As she brushed her hair Police Officer Darcy Cosgrove looked in the mirror and saw a beautiful woman. She had always been told she was pretty or cute, and she never really believed it. But now somehow things seemed different. She put down the comb, and adjusted the crystal pendant around her neck. It was her new good luck charm.
She had found the crystal at a crime scene last month. Police procedure dictated that the pendant be bagged for evidence, but once she picked it up she found that she couldn’t let it go. Now she always wore it, even in uniform. She noticed both men and women attracted to the way it reflected light, would stop to look and comment.
As she left her apartment, Darcy felt confident, beautiful and in control of her life for the first time ever.
Gary Leach was having a bad day. He didn’t think he had ever felt worse. First his roommate had let Gary know that he would be late with his half of the rent, again. Then Gary’s car had a flat tire making him 30 minutes late for his job. And he was miserable in that job, taking any and all kinds of abuse from the flying public while he was supposed to wear a stupid smile and be exceedingly polite, regardless of how much customers mistreated him.
After a morning of delays, cancellations and screaming customers, he couldn’t take it any more. He was going to let loose on the next customer who was even slightly out of line. He didn’t care if it cost him his job; it would at least save his sanity.
Ready for the next customer, he looked up and found himself staring into the deep blue eyes of Miranda McCollins.
I'd like to upgrade to First Class," said Miranda in her honey sweet voice.
Gary said nothing. He was staring into Miranda’s deep blue eyes, oblivious to his surroundings.
"Excuse me," Miranda repeated. "I’d like to upgrade to First Class."
Gary finally managed to break eye contact. He shook his head and tried to focus.
"Sorry ma'am, daydreaming," he explained as he took her ticket.
"Not at all," smiled Miranda. "It happens all the time," she added silently.
Gary looked at his screen. "Would you like to use your miles to upgrade, Ms. McCollins?"
"No thank you. Just upgrade me please, Gary," she said reading his name badge.
"That’s it!" thought Gary. "I've had it." He started to yell but stopped suddenly. Once again he found himself entranced by Miranda’s blue eyes.
As he stood there silently, captivated by her eyes, Miranda grinned and said, "You would like to make me happy, right Gary. You want to make me happy. You need to make me happy," Miranda repeated suggestion over and over as her blue eyes stared back into his. Gary was overwhelmed. Her eyes. Her voice. All he could think of was that he wanted her to be happy.
"Upgrade me and make me happy, Gary," Miranda said in a whisper.
Totally mesmerized, Gary typed a few keystrokes on his terminal.
"Oh, and make it a window seat," she added with a giggle. Gary dutifully complied. Still entranced he handed her the new ticket.
"Thank you, Gary. And now for being so good as to obey my suggestions, I will leave you a gift. Every time you think of me and how you made me so happy, you will feel more happy and relaxed than you have ever felt before. Do you understand?"
Gary nodded slowly.
"Perfect. Bye."
As Miranda swayed down the concourse, she drew a great deal of attention. Men craned their necks just to catch a glimpse of her. Disaster was barely averted, when a utility cart operator so intent on watching Miranda’s legs nearly plowed into a group of Japanese tourists. After that Miranda toned her walk down a bit, but not too much. She didn’t want anyone to get hurt, but, after all, she said to herself, "A girl still likes to be noticed."
Upon reaching her gate, she sat down, crossed her legs, and tried to get a little work done before her flight departed. She pulled out her laptop,
inserted one of her favotire Sinatra CDs, put on headphones and started to look over some earnings reports. While her blue eyes poured data, her foot rocked back and forth to the beat the music. This intoxicating sight could not be ignored, and soon all the other passengers waiting to depart stared in awe. They stared intently at Miranda’s long legs, her lovely feet, and her captivating shoes.
As she continued to rock her foot Miranda’s shoe started to come loose. Soon it was dangling by just her toes. Men held their breath the entire concourse was mesmerized, as they looked on and became spellbound by her shoe. Lost in time they watched the shoe finally swing off her foot and drop to the floor.
A mad scramble for the shoe ensued. Ted Carter, steel manufacturing executive form Pittsburgh, was the lucky one. Lying in the dirt of the airport floor he stared wondrously at the shoe he held in his hands.
Miranda cleared her throat.
Ted still stared at the shoe.
"A little help, please," Miranda said and she extended her leg towards Ted. Her beautiful foot was just inches from his face. He gingerly slid the shoe back on to Miranda’s foot.
"Thank You," Miranda said and she wiggled her toes with glee.
Just then the announcement for First Class passengers to board was made. Miranda stood up and walked towards the boarding ramp. Ted remained motionless on the floor, following her with his eyes until she disappeared from sight.
Miranda had many reasons for flying First Class. As the CEO of a high profile company like themarket.com, it was expected. It also gave her the room to cross and display her shapely legs. Finally the people she met were much more interesting and had much more to offer. For example last month on a return flight from New York, she had the good fortune to sit next to a book editor from Random House. By the time they deplaned, the editor was consumed with the idea of publishing a book by Miranda.
No such luck today. The seat next to Miranda remained vacant, though many a passenger who walked by clearly would have loved to sit down. The door to the gate was closed and the plane prepared to pull away, when a great pounding and muffled shouts could be heard from outside the plane. The flight attendants opened the door and a furious man burst through.
"Try and leave with out me, will you? Do you know who I am?" He tossed his ticket at the attendant and sat down next to Miranda. "Bring me a drink, now," he bellowed.
Miranda could not believe her great luck. She was sitting next to John
Roberts, CEO of Texatron. Legendary for his aggressive/borderline management style, and outrageous treatment of employees his behavior had been even more abysmal and disgraceful since his company’s stock had hit a 52 week low.
Miranda had always wanted to get inside his head. Now with his proximity to her, the droning of the jet engines, and the alcohol, Miranda was presented with the perfect opportunity.
Thirty minutes into the flight Miranda ordered a gin and tonic. When the flight attendant returned with it, Miranda reached right in front of John’s face.
It was working His eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to her champagne colored nails, her sparkling diamond bracelet, and an her sapphire ring. His eyes locked on her hand and followed it to her face as she raised the drink to her lips.
"So do you like my nails," Miranda asked coyly?
