The slim blonde in the white lab coat sat behind the receptionist's desk. Her pony-tailed head was tilted down as she sat scanning the names on the clipboard before her. Sometimes it seemed to her, that just about everybody in Hollywood eventually found their way to the Fontana Clinic. Joyce was used to seeing celebrity names on the list, but at one she stopped dead...and stared...unable to believe her eyes!
Sure enough, third down on the list of scheduled new arrivals sat the name of her hated nemesis -- none other than that stuck-up bitch herself: Ellicia Wellsley! Seeing that name brought up all the old feelings of bitter resentment against the woman who had ruined her career before it even got started. It was all because of a few catty remarks she and Brenda had exchanged one day in the chorus girls' changing room. She later found out the nosy bitch had snuck in through the back hallway, because she liked watching the girls change into their street clothes.
And she must have gotten an earful! All the girls hated the haughty lead dancer who was the current queen of the Vegas strip and around whom the whole extravagant show had been built. But Joyce and Brenda had a running joke going about their "super-star," and the not-too-subtle attempts she made to bed every girl in the company. Watching from behind a bank of lockers, Ellicia must have overheard the two young dancers laughing, and flushed with humiliation when she realized their giggling was aimed at her!
They could only guess what she might have overheard, but the next day both girls were called in the office and unceremoniously dumped from the cast. The rumor mill had it that Ms Wellsley was not amused; she wanted them gone -- out of her sight! But not content with seeing to it that Joyce lost her job, along with her first real big break, the vindictive bitch then made a few phone calls. Joyce found she was frozen out, no longer welcomed at any of the casting calls along the strip. Defeated and discouraged, Joyce left Vegas for the coast, eventually ending up working at Harlan Royce's exclusive clinic hidden away in the Hollywood hills. It turned out to be great job, and the fact that she had a handsome and always randy boss, who hired her to be his personal assistant by day and perform other duties at night -- that Joyce considered that a big plus.
Now she couldn't believe her luck. Fate had actually dumped the arrogant bitch into her hands! Immediately she began plotting her revenge. Joyce would need Harlan's help, but that should be no problem. Of course, Harlan knew her sad tale. She had poured out her heart to him over Margaritas one day after work, before they ended up at his place. Yes, he knew all about of her hatred for Ellicia Wellsley; it even amused him.
She started to get up to go to his office, but then she caught herself. No, this was not something to talk about when Harlan was getting ready to greet his new guests. Much better to wait till this evening. Once she got him in bed, Joyce found her boss was always a lot more pliable, especially after she worked him over for an hour or so in that big circular bed of his.
And so Joyce's plan began to unfold, as she stood watching with grim satisfaction while the clinic's gleaming white limo delivered the wicked witch right on to her very doorstep. Harlan was out in driveway to greet the new arrival of course. Joyce saw those beautiful long legs unfold as, with the grace of a high fashion model, her majesty arose to her full impressive height, lifting a well-manicured hand to be helped out of her chariot. The obsequious staff rushed out to whisk away Madam's luggage, as Harlan escorted his latest guest to her private chalet. Joyce watched the familiar elegant figure in those high heels saunter down the pathway, and she couldn't help smiling to herself in barely suppressed glee.
Harlan took some convincing, but the snuggling blonde kept a languid hand moving between his sprawled legs, fondling his balls and fingering his swelling cock as she slithered up against him to whisper in his ear. She suggested, with an urgent little squeeze, that this would be the perfect opportunity to try out the new experimental drug he had bought from Wallace Avery, and was just itching to try.
He told her how this new wonder drug that revolutionize treatment; how he meant to try it out on those guests who were looking to explore their sexuality. For them, he explained, it was necessary to delve into the unconscious, using hypnosis, to discover certain troubling fantasies the patient may have buried deep -- just like any other therapist might do. The new drug would greatly aid the process. He had eagerly explained how it worked to Joyce, even urging her to try it. But she was reluctant, at least until she could observe its effects on one of the guests..
It turned out that Dr. Avery's drug was some kind of endorphin analogue that caused subjects to become imprinted on the first person's voice they heard after being injected. They would obey that voice, and follow whatever command or suggestion they are told. It seems the drug initiated a very specific neural cascade. Until a subject acted to obey, he or she experienced inexorably growing sensations of physical and psychological urgency. But as soon as they obeyed, the drug caused the system to release endorphins to restore the internal equilibrium, while producing an intense rush of euphoria. The pleasure was said to be indescribable, but they wouldn't remember that, or much else about the treatment, for at the end of the session they would be injected with a deep sedative that erased all short-term memory. The drug seemed to hold a lot of promise, Harlan summed up, with a decidedly wicked grin.
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For an entire week, Joyce had to force herself to wait impatiently, meanwhile taking steps to carefully avoid running into Ellicia. Harlan always spent the first week getting to know his guests (the word "patient" was never used) by a series of intake interviews he did one-on-one. Joyce couldn't help asking him how it was going with Ellicia, but he only smiled and hinted that he had learned a few interesting things about the premiere dancer. "You know people will tell their doctor just about anything," he confided enigmatically. Joyce could hardly wait for the second week, and Ellica's private treatment session.
On the following Tuesday, Joyce was waiting anxiously in Harlan's office, hardly able to contain herself while down the hall Harlan made a brief examination of his new guest and casually suggested an injection of a mild "sedative" to help her relax. Twenty minutes later, Harlan stuck his head in, and gave Joyce a big wink. She scrambled up to eagerly trail after him to treatment room #1 where the star of the show had been prepped for her debut.
Harlan went in first and when Joyce appeared behind him, the seated dancer, wearing nothing but a terrycloth robe, sprang up in her chair, her eyes widening in shocked disbelief, her mouth falling open.
"You!" was all she could manage to sputter out.
"Hello Ellicia. Nice to see you again," purred Joyce in the solicitous tone she always used with guests.
"What are you doing here?" the woman was struggling to come to terms with this amazing turn of events.
"I work here, Ellicia. I'm Dr. Royce's assistant"
"Out! Get out of here! I want her out of here," she shrieked at the smiling clinic director.
"No Ellicia, Joyce stays. She will be helping with your treatment."
