Janine Tennison had finally made it. After a little over 20 years
making her way up through the ranks of the Davis and Rogers Corporation,
she had finally reached senior management--she was the new Senior Vice
President for Personnel. Although she downplayed it in public, she
privately took great pride that she was the first woman to make it this
far in company history.

Oh, there were times when she doubted she would make it this far.
Although the corporation's CEO, Julius Burns, was a straight-laced and
honorable man who forbid "hanky-panky" among his employees--even in the
days before sexual harassment became a firestorm in the workplace--she
had met a few less scrupulous supervisors on her way up the ladder.
Somehow, through cleverness, ingenuity, and shear determination, she
refused to succumb to the ravages of office sexual politics that had
claimed some of her peers.

As Janine settled in to her plush new office, her mind wandered back to
her early days at D&R. She was one of three female junior executives
hired right out of college. It was the mid-70's, and D&R was concerned
about projecting an image that women could attain jobs of importance.
But the three women soon found out old habits die hard, Women's Lib or
not.

To varying degrees, each of the three women endured harassment from male
colleagues. Janine's young idealism quickly became tempered, and was
eventually replaced by a tough, take-no-prisoners attitude. She made it
a point to always dress conservatively, and went out of her way not to
accentuate her natural beauty. Unfortunately, the other two women
weren't as willing to downplay their femininity, and didn't fare as
well. In large part because they were unable to fend off sexual
predators, they eventually left D&R under less than happy circumstances.

Over the years, Janine had convinced herself that she had been smarter
than the other two women, that they just couldn't handle the adversity
and--as Janine had done--find a way use it to their advantage. As she
leaned back in her expensive chair, Janine didn't realize that her
biggest challenge was to come. It would be in the persona of one Jeremy
"Jerry" Burns, Senior Vice-President in charge of Operations, and Julius
Burns' eldest son.

Her first morning at work on the 47th floor was interrupted by a knock
on her half-opened door. In the doorway stood Jerry Burns, dressed in a
thousand-dollar power suit. "Mind if I come in?" Before Janine could
answer he entered, closing the door behind him. He sat down on the
couch facing her, reclining slightly, watching her. Janine knew that
look well enough to know he was undressing her with his eyes. As he
stared, he wore an infuriatingly crooked smile that turned Janine's
stomach.

The crooked lips parted. "So, how do you like life on the 47th floor?
I was surprised that you got this job. I can't tell you how happy I am
to know we'll be working so closely together." Janine paused before
responding, thinking 'Better take this carefully.' After all, as much
as she despised this cretin, he was the son of her boss, and would
likely take his place in a few years. Janine put a pleasant, albeit
forced smile on her face. "Yeah, Jerry, I can't wait to get started.
In fact, I'd like to talk to you about the people assigned to the
McDermott account, if you've got a few minutes"

As Janine suspected, Jerry Burns was not in the mood for shop talk.
Still wearing his lecherous smile, he revealed the true purpose of his
visit. "We can talk about that later. First, let's talk about you and
me, sweet cheeks. Now that you're up here, your... performance
expectations will be a little different. I've got some friendly advice
for you. You'd better be 'friendly' to me if you plan to go further in
this company. I can make that happen, or I can keep that from
happening. I'm sure you realize 'Daddy' won't be here forever."

Janine's smile vanished. She sat perfectly still in her chair, knowing
she had to choose her next words carefully. "And how exactly do you
define 'friendly?'" Jerry's smile became even more disgusting. "C'mon
Janine, you're a smart babe, I'm sure you know what I mean. And by the
way, you know you'd be a real looker if you just worked at it."

Janine couldn't believe his audacity, CEO's son or not. She decided she
had to stop this here and now. Summoning her most stern voice, her
eyes met his met him head-on. "If you're insinuating that you expect me
to become your little slut, you've got another thing coming. Now get
out of here before I drag your ass into 'daddy's' office and tell him
about your little proposition."