He said nothing while continuing to stare at them.
They are a shimmery champagne designed to delight and invite, distract and attract. A very special color just for you," Miranda giggled, while Roberts continued to stare on.
"Shimmery and glimmery… Invite and delight… Attract and distract…" she repeated. Roberts couldn’t move. He couldn’t blink. He couldn’t look away.
"Very good now, John. You are deeply under my spell. I am going to help you now." Roberts remained silent.
"And you will find that all of my suggestions and commands are truly your own deepest desire. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Good. The way you treat other people is ruining your company and causing the stock to plummet. From now on you will be extremely considerate of other people, especially women."
"I will be extremely considerate of other people, especially women," replied Roberts.
"And," Miranda continued, "You are deeply in love with me. Your love for me consumes you. It knows no bounds and there is nothing you would not do for me. When I am not around you will be constantly thinking of me."
"I am deeply in love with you."
"When you are asleep you will dream of me and when you are awake you will hear my voice in your mind. When I count to three you will fall into a deep and natural sleep. When you awaken you not remember any of these events but you will respond to all the commands that I have given you. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Delightful. But first, John, I want you to give me your MasterCard." Roberts opened his wallet and handed Miranda the credit card.
With a big grin on her face Miranda said, "Good. Now 1...2...3.... sleep." And Roberts slept more soundly peacefully than he had in years.
As the sleeping executive dreamed of Miranda, she swiped the credit card through the air phone and dialed Mark at the office.
"Themarket.com, Mark Anderson speaking."
"Mark, how wonderful to hear your voice."
"Miranda, I thought you'd be on the plane by now. Is there a problem?"
"I'm calling from the plane, silly."
"But you're the one who always is reminding us to pinch pennies."
"Special circumstances. I needed to talk to you."
"Okay, What’s up, boss?"
"Listen closely. Relax and go into Deep Hypnosis for me."
There was silence on the other end of the line.
"While I am away I want you to work very hard for me."
"Yes, Miranda."
"And the harder the work, the more deeply you will love me. And the more you love me the harder you will work to love me. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Miranda"
"Oh, Mark. You are such an adorable assistant. Go now, and make me very happy and proud."
"Yes, Miranda."
Miranda hung up the phone and looked at her watch. She still had three hours before the flight landed. She looked at the credit card again and had an idea. She had not spoken to her college roommate Samantha since she had moved to New Zealand. She swiped the card again and had the operator connect her to Auckland information. And for the next 3 hours Miranda and Samantha reminisced about their college days all on thanks to the generosity of John Roberts and Texatron.
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"Mr. Roberts, please wake up. The plane has landed," said the flight attendant as she lightly tapped his shoulder. Roberts awoke. He had not had such a good sleep in a long time. He looked at the empty seat next to the window.
"Funny," he thought. "Someone was next to me on the flight, but I can’t seem to remember who it was. But that’s impossible, if someone had been sitting there, they could not have gotten out of their seat while I was still here. He leaned over into the unoccupied seat and detected a faint trace of perfume. Suddenly, John felt his heart pounding. His mind was racing. He remembered it all now. He remembered how much he loved Miranda.
Miranda made her way down the concourses of Dulles Airport.
Men on the East Coast were no less susceptible to her charms as their stares bore out.
Upon reaching the luggage carousel, Miranda sized up the situation. She would have to lug her bags back a considerable distance to the car rental counter. She was feeling al little tired after her flight. Instead of carrying her bags she had another idea, She scanned the crowd, spotted a likely subject and walked right up to him.
"I need you to do me a favor," Miranda said in a most persuasive voice.
Donald Slatter, Mid Atlantic regional sales manager for a major bookstore chain, stared into Miranda’s and simply nodded yes.
"Good. Grab that black suitcase and the garment bag just after it." She extended her hand and pointed with her finger, her fingernail shimmering in the light. Donald silently complied.
"Now follow me." And Donald followed unquestioningly.
Miranda arrived at the car rental counter with Donald in tow.
"How may I help you," inquired the clerk.
"Miranda McCollins, I have a reservation."
The clerk punched a few keystrokes. Yes, Ms. McCollins. We have a blue Geo Metro for you today."
"Actually, Amanda," Miranda said, again making use of the clerk’s name badge. "I’d like to have something more in keeping with my style, some sort of convertible, I suppose."
"I’ll see what I can do, but I can’t make any promises. Let me have your license and credit card." As Miranda handed the ID and card to her, Amanda could help but notice Miranda’s large sapphire ring. She stopped and stared.
"Oh I, see you noticed my ring," Miranda purred. "It is so very blue.
So deeply blue like the deep blue sea…relaxing you so much…floating on the deep blue see…just drift and float away…look at my ring and just float way… look at my ring feel yourself float away… float away… float away..."
Amada was staring intently at the ring but barely breathing.
"Float away… float away…float away," Miranda’s voice echoed Amanda’s empty mind
"Now Amada, about that convertible," Miranda said triumphantly.
"Yes, you can have it," replied Amanda
"And at the cost of the Geo?" Amanda typed a few more keys.
"Yes ma’am."
"Delightful. Now, Amanda, I know you to look away from the ring and into eyes." Amanda eyes moved slowly from the blue jewel to Miranda’s eyes.
"Whenever you see something blue it will remind you of me, my blue eyes and blue ring and your will fell so good and relaxed."
"Yes, ma’am."
"Very Good." Miranda signed the contract and took the keys. "Luggage boy, follow me." Donald had been quietly standing behind her the whole time still holding the luggage. Ordinarily by now, his arms would be tired and he would need to put the bags down, but deep under Miranda’s spell he didn’t feel but the joy of serving Miranda.
Miranda made her way to the rental car lot. Donald carefully places the bags in her trunk and then awaited further orders.
"You have done very well, luggage boy. When I snap my finders you will awaken. You will remember everything that has happened and you will be completely in enthralled with me forever. She stood on her tippy toes, leaned up and kissed his cheek,
"Remember me, always," she whispered in his ear.
She got in the car and put the top down and snapped her fingers as she drove away. Donald became aware that instant, and found himself on his knees begging Miranda to come back.
