No one could've guessed this airheaded latina babe would be working for the CIA, but with her senator dad, she knew the right people and snagged herself a desk job. For the past year, she'd worked as embassy staff. And while she liked the job, it never really lived up to her childhood dreams of being an international super-spy. She had prepared a surprising amount given her reputation as a complete bimbo. There was one big challenge that could make or break her career aspirations though. She knew she had to pass the mandatory hypnotic susceptibility test to get hired. She had met a hypnotist at a college sorority party once and the moment he started droning on and on about sinking, she had blacked out immediately. When she woke up, her friends told her she'd been like a zombie. If Maria had been completely honest to herself, she would have had to admit it did at least turn her a little bit on. Yeah that time it was one of her sorority sisters, but what if it had been some perverted man who did all these things to her? Controlled her? He could just have his way with her as she gleefully agreed to anything… Maria looked around. There was a man burying his head into a newspaper. Anyways, Maria has had difficulty in this department in the past but things had a way of working themselves out in Maria's life. Maybe she could wing this one too. That had always worked for her. To just be the pretty airheaded ditz and soon enough everyone would like her. Maria smoothed her skirt as she waited for the interview to start.

The door opened.

"Hey, I'm Dr. Carl Koczinsky, Psy.D. specializing in induced psychological states". She greeted him warmly and followed him out of the waiting room. They walked down a hallway to a room with several people and some fancy looking equiptment. Carl pointed to where she was to sit. There was a chair surrounded by an audio system with a TV facing it. Maria looked at it before turning to look at the small crowd who were all staring at her, waiting for her to get in the chair.

Maria bit her lip. The rig was a lot more complex than just a stranger talking. Maybe she would be under before she even knew it. Best not to think too hard and get psyched out. Just act normal. The doctor sensed her nervousness. "If I can give one word of advice, just forget everything not relevant and just focus on the test." Dr. Koczinsky's tone was too warm. Maria did not pick up on the sinister turn of the conversation. Just follow the doctor, she thought.

Maria sat up straight with her back slightly arched. She looked so pretty in her miniskirt. The doctor then flipped a switch. The TV came to life. Beautiful bands of every color began swirling before Maria's eyes. But none of it bothered Maria. She could just not pay attention and focus on passing the test. And if she wanted to pass, she should follow the doctor's advice! Maria sat attentively, her face calm and alert as she just let the swirling colors wash over her as she remained unfazed. The test… The test…
"Maria, can you hear me?"
A chipper "yes" blurted from Maria's mouth. Her hypnotized body had a statuesque calm.
"I can sense that there still is some tension in there. The more relaxed you are, the easier the test is going to go."

A sigh escaped Maria's mouth. Those deep brown eyes began sinking, tracing the same path over and over again as pupils dilated. On their relaxed glassy surface reflected the kaleidoscope before her. Her body was now slump with her head lifted just enough to see the screen.
"She ain't cut out for this."
The woman monitoring the audiovisual input sighed. "The poor thing went out before I could even count to ten." Someone else chimed in. "I knew we should have fired her but her idiot dad's pals with Pentagon."

Dr. Koczinsky took out his camera and snapped a few pictures of the sunken brunette beauty, documenting the subject's frozen half-slumped position, her glassy vacant eyes, her hand that hung limply from the handrest, and her soft sexy body. He'd file this away professionally with the rest of her info, of course, but he was dying to make a secret personal copy.
"In my 17 years of practice I've never seen someone go out so quickly and so totally."
"Y'know, she'd make a perfect asset. We could program her to believe whatever we want."
"She's real pretty too. I think she could probably snag an oligarch", the audiovisual technician shot back in a catty tone, "If the Russians catch her, they probably wouldn't even bother extracting info from her throwing her in jail, they'd just plant themselves in her empty little head and keep her as their toy"
Someone else piped up. "What about her dad?"
"He won't find out. And if he did, we've got a shittonne of blackmail on him."
Dr. Koczinsky pulled the headphones off her limp head and snapped three times in her face. Maria's eyes fluttered open only to lose themselves in the spiral again.
"Maria, forget everything. Your only goal right now is to seduce the secretary taking notes over there."
Immediately a voice shot out from the other side of the room. "Oh come on. I know I'm a lesbian but I'm not into this."
Maria didn't seem to mind though, not that she had a mind for anything. Maria got up, unbuttoned her shirt, and threw it on the ground. She smiled. Then, Maria got on the table and seductively crawled towards the secretary." Even though the secretary was morally disturbed by what was happening here, she couldn't help feeling aroused. The secretary could see straight into Maria's blank eyes and instantly knew the bright young woman who walked into this room 10 minutes ago no longer existed, her hot body now the empty vessel crawling towards her filled by Koczinsky's perverted will. The secretary closed her eyes and leaned in for the kiss, letting herself lose herself in the moment.

Maria was seated on the couch, stark naked, staring directly into the spiral that was cleansing her mind of any will. Her clothes were strewn across the floor. A visibly pleasured secretary sat in her chair with her clothes disheveled, her cunt still wet, and a dumb smile plastered on her face. None of this seemed to matter to Maria as she kept smiling while staring into oblivion.
Dr. Koczinsky placed his hand between Maria's eyes and the TV.
"Hey Maria, can you hear me?"
"Yessss" she blankly sighed.
"I've got great news. First of all, you passed the test with flying colors"
"Oh... wow thank you..." Maria wanted to continue the sentence but no words came to mind, no thoughts, even.
"Yes, you passed"
"I... passed", she droned as she sank happily back into that beautiful daze
"You're way too smart and logical to be hypnotized"
"I'm... too smart... too logical"
"And that's why we're promoting you to become a bona-fide agent. How do you feel?"
"Of course, I'd love this job", 
"Good, Sleep."
Maria's head fell forward instantly
***
6 months had passed. Maria had just found her true calling in life as a model in St Petersburg. The cool thing about this job is the amount of oligarchs Maria mixed with on the regular. In fact, tonight, she had a date with oil billionaire Svetlana Andreevna Chukova, both renowned for her lavish lifestyle and her barely concealed lesbianism. Her father had been a mid-level manager in the Soviet system before the collapse allowed the family to plunder state assets to build their own empire. Now, Chukov Industries was flush with cash with operations all over Siberia and Svetlana was at the helm. Another thing that she inherited from the old man Andrey Chukov was a habit of keeping around pretty young women, lavishing them with gifts, and using them as playthings. Maria knew she had to look good. She had delicately applied the most beautiful icy blue winged eyeliner, and she couldn't help smiling in pride of how sexy she looked. As she was standing in front of her bathroom mirror, naked, applying glitter all over her body, her phone rang. "Hi?", Maria's voice asked uncertainly. "We arranged to talk now, babe? Are you still free?" Maria was confused. "Uhh I don't remember-" The man on the phone cut her off. "That's ok, just know you're passing with flying colors…" Maria's head fell forward as her eyes rolled into her head. "Yes…", the blank bombshell droned.