Sonja's Story Ch. 06
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Victoria watched Sonja leave with a look of approval, the younger woman's new heels clicking softly and rhythmically against the floor, her hips subtly swaying back and forth as she walked. Victoria also saw the small damp stain in the seat of Sonja's blue dress, and how it held the fabric to her skin, clearly outlining the shape of her buttocks. Victoria licked her lips absently and then closed the door of her office and sat at her desk. She clicked on her computer as she sat, sliding off her heels and reviewing her
notes
from the session. Her finger still smelled like the young woman, and as Victoria clicked through the pictures she had taken of the prostrate Sonja, she raised the finger to lips and pressed it into her mouth, sucking out ever last vestige of Sonja's
flavor
while it still lasted, and while the memory of the helpless girl was still fresh in her memory, and vivid on the screen in front of her.
"Mmm!" Victoria thought the young woman's vagina was
delicious
, and the sound came unbidden as she felt a pulse of pleasure at the flavor and the invisible power it represented. "Like an orange strawberry," she said to herself after she finally removed the finger from her mouth. She felt immensely pleased with herself, but also extraordinarily lucky. Sonja had come to her, doe-eyed and stupid, asking for self-confidence, and in three weeks Dr. Victoria Dotz had broken her. Sonja had been like clay in her hands since the moment she first arrived, and Victoria had felt confident enough to give her the special tea blend on just her third session. Victoria reflected that it normally took at least four months of sessions to get to that point with a vic client, yet here Sonja had taken a double dose in less than one, and come out looking like a bitch in heat. She wondered if Sonja was completely without personality or just really stupid, and then decided she didn't really care, because at this point Sonja was completely under her thrall either way.
"She needs improvement, though." She said it quietly, speaking out loud to herself in a thoughtful, matter-of-fact voice. She gazed at the pictures on the screen in front of her and thought about Sonja's small breasts and under-developed buttocks, the untoned stomach and the skinny legs. Victoria used the mouse to move the cursor and opened her internet browser. "Shouldn't be hard to start that process, though..." Her fingers flew elegantly and confidently across the keyboard, typing in her search terms and navigating to a folder of yoga videos she kept on her hard drive. She perused them carefully, hand-picking a select few to send to Sonja. Victoria wondered by what means she should manipulate Sonja into watching the videos, then decided such a ploy wouldn't be necessary. As pliable as Sonja was turning out to be, Victoria thought she merely needed to make the recommendation and let the rest follow. There was no reason to be hasty; she would have plenty of time to make a personalized hypnosis video for Sonja later.
She uploaded the videos to her own phone, and then picked one out to forward to Sonja. It was a 10-minute moderate workout that targeted the buns and thighs. She smiled to herself as she wrote the accompanying message.
"Based on something you said during the weekly hypnosis exercise, I thought this set of exercises might be beneficial to you to help strengthen your core, build confidence, and improve your fitness. As your doctor, I'd recommend doing them all once tonight, and then twice a day until our next session. -Dr. Dotz"
Lying had always come easy to Victoria, but doing so over text was beyond trivial. Sonja had said nothing of the sort, not drugged out of her mind with two fingers jammed to the hilt down her throat and two more massaging her clit for an hour and a half... but the lie was useful to Victoria, so she used it without a second thought. She looked the message over one more time and hit send.
There was another plan to set in motion tonight, however, and while this one had Sonja as its target, Victoria wanted her involvement kept secret. "At least for now," she thought aloud to herself as she switched back from the massage videos on her computer screen to the pictures of Sonja, half naked and helpless on the couch. She looked through them all again carefully, then picked one that displayed her recognizable face but only the top half of her torso, creating a logical illusion that she could be completely naked.
Somewhat proud of her photography skills, Victoria created a new e-mail, encrypted and secure, and typed in the destination address. It was not one she kept in her contacts list, but she had long since comitted it to memory. She attached her chosen image to the email and then typed out the message, quick and unfaltering.