Jerry's phony smile was quickly replaced by an ice-cold stare. His tone
turned openly hostile. "You talk real bold for a brand-new executive,
babe. But, I'm not worried... I know you'll come around to my way of
thinking real soon. If not, I'm sure your stay up here will be real
short." With that, he was out the door, muttering "dumb bitch" just
loud enough for the secretaries to hear.

The next few weeks were pure hell for Janine. Jerry Burns propositioned
her several more times, with no success. It was obvious to Janine that
her refusal was a novel experience to him, and his mood grew
progressively darker after each rejection. After it became obvious
Janine would not relent, he decided to use a different tact--one even
more despicable.

He began using every opportunity he could to make Janine look bad in
front of his father and the other executives. His goal was simple: if
he could maker her look incompetent, she might well be fired. There
were no boundaries to his treachery. He strategically spread rumors,
saying she had gotten promotions over the years by sleeping around, and
that she had threatened a sexual harassment suit if she wasn't
promoted. He also insinuated that her promotion was merely an effort to
show outsiders that D&R had a female executive, a boon in these
politically correct times. And every single day, he told her privately
that he would continue his campaign until she either consented to have
sex with him or quit.

Then, one day while waiting for the subway, Janine saw an advertisement
taped on the wall of the platform that would change her life--and Jerry
Burns'--forever:

"Dr. Elizabeth Frazier, Psychologist
Specializing In Issues Regarding Harassment
of Women In Corporate Management."

Janine had never been to a psychologist; in fact, she didn't believe in
them. She privately looked down on co-workers who felt they had to
spill their guts on a couch twice a week to get through life. But this
business with Jerry Burns was really starting to unnerve her, and she
desperately wanted to discuss it with someone she trusted. She was too
embarrassed to talk to anyone at work or her family. As she continued
to stare at the ad, she finally concluded 'why not?' As her train
pulled up, she quickly scratched the phone number on a scrap of paper
she had pulled from in her purse.

She dialed the number as soon as she sat down behind her desk. The
phone on the other end started ringing. Feeling suddenly foolish she
quickly hung up. "I can deal with this situation... I don't need some
quack to tell me how to deal with 'daddy's little boy.' But her bold
proclamation didn't quite erase the nagging self-doubt she felt.

Later that morning, 'daddy's little boy' chaired the weekly executive
staff meeting, as his father was on vacation. Sure enough, he managed
to get in a few digs on Janine, who was not fully prepared--in large
part due to her being distracted by the problems of the past few weeks.
Like a shark smelling blood, Jerry zeroed in for the kill. He completed
her humiliation by admonishing her in front of the whole staff, snidely
remarking, "You're in the big leagues now. I strongly suggest you get
your act together real soon, or else..."

Shaken, Janine returned to her office, nearly in tears. How could this
be happening? 20 plus years of hard work now hung tenuously because of
the unscrupulous acts of a single person. She'd always prided herself
on the ability to out-think her opponents; now seemed totally at the
mercy of this despicable man. Worse, she felt powerless to fight back.
She pulled the scrap of paper from her purse, her reluctance to call the
psychologist overcome by the events of the meeting.

A pleasant voice answered Janine's call. "Dr. Frazier's officer, this
is Francine speaking. May I help you?" Janine paused, suddenly unsure
again about proceeding. "Uh... hello, I... I saw an advertisement...
uh... about Dr. Frazier's practice. I wonder, can I... um... make an
appointment to talk to... her?"

Sensing Janine's obvious discomfort, the receptionist tried to sound
reassuring. "Why, certainly you can... Dr. Frazier is very good... I'm
sure the doctor can help you solve your problems. Would you be
interested a telephone or in-person consultation?" Janine hadn't though
quite that far ahead, and after a second of indecision, agreed to an
in-person session late that afternoon. "Fine, then we'll see you here
today at 5:30. I hope you have a good day. Good-bye." With that, the
voice was replaced by a dial tone.