Miranda drove down into town. Even with the top down her hair seemed to stay perfectly in place. She maneuvered in and out of
traffic with ease. Once she was in DC all the lights were green for her.
In due time she arrived at her favorite hotel. Three valet attendants raced to open her car door. She tossed the keys in the air and a scuffle broke out for them.
Miranda crossed the lobby to the front desk. Her heels making a distinctive clicking as she crossed the marble floors, drawing attention and appreciative stares.
"Ahh, Ms. McCollins. As always it is an honor and privilege to have you as our guest."
"Please, Benito. You know to call me, Miranda."
"Of course, Miranda." The mention of her name made him smile. "The Presidential Suite is yours as always under our standard arrangement." The standard arrangement gave Miranda use the suite and the rate of the lowest room in the house. He looked over Miranda’s shoulder and saw a smiling bellhop with Miranda’s bags.
"I see some one has won the honor of carrying your bags." Miranda turned to see the lucky young man who would accompany her to the suite. Room.
"Yes," she smiled knowingly, "It is quite an honor."
Brian couldn’t believe his eyes or his good fortune as he carried the bags for this most beautiful woman. Her legs. Her figure. Her hair. Her lips. And most of all her eyes. It didn’t even occur to him that he was acting rudely by staring at her. Miranda, of course, didn’t mind; she enjoyed every minute of it. Brian was hoping that the elevator would get stuck, so he could spend even more time with Miranda.
Unfortunately, the elevator opened on Miranda’s floor. Brian led her to the suite. He brought in her bags and hopefully asked, "Can I show you around the suite."
"Thanks," said Miranda, "But I’ve stayed here before."
A look of disappointment covered his face.
"Oh, I’m sorry.
Let me make it up to you," Miranda said reaching into her bag as she walked towards him.
"Th-That’s okay I don’t need a tip," Brian stuttered.
Miranda beamed. "No, of course, you don’t want a tip. But you would like to look at this." She produced a crystal pendant from her bag and dangled it before him.
"Tell me, Brian," she brushed a nail against his name badge as she spoke, "Do you like my crystal?"
"Yes," he replied
"And you like the way the light reflects off my crystal"
"Yes."
"And you like to watch the crystal spin and spin…around and around….so pretty…so relaxing….so unable to look away from my spinning crystal…around and around and around….spinning and reflecting…spinning and reflecting…" She watched his eyes glaze over and his mouth slightly open. "Gotcha," she laughed. Brian did not respond he just continued to stare at the spinning jewel.
"Now then, Brian, do you think I am beautiful."
"Of course."
"Really beautiful?"
"Yes."
"Think hard. Have
you ever seen a woman as beautiful as I am?"
"No."
"And don’t you feel so grateful, for being able to look at me?"
"Yes."
"Just being in my glorious presence, makes you so appreciative, you’d do anything I ask, wouldn’t you?"
"Yes."
"I am really so incredibly beautiful. Try and think of all other women you have known. Deep down, you know, I am the only you care about. You feel so grateful just being in my presence."
Brian was mesmerized and motionless. Miranda continued casting her spell.
"It feels so good, so right, to obey me and to please me. There is nothing you wouldn’t do for me."
"Obey and please," Brian nodded slowly.
"And what does your subconscious tell you to do to please me?" Miranda asked.
Brian knelt before Miranda and gently kissed the top of each of her shoes.
"I guess you got a tip after all," Miranda laughed. "You may go now, but remember always that you belong to me."
"Yes, ma’am." And Brian left.
Miranda unpacked flipped on CNBC and watched the ticker flip by she placed herself in a light trance as she watched the stock prices flow by while the sound was muted. Twenty minutes later there was a knock at the door. Miranda opened the door and found herself staring back into the emerald green eyes of Regina Hart.
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On the other side of the country Darcy Cosgrove looked at the duty schedule. For the 3rd week in a row she had gotten the Monday-Friday dayshift; her night and weekends were free. This was simply amazing. Since she had joined the force, the duty sergeant, a jerk who didn’t think women should be on the force, had given her weekends or the graveyard at every opportunity.
This did not go unnoticed by on her fellow officers. Jack Ryan, miffed at not being able to see his kids for the third weekend in a row made a crack to Darcy about sleeping with the Sarge.
Darcy turned to Jack. "Would you care to repeat that, Jack?"
"He started to speak, but Darcy’s pendant caught his eye. "It’s just, uh, not fair…." His voice trailed off. He couldn’t look away form the pendant. It consumed his mind. So deep and blue. Like her eyes. He forgot what he was going to say. He just looked at her pendant.
"Well, I think its fair," said Darcy.
No response. Just staring.
"Oh, you men. I’ve taken a lot of crap from all of you, it’s only fair that I get a few breaks now, do you hear?"
"It’s only fair," said Jack in an even voice.
"What is wrong with you?" shouted Darcy.
"I drink too much. I cheat on my taxes. I’m taking kickbacks from the dealers in-"
"Shut up!" yelled Darcy. And don’t bother me any more.
Jack walked away without speaking. Darcy fingered her pendant and tried to figure out just what the hell was going on.
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Regina Hart had no idea why she knocked on that hotel room door. She recognized Miranda as she opened the door, but before Regina could speak or act, Miranda said "Relax and go into deep hypnosis for me."
Regina’s eyes closed.
"Now, why don’t come in, Regina?"
A month ago Miranda had barely stopped Regina, or the Queen of Hearts, as she was known, form taking over the minds and fortunes of the most powerful men in the city. After defeating her, Miranda discovered
That Regina had been trained by an organization that recruited and trained attractive women in the art of hypno-seduction.
Miranda had arranged for Regina be acquitted of all charges. Then operating under Miranda’s post-hypnotic suggestions, The Queen of Hearts would recruit Miranda for the same organization that had trained her
"So, Regina. How is our plan going?"
"Very, well Miranda. You have a meeting at 11:00am tomorrow at HMC’s offices with one of our recruiters." She told Miranda the address. "Like you instructed I told them your name is Monique Jaffe, and your are originally from Shreveport, Louisiana, and I met you while I was in California, and I am convinced you’ll make an excellent recruit."
