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Cynthia pressed her hands over her client's back as he lay on the
massage table, easing out the tension, using her thumbs to smooth out the
small muscles along the sides of the spine, then drawing back and out along
the teres major. She waited a bit, listening to the soothing recording of
surf playing softly through the speakers in the head of the massage table,
listening for her cue, continuing when she heard it.

"Good David, relax now, deep breath and let go."

She pressed on his mid back with both hands as he exhaled. A
special chime sounded as she pressed. The effect on him was profound; she
felt him let go and melt under her hands. She repeated "Relax... Relax..."
in time to the chime for a bit, then moving her hands up to his head and
neck, repeating slightly after the chime sounded, slower now, "Deeper and
deeper, more and more relaxed."

Cynthia smiled as she looked at the young lawyer deep in trance on
the table before her. The chime had stopped, its work done. She massaged
his shoulders for a bit; he was tight. She sighed; these kids push
themselves so hard. She was glad she could help them relax.

After about ten minutes she had him roll over to his back. His face
was smooth and relaxed, his mouth open slightly, breathing shallow and
slow. She'd looked at his chart; he was a lemon person. Even though it
wasn't needed to keep him entranced, it was part of the pattern, so she
took an eyedropper and put a small measured amount of lemon flavored liquid
beneath his tongue. His mouth worked slowly, and he smiled softly.

"Good, David, that will help that dry throat and ease the stress.
Relax more for me."

She pulled up her stool and sat at the head of the massage table,
gently working his neck for a few minutes, then moving to his head, giving
the drug time to work. When she started massaging his temples she was
rewarded with a long sigh. She looked down at the towel covering his crotch
and was pleased to see a growing bulge.

She picked up the small remote with one hand and with the other
started drawing small gentle circles on his forehead, a special touch made
even more special by ... another set of chimes sounded as she pushed the
button on the remote.

As the sound of that chime faded, she spoke softly "Now David, what
did you need to tell Cynthia?"

He'd called yesterday afternoon, complaining of a stress headache,
was there any way she could see him in the morning? His conscious mind
didn't know it, but that was his way of signaling he'd come across
something potentially useful. These morning slots were specifically
reserved for "stress headache" sessions.

He moved slightly, then spoke slowly, softly. "Wortfields is in big
trouble with their auditors. Someone's been cooking the books. The auditors
are threatening to withdraw and go to the SEC."

Cynthia smiled. She'd heard this already, a few days ago from an
attorney with the auditing firm, another sudden "stress headache." But,
David had done well and should be rewarded.

She pushed the remote again, sounding the chime. "Very good, David,
that was very good. Now you can forget to remember you told me, forget to
remember, so easy to forget, all you can remember is now your headache is
gone, and I'm very pleased with you, very pleased."

She watched him relax again and smile softly, still deep in a
trance. She peeled off her top and took off her bra. She replaced the
remote and flipped the towel off his midsection. He had a very nice
erection indeed. He'd get a reward, but not as good as the reward she'd
given the first person to supply her with this news. She put some oil on
one hand as she stood and leaned over the table, lowering a nipple to his
mouth, and moving her oiled hand to his cock.

She heard his sharp inhale as her nipple touched his lips and her
hand touched his cock. He started sucking slowly as she pumped him with her
hand. "Very good, David, you have made me very happy, and now I will make
you happy. This is how I reward little boys that make me happy."

His sucking intensified following the action of her hand. She moved
her other hand underneath her skirt and put it to good use, using her own
self-hypnotic conditioning to bring herself to the edge of an orgasm. As
his sucking and her own hand took her over the edge, she said "Come David,
come for me. Now." and felt him shudder on the table, feeling his warmth
pulse through his cock and on to his belly and her hand.

As she came down from her own release she let herself rest for a
moment, then said "Deep trance David, deep trance for me." and felt his
lips slow on her nipple, then stop. She raised herself up slowly, picking
up the remote again and pressing another button. A different recording
started, surf again through the speakers in the table, but this time with
her voice, reinforcing his hypnotic conditioning, She felt her shoulders
relax involuntarily as she heard her own voice saying "relax." She quickly
cleaned him up with a washcloth, replaced his towel, got dressed, and left
the room. The recording would go for fifteen minutes, then would wake him.
The only thing he'd consciously remember is coming in with a headache and
leaving feeling relaxed and refreshed after spending the time with her;
well, that and the bill for the session.

