I.
Kendra didn't know why her landlord wanted to talk to her but she was living in a rent-controlled place in Chicago that was worth way more than she was paying. She had to at least humor him or he might not renew their lease.
She walked into his office on Addison St. in Wrigleyville and saw herself reflected in a mirrored wall on the way in.
Good, she thought, I'm dressed to the hilt and looking fine.
She smiled knowing her looks and her long blonde hair would throw him off... and she'd take any advantage she could get.
The receptionist smiled at her when she came in and told her that William would see her in a moment.
"William" was a dumb name and she thought he should go by "Bill" like any normal person would.
It wasn't long before "William" was ready and the receptionist opened the door for her before leaving them alone.
William sat behind a big desk covered in legal papers and junk. "Come in, Ms Trell, come in."
"I prefer 'Kendra', William. 'Ms Trell' sounds so formal," she said smiling at him.
"I'm glad you feel that way, 'Kendra'... I'm pretty informal myself."
He looked directly at her boobs.
"Okay, great," she replied knowing she had the upper 'hand', "so, what's this about?"
He frowned a bit before beginning... "Kendra, have you read the terms of your lease? Specifically the parts about running a business from your home?"
Uh oh, she thought... she decided to play dumb.
"Why no, William," she said while pretending to look puzzled. "What does it say?"
He didn't seem to believe her but he went on without commenting about it.
"It says that the apartment you are leasing from me is to be used for residential purposes 'only' and that any business you run out of the place must be negotiated with the lessor. That's me," he finished.
She wondered how she should respond... perhaps not quite so dumb this time.
"Oh, but the therapy I do in my living room... that's not a business, really... I do see some clients there from time to time but it's strictly personal."
Now he was smirking. "Perhaps that's true... but I still believe we will have to negotiate the rent upwards to encompass your... side business."
He handed her a new lease agreement with a huge number on it.
Kendra was furious and said so!
"This is outrageous! I won't pay that much. I love your apartment but I can always find another place to live... when should I have my things moved?"
She looked defiantly back at him because the ball was now in his court.
His face darkened and his tone changed as he replied, "Don't get snippy with me, 'Ms Trell', because I know what kind of work you do in your living room... in fact I have video."
He turned on the VCR behind him and she immediately saw camera footage which looked like it had been taken from a hole in her light fixture in the living room.
It was her putting Franklin Smith under hypnosis with her standard induction... but William fast forwarded a bit and it showed her ordering him to lick her pussy... he fast forwarded further to Ron Meier's session... and Darrell Revere's... a regular montage of images.
"Taping my private activities is illegal," she said though she knew she was beaten, "and you had no right."
"True... still, I wonder how your professional colleagues would react if they saw this tape... I think you'd be the laughingstock of the profession and be thrown out on your very fine ass... and speaking of 'illegal' you might even go to jail... 'Therapist is really theRapist' would be a good headline don't you think?"
Kendra had tears in her eyes now at the thought of it.
"Okay... I understand what you want from me now... but I can't pay that much... my business doesn't bring in that much extra per month."
His voice softened but his eyes stayed hard.
"Perhaps your roommate could help out."
Kendra laughed despite her world falling apart right now.
"Susan? She's a clerk at a grocery store... she doesn't make any money... if she wasn't my best friend from school I wouldn't let her live with me and float most of the rent..."
"That wasn't exactly what I had in mind," he replied with a smile on his lips.
A smile which did not show up in his eyes.
He put in another tape and she saw images of her roommate in various states of undress.
William sighed jokingly and said, "She's quite a fine piece of ass... I'm sure even you would admit that... worth way more than the paltry sum I put on that paper."
"What... you think she'd sleep with you just to keep our apartment lease? She has low standards sometimes but not that low..."
She could tell he was insulted and winced at his new expression, but he still replied calmly. It was obvious he had given this a lot of thought.
"Perhaps if you asked her nicely she might... perhaps if you asked her very nicely..."
He put the tape back in of her and Mr. Smith. "Perhaps if you 'ordered' her to..."
Kendra looked at him in horror at what he was suggesting.
He leaned in close to her and said, "I have tape of you hypnotizing and fucking your clients... you will certainly lose your career and possibly go to prison if I show those tapes to anybody... what will it be Kendra?"
She weighed the options and came to the only conclusion she could.
Kendra put on the fakest smile she possessed and said, "When would you like 'payments' to start?"
II.
The question was how to get Susan hypnotized.
It was easy with her clients because they expected her to put them under in the course of their therapy... little were they aware that she put in some extra commands while they slept.
But Susan had never let her hypnotize her... not even when Kendra was in school and needed someone to practice on. She said the idea creeped her out... not being able to control herself... someone else being in charge of her actions. Kendra thought that was probably a smart way of looking at it... especially considering what she had planned!
In the end, as the weekend approached she decided to make things happen with a movie marathon.
A bottle of wine and three girly movies on DVD later, Susan was in a drowsy mood which Kendra knew from professional experience could be accelerated into something more.
Susan said she was tired and should hit the sack but Kendra convinced her to stay up for a while and chat.
It wasn't long before Kendra was able to leverage a conversation about a great massage she'd had last year on vacation in Tahiti... into a real massage with Susan as the target... and it didn't take much after that to convert talk of how good the massage felt to how restful it was to just drift under Kendra's hands... to clear her mind of any thoughts... to let Kendra take care of everything.
"Susan?"
"Mmm hmm."
"Are you relaxed and feeling good?"
