"My name is Ortiz. I'm going to be asking you some questions. What's your name, please?"

"Jolene."

He was going to write it down on his notepad, but he stopped when she didn't give a last name. He took a deep breath and put the pen down before he looked at her. She was lounging in the bare interrogation room, across the simple wooden chair, she leaned back with one elbow on the table and her legs stretched out in the other direction, showing off her pretty shoes and her long legs. She might as well have been holding a cigarette or a cocktail in her free hand, that's how casual she looked. Ortiz silently let his eyes roam her body and her long red hair as he opened up the top button of his shirt to bring down the contrast between them.

"Miss Jolene," He leaned towards her to give her a serious look. "Me and my associates would very much like to know what you are doing here."

She looked up at the ceiling as she recounted what happened. "I was lost. Mike was just closing up the back entrance and I asked him for help. He let me inside to show me the way."

Smiling mirthlessly, Ortiz replied: "See, normally I would be happy to take this innocent explanation and let you go on your way. I have no interest in keeping you here. But since Mike is unable to confirm your story, I'm forced to believe it's not as simple as that. They examined Mike and it seems like you hypnotised him to reduce him to a drooling goon who would do anything you wish."

Jolene gave Ortiz a smouldering look and held his gaze as she spoke in a smooth, soft voice. "That doesn't sound like a very believable story, now does it? Turning a man into a, what did you call him? A drooling goon. Just by talking to him? Is that even possible? And if you believe it is, why would you take the risk of talking to me? I might do the same to you."

He gave her another polite smile to mask the discomfort creeping over his skin like sweat. "I don't believe that's possible. But I do need to know what you're doing here and what happened to Mike."

"Of course you don't believe that's what happened to Mike. You're a very reasonable and intelligent man." 

She didn't break eye-contact and he tried to study her face to read her intentions but he kept feeling like her eyes were pulling him in deeper as she spoke in that soft voice.

"Of course it's a ridiculous notion that listening intently to my voice would affect a man like that. You can't even imagine what was going on in Mike's head. That would never happen to you, would it?"

Ortiz remembered Mike's face, his open mouth and his dull eyes, like the life had been drained out of him. Mike didn't speak or react to anyone, and when left to his own devices, he would expose his crotch and touch himself. As far as Ortiz knew, Mike had not yet snapped out of that fugue. As Ortiz glared at the the woman across the table from him, who denied that she had humiliated Mike like that, Ortiz could feel his jaw clench with anger. He slammed his hands on the table and got up to tower over her as she lounged in the chair.

"You think this is some kind of joke?" His voice became gruff and harsh, like the roar of a tiger. "I need you to fucking take this seriously, lady! The more you deny it, the more I think you degraded my friend like that on purpose!"

She flinched and shifted on the chair, instinctively making herself smaller. The tension in their eye-contact became unbearable and she lowered her eyes. He tilted her head as he examined the change in her body language, wondering what it meant. He moved to sit on the table as he stared her down.

He took a deep breath and lowered his voice, making it no less intimidating. "So let's start again. What are you doing here?"

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" She glanced up at him from the corner of her eye as she said it. "Asserting your dominance in the interrogation room where you answer to no one. Obtaining cooperation through coercion. It turns you on, doesn't it?"

He leaned towards her, bringing his face close enough to hers that she could feel his hot breath on her cheek. "Stop evading the question! What did you do to Mike?"

"He did that to himself…" She whispered as she closed her eyes, turning away.

Ortiz got off the table to stand over her, invading her personal space to grab her by the shoulder. "You wanna play games with me? Because I can fucking play that game, Jolene. You liked it when Mike got his cock out, huh? You want me to do that?" He yanked his pants open and thrust his thick, veiny cock in her face.

With her eyes still closed, she grinned, the corner of her mouth brushing against the shaft of his cock. "That's exactly what Mike did…"

Ortiz froze and glared at her. He didn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing she had fazed him. So he growled at her. "This is what Mike did? And what did you do?" Maybe he could still extract the truth from her.

Her head turned until both her lips touched his shaft and she looked up at him. "Is this supposed to intimidate me?" 

He could clearly feel her breath and the movement of her lips as she spoke softly.

"What are you expecting of me, darling? I could take it into my mouth and give you the most glorious, wet, hot blow job you've had in your life. And what would happen if I did? Would your knees go weak? Would you be unable to speak?" She moved her head so that her lips touched the tip and her fingers gently grasped the base of the shaft. "Is that what you want now?"

A strange feeling of deja-vu weighed on him as he backed away and closed his pants again. Something about this situation felt so familiar, the arousal caused by her touch and the way he had to fight against it. He clenched his jaw as he grabbed his notepad and wrote down 

*Did Mike come on to her?*

"So I'm going to ask you this one more time." His voice was like gravel and his hand clenched around the pen. "What did you do when Mike exposed his crotch to you?"

She leaned both her hands on the table as she made eye-contact again. "I sucked him off, slowly with long sloppy, sensual strokes. Write that down. I sucked his cock until his legs were shaking. I'm sure you can imagine what that felt like."

Ortiz stared into her eyes, stiff and still in an effort to hide what he was feeling. His cock twitched in his pants at the phantom touch her words evoked and it made his breath hitch.

"Every word I say makes you more aroused, makes it harder to think, harder to focus on the questions, the notes, it doesn't matter. What matters is this feeling. The throbbing in your cock. Too hard to think." 

He felt a tremble in his jaw as he opened his mouth to breathe. He narrowed his eyes but he felt trapped in her gaze. Her voice was dripping with sex, a siren's song he desperately wanted to escape. He sat down, hiding his erection from her view, and wrote on his notepad, where his eyes found shelter from her gaze.

*No honest answers*
*Maybe she seduced Mike*
*She is trying to seduce me*
*It's too hard to think*

"Very good." Her sweet voice purred as she read along. "It doesn't matter anymore what I say. It doesn't matter what questions you ask me. Just the sound of my voice keeps you here in this feeling. Too hard to think."

He dropped the pen and it clattered on the table. To stop himself from looking at her again, he clenched his eyes shut. He breathlessly rasped: "What did you do to Mike?"

Her voice continued but he couldn't grasp the words. His hips bucked on the hard, wooden chair. His heart pounded in his chest and perspiration inched down his face. He gasped and when he opened his eyes, the room swam out of focus. He was vaguely aware of her voice as he shuddered with arousal.

Too hard to think.