Neighborly Persuasions
(Version 2)

“HOLD ON, I’M COMING” chimed out over the muffled sounds of dance music, and despite never meeting the occupant of the apartment face to face, Kyle knew that voice.

He knew far too much about her, just from her yelling alone, and he knew even more about her taste in movies and music from the volume of her lifestyle. She would play her music at what was clearly an inappropriate volume and then she would get on the phone and shout over the noise.

It really made no sense to him at all how someone could be this loud, seemingly on accident.

That was the only way to explain it, she was a loud person, and over the last couple of weeks, coincidentally ever since he’d gotten his promotion at the office, her volume had gone from ‘noticeable but easily ignored’ to ‘invasive and all consuming’.

But, as it turned out, Kyle was the only one really bothered by it.

Most of his neighbors were younger, and never home when she would listen to music, or… well do anything at all really, because everything she did now seemed to have doubled in volume, and even if those other neighbors were home, they had their own means of blocking out this the noisy young woman.

“Hi, you must be the guy to fix the shower,” before Kyle could say anything to the young woman on the other side of the now opened door, she turned her back on him ”come on inside.”

“I’m, um, I’m not…” The woman in front of him looked to be about 20, maybe 22, had dark brown skin, long, straight, black hair, deep golden brown eyes, and even deeper cleavage that the plunging v of her white t-shirt made impossible to ignore.

He didn’t stumble over the sight of Tamara’s massive breasts, he just couldn’t get a word in edgewise as she looked over he shoulder at him and smiled, “You’re just in time, I was going to take a shower before bed this evening. Got to get up early you know, I have a big exam in the morning.”

“Look, I’m really not…” This time, even though he was struck by Tamara’s brilliant smile, he wasn’t allowed to finish because she’d turned away from him again and kept walking.

“It’s okay, you got here when you got here, “ her voice was so much softer, and there was a musicality to it that was lost behind the walls and the doors, and distorted by the yelling. “You come on in and I’ll show you where the bathroom is. So, where’re your tools?”

“I’m sorry, I’m not maintenance. My name’s Kyle, I’m down in Unit G, and I,” the dance music was still going, and Tamara’s hips were still moving to it, and that was making her tits bounce to it too. “I wanted to talk to you about about the noise.”

“Oh,” her radiant smile shrank into a loose frown and her golden brown eyes grew a little wider, “am I too loud? It’s my first place of my own, and I think I get a little carried away with the freedom sometimes. Come with me, we’ll talk.”

Her words were more up tempo than the music coming out of her room, but her body kept the beat, making it impossible for Kyle not admire the younger woman’s already irresistible chest.

“If you could just…” She turned her back on him and walked into her room, and he follower her through the doorway, following her like he was trying to follow his point.

“You want me to turn it down, and keep it done.” She picked up a small remote and the volume of the music became much lower, but still present. ‘This is better huh? I’d use headphones you know, but then I’d listen even louder and hurt my ears, right? And you know, my music, it helps me relax, it helps me unwind. I’m sorry it bothered you.”

There was a compelling sort of balancing act happening between her body, her voice, and the music. The way she spoke, the pace of her words almost made her body and the music seem like a shadow following along, or like an echo or a whisper that was bouncing along and following her voice.

“For me, the music levels everything out. Listen, you’ll feel it too. I get lost in it, it takes everything else away, you know?” The way she was standing in front of him with her perfect posture made her seem taller than she was, and it also made her tits jut out even more.

The music hummed along under her voice, and her body stayed moving to it with a subconscious ease, making her chest continue to jiggle as she talked and talked.

“And I’ve got so much to get away from, you know? Right? You went to university didn’t you? You’ve got classes, you’ve got friends, you’ve got work, you’ve got people you like, like people who like you too, and it’s like, what do you like more with your time?”

She ran a hand through her hair, “You know, because you work all day, then you come home and it’s like, well you’ve got your own place right? And it’s this quiet place just for you, and that’s it with my music. But I’m sorry I’ve been bothering you, just you know, when you want to find that quiet place too. You and me, we’ve got something in common don’t we?”

She stretchered her arms up over her head, then shifted her hips, and Kyle was only human so he couldn’t help but watch as Tamara’s torso moved, almost like a belly dancer’s would, making her breasts bounce up and down.

