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... staring at the women on the glossy pages. She turned a page: the Oriental woman was lighting a cigarette. Julia went to the table and retrieved the ashtray, lighter and box. Opening the wooden box, she took out a cigarette. Dutifully, she lit up, sat back and leafed through the book, drawing the smoke deeply into her lungs. As well as drinking their coffees, the women in the book were now also smoking cigarettes, all the while sitting in their underwear. Julia breathed out a stream of blue smoke and continued to flick through the pages of the book, feeling a strange sense of sexual arousal and excitement. It all seemed so strange, yet Julia felt more horny than disturbed by it all. It was time. Anna changed the subliminals CD to another track, suggesting obedience rather than envy. By now, the subject had drunk what amounted to a good, solid dose of Key 509; she could see, by her state of undress, that it had taken effect. Now, it was time for the next phase. Anna got up from the chair. She picked up the phone, called Reception. Nobody answered. Anna shrugged and wandered out of the control room. All thought about her reason for being here had fled Julia. She was engrossed in the contents of the thick book in front of her, showing pictures of the women in their underwear, smoking, drinking coffee. She was on her fourth cup of coffee by now, and smoking the cigarettes which also had a funny taste, though being a non-smoker herself, Julia was not to know this. In fact, there ...

... was not much that could concern Julia at the moment: the drug in the coffee, the oddly flavoured tobacco in the cigarettes, were having their full effect by now, and Julia’s mind was a pleasantly obedient fuzz of cotton wool. She turned a page; one of the women was undoing her bra. On the following pages, the other women were also removing theirs. Diligently, Julia removed hers also, leaving her breasts to swing free. On the next page, it was their panties: a moment later, Julia was naked. By now, Julia was past knowing what she was doing, or why she was doing it. She just sat at the table, naked, just as the women in the book were doing. On the next page, the women were lighting up cigarettes again, so that’s what Julia did, a cloud of blue smoke swathed about her as she drew the smoke deeply into her lungs. The door clicked open. It was Anna, carrying a clipboard and pen. Julia looked up and stared at her with empty eyes. ‘Put out your cigarette,’ Anna said. Julia found herself extinguishing the cigarette in the half-drunk coffee in the cup. ‘Get up,’ Anna ordered. Obediently, Julia did so. ‘You’re about ready,’ Anna said to Julia. ‘Come here. Stand in front of me.’ Julia obeyed and stood in front of Anna, awaiting the next order. Anna nodded, ticked off a box on a form on the clipboard she was carrying. Anna gently stroked Julia’s cheek, then touched her breast. Julia didn’t flinch. ‘You are ready,’ Anna said. ‘Very well, Julia. Follow me.’ Calmly, Julia followed Anna out of ...