"As always, I've seized the initiative. She's the one I need for my research, and she already works at VB&S. I need a large blood sample but obviously it can't come back to me. I'm sure you can come up with something clever like last time - she's an easy mark, just look at her. Click a pen at her and she'll be in the palm of your hands. I promise you this will pay
DIVIDENDS!!
-V
P.S. Seriously don't skimp on the sample, I have a lot of work to do."
She double checked it, clicked send, and then leaned back in her seat and put her feet up on her desk. She was still tensed, still unfulfilled despite her successful session with Sonja. Victoria gazed quietly at her toes while she thought of ways to relieve that tension, and then her toes made her think of Thomas out in the lobby.
She smiled, then summoned him.
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Thomas had watched Sonja leave almost 20 minutes earlier, and he had noticed the look she gave him as she walked out the door. He had seen that look in women before, and he was still fighting the urge to follow her when the phone on his desk beeped softly - the inside line. He answered the phone without saying a word. The only other person who could be using this line was Victoria, and he waited for whatever command she had for him.
"I need your ministrations, Thomas. Be a good boy?" The doctor made it sound like a question, but Thomas knew it wasn't. He also wouldn't have denied her request either way - he could already feel a straining tug in the front of his pants.
"Yes ma'am, I'll be right there."
"And Thomas? Make sure you lock the front door this time."
Thomas smiled sheepishly and his face flushed, though there was no one there to see it.
"Yes ma'am, right away."
He clicked the phone down into its receiver and hustled around the corner of his desk to lock the front door. It was a simple turning deadbolt with sliding bracing bolts on the floor and at the top of the jamb. They were well lubricated, and each one slid closed with a satisfying *snikt.*
Thomas took the opportunity to check his reflection in the transparent, semi-reflective glass of the door, and wasn't upset with what he saw. He ran a hand over his short, sandy-blonde hair, making sure it stayed flat against his head. He shrugged at the result, and then flipped the sign on the window from "Open" to "Closed," and began walking to the back office. He found her office door closed, so he turned the handle and stepped inside.
"Leave it open and come here," Dr. Dotz said from the chair at her desk, sounding almost bored. He saw her bare feet propped up on the desk and, even from the distance of thirty or so feet. the sight made him swallow, and made his pants feel tighter.
Thomas obeyed her without speaking, striding quickly across the room to stand, almost at a soldier's attention, just on the other side of the desk from her.
"No, not there," Victoria said with a predatory smile. She raised a leg from the desk, stretching her toes out and then pointing them towards Thomas as her leg straightened. In a single elegant motion, her long, toned leg had become like a giant finger, pointed accusingly at her assistant. She saw his eyes change focus from her face, to her leg, to her ankle, and then to the rest of her foot, which was now suspended in mid air, directly blocking his view of her face.
It seemed to hang there for an interminable moment, and then Victoria swung it slowly outward, still facing him in her seat, so that for just a second, Thomas' gaze slipped from her foot and down the inside of her thigh, and he could see that his boss wasn't wearing underwear. But the leg continued its slow swing, and Victoria rotated the chair slightly so that she was no longer facing her desk. Thomas looked from her thighs, up to her eyes, and then over to the swinging foot. Slowly, with complete control over her movements, her leg still ramrod-straight, her foot seemed to glide down to the empty space of floor now in front of her.
"Here." She tapped the floor twice, gently, as if to indicate where he should place his feet. Her voice had a commanding edge to it, as if she were talking to her dogs, and Thomas obeyed instantly. It took only a few steps to come around the corner of the desk and stand at the indicated spot, with Victoria now in front of him and the desk to his side.
"Good Boy," said Victoria with another one of her predatory smiles. She was still leaning back in her seat, and Thomas caught himself thinking she should be the Queen of some city or nation, so natural was the look of command about her features and posture. She looked him up and down, slowly, judgingly. An eyebrow was raised like she was inspecting a slab of meat. A slow, imperious smile came over her face as she looked him in the eye.
"Are you ready to please your Mistress?" It came out sweetly, like a mother asking about her child's day, but it wasn't. Not really. It was more like a foregone conclusion, and the eager swiftness of her assistant's reply showed that whatever manipulation might be at play, he was ready and willing to do the doctor's will.
