A Case Closed and a Mind Opened [Finale]

"Ugh... eh?"

Noelle sits up on the bed as her eyes start to finally refocus. Her head is spinning and her entire body is shaking as she attempts to figure out where she is. As she starts to regain awareness of her surroundings, she realizes there are a bunch of figures at the foot of the bed.

"Ah! Noelle! You're awake! Thank goodness!" A voice cries with joy before one of the figures jumps on her and gives her a gigantic hug.

After a moment, Noelle realizes it's Chelsea who's on top of her. Another look in front of her allows her to finally recognize Danielle, Cassidy, and Lalita. Danielle and Lalita are watching her very closely while Cassidy attempts to unhook some strange object the petite French girl can't identify from the back of the room's television.

"Qu-que se passe-t-il?" Noelle asks, her voice strained, causing her to realize that her throat is incredibly dry. She lets out a involuntary cough.

"Uh... I'm not really sure what that means," Chelsea chuckles, embarrassed from not being able to understand her new friend.

Noelle attempts to repeat herself in English, but can't manage to get the worlds out. Seeing the girl struggle causes Lalita to run over and place a hand on the exhausted singer.

"Oh, please don't strain yourself, dear. You've been through more than enough today," the older woman expresses before looking over at Chelsea. "She asked what's going on. I can't imagine how confused the poor girl must be after everything that's happened."

Chelsea gives a sympathetic look to Noelle.

"It's kind of a long story, but let's just say that someone got a little power crazy and ending up messing with your head a bit more than they should have. But don't worry. Danielle and Cassidy both said you should be fine now," she explains.

"We can give you the full story later, but for right now you need something to drink. You've lost quite a lot of fluids," Danielle chimes in.

"I..." Noelle barely manages to speak up. "I feel like I could really use a drink right now... Where did my wine glass go?"

"Uh... perhaps we should avoid wine for the time being," Lalita suggests. "You just sit here and rest. Let me get you a nice, cold glass of water."

Lalita quickly leaves the room to go fetch Noelle some water while the other three stay to watch the small brunette. As she walks downstairs and passes through the dining, she notices all of her other guests waiting there. In one corner of the room, a still-zoned-out Pearl is tied up to a chair.

"I see our little troublemaker is still turned off," Lalita remarks to Abigail as she walks into the room.

"Yeah. According to Cassidy, she should be waking back up sometime in the next little bit," the hypnotist replies.

"And we're still in agreement about the plan?"

"As of right now, yes."

"Wonderful. I look forward to seeing that. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to help get Noelle back on her feet," Lalita says as she heads to the kitchen, Abigail simply giving an understanding nod in response.

Once Lalita is out of the room, Sabrina gives an overexaggerated stretch before taking a step towards the front door.

"Well... it's been fun, guys. At least as fun as it gets when some crazy psychic bitch tries to commit mental ****. But I think I've had enough excitement for one day. I need to get my beauty sleep, after all. So I think I'll be heading out now," she tells everyone as she tries to leave.

"Oh no, you don't," Abigail quickly interrupts her exit. "You still haven't given me a chance to pay you back for that little bimbofication stunt you pulled earlier."

Immediately, Sabrina tenses up slightly. However, she still attempts to keep a smile on her face.

"Oh, y-you don't have to do that..." the influencer insists. "That was all just a little bit of harmless fun. Water under the bridge, right?"

"Of course," Abigail agrees as she begins to rapidly close the distance between them. "It was all in good fun. But that being said, surely you wouldn't leave before I had a chance to have some fun of my own, would you? It's only fair."

Before Sabrina has a chance to move or say anything, Abigail reaches behind her neck and takes off her necklace. She's become so good at removing it over the years that Sabrina is unable to make a move before the pendant is swinging back and forth in front of her eye.

"W-wait! We don't need to do this. We can just... uh... forgive... and..." Sabrina starts to trail off as she can't help herself from staring at the pendant.

"Forget? Oh, that's a great idea, Sabrina. Let's just forget. Forget everything. No need to worry about all those pesky thoughts. Just forget..." Abigail whispers in a long, drawn out tone typical of the way she speaks when hypnotizing someone.

"Forget..." Sabrina repeats in a soft murmur.

"That's a good girl. Now, if I understand correctly, you never actually got any action today, did you? Well, we can't have that. Especially not with how much you love licking pussy. You do love licking pussy, don't you, Sabrina?"

"Love... licking... pussy..."

