Tamara Fox

"Ms. Tamara Fox! It's good to see you. We were just talking about you," Linda said, authentic in her pleasure. "As beautiful as ever, I see."

"Thank you, Linda." Tam giggled. "It's been a while."

The pair shared laughs and a drink, but he could feel her gazing at him from the corner of her eye. Infatuation. He could sense it inside her. Was it because of his hypnosis? There was a connection, a flame waiting to be lit.

"As a nurse, I assure you that I will do my best to continue convincing my family," Tam said.

"Convincing? Or forcing?" Linda joked. Another small round of chuckles that Aaron didn't participate in. He drank his glass of apple juice empty and listened to their conversation.

Due to their shared occupation as nurses, they shared much in common, from political ideology to work stories. Aaron kept silent throughout it all. There wasn't much room for him to talk anyway. Soon, another joined their little group. Mallory Moxon, the daughter of Lew Moxon, a frizzled-hair redhead wearing a black dress with a white top. The conversation turned to the construction of a new hospital supported by Lex Luthor.

There was a reason Gotham struggled with crime and corruption. With four public hospitals and eleven private ones, the citizens could hardly receive healthcare without being hounded with unwarranted bills. The private institutions were run by mobsters and the unsavoury. Coupled with its vast population of over ten million, there was simply no way for the ordinary to live under the hammer of the Joker or Bane or whichever supervillain that decided to take over the city.

Linda and Tam seemed to be major proprietors of healthcare and equitable wealth. Mallory Maxon wore a **** smile and nodded along egregiously. She looked polite but it seemed she had other ambitions.

"The Fox Hospital would certainly incur the wrath of the Cosa Nostra," said Mallory. "Damaged cars, causing unnecessary traffic, increasing the number of injured. I wouldn't be surprised if they went to such lengths."

"I thought they were gone," Linda said, tilting her glass. "Have they done something recently?"

Aaron caught the slight wince in Mallory's fingers. "Yes," she replied, smiling flatly. "Regardless, the East End is dangerous. I only hope things go well for you."

"They will," Mallory said, sending a look to Tam. "Isn't that right?"

"Right." Tam looked away, losing the colour in her eyes, before brightening up at the sight of Aaron. "So, Aaron, how is it going? I noticed you haven't called me back."

"I've been busy," Aaron responded blankly.

"Aw. We should get together." Tam came to his side and brushed arms flirtatiously. "Maybe have a few drinks~"

Tam winked and laughed it off. The two women seemed to shrug it off as playful flirting but not Aaron. He understood and his mind flashed of their sessions together at the hospital. Her warped, fucked up face, her saliva and taste, her golden-brown ass glistening and making waves. His cock twitched in his pants.

Aaron decided to excuse himself from the conversation. Tam pouted, looping her arm around his and pressing her black figure against him...