"Very good, Regina. Now tell me what have you been up to?" Miranda had to let Regina continue with her plans of controlling men’s minds lest her superiors get suspicious, but she also wanted to limit the amount of trouble Regina could cause. So Miranda had given The Queen of Hearts, a posthypnotic command to only target those men who were already of questionable moral value. Miranda figured that those men deserved what they got.
"Oh, Miranda, honey, I’m having the time of my life. First there's this televangelist, but instead of God or money, he’s worshipping me, now.
And you should see what I make this tobacco company CEO do. It’s positively evil.
Miranda smiled, "Well done then. And as a reward for doing such a good job, I’m sure you won’t mind rubbing my feet. After all it’s been a long day.
"Not at all, replied Regina."
Miranda sat on the bed and continued to watch CNBC, as Regina kneeled, removed Miranda’s shoes and gently rubbed her feet. While her feet did ache from the long day, Miranda was much more enjoying the fact that The Queen of Hearts, who had recently plotted to enslave her, was now reduced to being her foot slave.
Eventually, Miranda grew sleepy. She dismissed the queen with orders to remember nothing of her visit, but to remain deeply under her control.
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Regina had sense of coming to as she exited the hotel. She saw the valet boys. And the valet boys couldn’t help but notice her.
"That red haired one is cute," she thought "I really could use my own valet." As Regina prepared to entice the young valet into her serve, another thought suddenly came over her mind. She had read that the Saudi Arabian Oil Minister was in town. Now that was a man who could shower a girl with gifts. So Regina hailed a cab and left the red haired valet behind.
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The following morning Miranda decided to take a cab to her meeting. She didn’t want her rental car traced back to her real identity. Miranda was used to stopping traffic, but when she hailed a cab, she caused traffic to literally backup. Two cabs that had already passed her, slammed on their brakes, and started backing up, racing each other for the privilege of transporting Miranda.
Suppressing a giggle Miranda chose the first cab, and in a matter of minutes she was outside
A short time later Miranda was standing outside a brick building in Georgetown. A plate on the building read "HMC International, Inc."
Miranda took a deep breath, but on her most dazzling smile and entered the building. A young man in glasses sitting behind a desk rose immediately upon seeing Miranda.
"Good Morning, how may I help you?"
"I’m Monique Jaffe, I have an 11 o’clock appointment."
"Very nice to meet, you Ms. Jaffe. I’m Dan. Here’s an application to fill out, let me know when you are done."
"Thank You, Dan," Miranda said locking her eyes on to his. As she took the clipboard from him, she brushed her hand against his. Dan could have sworn he almost felt a charge.
She took a seat in full view of Dan, and slowly and deliberately crossed her legs. She was wearing one of her favorite black minis this morning, and it was fast becoming one of Dan’s favorites as well. He was now getting no work done; all his attention was on Miranda.
The application was standard fare: name, education, and job history. Miranda had crafted an entire history for "Monique Jaffe" complete with real live people who would "confirm" her store if her references were checked.
"I’m done Dan," said Miranda as she handed the application back to him. Again she left her hand brush his, and again Dan’s heart skipped a beat.
"V-very good, now if you’ll just follow me, Ms. Jaffe."
"Oh please call me Monique," she replied with a big smile.
Dan smiled sheepishly, "Okay, Monique."
Dan led her to a small office.
"Have a seat, Monique. I am going to give you a test now. Don’t worry there are no right or wrong answers, we just want to see what sort of personality you have so we have a better idea of where to place you in our organization."
"Of course," said Miranda/Monique.
"I’ll be back in 30 minutes. Don’t worry if you don’t finish, that’s part of the test as well."
"Okay, thanks."
Dan closed the door. What was it about this girl? He could barely tear himself away from her.
Miranda opened the test. It was immediately apparent form the first question what HMC was looking for.
1. Which word describes how others see you?
a)Motivated
b)Charming
c)Unassuming
d)Serious
e)Oblivious
Miranda smiled as she marked "b" for her answer. She was going to score perfectly on this test. They would simply have to have her. She finished with 15 minutes to go. Instead of waiting quietly, she decided to walk around and see if she could learn anything interesting.
Unfortunately as she started walking down the hall she noticed security cameras, and if a few seconds Dan showed up.
"Monique, I asked you to stay in the room. You really shouldn’t wander around alone."
Miranda reached out and straightened Dan’s tie. "I’m not in trouble am I?" she asked.
"N-No not at all," he sputtered.
"Good," Miranda said picking off a piece of invisible lint from his lapel. "I wouldn’t want to be a bother."
"Really, it’s okay," said a highly excited Dan.
"So what’s next? Asked Miranda.
"Next?" said a befuddled Dan. He couldn’t get his mind off of Miranda.
"Yes, I’m done my test, silly," and she giggled at him.
"Right," said Scott slowly regaining his faculties. "We have one more stop before you meet with Mr. Smith. This way, please."
Scott led Miranda into another small office. Miranda saw an inkpad and became alarmed.
"You’re going to fingerprint me?" she asked.
"Don’t’ be alarmed, it’s just procedure.
Miranda had successfully being fingerprinted all her life. Even when she got her securities license, she successfully avoided it, although there was an SEC clerk who would swear up and down that he really had fingerprinted her.
For a moment Miranda thought of putting Dan under and giving him the memory of taking her fingerprints. Given Dan’s current state of mind that posed no problem at all. But the security cameras did. So Miranda reluctantly complied.
After she was done, Scott directed her to washroom so she could clean up.
Now it was time to meet Mr. Smith. Scott escorted her to a large office with a window overlooking K Street.
"Mr. Smith, allow me to introduce Monique Jaffe."
"Nice to meet you," Miranda smiled and offered her hand to him.
Smith remained seated.
After an awkward pause Dan said, "Well I’ll be going know."
Miranda sat down. She was intrigued by Smith’s reaction. Most men she was around had increased heart rate and respiration, some even had increased perspiration. Smith remained calm and cool.
"Well, now, Ms. Jaffe. I see you were recommended by Regina. How much did she tell you about our organization?"
"Just that you were looking for intelligent, attractive women willing to travel to fill some consulting positions."
"Consulting, yes," Smith smiled. It was the first time he had displayed any emotions. "I’ll be quite frank, Ms. Jaffe. We hire the most intelligent, beautiful and charming women, to steal for us?"