"That's what I thought. Now, let's go find somewhere private. I can't wait to see that pretty face in between my legs. And you know what? I bet those fans of yours would love to see something like that too. You are a bit of a tease from what I understand. Perhaps it's time you finally gave them what they all so desperately want to see. Come on. Let's give your adoring audience a nice show..."

Abigail leads Sabrina out of the room, careful to never let her pendant leave the blonde's entranced eyes. The remaining women decide to just sit around and bide their time until eventually, Noelle finally regains enough of her strength to join everyone downstairs, with Lalita following close behind to make sure the French girl doesn't collapse or anything.

"Well, look who it is. Glad to see you back on your feet, Noelle," Mona greets the singer.

"Indeed. It is most fortunate that you seem to have recovered with minimal issue," S.A.M. agrees.

"Thanks, you two. It's certainly been a confusing recovery," Noelle tells them.

"I assume your bedside nurses caught you up to speed?" Isa asks.

"Yeah, Chelsea gave me the rundown of everything that happened," Noelle confirms before walking around and seeing Pearl tied up in the corner. "Hard to believe a free spirit like Pearl could cause so many issues. So she totally out of it right now?"

"Yep," Mona replies. "Hasn't moved since she knocked herself out with that light thing Cassidy made. Pretty sure there isn't a single thought in that pretty little head of hers."

Noelle walks over to the mindless Pearl. Cautiously, she waves a hand in front of the psychic's face, to which she gets no reaction. The singer notices a wet spot near the top her dress, which she can only assume is from Pearl drooling on herself.

"Have you figured out what you're going to do with her?"

"We have a plan..." Chelsea suddenly chimes in, having just entered the room. Noelle looks to her for more information, but the magician just smiles coyly.

Not long after Chelsea comes in, Cassidy and Danielle enter as well. The group spends a few more minutes discussing everything that's happened until Abigail walks back in, readjusting her now disheveled clothes. The therapist seems to be positively glowering as she steps into the dining room.

"Oh, you're all here. Good," the busty brunette smiles as she tucks a bit oh her hair behind her ear. She then glances at Noelle. "Glad to see your mind's back in one piece."

Noelle pauses and looks around the room, mentally counting the other women in her head.

"Wait, where's Sabrina? She's the only one I still haven't seen."

"Oh, don't worry about her," Abigail dismisses the singer's concern. "She's just a bit tuckered out right now. Let me tell you, that girl's got quite the tongue on her. And here I was worried all her mouth was good for was yapping."

Before anyone in the room has a chance to comment or ask any follow-up questions, a grunt is heard from the other side of the room.

"Mmm... huh? Where am I?"

The women all look over to see Pearl finally starting to stir. She attempts to readjust her position in her chair, but is unable to due to her restraints. Seeing this causes Abigail's smile to grow even wider.

"It seems like I came back just in time. Noelle, would you mind following me?," Abigail requests before leading the small girl over to Pearl's side. "Good morning, sleepyhead. Did you enjoy your nap?"

"W-wha...? Abi... Abigail? Wait... what's going on?" Pearl starts to struggle a bit more as she fully wakes up. "Hey! What did you do to me? Let me go!"

"Yeah, that's not gonna happen," Abigail quickly replies. "You know, we've been talking about what we want to do with you, since we can't exactly just let you go after what happened, now can we? But I think we came up with a pretty good solution, if I do say so myself. In fact, I think you'll find that you might actually enjoy this punishment..."

"No! Don't! I promise I won't cause any more trouble! Now get me out of here!" Pearl yells as she continues her fruitless attempts of breaking out of the ropes holding her down.

The other women all watch Pearl struggle in silence. For a brief moment, a voice in Abigail's head tells her to untie Pearl and let her go, but she quickly shakes off the intrusive thought.

"Ah, ah, ah... I hoped by now you would have learned your lesson about trying to influence people's minds to get what you want," Abigail scolds the captive Pearl. "That's why, to teach you a lesson, we thought it would be appropriate to try to make an honest, working woman out of you. And best of all, to make up for everything you did to her, Noelle is going to be your boss from now on."

"I am?" The singer question.

"No! Stop it!" Pearl cries out one more time.

"Now, now. That's enough out of you. I think I'm done talking to Pearl," Abigail says before leaning in close to whisper into the psychic's ear. "Time to make it rain."

"Wait... what...? No... I... I..." Pearl trails off as Abigail's words echo in her mind. She freezes in place as her eyes glaze over. A few seconds later, she starts to regain awareness, but this time, a seductive smile forms on her lips. "Oh... well isn't this a kinky position I've found myself in..."