As the afternoon progressed, Janine's attitude about seeing Dr. Frazier
meandered from feeling foolish about seeing a psychologist to being
hopeful the session could do some good. Finally, the hands on her watch
showed 5 p.m. For better or worse, the time had come to go see the
shrink.

Francine Reynolds was much like Janine had pictured her: small and
perky. At precisely 5:30, she escorted Janine into the office of Dr.
Elizabeth Frazier. As the doctor's office door swung upon, an
attractive brunette in a conservative gray business suit rose from
behind a large oak desk. Mid-40's, Janine guessed, noting the subtle
streaks of gray and the developing wrinkles. The doctor smiled warmly,
her hand outstretched to seek Janine's. "Ms. Tennison, I'm Liz
Frazier. Welcome to my torture chamber."

"Your torture chamber?" Janine replied uneasily as she accepted the
hand. Her host flashed a mischievous smile at her. "Oh, that's just a
professional joke dear, a little 'icebreaker.' Now, I'm sure you're a
little uncomfortable, but I assure you have no need to fear either me or
anything that will happen here today. Would you care to have a seat on
the couch and tell me why you have sought out my services?"

Still partly wondering why she decided to do this, Janine sat down at
the end of the large leather couch--as far away from the doctor as she
could get. Dr. Frazier decided to ignore her obvious discomfort and try
to ease her patient into an atmosphere of trust. They made small talk
for about 10 minutes, with the doctor gradually guiding Janine into
explaining the purpose for her visit.

"So, this other executive is out to ruin you because you refuse to be
his concubine." Shaking her head, Dr. Frazier got up from her chair and
moved to the other end of the couch opposite Janine. A somewhat pained
expression crossed the doctor's face. "I'm sorry to say your story is
not at all unusual... a number of other female executives have told me
about similar experiences they've had. Do you know what made it worse
to some of them? They figured that because they weren't sexually
harassed earlier in their careers, they wouldn't have to worry about
that anymore; after all, they had become executives. And, believe me,
they were very disillusioned to have found out they were just as
vulnerable to this as they were before they became executives, maybe
more so."

"Yes, that's exactly how I feel," Janine answered, nodding
emphatically. "After all, I've paid my dues. I've managed to keep scum
like Jerry Burns off my front porch for 20 years... why do I feel so
helpless now?" Dr. Frazier leaned a little closer. "Well, dear, he's
plainly not a fool. He's used his position as the CEO's son
masterfully. He's let you know that he has a certain amount of control
over your career, obviously more than you'd like him to have. But we're
avoiding the real subject here, which is how should you deal with this
man?"

"I guess that's why I'm here," Janine answered quietly, looking down
into her lap. "For the first time in my career, I just don't know how
to solve a problem... I just know it has to be solved. It has to be
solved now."

Dr. Frazier smiled, then rose from the couch and moved towards an old
oak cabinet in the corner. "I fully understand your dilemma. You don't
want this to become public. If you continue to resist this man, it
could cost you your job. But if you submit to him, you lose something
perhaps more precious--your self-respect." Reaching the cabinet, she
swung the doors open as she continued to speak. "Janine, I can see
you're a thoughtful person... responsible and intelligent too." As she
spoke, the doctor removed a small bottle of pale orangish fluid, and
filled two thin cordial glasses.

Replacing the bottle, the psychologist gracefully strode back to the
couch, setting one of the glasses down in front of Janine. "Now, I have
a possible solution that I wouldn't recommend to every one of my
patients, but I think you would definitely benefit from it." She
gestured towards the glass. "That's a peach liqueur... it's very good,
and I find it helps me to think. Why don't you try it?"