Miranda remained silent.
"Shocked are you? We will train you to be the most persuasive, irresistible, enchanting lady and then point you at one of our targets. Government, Military, Industrial Espionage. Wealthy and powerful men, who under the proper conditions and circumstances will allow or even willing turn over their wealth and secrets.
"The proper conditions being seduced by me?"
"Yes. Oh don’t worry there’s no sex involved, unless of course you want to indulge yourself. This is just a matter of manipulating minds and emotions. You have the obvious physical characteristics necessary and I was watching you with Dan. You show a great aptitude for the "mental" challenges of this job as well."
"Sounds very interesting," said Miranda.
"And rewarding as well," said Smith.
"Well, I definitely like the idea of being a ‘consultant’," said Miranda.
"Excellent," said Smith. We need a day to process your information. Can you return tomorrow morning at the same time?"
"Delighted to do so," said Miranda putting on her dazzling smile again.
Smith seemed unaffected by her display. "Good then I’ll see you tomorrow at 11." Again he did not rise or offer his hand.
The whole time Miranda/Monique was in Smith’s office, Dan couldn’t help thinking about her. He knew organization rules were strict about fraternizing with the help, and he never had any trouble obeying the rules before, but there was something special about her.
And all of a sudden there she was again, standing right before him.
"Oh, dear. Let me help you with this Dan," and again Miranda started to straighten his tie. This time with both hands. She leaned in close. He could smell her perfume. Her lips were just inches away from his.
"M-Monique, I was wond—"
"There all better now. Bye now, Dan. I’ll see you tomorrow. She blew him a kiss and walked out the door.
A dazed and befuddled Dan could only stare and watch her disappear.
Miranda had the cabby drop her off at a K Street restaurant and bar that lobbyists and other powerbrokers frequented
"Do not worry, miss. I will wait for you. For as long as it takes," said the cabbie eagerly.
"That won’t be necessary," replied Miranda. She flashed her perfect smile and stared deeply into the cabby’s eyes. That settled the matter of the fare and the tip.
As soon as Miranda entered the establishment, heads turned and conversations stopped. She glanced about the interior and spotted a group of potential subjects. She walked purposefully to their table, and announced in her irresistable voice, "I am looking for a gentleman to accompany me this evening. Can any of you assist me?"
Six mouths remained closed while a dozen eyes couldn’t look away. The men sat there stupified by Miranda’s. She smiled at their helplessness.
"Come now, boys. I can’t believe no one wants to volunteer to spend some quality time with me," she purred.
"Me…I’ve got an expense account…Do you want to meet the President." They were all shouting at once.
Miranda giggled, "Now boys one at a time." She extended her graceful hand and pointed a long and shimmering nail to the man on far the left. "I’m a lawyer. I have a PT Cruiser. I like long walks---"
"Next," Miranda cut him off and she pointed to man next to him. This progressed around the table each man silently waiting his turn to plead his case.
When the last man finished Miranda said, "Well this is all so wonderful, but I will take you, Roger." she pointed the drug company lobbyist. "Get me a lemonade. You can get yourself one as well, and then meet me in the back. I‘ll get us a booth."
Without speaking, Roger got up to go to the bar. The rest of the men were crestfallen. Their hearts had been broken.
"Now, now. There should never be any long faces when I am around. Even if you aren’t my coming with me tonight. You’ve spent a five wonderful 5 minutes with me. A five minutes that you will treasure for the rest of your lives." She blew them a kiss ,their hearts skipped and they smiled and they did remember her always
Miranda was in a booth but seated in such a way that Roger couldn’t help but stare at them as he approcahed the booth. He slowed down to a standstill. Drinks in his hands watching Miranda’s legs.
"Come now Roger mustn’t keep me waiting," Miranda explained. Roger began to move again. He put the drinks down and took his seat. He watched as she lifted the drink to her ruby red lips. The drink hit the spot She had had a long day. Now back to business.
"Roger, you said something about an expense account?" inquired Miranda
"Yes, for lobbying activities. Entertaining. Informational meetings, and so forth."
"What about a limo?" asked Miranda.
"Um—I am not sure that would be appropriate. I have my own car around back."
"Too bad," pouted Miranda. "I was hoping to be able to stretch out my legs."
"Umm-"
"You know in a limo I could stracth out my legs and you could look at my very long and sexy legs. My skirt is so short, my legs so long, and my shoes…. oh my.
Roger was sweating now.
"Do you think I could have a limo after all?" inquired Miranda
"Yes," he replied quickly
"Good. Now, just to make sure. You are feeling so lucky and grateful to be accompanying me, correct?"
"Yes."
"So lucky to be with me… near me…. and under my spell. Fall deeper and deeper under my spell and y commands. Feels so good to go deeper and deeper. So deep to obey me. Tell me
"So good to obey you."
"Good now go get my limo," she said triumphantly as Roger ran off.
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In the limo Roger was completely captivated by Miranda’s legs.
"Roger, I’ve been thinking about what I’d like you to buy me," said Miranda.
Roger, however continued to stare at her legs.
"Roger, dear, your attention, please," she said and snapped her fingers.
"Yes, Miranda. What is your desire?"
"Much better. Do you have a credit card you use for lobbying expenses?"
"Yes."
"Good then you can take me shopping. I need a new outfit, and some shoes. And jewelry. Wouldn't you like to buy me some jewelry?"
"Yes."
"Perfect, how much is your credit line?"
"I don’t know. It’s never come up before."
"Well, let’s go find out," Miranda laughed.
The limo pulled up in front of one of Washington’s most fashionable (and expensive) boutiques. The stunned doorman held the door for Miranda as she waltzed in the store with Roger in tow.
Miranda approached a saleswoman.
"This is my new friend, Roger. He’d like to buy me a new dress. How about that one?" Miranda pointed a slender finger at a shimmery silver and blue gown.
"Of course, madam. And your size?"
"I am size 4. A perfect size 4," replied Miranda.
"Very good, madam. This way please.
Miranda and the saleswoman disappeared into the back of the store. Roger waited patiently. He had no other place he’d rather be. He’d wait for Miranda forever, if she wanted him to do so.