Cynthia walked across the hall to her office with a smile. It was
good to get confirmation on Wortfields' problems; actually the auditors
threatening to go to the SEC was new; perhaps she should have given him a
better reward. She'd spoken to her investment "advisor" and made her
decisions a few days ago; her investment plan stood to make a reasonable
amount of money when Wortfields' troubles came to light and their stock
went in the toilet. A reasonable amount of money, but not a huge amount;
that was the secret, don't be greedy.

She went to the private restroom off her office and washed up.
Helping these people was so rewarding. She laughed as she looked at herself
in the mirror; late 30's, pleasing but not stunning figure, sparkling blue
eyes and an easy smile beneath those short dark curls.

Back at her desk, she reviewed the paperwork for her next
appointment; an initial interview. Let's see, fourth year associate at a
prominent law firm, recommended by a senior partner who was also her
client; on the fast track for partnership, showing great tact, skill, and
talent in tricky securities and merger and acquisition matters. Yes, he'd
make a good addition, especially since the partner recommending him had
moved out of the fast paced work that provided her such profitable
information. She glanced at the partner's file; he still provided the
occasional useful nugget of information, and had sent her quite a charming
bracelet for Christmas last year. She closed her eyes and relaxed back in
the chair, time enough for a short break.

Her secretary showed him in promptly at ten. As he stepped into her
office she stood to greet him. She smiled; he looked as his paperwork would
suggest; bright, energetic, harried.

"Roger, I'm Cynthia. Please have a seat." They shook hands in a
perfunctory manner and sat down.

She looked over his file again, the questionnaires he'd filled out,
even though she'd reviewed it earlier. "I see you're in your fourth year at
the firm; Mr. Perkins recommend us to you?"

Roger gave her a warm but weary smile. He wanted this to work very
much; taking two hours out from the office in the morning was tough,
especially a Monday, but Perkins was helping.

"Yes, Mr. Perkins suggested it would be good for me. He's been
concerned I'm pushing myself too much."

"And are you?" Cynthia asked.

Roger laughed. "It depends on who you ask. Most of the partners and
our clients wouldn't think so."

Cynthia chuckled along. Then she looked him in the eye and said
softly, seriously "But how do you feel about it?"

Roger sighed and let his shoulders drop. "It's Monday and already I
feel beat." he told her. "I need help relaxing, coping with the stress. I'm
almost there..." He looked into her eyes; if she could do what Perkins and
the others said, it would be worth the time, and the money.

"Thank you Roger." Cynthia said softly. "I appreciate your honesty;
you understand the strict confidentiality of our relationship, of our
conversations. I need your honesty if I'm to help you deal with the
stresses in your life."

Roger smiled again; he'd been nervous, hearing from others that
they'd tried to become her clients with no success.

"And I appreciate the detail you've given me in filling out the
questionnaires; that helps as well, knowing more about your life, what you
enjoy doing."

She shuffled papers a little more. She smiled as a thought hit her
and she picked up Perkins' file. He was due in again next week. Why not
have him pick up part of the tab for Roger?

She put the file down and got out her blood pressure cuff. "Take
off your coat, please. You've not had any caffeine this morning as I
requested?"

Roger slipped off his coat and said "No caffeine, but it was very
difficult; a hard habit to break."

Cynthia laughed as she stepped around the desk and slid the cuff up
his arm over his shirt sleeve.

"I know, but caffeine is a two edged sword; one of the things you
need to learn is to pay attention to you body and take better care of
yourself. Now, close your eyes for me and relax, think of some very
relaxing place that's special to you, so peaceful and relaxing."

She slowed her voice as he closed his eyes; she saw the muscles
around his eyes relax a bit and his breathing slow a little; he'd be easy.
She pushed the button on the automatic blood pressure cuff and kept talking
to him softly, slowly over the humming of the instrument.