"Pearl?" Noelle asks in confusion.

"Pearl? Sweetheart, I think you have me confused with someone else. The name's Amber. Now I'm not sure how I got into this situation, but would someone mind untying these ropes for me? As much as I do love a little bondage here and there, that costs extra and I don't remember ever being paid for my time," the curvy woman explains with a giggle.

"I can get you out of those," Chelsea says, "but you have to swear you'll be good if I do."

"I'll try my best, baby, but I can't help getting a little naughty every now and then. That's just the way I am," she responds, licking her lips for emphasis.

Chelsea merely chuckles in response before snapping her fingers. When she does, the ropes all disappear with a poof. "Amber" then stands up and stretches, attempting to get the blood flowing back into her arms and legs. As soon as she starts to feel better, she immediately begins to sway her hips back and forth to nonexistent music.

"That feels so much better, but I could do without all these tight, restrictive clothes. Let's get those off now, shall we?" She says as she pulls her dress up over her head before dropping it onto the floor.

"Uh... what's happening?" Noelle asks.

"During the investigation, I hypnotized Pearl and Mona and gave them trigger that would turn them into erotic dancers," Abigail starts to explain while the hypnotized stripper continues to disrobe. "Although, their alternate persona's are willing to do pretty much anything for the right price, so maybe the term 'whore' is more accurate."

"You are gonna undo that for me, right?" Mona interrupts to ask.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll make sure to get rid of your triggers before we leave. Anyway, we decided it would be a fitting to leave Pearl as Amber for a while as payback for what she did. And since you were the victim in this little case, we thought you might like to take her. I'm sure she'd fit right in at those clubs you perform at. A dancer to go along with your singing, you know?"

Noelle isn't exactly sure how to respond, so she continues to watch Amber in stunned silence. The dancer continues to seductively strip down until she is completely naked. She then notices a cute white sun hat sitting on a nearby coat rack. She grabs the hat and places it on her head before strutting back over to her chair where she continues her performance.

Noelle's mouth waters slightly at the sight of Amber bouncing her big tits around and shaking her ass. And she's not the only one, as many of the other women in the room enjoy the brunette's perverted display. Blondie in particular briefly considers stripping and joining in herself, though manages to resist the urge, even if just barely. After watching for about a minute, Noelle bites her lip as she thinks for a moment, then she turns back to Abigail.

"Alright, I'll take her. It could be fun travelling around with someone as sexy as her. And I'll certainly take the extra money she could bring in," the singer says.

"Excellent!" Abigail exclaims cheerfully. "I figured you might like this plan." The hypnotist then turns to the dancer, who is happily twerking for her audience. "Listen here, Amber. From now on, Noelle is your boss. You're going to listen to everything she says and do everything she tells you to. Got it?"

Amber quickly picks herself up off of her chair and looks Noelle up and down, drinking in the woman's soft features as she does so.

"I get to work for this little hottie? Sounds like a sweet deal to me," she says, her hips still drifting gently from side to side. "I promise I'm going to make so much money for you. And if you ever need a little pick-me-up, just let me know and I'll take care of it. Free of charge, of course."

Amber winks and blows Noelle a kiss before returning to her performance. Noelle can't help but imagine all the different things she could do with her new employee. Getting her to give lap dances or blowjobs to people at work. Having her spread those juicy ass cheeks for an entire room of people to see. Taking her home after a long day and having her body worshipped. It's not hard for Noelle to picture herself getting used to a life like that. After letting the girl enjoy her fantasies a bit longer, Abigail snaps her back to reality to explain a bit more.

"You're welcome to keep her like that as long as you want, but you'll need to bring her to my office at least once a month so I can recondition her... and maybe so I can have a little fun with her myself. The trigger to turn her back is 'I'm all out of cash,' but as of right now, it only works when I say it. During our first appointment, I'll make sure you can use her triggers too. Aside from that, just keep a list of any changes you might like to make to her mind, and we can sort out the details whenever I see you."

"Sounds good. Thank you so much for everything you've done, Abigail," Noelle replies.

"Eh, don't mention it. I like to think you'd do the same for me," Abigail laughs.

With that all wrapped up, everyone starts making preparations to head home. Abigail undoes Mona's hypnosis. Danielle convinces Blondie to come to her lab to test a few more "juices." Isa and S.A.M. discuss the idea of further exploring the robot's newly discovered anal sensitivity. As everyone else is making plans and gathering their things, Cassidy inches her way toward Lalita.