“We both just need a quiet place, you know, so quiet so relaxing where we can forget about everything. It’s all you want, peace and quiet, you like that, you know what that’s like don’t you? Leave it all behind, find your quiet place now; maybe my music can help you like it helps me. Doesn’t it sound nice now? No yelling, no noise, just the flow, you follow me, maybe we can get to the quiet place together since we’re looking for the same thing?”

At that moment the only thing Kyle was really finding was how impossible to was to look away from Tamara’s chest. She wasn’t talking about anything, she was just talking. And while it sounded to Kyle like Tamara thought she’d figured something profound out, he was too worn out from work to really follow along with her point.

But, she’d finally paused long enough to let him answer.

“I guess. I mean, I just came by to…”

“You came to find your quiet place, you know you need my help to find it right? You need me to turn it all down, to quiet everything down for you, Just relax, I understand, you can relax now, finding that moment, I’m quiet, the music’s quiet, I see you, you look like one of my friends from class when he’s got nothing on his mind. You’re not thinking about anything now, you’re just waiting now, quietly waiting in this place.”

It came around to him slowly as he stood there, watching as Tamara’s body continued its own little constant dance, and as he watched her, Kyle found himself zoning out with her as she spoke, unable to focus on anything other than her chest, and the way her breasts continued to bounce.

It wasn’t a struggle to stare at them, and she wasn’t doing anything to have him not stare, and honestly, if he was going to have to wait around to get a word in, maybe she was right, maybe there wasn’t anything wrong with zoning out a little. He could look at her as she talked, he could be polite, admiring without leering, then he could…

Her rapid-fire words, which were double the tempo of the music that was still going on, music that was still providing a backdrop to everything as she continued to sway in front of him, interrupted his train of thought.

“You know, sometimes guys, they kind of turn off a little bit with me, they just sort of go away a little, I don’t know what it is. I think I just talk too fast, talk too much, say too much, I think it’s too much for you too huh? We want that quiet place we want you in that quiet place and it’s too loud here sometimes right? You need to go out in the hall, out to your apartment and see if this is better, see if this is making you feel better now.”

Tamara had started waving her hands a little as she spoke, and the way they moved, it brought Kyle’s eyes right to her cleavage and the dance of her fingers through the air, moving with the music, kept him there, staring at her breasts.

Then, when she told him to go back to his place, those hands started to wave him along, and it felt strange, because he’d heard her tell him to leave and he hadn’t really felt like he’d made his point, but he was going anyway…

…and it felt like the right thing to do.

He found himself walking out into the hall of the complex with her right behind him. “Go, go find your quiet and I’ll just be here for you.”

Kyle walked down to his unit, walked inside and sat down on his couch for a moment. His head wasn’t spinning, he just felt confused, almost like he’d been talked into something without even having a conversation.

Slowly, he started to hear her music again. It was quiet enough to ignore, but its beat was stirring something in the back of his mind and he found himself walking back to her unit again.

The door was open, and though it would have felt rude any other time, she’d said she would be here for him. For some reason she’d said that, and for some reason he was walking back towards her bedroom door, lost in an almost sleepwalker like state of confusion.

“Um excuse you, Kyle.” Tamara’s laugh snapped him out of his pillow-y soft daze, as he found himself alone with her, only now she was stripped down to her bra.

“I told you I was going to take a shower, don’t you know how to knock?”

He started to stammer out those last words she’d said to him earlier, but she wasn’t paying attention and talked over him,

“I know you do, you knocked earlier.” Her music was still going, and her bra was white, but decorated with lace.

“I was… you said… we were…”

She had started to move with the music again, her torso and shoulders rolling in the same enticing , absent minded rhythm. Tamara’s hands moved to adjust the straps on her bra, then pushed her breasts together before readjusting the straps some more, “You walked out of here earlier, and didn’t let me finish my story, then you come walking back in here like this is your place, so you owe it to me to listen to me now okay.”

He wanted to say, ‘what story’ but the young woman’s words kept flying at the same rapid speed as before, even faster now maybe, but the faster she spoke, the smoother and more graceful her motions became and every time she shifted in her dance, every time she adjusted the straps of her bra, and fidgeted with the cups, it made it even harder for him to track what she was saying.

Everything was weaving together in perfect time and perfect harmony in front of his eyes, and he couldn’t have looked away or gathered his thoughts just then even if he’d wanted to.