"That's good, let yourself go to that special place, so tranquil,
so peaceful, nothing to do except relax and be there, I want you to imagine
you're hearing the sounds of that place, smelling the special smells..."

She watched as he took a sharper breath. "Good, be there, smell it,
feel it, hear it, so relaxing." His head started to drift forward. This was
going to be fun. "Wonderful... Now take a deep breath and open your eyes,
keeping that relaxed feeling with you."

She slid the deflated cuff off his arm, and put a hand on his
shoulder as he opened his eyes.

Roger couldn't believe it; he'd almost been there, just by
listening to this woman's voice and remembering how wonderful it had been.
He opened his eyes and looked at her stooping still by his side, her hand
on his shoulder, a soft smile in her face.

"Thank you. That was magic." He told her.

She laughed easily as she went back behind her desk. "No, it was
you, and that's part of what we'll work on." She scratched down numbers on
his chart -- his blood pressure was a little high, but not bad.

She looked at him intently. "Close your eyes and tell me where you
were. Give me details, let yourself go there again. Now."

Roger closed his eyes. The world seemed to wobble a bit as she said
"Now" with emphasis. He took a deep breath and started. "It was the week
after the bar exam. I went to a friend's place on a lake on the Upper
Peninsula withŠ a friend. It was so peaceful, so quiet. Rocking in a
hammock, no pressure, the sounds of the breeze going through the trees, the
smell of the trees, her..." He opened his eyes quickly, the memory of her
scent popping him back to the real world.

Cynthia smiled and said softly. "That's all right. You could have
gone on. I could tell you were relaxing very well, enjoying it. This is
going to be easy for you, but hard at the same time; hard because you're
going to have to learn to let go and flow with those feelings, let go and
not be in control all the time. That's one of the secrets to relaxing."

Roger sighed. He did feel more relaxed than he had in weeks. He
looked at the clock on her desk and the impatient attorney indoctrinated
into billing his time in 15 minute increments returned to the fore. "Thank
you. I look forward to that. What's the next step?"

Cynthia smiled. She'd seen his glance at the clock; she'd have to
move it so clients couldn't see it.

"Well, I provide a sanctuary; a place and time for you to relax,
relax and let go. It's that simple. It's also more complex than that. After
years and years of pushing, driving, working so hard, it takes time to
teach you how to relax again. You've just shown me you can do it. I think
my program is right for you, and working together I can help you a great
deal."

Roger smiled and sighed, relaxing a bit into the chair; he was in.

Cynthia watched him sink back with a big sigh; she had him hook,
line, and sinker.

"My program combines massage with guided imagery to teach your body
and mind how to relax again, and relax together. Each session starts out
with a deep relaxing massage and ends with guided imagery. Many clients
find it so relaxing they often fall asleep during the process, and that's
one of the reasons we schedule things the way we do, to give you the time
to relax, to sleep if that's what you need. We train your body and your
mind, and after the first few sessions, as you become better and better
trained, you'll find that you can't help but to relax. Does that sound
good?"

Roger shivered a little as this incredible woman looked deep into
him, telling him that he couldn't help but to relax... How he wanted
that... "Yes..."

Cynthia kept her voice soft and slow; he was practically in a
trance already. "Good. This is a sanctuary; a place where you don't need to
be in control; you're safe here, this is the place you come to relax, to
let go. You're safe and cared for here. Close your eyes for me and feel it;
feel the caring, the comfort, the peace and quiet."

Roger leaned back in the chair and let his eyes close. He could
feel the peace, the tranquillity. He needed a place like this, a sanctuary.

Cynthia spoke for another minute, watching him unwind. She reached
for a button on her desk and pressed it.

Roger heard a soft and wonderful chime sound, then heard Cynthia's
voice saying softly "Relax." While the chime initially startled him, her
voice soothed him, and as the chime sounded again and again along with her
voice, he found it easier and easier to relax more and more.

She continued for a while with the chime; she needed to move him
now, get on with things. She sighed, she wished they were all so easy. She
smiled and scribbled a note to herself; was it the liberal arts majors, the
general attorneys, so easy and the patent attorneys so hard because of
their heavy analytical scientific training? The CPA types in the middle?
She'd have to look at her records and see; an interesting hypothesis.

