'Fix up' Selina's mind and get her on your side

Lisa and Selina walked back in to the living room and sat down across the table from each other, Lisa on the same side a Jonny, and Selina across from them both. The police chief aged 44, sat pleasantly and politely at the table. Where Lisa’s hair was as red as a fresh flame, Selina’s was jet black. It was pulled back in a very business-like and utilitarian pony tail to keep it from flopping around very much. The officer was about five foot six, with a frame that was still fairly muscular. Her breasts, though, had begun to sag as she aged a bit, and her belly was not quite as toned as, say, her arms. She wore a black suit-jacket sort of top with a simple, button-down white shirt buttoned all the way up, as any true professional would have done, despite a chest very much worth showing off.

“So about the gathering, Selina,” Lisa began, “since it’s on the roof of the office building where my firm is, the senior partner in charge would like me to take a particular interest in making sure that the Mayor and the various state-level dignitaries are safe, as task that falls mostly to you, of course.” Selina smiled back, “Well yes of course we take security very seriously, Lisa, and so we plan to be out in full ****, with uniformed officers at the entrance to the building, by the elevators, and of course many on the roof of the building itself where the gathering will be. Most will be in their full, formal officers’ uniforms, while some will be in tuxes and evening gowns mingling with the crowd to pop up should there be any trouble.” “How many officers in total are scheduled for the event?” Lisa said. “In all, about one hundred in various capacities,” Selina replied. “Okay,” Lisa said as she scribbled on a piece of paper, “and who will be responsible for guarding the Mayor specifically?” Selina thought for a moment. “That would be Officers Brown and Sletkov, two of our best,” she replied. Lisa scribbled again and sipped her coffee.

“So how are you guys handling getting ready for this and testifying at the Martinez trial at the same time?” Lisa asked, and Selina relaxed a little bit as the conversation had moved to a different topic. She took another gulp of her tea. “Well of course it’s a struggle,” she said with a smile, “the prosecutors and defense guys are in and out all the time prepping the witnesses who work for the police department, so we have to make sure everyone has time to do that. But it’s all part of the a day’s work for a cop sworn to put **** dealers like Martinez away, and it’s a huge bust for us. We actually have the bills with traces of **** on them, so we feel good about where we are.”

“I bet that’s—“ Lisa began, but you cut her off. “Where are you?” Jonny chimed in. Selina looked surprised at the question and at the interruption. “Well, we’ve got the evidence in the lock-up, fingerprints on it and all, so I think we’re good,” Selina responded again. Jonny leaned forward in the chair. “But what if the evidence came up missing?” he said with a smile. Selina scoffed, “Young man,” she said, sitting up straight, “that would impugn the credibility of my officers and me, and we run a very tight ship. I would never allow that to happen.” Jonny laughed audibly. Selina seemed to be getting irritated at the indignant nature of the young man. “You mean to tell me you’ve never considered boosting the cash yourself, jetting off to Miami, and getting a nice tan on those wonderful jugs of yours?” Jonny said as a look of shock came across Selina’s face. “Lisa are you going to let this boy talk—“ she began, but Jonny cut her off too. “Lisa will do whatever I tell her to do, and she’ll like it,” Jonny said. Lisa sat looking across the table at Selina in silence and with a slight smile.

Suddenly, Jonny reached across the table and grabbed Selina firmly by the hand. His eyes began to grow a bright red, and hers followed suit immediately. The uptight, middle-aged officer just seemed to relax suddenly, sinking into her chair like a tired person falls to a bed in a heap. Jonny stood up and walked calmly to the other side of the table, this time putting his hand on Selina’s shoulders. “See, I think you actually would allow that to happen,” Jonny said, “I think that beautiful big-breasted body of yours is overworked and underpaid. I think under the state retirement system your pension won’t be any good to your for another 13 years,” he said as he bent down, whispering these things now into Selina’s ear. “Thirteen years,” she said, seeming half asleep. “That’s right!” Jonny said, “and what do you care if one **** dealer gets off ‘cause you took a little money. What are the cops going to do with that money anyway? Probably use it to put food in Martinez’s mouth when he’s in jail. Wouldn’t you rather take the money yourself and use it for something good? Isn’t it your time to enjoy yourself?” Jonny said, as his eyes and those of this enthralled companion still glowed.

“He’s . . . bad ‘an . . . ‘an . . . ‘an I’m . . . cop,” she said groggily. “Oh I admire your devotion to purpose officer, I really do,” Jonny said, “but here’s what you’re going to do.” Jonny came around to the front of the officer and physically sat himself upon her lap. He was mere inches from her eyes as they glowed red like embers, and Jonny pushed her with all his psychic might. “Later today, you’re going to go to work. When you get there and walk by the evidence room, you’re going to stop what you’re doing and unlock the door and go in. You won’t be sure why you’re doing it, but just know that part of you thinks you deserve it after all these years. And you’ll be right. When you go into the evidence room, you’re going to take the money that is the evidence in the Martinez **** case, and you’re going to put it in your work bag. Leave the police station. Take the money, and, on the way home from work, stop at the most expensive clothing store in town. Take the **** money, and buy yourself the most beautiful gown you can find. Make sure that it hugs your every luscious, full, voluptuous curve. Make sure that it puts to rest once and for all any notion that curvy women in their forties cannot be absolute knock-outs. Then drive to this very home, and knock on the door. I will have more work for you. Do you understand?”

The officer sat silently for a moment, her entire body lax. “I understand,” she said, just before passing out. Jonny took a very deep breath. He realized he’d been shaking. When he tried to climb off the officer, his balance was a little bit off. He went to scratch his nose only to realize that it was bleeding. “Master!” Lisa yelled with worry as Jonny fell weakly into her arms, having tried to stand too quickly, “what’s wrong, Master?” she asked, scared. “I usually don’t try to maintain a psychic link for that long, and she really fought me, but I beat her. She’ll do as she was told,” Jonny said as he gingerly stood. He took a few deep breaths to compose himself.

Jonny reached down and grabbed the keys from the belt of the **** Selina, and he threw them to Lisa. “Take our dangerously idealistic friend home. I fucked with her mind pretty good, but she’ll wake before long. When she does, make sure you see that she will be all right. Tell her that, especially as a public official on duty, she really should be careful about drinking so much by an early hour like 9 AM, and tell her that the Mayor will probably want to see her for having missed a chunk of work today. She’ll want to make sure she composes herself properly before she goes for that meeting.”

Jonny began to slowly walk up to the bedroom. “Are you all right, Master?” Lisa says, still concerned. Jonny pauses, “I will be, now do as I told you.” With that, up he went.