But he didn’t have to wait forever, or even very long. A simply dazzling Miranda re-emerged from the dressing area in a just a few minutes.
Roger’s jaw dropped at the site of Miranda in the gown.
Words could not do her justice. The gown had a plunging neckline revealing Miranda’s exquisite breasts. A long slit revealed on the right revealed her shapely leg. The shiny blue and silver were a captivating contrast against her California golden tan.
"Well, Roger. What do you think?"
Silence.
"Roger," Miranda snapped her fingers in his face. "I asked you what do you think?"
His eyes were unblinking ad glazed over. His brain felt like it had turned to mush at the sight of Miranda in the gown. Barely able to move or think, Roger with tremendous effort managed to say, "I like it."
"So, you’ll buy it for me?" asked Miranda.
"Yes."
Miranda squealed and gave him a peck on the cheek. I’m going to go look at shoes now. I shan’t be long.
Roger’s heart almost exploded as her lips caressed his cheek. He was sweating, unable to think, unable to move, and the happiest he had ever been.
Shortly Miranda returned.
"What do you think of these?" she said coyly, as she sat down and extended her foot towards Roger.
Roger took one look and felt his heart skip a beat. Miranda’s feet were encased in silver wrap around sandals.
"You are a goddess!" he said in wide admiration.
"That’s very sweet. I got this matching bag, as well."
Roger still enamored with Miranda’s shoes, didn’t even look up.
"I think I’m done here, Roger. Please pay for all of this and meet me in the limo." Miranda in all her glory then glided out of the store.
Roger robotically walked to the register and charged the purchase. Seven thousand dollars in all, but he didn’t even blink. He would have paid 100 times that to see Miranda dressed so beautifully.
Back in the car Miranda asked, "now what about the jewelry you were going to buy me."
"Yes, jewelry," repeated Metzger and he instructed the driver to take them to a jeweler. It was dark by now. Miranda positively lit up the night in her new dress. Sparkling and shiny people stopped up and down the steer as she passed by with roger and turned into the jewelry store. They approached the diplay case. The clerk was stunned. The other patron also watched silently. The clerk took one look at Miranda, And said, "My name is Maxwell, how may I serve you."
"Very good Max. My new friend here would like to buy me some jewelry. You know something pretty, expensive and sparking. Silver, diamonds, sapphires, you know."
The dazed and dazzled Max responded. "Gold…. Platinum…"
"Platinum." squealed Miranda. "Very good thinking, Max. How about some platimum bracelets?"
Max brought out some pairs of shiny platinum bracelets adorned with sapphires.
"The blue matches your eyes," he said to Miranda.
Miranda put on the bracelets. The platinum against her bare tan, golden arms was stunning. She held the bracelet up to Roger’s eyes. She moved the bracelet from side to side and his eyes followed automatically.
"Perfect," she said to herself. She glanced at the price tag. "Five thousand dollars. That’s a good start, but I really want to get something that will make men say ‘Wow!’"
Max produced as sapphire pendant on silver chain.
"Roger, would you be a dear, and help me with this?"
Roger complied.
"Well, gentleman. How do I look?
Roger and Max stared slack-jawed Miranda. The pendant resting between her breasts. They were captivated.
"Well, I guess it’s unanimous. No need to gift wrap. I’ll wear these out. Ta, ta. Roger, please take care of the bill. Another $12,000 was charged to Roger’s lobbying account.
Miranda left the stunned clerk behind only to turn and discover to her great surprise she found of the rest of the stores patrons on their knees idolizing her.
"Don’t go. We worship you. We need you. We’ll do anything for you, just let us be near you, just to be allowed to look at you," cried out a dozen of the most powerful men and women in Washington.
"Well I appreciate the praise, but I have one companion tonight and that’s all I need," said Miranda to her newfound followers.
"No, no. Please stay. We adore you," implored the senior Senator from Arizona. The others nodded in agreement.
As flattering as all this was Miranda really didn’t need to deal with it right now. Miranda reached into her new matching purse and retrieved the bottle of her special brand of perfume. With a big grin she sprayed her potion high into the air the droplets fell onto the kneeling patrons their pleas stopped and they became motionless, as if transformed into stone.
"That ought to give you something to remember me by," Miranda chuckled as she and Roger stepped through the maze of motionless worshipers.
Back in her suite Miranda lay on her bed as Roger kneeled on the floor, massaging her feet gently and praising her with lovely words. Miranda enjoyed the relaxation and basked in his praise. After 45 minutes or so Miranda was getting sleepy. She commanded Roger to leave the room, and to sleep on the floor in the other suite even thought there was a perfectly good bed available. Roger did so happily. Even though it meant being away from Miranda, the fact that he was obeying her brought him intense joy and satisfaction.
When Miranda awoke the next morning she checked on Roger. He was sleeping at the foot of the bed in the other suite as she had instructed. She worked out in the gym for an hour. She had requested that the gym be closed to others while she used it, and of course the hotel manager could not refuse her.
Her workout was followed a shower and then by breakfast in her room. The attendant, who brought her food, almost spilled the tray, because he was watching her legs. Miranda was long used to the clumsiness that she inspired, and she rather enjoyed it. When he went to leave, she called out his name and causing him to bump into the door. Miranda never seemed to tire of trying to find new ways to amuse her with men.
After breakfast, she was ready to return to HMC. She awoke Roger. Unshaven, disheveled and still completely under her spell, he was more than eager to accompany her wherever she was going.
They took a cab, and arrived in due time. Roger paid the fare.
"Now, Roger be a dear and stay right here until I come for you," Miranda blew him a kiss and crossed the street. Roger just stood and stared.
Miranda entered the building and found Dan at his desk. Upon seeing her, he couldn’t hold back his goofy grin. "Monique, it’s wonderful to see you."
"Good to see you too Dan. I have something special I want to show you." Miranda leaned over his desk. Her newly acquired pendant hung just in front of her low cut blouse.
"This is my new crystal pendant. Notice the way it sparkles in the light."
"Yes," Dan replied staring at the pendant.
"I do so like it when men give me jewelry," said Miranda planting the suggestion in Dan’s mind. "It makes me so happy when I get a beautiful, sparkling gift. But I suppose it’s time for my meeting with Mr. Smith."