"Now Roger, when I count to three, you will open your eyes and be
back with me, still relaxed. One, moving your arms and legs a little, Two,
moving more and starting to sit up, Three, deep breath and eyes open."

Roger forced himself to sit up and open his eyes. He felt great,
that had been fantastic. He looked across the desk at Cynthia and smiled.

"How did that feel?" she asked.

He shook his head. "I didn't want it to end. I wanted to keep going."

She stood up, he followed. "Good. We will take you there again in a
few minutes. The remaining paper work can wait."

She led him down the hall and had him visit the bathroom, then they
went into a small room, closing the door behind them. The room had a chair
and a small stand with a mirror. There was a door leading into another room.

"The first thing you do, always, is go to the bathroom. No caffeine
or alcohol for at least six hours before a session. In here you disrobe
completely. If you have a cell phone or pager, you must turn them off, or
better yet, don't bring them. Even though we probably won't hear them in
the next room, this is a sanctuary, and those things are not welcome here.
If we hear one going off during a session, that session ends immediately
and you will be told to leave and never return. Do you understand me?"

Roger nodded his head; he didn't carry a pager and had left his
cell phone in the office; Perkins had suggested he do that, and now he
understood why.

Cynthia smiled again after her moment of sternness. "Good. We have
few rules, but that's one of them. The other rule we have regards massage.
The goal of massage here is relaxation, not sexual release. We understand
that during a massage some people naturally become aroused; that's
perfectly acceptable. It is not acceptable to ask your masseuse to do
something about it. Clear?"

Roger smiled. "Yes, that's clear. But I thought I'd be working with
you?"

Cynthia smiled again; the attachment was forming already. She
touched his shoulder gently. "You will be. The first few sessions, in the
morning, are your training sessions. I do these myself, totally. Once I'm
satisfied you're adequately trained, we move you to an afternoon/evening
time. For those sessions, you start out with a massage from one of our
massage staff; they're all very talented, better than I am in some
respects. But you always finish up with me for the guided imagery."

Roger relaxed again. He was looking forward to her touch. And he'd
seen a couple younger gals in the office. Were those the massage staff?

Cynthia noted his eyes wandering. She opened the other door and
stepped into the next room. It held a massage table, a stool, and a wicker
arrangement with towels and massage supplies.

"Once you disrobe, come in here and push this button." She
indicated a button by the door. "This lets us know you're ready. Then lay
on the massage table, face down. Put the towel over your bottom, take a
deep breath, and relax. That's all you have to do for the next hour and a
half. Can you do that for me?"

Roger laughed a bit. It would be great. "Yes, I can do that. The
hard part will be scheduling time in the mornings the next few weeks."

Cynthia nodded her head. "I'll speak to Perkins about that. Your
blood pressure was quite high; you need this very much to stay healthy. I'm
sure he will help you with your schedule. Your firm needs healthy
attorneys, not burned out ones."

Roger certainly agreed with that. He started taking off his tie
when Cynthia said "Oh, I forgot one of the most important questions. Lemon
or Wild Cherry?"

Roger was confused, and from the way Cynthia laughed, he must have
looked it.

Cynthia laughed. "I'm sorry. One of the things I've learned from
massage and this work is that your mouth tends to dry out; you may have
noticed that back in my office. I've got special drops I use that help keep
that from happening and bothering you. You get your choice of lemon or wild
cherry."

Roger licked his lips and thought for a moment; Cynthia said "I'll
go get both so you can try them and decide. You can slip out of your shirt
and shoes, I'll knock."

She went out the door into the hall and Roger went into the little
room, sat on the stool and started undressing.

Cynthia chuckled as she went to her office, asking Diane to
schedule Roger's blood tests. She smiled as she thought about it; the same
ploy, the same result, every time. He was a natural, she'd hardly need to
drug him, but keeping the protocol constant helped. He'd probably only need
two training sessions, but she'd give him four; tell Perkins he was pushing
the boy too hard and running the risk of burning him out. If the blood
tests came back soon, she might even give him a "private" session over the
weekend; he looked very fit. She retrieved her two bottles and went back
through the massage room, knocking before she entered the dressing area.

