Third Aquisition Target: The Doctor

Lily Lavigne was an interesting case. To most, the 31 year old would probably seem to be the opposite of an ideal candidate. The beautiful blonde was a strong woman who had dedicated her life to her career. She had spent thirteen years working to become a doctor. Four years of undergrad, four years of med school, and five years in a residency program. Finally, after all that grueling work, she had obtained her medical license. With her dues thoroughly paid, it was time for her to become the doctor she had worked so hard to become.

However, you had a more practiced eye. It was often the women most in control that desired to be rid of it. According to your research, Lily was dreading the life that lay ahead of her. A life of more hard work and more control. To back this up, you had quite the source.

Lily's husband!

Well, soon to be ex-husband. The divorce was still being finalized. He had been a business associate of yours, and while you had never met Lily yourself, you had learned a great deal from him. After building a strong friendship, and watching his marriage go downhill, you had told him of your ambitions. It had taken some time, and some careful manipulation, but you had helped him realize that his wife would be the perfect addition to your harem.

You see, the main issue in their marriage was that Lily wanted someone to take control away from her. To dominate her, both sexually and socially. It was not something she said outright, mind you, but her husband had pieced it together from various scraps of evidence. The issue was, the man himself did not have the heart for it. He was too gentle, too sweet, and too insecure to really take the reigns, and he knew it. She needed someone strong, someone dominant, someone determined.

She needed you.

Through her husband, you had set up a dinner date with the doctor tomorrow night. While the man had given her enough hints to get Lily to even agree to a meeting, he had apparently not told her your true intentions. That was good. You liked to tell the women yourself.

You spent the night going over her file and finalizing your plan. Figuring out what kind of kinks she was into and how you would exploit them. Visualizing what you would wear and what you would say. All the way down to the cologne you would use. Corruption was an art, an art that demanded perfection.

Once you were satisfied, you made your way to your master bedroom. While you often called in Megan to keep you company, you decided to spend tonight alone with your thoughts. Getting under the covers, you soon drifted into a dreamless sleep.