Dan was non-responsive, still staring at the crystal. "
"That’s okay, Dan. I know the way," Miranda said as she turned and walked down the hallway. As Dan watched her glide down the hallway he remembered warnings he had been given about potential clients. He knew what they were capable of, but none of that mattered now. All he could think of was buying a piece of jewelry for Monique and making her happy.
Miranda walked through the open office door.
"Good Morning, Mr. Smith," she said brightly.
"Ah- Good Morning, Ms. Jaffe. Please sit down. That was some display last night," said Smith.
"I’m not sure what you mean."
"I had one of our men follow you last night. You really had that lobbyist under control. I think we know why prescription drugs cost so much," Smith joked.
"Actually, I was inspired by your description of the job. A girl could get used to that kind of treatment."
"That’s exactly the way we hoped you would feel. And it just confirms what your test already shows. You are a spectacular candidate. We have very high hopes for you."
"That’s great. When can I start?"
"However, there is one small problem. When we checked your references. Every one we talked to confirmed the information on your application. But when we did a computer check of the records, we found not only are they totally false. Monique Jaffe doesn’t even exist." Smith was glaring at her now.
"You see, Mr. Smith," Miranda flashed her perfect smile. "You have to understand. I’ve had a little trouble with the law in the past. I was afraid that if I told the truth that I might not get the job."
"So you created a new past and identity in their minds, but the records you beyond you reach."
"Yes, that is pretty much correct," laid Miranda.
"Well, I am sure we can check out your new story,"
"Good," said a relived Miranda.
"But we aren’t going to waste our time." He pressed a button and metal straps emerged from the arms of Miranda’s chair holding her wrists in place. You see, we will get the truth once we subject you to our own mind manipulation methods. You will tell us everything we need to know, and in the end you will be our quite willing and very loyal agent. An excellent addition to our team," Smith gloated.
Miranda was not at all worried. She had been in worse situations before. She very slowly and deliberately crossed her legs and said in her most seductive voice, "You really don’t want to do that, do you Mr. Smith." She waited for Smith to become transfixed by her. But he never did.
"Please Ms. Jaffe, or whatever your name is, your attempts to influence me are quite useless. Smith then disappeared from behind the desk and reappeared in the far corner of the room a second later.
"A hologram." said Miranda who was now beginning to worry.
"Yes, very good. With state of the art holographic technology, combined with advanced AI and speech recognition algorithms, I am the perfect man, or should I say machine for this job, and quite unaffected by your considerable charms."
"Perhaps," Miranda answered back. "But when your men come to take me out of here, I’ll think you’ll find that they will be much more eager to follow my commands then yours."
"Yes," replied Smith. "That could be a problem. If you were awake." Miranda felt a pinprick in her right wrist. "You see we are quite prepared. This chair was designed with someone like you in mind. The needle contains a mild sedative. You’ll be asleep shortly and the next time you wake up. You’ll be a loyal member of the organization."
Miranda’s mind was spinning. It was difficult to concentrate and she knew in a few more seconds she would be totally unconscious. The drug was just too powerful for her fight. She felt herself slipping away. Darkness was closing in on her now. With her remaining strength she yelled out in her mind, "Help, now!" And then all was black.
Outside on the street corner the slightly seedy looking Roger Metzger heard Miranda’s voice in his mind. He walked ten feet to a payphone and dialed 911.
"There is a fire at 2312 K Street. I also heard gunshots."
A patrol car arrived in 3 minutes. The officers knocked on the front door. No answer. It was locked they broke it down and upon entering found two men carrying an unconscious Miranda.
Miranda woke up feeling groggy. She tried to remember what had happened. She looked around the room and recognized it as a hospital room. At that pint a black man in a suit entered the room.
"Good you are awake. I want to ask you a few questions."
"What—Who are you? Where am I?" replied Miranda. Her head was beginning to clear but she still felt weak.
"Detective Rodney Copeland, ma’am." He flashed his badge. "Now, what is your name?"
Miranda was awake now. She realized that she had to get out of here before her identity was known.
She answered the detective in a low voice that he couldn’t make out.
"Could you repeat that, please I couldn’t make that out." He moved closer so he could hear her, which exactly what Miranda had in mind.
Now standing at her bedside and bending over her he asked again, "What is you name?" As he asked the question he couldn’t help but notice just how incredibly blue her eyes were. She said something but he didn’t hear her. He was to intent on looking into those blue eyes, staring into those blue eyes. He lost himself in her eyes.
Miranda questioned the motionless detective. "How did I get here?"
"DC Fire and Police responded to call. Two men were carrying you out the back when the units arrived on the scene."
"These men where are they now?"
"We’re holding them on kidnapping charges, that’s why I want to talk to you. We need you statement."
"Did you find anything else?"
"Bunch of computers, but everything was wiped clean. We have our expert looking at it, but he doesn’t sound hopeful."
Miranda considered her position. She had barely escaped, and knew nothing more about the organization than before she came to DC. She could try and interrogate the two they were holding but chances were that they didn’t know anything useful. The best thing for her to do was disappear back to California before anyone realized who she was.
"Detective, I want you to do me favor. You’d like to do me a favor wouldn’t you?"
"Yes," he answered.
Miranda smiled. They always want to do me favors.
"I am going to get dressed now. I need to you to stand outside my door and make sure that no one comes in, okay."
"Yes," and he exited the room.
Miranda found her clothes hanging and her personal items in a sealed plastic bag. In five minutes she was dressed and ready to go. She called Copeland back into her room.
"Very well done. Now you are going to escort me out of the hospital," A great privilege Miranda thought. "And to your car. If anyone tried to stop us, well just let me do the talking."
They walked down the hallway and were waiting for an elevator when one of the nurses started running towards them. The elevator arrived and Miranda and the detective quickly stepped on the elevator. Miranda hit the "L" button, but the nurse rushed into the elevator just before the doors closed.
"What are you doing?" She said to Copeland. "You know she shouldn’t be out of bed."
Copeland staredahead and did not answer.
Miranda hit the emergency stop button.