Roger said "Enter." as he heard the knock. Cynthia stepped in to
see him in a T-shirt and underwear.

"Good. Let's try the lemon first, just a couple drops in the side
of your mouth." She held the dropper to his mouth and gave him about a
cubic centimeter. He moved it around in his mouth a little, swallowing.
then smiled. She prepared a CC of the wild cherry flavor. "Now with this
one, I'll place it on the other side. Try to let it sit there and not
swallow the whole thing; it works better that way."

Roger opened his mouth appreciatively. Whatever this woman wanted,
he'd be glad to do. He felt the cool liquid between his cheek and gums and
closed his mouth. It seemed to have a mild numbing effect. It was quite
good.

"During training we start you out with a drop when we start, and
then another one when you turn on to your back. When you've moved past
training, we always do one drop when you're on your back, and one at the
beginning if you think you need it; it's up to you, whatever makes you more
comfortable. This is a sanctuary; we spent a great deal of money on sound
proofing, keeping the temperature and humidity levels in the optimum
comfort range, all we can do to provide a tranquil, relaxing, safe place
where you can let go and relax."

She smiled as she saw his eyes unfocus as she spoke. Time to snap
him back a bit, then take him under slowly. "Well, which do you prefer?"

"I think I like the cherry, but I'm not sure." said Roger, shaking
his head to try and clear it. It felt warm in his mouth now, very
comfortable.

Cynthia nodded; most of them wanted it right away; the stuff wasn't
physically addictive, strictly speaking, but the overall effect was very
pleasing. "We'll have plenty of time to decide. Finish disrobing and signal
when you're ready."

As she left the room, Roger quickly finished getting undressed,
putting his suit on the hanger provided. He was surprised; he was a bit
wobbly going into the other room; must be the late hours he thought. He
pushed the button on the wall and it lit up with a soft blue glow. He lay
down on the massage table, pulled the towel over his rump, took a deep
breath, and let it out.

Cynthia barely had time to pee before the light came on letting her
know her victim was ready. She stepped into the room and slipped her shoes
off. She picked up the remote and clipped it to the back of her skirt,
pushing the button to start the surf track. She folded her hands in front
of her chest, closed her eyes for a moment, clearing her mind and going
into the light trance she used for training.

She stepped to Roger, running her hands lightly over his body,
feeling for the tight areas. He was in fairly good shape; he'd said he
worked out on a regular basis and it showed. She did love this part of the
work; it was so important to find a job you really loved.

Roger felt cool hands on his back, moving, pressing gently, moving
to his hips, his legs. Fingers pressed on a calf, tight from his bike ride
on the lakefront over the weekend. Her hands returned to his back, and he
heard her speak in her soft gentle voice, clearly, but he had to
concentrate.

"The first thing to learn is how to breathe again. When I ask you
to take a deep breath, breathe in slowly, expanding your belly, not your
chest. Hold it gently until I tell you to relax, and when I say relax, just
let go, let go of all the tension in your mind and body. Don't force it
out, just let it go and let my hands and my voice help."

When she told him, Roger took a deep, slow breath, expanding his
stomach as requested. As he got to the top of his inhalation, he heard the
chime and she said "Relax" and he let go to her hands and voice. After
doing this for a while she started taking him to the seashore, relaxing in
the sea breeze, listening to the surf. He felt her strong hands working
along his back; it felt so good. He was so relaxed, he felt everything
fading away.

Cynthia did her initial relaxation with his breathing, continuing
to condition him to the chime. She deepened his trance as she worked down
his back; he did need a massage; he was a mess. Periodically she reanchored
him with the chime. When she'd started out years ago she used so many
anchors and cues. She learned gradually that only a couple were needed,
that her clients formed their own anchors; they went into trance easily,
deeply, motivated by their hectic lives to escape into the peace and
tranquility of deep trance and relaxation quickly and easily.