“You need to listen carefully now, you need to pay attention now, let me tell you this story, my mom, she has this way of making people do whatever she wants, and she taught me, and I have this way with guys now, I was telling you earlier, guys who like me, they get a little lost sometimes, you know what I mean. Guys who like me, guys who think I’m cute, who maybe stare at me, they zone out a little…”

She turned her back to him and walked to her dresser, then unfastened her bra, “They get a little agreeable too when it happens, you know. You know, you do know, you felt it earlier, I didn’t want to be rude and call you out on it, but you like me a little, so you got a little spacey with me.”

She was looking back over her shoulder at him, one arm across her chest, the other placing her white bra on top of her dresser.

The sight of her like that, and the quiet of the moment as her voice and the music stopped at once, let Kyle collect himself.

“You seem nice, but Tamara I really think there was something I wanted to talk to you about…“ She turned to him, with both hands over her breasts, dancing again as the next song started up.

“Look Kyle, you’re sweet, you’re polite, you’re nice, you’re listening, Look Kyle, you’re back here talking to me, when you could have just stayed in your quiet place I gave you at home. You’re back here listening to me now, you came back to me, back for me, look Kyle, you look at how you don’t remember what you were going to say, and that’s fine, you just wanted an excuse to talk to me. I know that, look, relax, let me finish my story okay?”

She was smiling, and her hands looked small in front of those massive breasts. Whenever she said look, her hands moved a little with the music, and she was speaking even faster now, like it was almost deliberately supposed to overwhelm him, and as confused as he was, and as much as he wanted to stop the ride he was on and get back onto solid mental ground, all he could do was look at her as once the tempo of the music and her words came together again in perfect harmony with her dancing body.

“My mom knows how to make people do what she says, like I said I learned it from her,” Tamara turned her back to him again and held up her hands, filling Kyle’s imagination with thoughts of what those massive brown breasts would look like bouncing up and down naked, “and I was telling you that it’s like the more a guy likes me, the more zoned out he gets. It’s like the more he likes me, the less he sort of pays attention to paying attention, like he really does zone out.”

She turned back around, her arms through the straps of a very flimsy, mostly lacy pink bra, its large cups loose over her tremendous breasts. “What do you think?”

The music was going, pulling at him, moving him along in the brief silence she’d left for him, “I don’t know. I’m feeling kind of lost right now.”

Kyle wasn’t really aware of what he’d just said. He knew the words, but he was so caught up in her breast that he missed the context.

She laughed.

“I mean this bra, silly. Look at it. I already know you like me, I know you’re having a hard time thinking clearly, I just get used to it. But, do you like this bra,” she let it start to fall a little before turning around, taking it off, and replacing it with a bright purple one that was decidedly more plain but also seemed to lift her breasts more, “or this one?”

Her torso seemed to slither again in the same snakelike dance as before as the bra straps started to fall off her shoulders; he just stared for a second, unable to remember what the last one had looked like.

“Look,” she was whispering to him now, barely over the music. “Look closely baby, you like me, you like what you see, you like to listen, and you had something to tell me.”

“Look, ” Tamara let her bra starts slide down, and covered up as one arm, then the other came free, before the bra dropped to the floor, leaving her hands covering her breasts again. “Look Kyle, you like me, and you wanted to tell me something, maybe that you like me, but you need to think about it. Go back to your quiet place in your apartment, and when you remember you like me, when you remember that’s what you want to tell me, you come back to me.”

There was something nice about being in Tamara’s room, something even  nicer than looking at her breasts in various stages of undress, nicer than the infectious sway of her music, and the steady procession of her words moving through his head, covering up his own thoughts with her ideas and stories, and desires.

It was like the external layers of noise and distraction were filling in the holes in his psychological make up, creating a sort of balance to his thoughts that he could only find while looking into her cleavage.

It was just like the way her dancing, her voice, and her music seemed to fill everything else in with each other, creating a smooth, even world where everything was perfectly balanced, and even though he wasn’t thinking, it was a world that felt like it made sense, like it was too simple not to make sense.

“Look Kyle, go now, and when you come back, as a reward for doing what I want, I’ll show you which one I’ve picked. Look Kyle, you better go now before you forget to forget and then you won’t remember, and you won’t get to get what I want to give you”

He found himself outside in the building’s hallway after that stream of words wrapped round his mind. There was a faint impression of her golden brown eyes leading him to the door, a subtle shift in her gaze that went along with her crossing her arms over her chest, covering her massive breasts as best she could.