"Well, I really don't drink alcohol that often," Janine replied.
Smiling, Dr. Frazier placed a reassuring hand on her arm. "Please try
some, it will make you feel better. Then we can hopefully work out a
solution to your problem." Janine decided to humor her and took a small
sip. "Hmm... this is good," she said as she savored the delicate peach
taste. As Janine took another sip, Dr. Frazier returned to the other
end of the couch, and began studying her intently. As she set the glass
down, Janine began to feel more at ease. She didn't make anything of
the fact the doctor didn't sample her own drink.

"Now, we were talking about strategies to help you solve this problem...
by the way, feel free to recline if that makes you more comfortable."
Now feeling much more relaxed, Janine laid backwards, resting her head
and shoulders on the oversized arm of the couch. She was no longer
directly looking at Dr. Frazier, but she heard her soft voice clearly.
"That's better, isn't it? Now, will you answer a few questions for me?
Some of them are a little personal, but the information will help me to
help you find a solution for this situation. Is that okay?"

"Yes," Janine answered very quietly. "Very good," replied the doctor as
she glanced at her watch. "Before I ask my questions, I want you to
know it's all right if you close your eyes. Many of my patients find it
actually helps them to concentrate better." Without hesitation,
Janine's eyes slid smoothly shut.

"Now, you're feeling very relaxed, very comfortable, aren't you
Janine?" Janine's reply sounded distant in her own ears. "Yes... very
comfortable." She began to feel like the couch was enveloping her in a
sea of brown leather softness. She felt the cushions shift as Dr.
Frazier moved herself considerably closer. The doctor's pleasant voice
returned, perceptibly nearer. "Now Janine, I want you to answer may
questions as truthfully and succinctly as you can. Your answers are
essential to us solving your problem. Can you do this for me?"

"Yes," Janine replied softly. With her eyes shut, she couldn't see the
small smile of satisfaction that now lit the doctor's face. "Very good.
We're ready to begin now..."

Dr. Frazier proceeded to ask Janine a series of questions seemingly
pertaining to her job. In her entranced condition, Janine didn't
realize that they were phrased cleverly to draw out intimate details
about her personal life and sexual history. After about a dozen
questions, the doctor now knew Janine had never been married (mainly
because of interference from her career aspirations), was heterosexual
with latent lesbian tendencies, and had not had sex for over four
years. She also discovered that Janine spent most of her evenings
working on business matters either at her office or alone in her
mid-town apartment.

"Janine, I want to thank you for being so open with me. Now I will be
open with you." The doctor slid still closer to her helpless patient.
Her voice became little more than a whisper. "You see, I was harassed
just like you, at medical school... but I fought back with a special
weapon... hypnosis. I developed a drug that induces a powerful trance
state in those who ingest it. In over 10 years, I have yet to come
across any person who could resist the instructions I've given them
while they were under its influence. It's very simple to use, and it's
almost impossible to detect in most any drink... even peach liqueur."

Powerless to resist, Janine lay unmoving, her breathing shallow. She
was aware of nothing now except the doctor's soft, seductive voice,
which continued on. "You know Janine, I find you very attractive. If
you think about it, I'm sure deep down you find me attractive too. I
think part of your problem is that you are too dedicated to your work...
you need to pay attention to your personal needs as well. Only then
will you find the balance and true happiness you're really seeking in
your life." Again, Janine was distantly aware of movement; the doctor
apparently had gotten up off the couch.

Her eyes still closed, Janine couldn't see the doctor carefully move a
chair directly beside the arm of the couch upon which her head rested.
Nor could she see the doctor--now seated, her legs spread wide apart,
her pussy positioned directly opposite Janine's face--lift her own skirt
and slide her hand down her panties. "You see Janine, pleasure is a
very powerful tool... it can open up many exciting opportunities that we
didn't know exist." The doctor gasped slightly as she began to move the
hand in her panties in a circular motion. "Pleasure comes in many
forms... it can be a touch, a sight, a sound... even a smell." As she
continued to stimulate herself, the doctor's blossoming aroma began to
fill Janine's nostrils.