She finished his legs; she didn't do the job needed on his calves;
that would have to wait. She brought him up into a light trance and moved
him on to his back. She deliberately left the lights up a bit. "Open your
mouth a little, Roger." she said, and put another cc of the wild cherry
liquid beneath his tongue. She then reached over and dimmed down the lights.

"There, that's better. How are you doing Roger?"

"MmmmŠ" was the only reply she got.

"Wake up, Roger, awake and so relaxed for me now, eyes open."

Roger opened his eyes slowly. Where was he? Oh, now he remembered.
He felt so relaxed, so comfortable. He heard the sound of surf, felt a pair
of hands at the sides of his head. He sighed contentedly. He let his eyes
start closing, so relaxed.

"Eyes open Roger, how do you feel?" Cynthia wanted him to struggle
to alertness, to make the next plunge all the deeper.

Roger sighed as he opened his eyes. I guess it's over for today.
What an experience. "Incredible. Is it over already?" He moved his head
slightly and lifted his eyes to try and see her.

Cynthia laughed softly, and in response to his question reached
down with one hand and hit a button on the remote, then started gently
massaging his temples again with both hands. When the chime sounded she
said "Relax and go deeper for meŠ"

Roger felt her fingers at his temples, massaging gently, then heard
the chime sound, and her voice. He let go and let the air escape from him,
let his eyes close, dropped back into that wonderful void.

Cynthia was very pleased with his response. She continued deepening
him to the chime, then reanchored this deeper state. She looked down at him
and was surprised, maybe a little shocked; his breathing was very shallow
and his eyes seemed to be rolled back. Had he reached one of the Esdaile
states? That deep? "Roger, can you hear me?" No response; he might be that
deep. She hadn't run into this good a subject in years.

"Roger, if you can hear me, please move one of your fingers. Move a
finger for me please Roger." She watched and saw the index finger on his
right hand move a little. She closed her eyes momentarily, remembering how
she'd handled the other two that went this deep; Joyce and Peter?

She opened her eyes and spent the next few minutes anchoring this
very deep trance state to a specific verbal cue, then took him up gradually
to the point where he could still respond verbally to questions; she
anchored this state to the chime. She thought a momentŠ This would make her
second training session easier, and harder at the same time. The
conditioning itself would be a snap, given his ability to achieve these
very deep trance states. But, she wouldn't be able to use the recording;
she'd have to do this one all herself. Well, it would be good practice, and
at the end she'd have another recording to use the next time she came
across an individual like this.

Now for the fun part, she thought as she slipped off her blouse and
bra. "Roger. Are you enjoying this?" she asked.

"Oh yes."

"Good, that makes Cynthia so happy. Do you want Cynthia to be happy?"

"Yes."

"And do you know what makes Cynthia very happy?"

"No."

"Cynthia is very happy when you do what she asks. Can you make me
very happy by doing what I ask?"

"Oh yes!" was his enthusiastic reply.

She spent a couple minutes explaining to him the kinds of things he
could do to make her happy, getting his agreement.

"And do you know how I reward boys that make me happy?"

"No."

Cynthia leaned over and eased a nipple into his mouth. He moaned
softly and started sucking. "Good. This is one of the ways I reward little
boys that make me happy. Oh, that feels so good, so good. EnjoyŠ EnjoyŠ"
She cooed as she held his head, hearing him moan and move slightly. She
enjoyed it herself; so satisfying on so many levels, she thought, such a
good motivator for both men and women.

She looked at the bulge forming under his dr*pe; she sighed, she
should have given David a better reward this morning; now she was going to
be horny the rest of the day. She knew where the condoms were, and he
answered the questionnaires properly; it was so tempting to take him now.
She could easily control him and have a wonderful ride; she had the time.

No, Cynthia, get off that train of thought, she told herself. It's
not worth the risk until the blood tests come back. She sighed again. Her
success had been built on establishing a protocol, refining the protocol,
and sticking to the protocol. She could wait until his next session.

She rolled his head as he sucked, reveling in the sensations. She
knew she needed a better release. As she thought of the clients scheduled
for the afternoon, none of them tickled her fancyŠ Ah, but Michelle was
working today. She'd see if Michelle could come in early and take care of
her; Michelle's talented hands and even more talented lips and tongue would
be delicious.

