Amy

Mr. B had also drunk the mind control serum. In the elevator, was a statuesque, beatiful woman, in a smart black skirt and matching blazer. Her black hair was pulled back in a tight bun, she had bright red lipstick and a bit too much rouge on her high cheek bones. She appeared to be about 40. She was holding a black leather soft briefcase and was talking on a cell phone:

"Yes, I'm up to see her now....No....Yes, we need three girls and a guy for the ad....OK....Don't worry....See ya."

Mr. B went to work. He used the MC **** to have her hear, believe, and obey him but not notice a voice. He then whispered in her ear that she had accidentally put on two skirts and would look like an idiot of she wore both.

The woman looked down and gasped. She quickly took of her skirt and tucked it into her case.

Mr B then had her tuck her white blouse into her black panty house and remove her blazer. She did both.

We got off the elevator at the floor where Amy's agency was.

In front of the elevator was a large glass table with a computer and phone on it. At the table sat a very pretty young receptionist wearing a black mini skirt, black boots, and a blood read short sleeve sweater that showed lots of cleavage. Behind the table was a purple wall with two oaken doors with the name of the agency above them.

The woman walked up to the reception desk. "I'm Mallory Swift from Edgar and Sons Advertising. I have an appointment."

The receptionist looked at the woman who was only wearing black hose beneath the waist. "Um, yes, Ms. Swift, you're on the schedule, but why are you not wearing a skirt?"

Mr. B whisprered to Ms. Swift.

"What do you mean?" asked Ms. Swift, "Of course I am wearing a skirt. This is not very amusing. Can you buzz me in?"