Dr. Lucy Kavanaugh sat at her desk, pen dangling from her perfectly manicured fingernails whose color was a perfect match to her partially open pink satin blouse. It was that time of the year again, Evaluation Week. She alone had the power to determine which operatives would be allowed to remain on the field and those that would be relegated to menial desk jobs or worse. The only one to escape such scrutiny was her friend Alexandra Ryder - a.k.a. Agent 47-D - courtesy of her more than hypnotic charms. If anyone was fit to go out and about saving the civilized world one kink at a time, it was definitely her, which is why she was assisting in the proceedings.
“So, who’s next?” she asked, not even trying to disguise her monotone.
“Agent 35? I had no idea he was still with us.”
“What does that mean?”
Alexandra perused the indicated lines on each one, wondering why on earth he insisted on handwriting his reports unlike everyone else. It wasn’t exactly doctor’s level but almost. Despite the inconvenience, it was hard not to notice the repetitive patterns.
“Me too. He should be here any second now. Do you mind?”
Alexandra slipped into the adjacent room and waited. Richard Evans waltzed in shortly after, more annoyed than he had any intention of showing.
“Sure, Dr. but what’s this all about?” He asked, taking a seat.
“What? Why? I... I don’t understand.”
“That’s preposterous! I’m not the least bit suggestible as all my previous psychological tests have shown. It’s impossible I was ever hypnotized.”
“Not suggestible, you say?” Dr. Kavanaugh remarked. “Perhaps you weren’t in the past but I’m sure you are now, and I can prove it. Why are you trying to look under my blouse?”
“Yes, you are,” she interrupted him. “You’re thinking about my breasts; how soft and warm they must be and how you’d love for me to show them to you right now. That would, of course, be entirely unprofessional, but you can’t help yourself and that’s why you’re trying to look under my blouse.”
“... nothing more than to see what’s underneath. Just the mere suggestion, the possibility of you being able to see my breasts is making you so aroused right now that all your focus is being replaced by my control. You’re compromised. You’re compromised because you’re being controlled by my breasts without having seen them. What do you think will happen to your mind if I take off my blouse right now?”
“It doesn’t matter. What’s important is that you’ve just made my point. You may have been mentally strong once but now you’re easily distracted. You must have been conditioned at some point and now you’re a liability. We can’t have that, don’t you agree, Alexandra?”
“I do, Lucy. The evidence is clear as day.”
“Rick, my dear, if I had a penny for every time a man said that to me… Oh, you will be mind fucked, all right! I will also break you.”
“You will. Right now, you’re a security breach but we can work with that to discover who compromised you to begin with. However, you must be put in isolation and receive special training to withstand further intrusions to your thoughts. It will be painful, but worthwhile. And don’t worry, I won’t make you kneel and bark like a dog again.”
Alexandra grinned, the keeper of beautiful memories he would never be allowed to remember. Lucy did the same as well for Evaluation Week had just gotten a lot more interesting.