She opened her eyes and took a clearing breath. She almost started
her normal transition, then remembered what "deep trance" meant for him.
"Oh so good, that feels so good. Now relax and go a little deeper for me,
relax and go a little deeper, remember to be good for me and make me happy,
relax and go a little deeper for me."

His motion slowed and she was soon able to extricate herself. She
put on her bra and blouse, then picked up the remote and pushed a button.
Another recording started, soft surf again, which would be followed by her
voice and the chimes once again.

Cynthia left Roger to the recording; it would reinforce things, let
him rest for ten minutes, do another short reinforcement sequence, and then
wake him, telling him to come to her office when he was dressed. The whole
thing would take about half an hour.

She swung by the reception desk. Rhonda was there, smiling as usual.

"He looks cute. How is he doing?" Rhonda asked.

Cynthia chuckled. "He's doing okay for the first visit. We're going
to double team him on the second one to take care of some muscles. And that
reminds meŠ Could you call Michelle and ask if she can come in early? Tell
her Cynthia needs her special touch."

Rhonda smiled as she picked up the phone. "I'll call her right
away." She sighed as she placed the call; this was such a wonderful place
to work. Not only did it pay well, but they each got personal sessions
every two weeks. She tingled at the thought of hers coming up on Thursday.

Back in her office Cynthia picked up the Perkins file and gave his
office a call. His secretary picked up the line.

"Good morning Betty, this is Cynthia calling. Is the charming
Mister Perkins in his office?"

Cynthia heard Betty laugh. "Yes, I'll tell him you're on the line;
just a moment please."

Cynthia looked at the small video monitor on her desk. Roger looked
quite relaxed on his back. She turned up the volume momentarily to listen
to where he was in the sequence.

"Good morning, Cynthia. A pleasure as always to hear from you. To
what do I owe this honor?"

Cynthia chuckled, then pitched concern in her voice. "Christopher,
it's about that young attorney you sent over."

"Yes, he's one of our rising stars. Are you going to let him in?"

"I don't have any choice, Christopher; what are you doing to these
young people? You're pushing them far too hard; without my help he'd be
burned out in another year."

"HmmmŠ Part of that is his own motivation, Cynthia, he's a hard
worker."

"I understand that, Christopher. But Cynthia thinks you could find
a way to ease up on him for a little while, especially for his training
sessions. Possibly the firm could cover part or all of his care?"

Cynthia waited as her suggestion went through his mind. Anything
she framed by "Cynthia thinks" was a suggestion to her client's
subconscious; she'd given him leeway in fashioning a solution.

"HmmmŠ How many training sessions do you think he will need?"

"He's going to need three or four, and I'm going to need one of the
other girls to help me work on some of his muscles; you need to give these
young people the time to stay healthy and exercise, Christopher."

There was a knock on the door; Rhonda stepped in, handed her a
note, and left again silently.

"HmmmŠ I'll talk to William, but I'm sure the firm will pick up
your customary fee for his care; you have my word on it in fact. This week
is actually a little slower, he closed a major deal last week, so perhaps
you could take him another morning or two this week? I'll have to discuss
it with him of course, but I think that could be worked out. He's more than
made his billable hours for the month."

Cynthia smiled. "That would be very good of you and the firm,
Christopher. I will let you tell him of the financial arrangements. This
will make Cynthia very happy."

"Good, dear, I do want you to be happy." She smiled as another
magic phrase had its intended effect.

"Thank you, Christopher, thank you very much. I'll see you next
Thursday then?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world. Thank you for calling."

Cynthia scribbled some notes in both files after concluding the
call. She saw the note from Rhonda that Doctor Miller's office could do his
blood tests any time; the good Doctor was also a special client of hers.
Also, Michelle was on her way in. She smiled and turned up the sound on the
monitor and watched Roger's progress. He was moving into the final
relaxation and waking sequence; she flipped off her shoes, reclined her
chair, turned up the volume a bit more, and made herself comfortable. She
slipped a hand underneath her skirt. She needed to relax as well; she gave
herself to that melodious voice and that very special chime.