A soft moan escaped the doctor's throat, then she continued her
counsel. "For example, I'm sure you find this smell pleasing. It's a
very pleasing, isn't it? This scent will always make you feel happy and
content. You'll never tire of this scent; in fact, you will actively
seek it when you are troubled. Will you do this?" Janine nodded, her
head moving slowly up and down.

"Very good. And as you continue to deeply inhale this pleasing scent,
you realize that there are other ways to experience pleasure. As I've
told you, pleasure can be seen, felt, heard... it can also be tasted.
You've tasted many pleasurable things before; a sweet piece of candy, a
slice of warm buttered bread, a fine wine. And there are still other
tastes besides candies or foods or beverages that bring great pleasure
also..." Dr. Frazier fell silent for a moment as she thrust three of
her fingers into her cunt and rubbed them around. After a few seconds
she withdrew them, each dripping with the doctor's love juice.

"Would you like to experience a special taste, one that will always
bring you great pleasure? I would very much like to give that
pleasurable taste to you... and all you have to do to receive it is to
open your mouth. Simply open your mouth and the taste of pleasure will
be given to you." The doctor watched closely as Janine's lips remained
still for several seconds, then slowly but steadily began to spread
apart. "Good, Janine... you must open wide to accept the taste of
pleasure." After a few more seconds Janine's lips had separated by an
inch or so. Satisfied, Dr. Frazier poised her glistening fingers just
outside the open mouth.

"Good. You will soon feel something delicate enter your mouth. When it
has entered completely, you can discover the pleasurable taste by gently
sucking on it. If you suck gently, you can savor the taste longer. This
special taste will always bring you great pleasure." With that, she
slowly inserted her fingers inside Janine's mouth. As the fingers
settled between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, Janine closed her
mouth around them and began gently sucking.

Janine's opened mind processed the new sensation. The taste was
reminiscent of Janine's own, which she sampled on occasion. But this
was somehow different... it was much better. This taste made Janine
feel content and satisfied. As she continued to suck, she came to
believe it was the most pleasurable taste she had ever experienced.
Eager for more of the special taste, she began to lightly rub her tongue
over the fingers.

Satisfied she had achieved the desired result, the doctor slowly
withdrew her fingers from her patient's mouth. "Now Janine, I have
introduced you to a very special smell and taste--my smell and my
taste. These will always cause you to feel the pleasure you have been
missing in your life up to now. Only I can give you these pleasurable
things that you want so much. And I want you to have them. From now
on, I think you should spend some of your evenings at my house. I can
teach you many other pleasurable things there, things to help you get
away from the hustle and bustle of office politics. You like that idea,
don't you?" Smiling faintly, Janine nodded, her head moving slowly up
and down.

"Very good. Now since you've been such a good patient, I will give you
the solution to your problem. Listen carefully and I will tell you what
you need to do..."

The next morning, Jerry Burns strode into Janine's office, his usual
arrogant self. He was greeted by a sight he had come to think was not
possible: Janine Tennison--in a low-cut blouse--smiling back at him, a
look of sexual hunger on her face. "Come in and shut the door, Jer,"
she cooed in a red-hot voice. He flashed that crooked smile back at
her. "Now that's more like it, babe."

At her direction, he sat down on the couch next to her. Impatiently, he
thrust face towards hers. She stopped him with a surprisingly strong
hand. "In a minute, darling... but first, let's celebrate our first
rendezvous with a little drink." Reaching around the arm of the couch,
she pulled out a small glass, which was filled with an orange fluid.
Being the glutton he was, he downed it all in one gulp.

10 minutes later, Janine stood over her totally entranced tormentor, now
helplessly laying back on the couch in a prone position. Removing her
fingers from his mouth, she sat down next to him, and whispered softly
in his ear. "Listen carefully, Jerry. I'm the only one who can give
you this most special taste. And to keep getting this taste, you'll do
everything I tell you to do, won't you..."