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Author: Tullius &lt;tullius@cantshootfs.cjb.net&gt;
Title: Entrapment
Summary: Mandy goes undercover in an attempt to learn more about the 
elusive Hendrik, a man who adjusts women's attitudes professionally.
Keywords: MF Mdom mc nc


                                   Entrapment

   Tullius
   &lt;tullius@cantshootfs.cjb.net&gt;

   Copyright
   Copyright in this work lies with the author, who can be contacted at
   the email address above. This story is licensed under a [2]Creative
   Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.
     __________________________________________________________________

Chapter One

   Hendrik's expression was as unreadable as any good contractor's should
   be, but he wished it didn't have to be. If he had the choice, he'd tell
   the noisy blowhard in front of him to either keep it down or piss off.
   Either way, there wasn't a hope in hell he would take the guy's
   business, partly because Hendrik just didn't like him, but mostly
   because it just didn't meet his standards. He took another look at the
   photo on the table in front of him. The hopeful had insisted on
   slapping it down right there at the restaurant table in public, despite
   the fact it wasn't anything to be proud of: even in their wedding
   finery, even at the hands of an evidently talented photographer, they
   still looked like a couple of sweaty suburban hogs. He, evidently, was
   some middle manager, getting nowhere fast, but still making enough
   money to satisfy his taste for hookers, the younger the better. Looking
   at his wife, Hendrik could understand, but he still felt sorry for the
   whores. Finally, the whiny porker was done speaking.

   "Thank you, Mr. Smith, I believe I understand your predicament, but I'm
   afraid I cannot help you."

   People were always surprised the first time they heard Hendrik speak.
   His name didn't suggest it, but he was English, and an Old Harrovian
   with the accent to show it. Nor did he live up to the expectations that
   people invariably had of people in his line of work. His voice was too
   high in pitch to be menacing, and the overall impression he gave off
   was mild- mannered, milquetoast even. After all, if you went around
   looking like a stereotype all the time, he reasoned, how could you
   maintain an incognito? The whining had continued, and grown even more
   migraine- inducing.

   "Mr. Smith, whoever referred you to me no doubt told you of my, ahem,
   professional standards. Fortune has smiled on me in my career, and I
   now only take on those assignments that I foresee enjoying. I'm sure
   you would agree that your wife does not have much in the way of...
   allurements to make readjusting her attitude worthwile."

   Evidently the man was accustomed to people doing as he told them,
   because he wouldn't take a hint. What he could do, it transpired, was
   make a scene. Hendrik held his nose and whispered in the man's ear:-

   "Mr. Smith, if you persist in trying to solicit my services quite so
   publicly and obnoxiously, all you are going to do is draw attention to
   us and irritate me. If I become sufficently irritated, I may decide to
   take your wife's side in this dispute, at a significant discount. Do I
   make myself clear? If you don't want to be taken to the cleaners, all I
   can say is 'find a good lawyer.' Good day."

   Hendrik got up and left the hotel's bar before the fat man could make
   any complaint. Mr. Smith shucked his tie and nodded to a young woman
   sitting by the bar. She acknowledged his nod and left the bar.

   *

   Mandy was intrigued. The rumours had evidently been true: there was
   only one way to buy the man she and most people who had ever heard of
   him knew only as "Hendrik", and that was with the promise of a
   good-looking, female victim. Offers of an exorbitant sum had been shot
   down without batting an eye, so it was time to go with plan B. She
   caught up with Hendrik at the concierge's desk.

   "Um, excuse me, mister?"

   Hendrik turned, eyebrows that normally sat mildly over unremarkable
   brown eyes raised.

   "Yes?"

   "I think you left this in the bar." Mandy held out a wallet.

   "You're mistaken, Miss. That isn't mine."

   "Oh, sorry." Just as Hendrik was turning away again, she said "I've
   heard of you. You're Hendrik, aren't you? You make people's problems go
   away?"

   Hendrik didn't turn fully back to face her. "And you're selling what?"

   "Umm..." Mandy did her best to look embarrassed.

   Hendrik's eyebrows rose once more, but the look in the eyes below them
   was different, this time, more predatory. They took in Mandy's body:
   lithe, toned and with enough curve to be pleasant without going over
   the top. Eventually, his gaze reached her face, which was scrubbed and
   only lightly made up, the better to add to her corn-fed Midwestern sex
   appeal. It was well faked, he surmised, but fake nonetheless. If she
   really was an escort she would do well to consider a career on the
   stage, given that her embarrassed submission to his scrutiny was quite
   flawless.

   "Oh, so it's like that, is it? Perhaps you'd like to speak to me in
   private, Miss..."

   "Mandy." She held out a hand. That was her first mistake. The limited
   contact of the handshake was enough for Hendrik to divine that she was
   a cop.

   "Shall we adjourn to my room?" He asked. She just nodded and followed
   him. Once they were there she sat down on his bed, her legs crossed at
   the knee. He pulled a chair over and sat down facing her.

