The real client arrives...

Mona was a sales person back in Jersey. She was good at it too. She sold everything from houses, cars, boats and jewels. She spoke a good game and though she was a bit trashy she was still hot. If she had the power to hypnotize people she would be a **** to deal with. Jack was glad she did not, the world only needed one depraved hypnotist and that was him.

Currently Mona was not very sales woman-like or even professonal she wasn't even the ball buster that had charged into his office just a few minutes ago. She was slumped into his sofa, her head lulled over her right shoulder with her mouth open. She was snoring loudly and drool was starting to dribble down the corner of her parted lips. One hand was draped over her lap while the her sat limp at her side. Her skirt was hiked up showing more leg than even she would have liked. Her legs looked great in fishnets though, the sight of them almost made salivate. They were parted wide and her ankles were at awkward angles thanks to her heels.

Jack looked over his slumbering ex-wife and realized that he still had a thing for her. An idea hit him he was gonna use her as perhaps Stepford type wife for himself. Since she was here it was already obvious she was not going to go back to Jersey. Mona DeValle was now his.

Before Jack could issue a command or even think more on his plan his assistant knocked on his door and entered. "Hey Doc, sorry to disturb but your real appointment is here."

"Right," Jack remembered with a nod. His real appointment since Mona was clearly an ambush, albeit a failed one. He sat back in thought his eyes wandering Mona's thick sexy frame. He really wanted to see her naked. But he also had 'work'. An idea came to him and smiled. He looked back at his assistant who was patiently waiting at his door with eager eyes ready to please. "Who do we have?"

"Ms. Lana Chambers, she's bank executive with sleeping issues.

"Sleeping issues?" Jack asked with a smirk. "We can fix that, I'll be out to meet her."

"You got it doc," his assistant said before ducking out and closing the door after her.

Jack got up and fixed his shirt, it was still tussled from when Mona grabbed him and from him dragging her. He leaned over his sleeping ex and smiled at her snoring face. Mona was oblivious that she was now her ex-husband's ****. "Welcome to LA, we're gonna have some fun,"he said patting her hard on the cheek.

Lana Chambers was African-American with kinky short hair. She was slender and tall. She was dressed in a purple pants suit that was tailored to her body along with black top under the nicely fitted jacket. She stood in pricy looking black heels that made her stand over six feet. She held a small handbag that matched her suit and stood when Jack strolled out from his office.

"Ms. Chambers," Jack said in greeting extending his hand. This one was looker. He loved his job.

"Please call me Lana," Lana said in a sultry British accent. She extended her own hand.

"Oh...you're not from around here," Jack said as he took her hand.

"No, I'm from London. My bank just opened a new branch here I'm in town to get it sorted," she replied shaking Jack's hand.

"You mentioned you had sleeping issues?" Jack asked as he looked Lana up and down. She was very nice, she could have been model with that body and her face was very pretty too and that accent...

"Uh yes..." Lana said frowning seeing the man before leer at her like she was was piece a meat. "I think it could be the jet lag but I have not had a good night's rests since I got here."

"Uh, that could be it for sure..." Jack nodded his gaze drifting to her black top. Her breasts weren't that big but they noticeable, they were proportional to her frame for sure.

"Excuse me doctor?" Lana asked feeling a little uncomfortable with this man's leering.

"Uh sorry..." Jack said shaking his head and looking up at Lana's frowning face. "How old are you?" he then asked. Frowning the woman was looked hot.

Lana shook her head, "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Well...age and sleep go hand and hand," Jack simply said

Lana sighed, "I'm 33," she replied and looked at her Rolex. "I have other things to do," she lied looking at her silver time piece. She actually had most of the day free. She really didn't want to be with this so call doctor, despite his growing credentials he was creepy. "You think we could just skip the session and you draw me up a script?"

Jack nodded, "Sure we could do that...but I'm not going to write you a prescription."

"What?" Lana asked annoyed. "Why not?"

"Because you don't have a sleeping issue," Jack replied with a grin.

The grin annoyed Lana and she was pissed. She was done. "I doubt you're in any position to determine that Doctor," she seethed barely keeping her accented tone level. "I don't even..." Lana started to say.

"Sleep." Jack commanded.

Lana lets out an "Ugh" as her head snaps back and her deep brown eyes roll into her skull before she crumples to the ground in a heap. She falls out of one of her heels in the process and is sprawled on the floor with one foot bare.

His assistant claps in glee, "That was great doc...looks to me like you fixed her good."

Jack bows, "I think so too." He knelt beside the now sleeping executive. He plucks off her remaining heel and tickles her light colored soles before turning his attention to her sleeping face. "Do you hear me Lana?" he asks. Lana moans and nods slowly. "When I snap my fingers you will wake and call me master. Your mind will be blank and you will follow my every order. Do you understand?"

"Yes..." Lana moans.

Jack snaps his fingers. Lana's eyes flutter open.

"Yes master?" she asks looking up at him. Her voice is monotone but still sultry and very British.

"Stand," Jack orders. Lana does as she is ordered. Out her heels she is not as tall but he figured she still stood at least 5'10 barefoot. "Follow me," he commands and head towards his office with the executive in tow. He turns to his assistant right as he entering the office. "How much time do I have before my next appointment?"

"Two hours."

"Prefect."