It was all enough to lead him out, to send him on his way home, and to have Kyle once again find himself sitting down on his own couch as his head seemed to orbit around a cloudy, confused though in the center of his mind.

Why was he doing all of this?

He had to think about something.

Those words sounded so familiar, had he just heard them?

What was he even doing now?

Kyle took stock of his situation as best he could, slowly working through the fog between his ears. He’d gotten home from work, then he’d gone over to finally talk to his neighbor about her loud music, and then he…

It was hard not to think of her golden brown eyes and the dark skin of her massive breasts. It was hard not to think of her body moving, dancing in his mind and in his memories. It was hard not to think of how she seemed to know exactly what effect she was having on him, how it was hard to think around her, and how she had told him she knew how to make people do what she wanted.

It was hard to argue with that, because he’d gone over there to put his foot down, yet the woman that was possibly half his age had twisted everything around, and now all he wanted to do was go right back over and tell her…

Those breasts, with their nipples covered by her hands, were burnt into his imagination and his memory now, and all he could hear in his own mind was her voice telling him how boys who liked her would become dazed and zone out, how boys that liked her would do what she wanted, and how he had something to tell her, something he needed to remember.

Kyle felt dazed, and when he looked at his watch he realized that he’d been sitting on his couch for almost half an hour. He’d zoned out, and he’d zoned out thinking about her because Tamara had told him to.

It struck him then, and it was so obvious he couldn’t believe he’d spent so much time trying to make sense of all of it.

He liked her.

That was it!

He liked her, something about Tamara, no that wasn’t it, EVERYTHING about Tamara called out to him, and he had to tell her immediately.

Once again he walked down to her unit, and this time he remembered to knock on her door.

But as his fist tapped against the wood, it shook something free inside his foggy mind. Did he actually like her, or did he like her because she’d told him to like her? He also had to ask himself in those moments waiting for her to open the door if it even mattered.

The answer to that was yes, yes it did matter.

She didn’t open the door instead he just hear her yell out to him from inside, “It’s open Kyle, come in.”

He stepped back inside, and back into her living room, and as he walked in, the first thing he noticed was that her music was off, it was quiet in here.

Tamara walked out of her bedroom in a short robe, it was a pale pink silk kimono that barely reached her mid thigh and was loosely tied around her waist, letting him see the tops of her breasts and her deep, inviting cleavage.

“Did you finally remember what you wanted to tell me? This is the third time you’ve come over, I hope you did.” Her fingers were playing with the knotted silk belt of her kimono as she spoke.

All he wanted to say was, “I like you Tamara, you seem wonderful and nice, I like you a lot” but when his mouth opened nothing came out.

“Did you forget again?” She tilted her head slightly and her golden brown eyes narrowed as she did, like she was just as confused as he was.

“No Tamara, I think I remember, but I remember you doing something to me. Saying something about me liking you, like you were trying to make me like you. And all I wanted you to do was turn your music down.”

She laughed and smiled, it was a short, musical laugh, and she very slowly, very deliberately moved her fingers from the belt at her waist to spread the sides of her robe just a little wider.

“I can’t make you like me, I can’t even make you like the idea of liking me, nothing works like that, even though I’d like it to, because then I could get you to like liking me, or like, just like thinking of the idea of liking enough to tell yourself you do, because then, just like that, you could like me and I’m so easy to like.”

As she spoke, her fingers started to play along her cleavage, and slowly more and more of her chest became exposed. “So if you feel like you do like me Kyle, I’d like it if you told me, because I told you I told you that I could make someone who likes me do things for me, just like I told you my mom taught me, just like I told you that guys who like me, just zone out and go blank sometimes when they talk to me, so if you like me Kyle, tell me now.”

There were flashes of her purple bra showing as she played with her breasts and spread her kimono wider, and once again in the back of Kyle’s mind the pieces of what she’d said to him, all those words she’d buried his mind under the sight if her cleavage were coming together.

She was showing him her bra as a reward, but she said she’d show it to him if he said he liked her, and since he was seeing it then it must mean that he did like her, and if he told her he liked her, then it was because he really did, since she said she couldn’t make him do it, not unless he did like her.

“I like you Tamara, you seem wonderful and nice, I like you a lot.” Saying it out loud made everything else make sense, and as he spoke, he watched her drop her robe off her shoulders, and down to the ground.