Roger opened his eyes and stretched. The sound of the surf was
still filling the room. He thought for a moment, trying to remember what
all had happened. He frowned, then laughed and started to sit up slowly. He
couldn't believe how relaxed he felt, how good. And it only gets better, he
thought.

He stretched a little as he got off the table, then went into the
small adjoining room. As he started getting dressed, he laughed again; his
shirt and suit had been pressed, his shoes shined. This was quite an
operation.

Cynthia said "Come in." to the knock on the door. She looked up to
see Roger enter, moving easily and with a very relaxed smile on his face.
She indicated the chair and he sat down.

"Well, how was it? Is this something you'd like to continue."

Roger laughed. "My God yes; that was incredible, even though I
don't remember much after we started. I feel so relaxed, so good."

Cynthia laughed as well. "You look wonderful. You looked quite
harried this morning, you look much better now."

Roger tugged the lapels of his coat. "Yes, I'm amazed at the
service -- shoes, shirt, suit."

Cynthia said "It's part of what we do. We want you to leave looking
and feeling your best."

Roger laughed again. Cynthia enjoyed his laughter; it was free and
open; the session had done him good.

Then he looked pensive again. "When should we schedule the next
session -- training session?"

Cynthia gave him a big smile as she picked up her calendar. "Well,
I happened to speak to a Mr. Perkins a while ago. You'll need to speak with
him of course to review your schedule, but he was of the opinion that you
might be free this Wednesday and Friday morning for the next two sessions.
I'll pencil them in and wait to hear from you."

Roger smiled and nodded; this was unexpected but quite welcome. He
could probably do it those mornings; he'd certainly enjoy it. "And the
financial arrangements?" he asked.

Cynthia said "I think you should speak with Mr. Perkins about that
as well."

Roger laughed again, softer this time. "Thank you. I feel as if
you've given me a new lease on life. Anything else for today then?"

Cynthia had the remote in her hand. she pressed a button and the
sound of a chime filled the room. She felt her shoulders relaxing at the
sound, and watched as Roger's eyes closed. By the time it sounded the third
time his head was back against the chair and his breathing slow and
shallow. Oh, if they all could be so easy, she thought. She remembered one
of the tax attorneys, how after the first session he remarked "What a nice
chime." when she'd tested his reaction. It had taken three sessions and a
combination of oral drugs, nitrous oxide, and deep tissue massage to get
him to an effective depth of trance. Oh how she wished they could all be as
easy as Roger.

"Roger, you are doing very well. I want you to keep this weekend
open for me. Now when I count to three, you will be wide awake, alert, and
refreshed. One, two, three."

Roger lifted his head and looked around. What had happened? Anything?

Cynthia acted as if nothing had happened, still holding the
calendar. "You've got an appointment with Doctor Miller for some tests
right after this; the receptionist will give you directions. It will make
Cynthia very happy if you can go right over. So, give me a call later today
to let me know if Wednesday and Friday mornings work for you?"

He shook his head; he still felt great. He very much wanted her to
be happy. "Yes, I'll go right over, and check with Perkins after lunch and
give you a call."

They were interrupted by a knock on Cynthia's door; she said "Yes?"

A tall woman with short blonde hair stuck her head in the door
cautiously.

"Michelle! Please come inŠ" Cynthia said, standing. She felt her
nipples stand up at the thought of those strong hands, those soft lips and
tongueŠ

Roger turned and stood up as well. Cynthia saw the look of surprise
on his face, and the smile. It was what usually happened to people meeting
Michelle for the first time.

"Roger, this is Michelle, one of our massage staff. Michelle, Roger
just completed his first training session."

Roger extended a hand. "A pleasure to meet you." he said.

Michelle smiled and shook his hand. "Welcome to our sanctuary; it's
a wonderful relaxing place."

Cynthia was very pleased to see Roger's shoulders relax a bit in
response to Michelle's voice.

"This is an incredible place." Roger said, looking into Michelle's
eyes.

Cynthia moved in and put a hand on Roger's shoulder, moving him
gently to the door.

"I'm so happy we are here to help." she said.

Roger laughed again. "So am I, so am I."

End of Story