"Hey, so... about what happened..."

"Don't worry, Cassidy. I have no intention of bringing it up ever again," Lalita assures her.

"R-right. Well, it's not that. It's just..." Cassidy pauses, causing the older Indian woman to look at her with concern. "I just wanted to say that it wasn't the worst thing ever. Being with you, I mean."

"Oh... really? I didn't expect something like that from you," Lalita admits.

"Don't misunderstand. I'm not saying I'm in fuckin' love with you or anything. Just... if you ever find yourself alone one evening... I wouldn't be opposed to making some time in my schedule... if you wanted to... you know..." the inventor tries her best to not stumble over her words.

"I believe I do know, yes," the model responds with a soft grin. "I'm not usually interested in sleeping with a person multiple times, but perhaps I could make an exception just this once. It may just be because of Pearl's implanted suggestion, but I wouldn't mind seeing you again every once in a while."

"But I want you to know that next time, I'm going to be the one in charge," Cassidy remarks.

"We'll see about that..."

Meanwhile, as those two chat, the rest of the women begin shuffling out the front door. Amber and Noelle stand outside and wait for a ride that Noelle ordered earlier, Amber still wearing nothing but her new sun hat, which Lalita offered to let her keep as a parting gift. While the two wait, Chelsea comes up and taps Noelle on the shoulder, causing her to turn around and face the young magician.

"It's a shame the two of us didn't get a chance to hang out more today. I felt like we were really hitting it off," Chelsea tells the singer.

"Yes. As difficult as it can be for me to be around other people sometimes, I did enjoy your company quite a bit," Noelle mirrors the sentiment. "But maybe we could find some other time to get to know each other. Ideally in a more quiet setting."

"Definitely! I'd love to!" Chelsea beams. "And hey, if you ever need an opening act, just give me a call. The Amazing Lady Presto is at your service!"

With a flick of the wrist, Chelsea produces a business card and hands it to Noelle, who happily takes it. Just as she does, a car pulls into the driveway.

"I believe this is us," Noelle says as she puts the card in her purse. "It was wonderful to meet you, Chelsea. And thank you for having my back just as you promised you would."

"Of course. Anytime," Chelsea says.

After a final goodbye, Noelle gets into the car along with her personal, mind controlled stripper. Chelsea waves as the car pulls off, feeling somewhat bittersweet about the farewell.

"Well, I guess it's just us left," Chelsea suddenly hears behind her.

The magician turns around to see Abigail standing there. A quick glance around makes Chelsea realize that everyone else is gone, apparently having already started making their way back home.

"It looks that way," Chelsea replies. "Weird to think that it's over. I feel like we kind of missed the whole point of us all meeting up in the first place."

"Yeah, I guess that'll happen when you have to stop everything to solve a mystery in the middle of an evening soirée," Abigail chuckles.

"I guess so," Chelsea returns the laugh. "Well, if it had to happen, I'm glad we had you here. If you ever get bored of therapy you'd make a great detective."

"Haha. That does sound like it could be fun. Though I doubt I'll ever get bored of my work. Too many hot clients eager to let me root around in their minds," Abigail explains. "But don't discount your own work. I couldn't have done this without you."

"This may be a bit presumptuous, but I'd be willing to say we make a pretty good team."

"I can agree with that."

The two women go quiet for a moment, unsure of how exactly to conclude their conversation. Eventually, Abigail decides to just keep things simple and extend her hand.

"Well, hopefully we'll meet again somewhere down the road. And hopefully if that happens, the circumstances will be a bit better," she says. "Although, now that I think about it, if I ever do find myself in another situation like this, I wouldn't mind having you there as my partner again."

Hearing Abigail use the word "partner" causes Chelsea's eyes to light up. Once she has a moment to calm herself back down, she reaches out and takes Abigail's hand.

"Detectives Spindral and Presto! It's got a nice ring to it!" She exclaims brightly.

The two shake hands.

"I'll see you later, Chelsea."

"Yeah. I hope so."

And with that, the two let go of each other's hands and walk away. As they both reach their cars, they give each other one last look before nodding to one another. They start their cars and pull out of the driveway in opposite directions. It may not have been the most normal way to spend an evening, but in fairness, they're not the most normal people. And despite the mistrust in the beginning, none of them can deny how close they became once all was said and done.

Besides, any party with that much sex can't be all bad...