She was wearing the purple bra she had showed him, and it only made her huge beautiful breasts more compelling to stare at.

“Look Kyle, look,” her voice was soft, he couldn’t imagine anything being as soft and sweet sounding as her voice in that moment, “look, you like knowing you like me and here’s the secret way to make people do what you want when they like you. There is no secret, there is no trick. Look at me Kyle, look.”

His eyes were held by the bounce and sway of her breasts as she played with them in her bra. When she pressed them together and rolled them around it felt like his neck had become loose and his head was swaying with her motions. The softness of her voice, and the way his brain was trying to catch up to her words made it impossible for him to understand what he was hearing until after she’d moved on to saying something else.

“If I like you, and I like you, I do nice things for you just because I like you, and I like the way you look at me when you see what you like, like my breasts, so it’s like you’re getting what you want, and I’m getting what I want, and you like that, it’s like that’s the best thing in the world. You like me and I like you, you like my breasts, and I like that you like them so much you would do anything for me wouldn’t you?”

“Yes.” It didn’t just sound right to say, it felt right as well.

It felt like it was what her breasts wanted him to say, and it just made sense. He would do anything for someone he liked.

And not only that, it was nice to know there was no secret, that all she had been talking about was something he already knew, that you just did things for the people you liked, and the more you liked them the more you would do for them.

Of course, since he would do anything for her, that meant he must really like her a lot, and as all of this played out in the back of his mind, hidden from conscious thought by the fog her words left him in, as well as the sight of her breasts that she helped him lose himself in, Kyle had no idea how completely wrapped around her finger he had become.

“That’s so nice of you Kyle. Does that mean you’ll take care of me too? When you say yes I’ll give you another reward that I know you’ll really like.”

He wanted to say yes again, but he stopped himself.

He stopped partly because his manipulated mind would have to catch up to this idea too, slowly realizing that saying yes was the obvious and logical answer just like it had been before, and part of it was a feeling.

It was just a little feeling like she was asking him for more than he realized.

“Kyle, you like doing things for me, I like to reward you, you like me, you like my breasts and I like you, I like the way you stare, I like the way you see my breasts and you want to say yes, and I think you’ll like taking care of me, so say yes, you’ll really like it, it’s like there’s no other choice since you like the idea of doing anything for me.”

She wasn’t playing with her chest as she spoke, instead she just pulled her shoulders back, leaned forward a little and started to shift back and forth from her waits just a little bit, just enough to get his eyes to move along with her, just enough to get him to open his mouth and say one simple word.

“Yes.”

Her bra fell to the floor so quickly after he spoke that Kyle had no idea how she did it, but then again, he had no idea what was really happening to him.

Instead, he stared at her massive, naked breasts, his eyes glued to her pert nipples and her large areolas. She was flexing her chest just enough to give them a little bounce and, and then started to trace her fingernails along the outer edges of those areolas too, working inward then around her nipples and back, making little spirals as she did.

“I want to take care of you too, I want you to always be able to have this quiet place you can go to with me, where everything else can go away and you can be alone with me, free to do what you like so much, staring at my breasts, free to do what you really want to do, to just do anything I want you to and take care of me, free to just be sort of hypnotized by me. You like the idea of that, you like being hypnotized by me, and you would let me hypnotize you because you said you’d do anything for me.”

It was true, he did.

It was also true that he had been put in and out of trance by Tamara almost as soon as he’d walked through her door, and hearing her say ‘hypnotized’ filled in another empty space I his mind, it gave him another puzzle piece to understand what was happening.

For some people it might have pulled them out of the moment, and for someone less skilled, saying it might have ruined everything, but Tamara had used her breasts and unrelenting confusion to smother him so completely in her logic and her train of thought, that the simple word hypnotize sent him even deeper than he already was.

“Can I hypnotize you now Kyle, it will make it so much easier for you to take care of me.” She stopped tracing those little circles and started to squeeze those massive globes, which once again looked larger thanks to her small hands.

He agreed, because saying yes had finally become easy. All the pieces in his mind had been filled in by her, and everything had become simple.

Part of her use of hypnotic confusion was to get him to this point, where a simple answer took away everything else and made everything in his mind simple. She had been doing things to his mind without telling him, overwhelming him until she gave him a simple ‘out’, to be hypnotized into agreement.

