The Clients...

The man who had selected Yvonne was named Simon Senant. He was one of Clyde's longest clients and often had a least one 'session' a week in Clyde's gallery. Simon was in the usual room he took when he came over for his 'session'. The room included the two women he often paid to use. Clyde added Yvonne this time for free as reward for his loyalty. Simon found Yvonne extremely attractive as he had met her before she was brainwashed and in general she was a good looking woman with great assets. Simon remembered the first time he had met Yvonne. He was attracted to from the start. It was not until she started to speak to him was when he realized she was a smarty uppity type. She was much better in her current state.

Yvonne was on her back, her hands were groping her well-endowed breasts while her meaty legs were propped up on Simon's shoulders. Simon slammed his cock into her while looking down at her face. Yvonne had a wide eyed look with a broad unnatural smile on lips. Her dark eyes stared emptily at the ceiling. As Simon pounded her, he thought back to their first meeting.

It was just little year ago...Yvonne Peterson was Simon's kid fifth grade teacher. It was Simon's turn to attend a school function, he and wife often took turns, they were both too busy to go together. The function that Simon had to attend was a class open house. He spotted Yvonne, she had great smile and was well stacked. She was in tight-fitting sweater that showed off her rack and tight dark denim jeans that hugged her thick legs perfectly. Her jeans were tucked in riding boots that completed her look. She was quite a sight Simon thought.

She caught Simon's attention. They locked eyes for a moment and she approached him. Simon smiled as she stepped up to him. She smiled back and extended her hand. "Mr. Senant?"

"That's me," Simon nodded taking her hand.

"Your son is pleasure to teach," she then said.

"That's great to hear, thank you."

"I do have a question for you?"

"What's that?" Simon asked.

"How often do you work on his reading at home?" Yvonne asked.

Simon thought for a beat. He did not work on his reading. That was his wife's department. He doubt that his wife did it though, she was the fun parent. Simon wasn't going to tell this teacher that. "We should probably do it more," Simon replied with sheepish smile.

Yvonne did not share his smile. She looked at him serious. Yvonne pulled him aside. "This is a serious matter," she then said in a hushed tone. "You're son is already reading under his level. If he does not improve, I may have to fail him."

The rest of conversation was a bit condescending and Simon did not remember too much of it. He never came back to the school. He traded with his wife and from what his wife told him she did not enjoy it either. Yvonne eventually failed his son. They got a tutor from him and he got back on track and he was fine currently though a year behind his friends.

Simon pulled his cock free and shot his load over Yvonne's breasts and blank face. "How do you like that?" He asked and only smiled at her silence. He turned to the two other naked women in the room. Both were dark haired, he had a thing for dark-haired women. "Sara, Karen..." he started to order as he climbed off the bed. "...Fuck Yvonne..." Simon commanded. The two women blank faced climbed on the bed as ordered. One started to kiss Yvonne's lips while the other started to eat out her pussy. "Worth every penny!" Simon laughed as he watched.

Meanwhile down in the basement. Jack Jennings looked over the naked redhead that was lone woman left from the trio. This was his first visit to Clyde's. His friend had referred him and also paid for him too. Jack had been down in the dumps since his wife left him. His friend thought this would be good for him since Jack had a Stepford Wives fetish. This visit had been amazing to say the least. He still could not believe what he was seeing. Clyde James had found a way to brainwash women.

"Martha dance," Jack ordered. He could not help but smile as the redhead started to dance for him. Her face still blank and her dancing was horrible but it was all hot to him. "Stop," he then commanded. She stopped and reverted back to a neutral stance.

Jack's started to think. How much would it cost to get Clyde to get his wife? This was something he would paid anything for. Something to ask later he thought. He turned his attention back to Martha's naked form. "Time to get my money's worth..." Jack said as he started to undress. Martha only looked on emptily, her mind was vacant and she did not even realize her new life. It was only a couple weeks ago she was socialite attending fancy country club parties. Now she naked in a basement, mindless and about to have sex with a strange man.