"Renee," Miranda said reading her name badge. "Thank you for taking such good care of my bracelet." Miranda held out her hand in front of Renee’s face. "I would have hated to lose it. It is so pretty the way it sparkles. It catches your eye and you can’t look away. Drawn to my pretty bracelet and into my trance. Drawn to my pretty bracelet and under my trance. And now you are deeply in my trance, aren’t you Renee."
Renee nodded her head. Her eyes still fixed on Miranda’s platinum bracelet.
"So relaxing, looking at the sparkles, making you so tired and so sleepy. You are going to fall into a deep and wonderful sleep and remember none of this. Deep sleep and remember none of this."
"I will remember none of this," repeated the nurse as she closed her eyes and slumped in the corner of the elevator.
Miranda started the elevator. They got off at the lobby, leaving the sleeping nurse behind. They were able to reach Copeland’s care without further incident.
Still a little groggy from the drug Smith had given her, Miranda decided it would be better if Copeland drove. The problem was that while Copeland was in a trance there was no way he could negotiate city traffic. Miranda was going to have to let him out of his trance to drive, but before she did that she had to ensure the proper post-hypnotic commands were in place to secure his complete cooperation.
"Rodney, now listen closely to me. I am casting a spell upon you. An irresistible and powerful spell making you completely obedient to me. Whatever I say you must do. You crave to obey me. You must obey me. Whatever I say is your own deepest desire. You must obey me at all times. You hear my voice in your mind. You will is melting away. Your thoughts replaced with my sweet voice. The more you obey the better you feel. The more you obey the better you feel. You must obey my voice. You are under my spell and you must obey me. You are under my spell and you must obey me," intoned Miranda as cast her spell upon her helpless captive.
"I am now going to awaken you from your trance. You will be completely aware and awake, but completely under my spell of obedience and compelled to follow all of my commands. Do you understand?"
"Yes," said the entranced detective.
"Good at the count of 5 you will be wide awake, but still completely under my spell. 1…2…3…4…. 5… Awake."
Copeland blinked a few times. "What happened? I was in the hospital."
"All in good time, Detective. If you would be so kind as to start the car and take me to my hotel. It’s the Washingtonian," commanded Miranda.
"I---." Copeland desperately wanted to know what was going on. But the words he just heard seemed to echo in his mind. And he desperately wanted to drive this woman to her hotel. As he stared the car and started to drive he a great feeling of well being and contentment flowed over him. As he maneuvered the car through traffic, he asked "Why am I taking you to the hotel?"
"Because I asked you. Isn’t that enough?" Miranda said lightheartedly
"Yes," Rodney replied. "That’s more than enough," he added.
"I want to put those men you had you in jail, but I need your help."
"That’s very sweet detective, but I am afraid that I have to leave town and I really can’t get mixed up in this. Do you understand?"
He didn’t but he said ‘Yes’ anyway. He just couldn’t’ say ‘No’ to this woman.
She smiled, "You are truly remarkable. I have you under one of most powerful spells of obedience. Most men at this point would just be incapable of speech, little more than zombies. And yet your are still actually working your case.
"Just trying to do my job."
"I see, just one of DC’s finest. Doing his job. Are you sure that is your only motivation?" she asked coyly.
"No, I am trying to please you," Copeland confessed.
"But of course you are. I see now. You want to help me, but you have to realize that I know what is best. You can’t do anything about it. Don’t fight it. You can’t resist. And it does feel so much better when you follow my commands," she said in a voice that made his whole body tingle.
He stopped resisting and fell silent. When they had reached the hotel, Miranda directed him to a parking lot around back.
"Well I must go now," Miranda announced
"I want to help you," he pleaded.
"But you can’t I’m going to let you sleep now. You won’t remember me or anything that happened at the hospital. But when you dream you’ll dream of me. You won’t know who I am, but you will know you must obey me, and if we ever do meet again, you will still be completely under my spell and will follow all of my commands. Do you understand?"
"Yes I do and I thank you," he said with great sincerity.
"Your welcome. Now then, you are very sleepy. Your eyelids are so heavy. You can’t resist. You must fall asleep."
And Rodney fell asleep with a big grin on his face.
Three hours later Miranda was on a plane back to California. She was able to "convince" the salesman sitting next to her to use his credit card to make a phone call. She called Mark at home but got his machine. She left an enchanting message designed to place him into a deep trance. She would love to have been there to see the expression on his face as he listened to the message and slowly fell under her spell, but alas her imagination would have to suffice…
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In California Mark was driving home from the office. He had been working extra hard these past few days while Miranda was gone. He really wanted to do a good job for Miranda and make her proud. He couldn’t wait for her to get back. He was so very lucky to work for Miranda. She was amazing. Smart and beautiful. So very beautiful. So grateful to work for her. He wished he could be with her all the time. Ready and willing, at her beck and call. That’s all he wanted to do is serve her and make her happy.
The blue and red flashing lights in his rearview mirror interrupted Mark’s daydreams of Miranda.
"Damn, didn’t realize how fast I was going," he said to himself. He pulled over fished out his documents, and rolled down his window.
"License and registration, please" said a sweet voice. James looked up. The officer was a stunning brunette. Her long hair was down about her shoulders looking most un-police like. Around her neck she wore a necklace with a most unusual pendant …
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Back in DC it was night and starting to rain. Roger Metzger stood on the street corner. She told him to wait here until she came back and that’s just what he was going to do.
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The mogul looked out over the veranda. He remembered when he first had visited here. He had found the view beautiful and compelling. He wanted to, no needed to possess it. Which, of course, being the mogul, money was not a problem. Now all the mountains and tress he could see were his.
"Excuse me sir, we have news from Washington," interrupted his personal assistant, Gene.
"Yes what is it?" replied the mogul.
"Our DC operation was compromised. Oddly enough it was DC police and Fire. Two locals we contracted out were picked up. They clammed up. We got them representation and they are out. Seems the case against them has fallen apart. All files and records were erased. And the dummy corporation can’t be traced back to the organization."
"Anything else," inquired the mogul.
"Yes there were reports of a woman matching Soforina's description at the scene."
"Perfect," said the mogul. "Everything is going according to plan."
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NEXT: Sure, no one crook is a match for Soforina, but what happens she has to take on the combined villainy of four of the city’s most dangerous criminals. Plus, Mark is in love and it’s not with Miranda.