“All you have to do is just like, look at my breasts, because it’s like they’ve already hypnotized you haven’t they? Because they’re just, like, naturally hypnotic and that’s why you like them so much isn’t it?”

Her choice of words, making this exercise sound like what she had already done to him even as she explained it to him like it was something new, was very deliberate. He might respond well to a more simple form of induction, but the continuity of her plan, making it all feel the same, was safer and more reliable.

“So just watch my breasts and feel yourself falling into a deep trance now Kyle. It’s so easy, you’re already so relaxed in the quiet place with me, it’s so easy to watch my big hypnotic tits and just sink deeper into the quiet now, quiet mind, and quiet thoughts for me now Kyle. Turn the sound inside your brain all the way down for me, you’ll like it, it will feel so good Kyle, and I like it when you do what I tell you, so watch my hypnotic breasts, and sink deeper into the quiet, so quiet you can’t even hear your own voice anymore.”

She repeated this sentiment a few more times, mixing the words around, and using the word like over and over again as she did before, to continue to wear him down, all while massaging her tits and pinching her nipples in front of his glassy eyes. It was to give the last of his resistance an excuse to surrender, it was the last way out his mind and his critical thinking faculties needed.

He surrendered completely.

“There’s a two bedroom apartment available on our floor, and you want to rent it for us now. You want to live in the smaller room and cook, and clean, and take care of my needs since you like me so much, and since you’re so deeply hypnotized it’s so much easier to agree now.”

He nodded. It was barely a nod, but it was all he was capable of.

“And you’re going to help me get an internship at your company so I can always be in the office to help you find the quiet place at work, to make you work better and be happier. Plus, you like me so much you want your bosses to meet me don’t you?”

Again, his head moved slightly, all the while his eyes were still transfixed by her breasts, and since she’d told him they were hypnotic, it made staring seem that much easier and that much more obvious and natural.

Part of his mind, or his memories knew that was what you did when you were hypnotized, you stared ahead at the thing that hypnotized you, and you agreed with the hypnotist.

He was doing both.

“We can talk about this more later, because you’re very tired now. You’re so tired that you want to go home and take a nap. And when you wake up, you’ll realize you had a wonderful time talking to me, and you’ll want to come back so you can tell me how you think we should move in together. You’ll want to come back to see me and my hypnotizing breasts so you can tell me how you want to take care of me because you like me so much you’d do anything for me wouldn’t you?”
            Kyle’s nod came with another gentle grown, but one of happiness and a sense of contentment. The implications of purpose in Tamara’s words were appealing to him as a man, and as a provider, and she was making it so simple for him.

“But you look like you need to go home and have some quiet time. You look like you need to be alone in the quiet place and let everything just sink in. Go home and take a nap, and when you come back we can talk more, and I’ll let you see these,” she cupper her tits, “again. And you like that don’t you? You like being hypnotized by my tits don’t you?”

He nodded, then did what he was told.

An hour later Kyle was knocking on his neighbor’s door, hoping she would hear it over her music.

It was loud, but it didn’t see to bother him anymore.

“Oh hi Kyle, did you forget something?” She was back in her plunging white t-shirt, only she wasn’t wearing a bra anymore, and as much as her nipples were sticking you, he was drawn to the dark circles of her large areolas.

There was a physical pull on his eyes to stare at her breasts, something about them had him completely transfixed, and he stared in silence, suddenly unable to respond or look away.

It seemed like her areolas were growing wider, the darkness of her skin that he could see through her flimsy shirt was pulling on him.

“Come in side and tell me why you’re here Kyle.”

He stepped through her door, and back into the spiral of control she had pulled him into all over again.

The Organization had wanted to get someone inside his company for a while, and while Tamara’s mother had started her training at a young age, now that she was in university she was still developing her skills as an agent and not quite ready  to take her place in the Organization.

But then, when doing research and learning the intelligence gathering tools of the trade, she stumbled across her neighbor and his new promotion.

The Organization usually planned these rendezvous, even marking people from afar and installing their agents into their target’s lives, but this time one of those targets just wandered into their web, or more accurately, opened the door for the real infiltration.

They gave her permission to act, to move and take advantage of the situation, and most importantly, to have him open the door for her to enter his professional life. From there, she would be able to invite more senior agents into his company, and those women would have the experience to do what she wasn’t quite ready for.