Officers Campbell, Rodgers and Reid had finished their shift and could have headed straight home but they hadn't, instead electing to wait and see their friend John Hannigan make a fool of himself again. Hannigan was stood outside the ladies changing room, aftershave almost overpowering them and with a big, dumb goofy grin on his face waiting patiently. His eyes lit up as the door pulled in and WPC Emma Frost emerged. It was not difficult to see why new recruit Hannigan was smitten. Frost was like a goddess, tall, platinum blonde, with ice blue eyes and a figure to die for - athletic and strong but also very curvy in all the right places. As she emerged from the locker room after a long, hard shift, having finally ditched her uniform she didn't even give Hannigan a second glance.
"Er, Em, Emma? I w-wondered if you would want, I mean like, to go for a drink?"
He stammered his question like a tongue tied school boy.
"No, goodbye."
Were her only two words to Hannigan as she strolled passed, still not even looking at him.
And like that she was gone, around the corner and out the back door to the police station towards the car park.
The three guys exploded in laughter and came up to the crestfallen Hannigan.
"Hey man, don't sweat it, that bitch has blown out everyone in the station, it's not like you're the first!"
"Yeah, she even turned me down! I reckon she's not into men if you know what I mean!"
"Nah. She's just a frigid cow. Don't sweat it Hannigan let's go have a drink."
Once in her car Emma smiled as she looked in the rear view mirror and flicked at her long, blonde hair. Guys were so pathetic sometimes. She hadn't become one of the best, and most successful officers in the city by dating work colleagues and she wasn't about to start now. No the Sergeant in the Vice Squad was better than that, she was all about work, always had been always would be. She started her car and drew away headed to Doctor Foster's clinic, she was the treating Emma for her own personal vice, cigarettes, through a course of hypnotism.
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Kimberley Foster was a good looking woman too, not as drop dead gorgeous as her patient but only a couple of years older at 32 and with a slim figure and short, cropped blonde hair she was very attractive in her blue power business suit.
"How has this week been Emma? Any cravings? No. that is good, I think we're nearly there, maybe just a couple more sessions and you'll be done here."
"Sound's great Doc, thanks, I'm really feeling the difference."
"Good. Ok, let's get going, you know what to do, lie, back, relax and listen to my voice only, concentrate on my voice alone.."
Within a couple of minutes Emma Frost was under full hypnosis and only then, when Kimberley gave the signal did Joey "The Scar" Scarletti emerge from his hiding place in the Doctor's cupboard. The gangster was one of the main drug dealers and runner of prostitution rings in the city. He and Emma had had more than a few run ins with the policewoman costing him thousands of dollars in the two years since she had moved to Vice. He was a big, smarmy, greasy guy and Kimberley shuddered as he put his hand on her shoulder.
"Well done Doctor. Looks like your little brother might yet get to keep his kneecaps. Now perhaps you can just show me that Officer Frost is totally obedient. Tell her to strip off, let's get a look at that hot body, shall we?"
Kimberley was repulsed by the man and not a little scared too. She felt terrible at having abused a patient like this but realised that if she wanted to protect her brother she had to go along with the man. When The Scar had first approached her with the proposition she had wanted nothing to do with it but he had impressed on her very quickly that not doing what he wanted would have some very serious implications for her and her brother. What choice had she had? So these last few weeks she had not only been helping Emma lose her craving for cigarette but setting her up for some deeper, stronger mind control and as per her agreement she was going to hand that control over to the slavering maniac stood right next to her at the end of this session. Gathering her thoughts and trying to control her voice she cleared her throat and addressed the patient lying peacefully on her couch.