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(A Mind Control Sex Dialog)
"Hello, operator. Please don't hang up, be sure to answer all my
questions honestly, and don't act like anything strange is going on. Did
you get all that?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I got it."
"What's your name, operator?"
"Kathy. Kathy Vickers."
"Kathy, are you the most attractive woman in the room? Are you the one
the guys are always coming on to and most want to fuck?"
"No, but I'm not bad looking."
"I'm sure you're not. Please don't get defensive. Just tell me the
name of your more attractive colleague."
"Would you be able to patch me through to Lori?"
"Sure. Should I put you through?"
"In a minute. But first, let's have a little chat. Okay, Kathy?"
"For starters, what do you think of Lori?"
"I think she's a stuck-up bitch."
"You shouldn't judge people so harshly, Kathy. You might find by
tomorrow that she's a whole different person. Are you married, Kathy?"
"How often do you have sex with your husband?"
"About once every two weeks."
"Who wants sex more, you or him?"
"Why don't you sleep with him more often, Kathy?"
"Well, frankly, he's a bit of a slob."
"No one's perfect, Kathy. Why don't you give him an extra special fuck
for me tonight? Would you do that?"
"I guess so."
"Do your best. And one more thing. How about if I give you a little
game to play? Do you like games, Kathy?"
"Well, the game goes like this. When talking to your next five male
customers, pretend that you're a 900 number. Talk to them as sexy as you
can and try to make them come over the phone. Would you enjoy that?"
"It could get me in trouble.
"No, it won't. It'll be fun."
"Yeah, you're right. It'll be fun."
"Do you see the number I'm calling from on your screen?"
"Remember that number. If anyone complains, give me a call, and I'll
straighten everything out. Any other objections to playing the game?"
"Well, go to it then. You can connect me to Lori now. Tell her it's an
emergency. Oh, before I forget, let's keep this little conversation to
ourselves. Never let anyone else know about it. Okay, Kathy?"
"Goodbye then, dear."
"Hello. How may I help you?"
"Well Lori, you should not hang up, you should answer all my questions
honestly, and you shouldn't act like anything strange is going on. Do you
understand all that?"
"Uh, yeah, I understand. Who is this?"
"Never mind that, Lori. Just answer my questions. Now, what are your
"I'm 34, 26, 34. Did you want my shoe size also?"
"No, don't bother. I'm sure you have very pretty feet. How tall are
"Very nice. And how much do you weigh?"
"And how old are you, Lori?"
"A very good age. What are you wearing today, Lori?"
"I'm wearing a flannel shirt and jeans. They let us dress pretty
casually while answering the phones."
"Well, we can fix up your clothing later. Are you wearing a bra?"
"What's your cup size, Lori?"
"Excellent, excellent. Why don't you go ahead and give one of your
breasts a big friendly pinch for me?"
"You shouldn't have done it so hard. Are you athletic, Lori? Do you
have nice legs and a tight butt?"
"I thinks so. I do step aerobics four times a week, and I also work out
"Superb! Now listen to my voice, Lori. It's kind of arousing, isn't
it. It's starting to get you so very hot."
"In fact, Lori, you'd like to take your break now. You'd like to take
your break and go th bathroom and masturbate while thinking of my voice.
You'd like to masturbate while thinking of things we could do together.
Wouldn't you like that, Lori?"
"Yes. Very much."
"Oh, and one more thing."
"Please! I gotta go."
"Your bra and your panties. Maybe you better dump them on your way out
of the bathroom. They're very restrictive, and they also chafe. I don't
think you really like them anymore."
"You're right. They're starting to feel very uncomfortable."
"Wait. You see my number on the screen."
"Don't forget to call me back as soon as you're done."
"How are you doing this to me?"
"Oh, don't worry your pretty little head about it. Are you still
"Good. What time do you get off work?"
"Are you married, Lori?"
"No. I'm divorced."
"Do you have a boyfriend? Is anyone expecting you?"
"Yeah. I'm living with a guy now. We were going to have dinner."
"Did you ever cheat on your boyfriend, Lori?"
"No. I don't do that kind of thing."
"Well, I guess there's a first time for everything. Would your
boyfriend believe you if you called him and told him that you had to stay
late for work?"
"Yeah. I guess so."
"Don't worry. I'll get your supervisor to back you up. Is there a mall
near where you work?"
"Yeah, pretty close."
"Okay. Right after work I'd like you to stop at the mall and get some
new clothes. High heel shoes, pantyhose, a mini-skirt or hot pants, and
something very skimpy and revealing on top that shows off your breasts. Do
you know what I mean?"
"Yeah! You're a pervert."
"Now, now, Lori, don't be crude. I'll make sure you enjoy it too.
Remember the bathroom. Anyway, how long would it take you to get all this
"I don't know. Maybe two hours."
"Good enough. Here's my address... After you get the stuff at the
mall, could get us some Chinese food on the way over? Do you know of a
"Okay, use your best judgement. I like hot and spicy stuff, and I'm not
a big shrimp fan. And please, no MSG. Get anything you want for yourself.
Also bring us some soda, none of that diet shit. Do you think you could
get to my place by nine?"
"I'll be expecting you. Call if you're going to be late. On the way
over, stop somewhere and change into your pretty new ensemble. You should
put me through to your supervisor now, and then go right ahead and call
your boyfriend. Oh, by the way, let's keep this little conversation to
ourselves, shall we?"
"See you later, Lori"
End of Story