   "Well, my dear, why exactly have you sought me out?"

   "It's my, uh... boss. Every night he tells me how much money I have to
   make, and if I don't, he says he's going to make me take it up my... you
   know."

   Hendrik nodded.

   "I'm just trying to make enough money to take acting classes, and I
   don't want to do anything... back there, so I always make the money he
   tells me to, and he just keeps telling me I need to make more. I know
   you only work on pretty girls, but if you just get him off my back, I
   guess I could pay you in, uh, services rendered."

   The story was terrible, Hendrik thought, though he was having no
   trouble looking interested. There was no doubt that Mandy met his
   exacting standards. She'd done a beautiful job of promising to pay him
   off with her body while playing the nervous neophyte hooker, and had
   messed up the seductive walk over to him just perfectly. He reached out
   a hand and placed his palm on her neck.

   His touch felt hot, made Mandy's head ache with the intrusion of his
   awareness onto hers. He knew that the man who had spoken to him in the
   bar was in fact a detective and her boss, he knew that he'd followed
   them upstairs and taken up position in the adjoining room, and he knew
   that she was wearing a wire.

   "Well, Mandy, I may be able to help you, but unfortunately I have a
   prior engagement this evening." She swooned against him, unable to
   stand because that was how he wanted her. 'Call here again tomorrow,
   and I'll do my best to accommodate you. OK?'

   "Uh, OK." Inside, Mandy was panicking, but her voice came out perfectly
   normal for the benefit of their audience. She felt Hendrik's presence
   inside her head, felt him order her to leave, report in and return to
   him as soon as she could do so without arousing suspicion. Even as he
   released her, she knew she would be unable to do anything else.

   "Excellent." He said, brightly. "In that case I'll see you then."

   *

   Later that evening, as Mandy knocked on Hendrik's door, she wasn't
   scared. Part of her wanted to be, but an imperative against it had been
   left in her mind.

   Hendrik answered the door.

   "Good evening, my dear. I'm glad you could return so soon. Please come
   in."

   He stood to one side and she walked past him, outwardly confident. As
   she did so he touched her again, and she blacked out.

   When she came to she was on his bed, naked. Her arms and legs were
   spread out, reaching for the corners. She thought at first that she was
   tied down but in fact, she discovered, she simply couldn't move. Nor,
   she discovered, could she speak. Hendrik was sitting in the same chair
   as earlier, facing the bed.

   "I hope your excuse for leaving convinced your boss. So should you, in
   fact, since you will be quite unable to move until I touch you again.
   It was very clever of the good detective to pinpoint my fatal weakness
   and send such a lovely young woman after me. A pity he didn't know what
   he was letting you in for."

   He chuckled, softly, and Mandy shivered. The key of his voice had
   dropped a couple of tones and, though his physique hadn't changed, his
   demeanour was now far more menacing.

   "As no-one is better placed right now than you to know, I have a
   certain, talent, shall we say, for influencing the minds of the people
   I touch. I truly am gratified that you have taken such an interest in
   me, even if it is only professional, and I think I should show you
   everything you want to know. You won't be able to report it to your
   superiors, of course, but you will remember every detail.

   "You will no doubt understand, by now, that dissuading the trophy
   wives of men who can't afford to indulge them from moving on to
   pastures new, or inducing professional women to become the secret sex
   slaves of the men over whom they have been promoted is easier for me
   than anyone could suspect. By keeping my methods secret and being
   successful at everything I undertake I have been able to make myself
   independently wealthy. What I told your superior was quite true: I now
   only take on those cases that I believe I will enjoy. You will
   appreciate that in order to keep my methods secret I have to spend
   rather more time with a subject than I need in order to accomplish my
   goal. I now only work when I can spend the extra time `getting my rocks
   off', as you Yanks so quaintly put it.

   "In one of those little ironies that fate likes to visit on us,
   however, I have found that the most pleasurable form of entertainment,
   for me, is old- fashioned one-on-one coitus with a willing partner.
   That, therefore, is what you are about to become."

   He placed a hand on her forehead and both of them closed her eyes, he
   in concentration, she in disorientation. When they reopened he was
   gratified to see lust smouldering in her eyes as she cast her gaze over
   his the quite alarmingly pallid skin of his naked body. She still
   couldn't move. He brought his lips down to hers and she accepted them
   greedily, capturing his tongue between her lips before battling it with
   her own. As they kissed, his control lashed out into her mind again,
   and her position shifted; she raised up her knees, wrapping her thighs
   around him and crossing her ankles behind his back. Without further
   preamble he pushed the head of his dick inside her. He'd made her so
   that he made her wet; wet and eager. She pushed forward, impaling
   herself on him, and looked fire into his eyes, silently imploring his
   attentions. As he began to thrust she moaned with the feeling of
   getting exactly what she wanted, in ecstasy at the mere knowledge that
   he was inside her. She bucked against him, maximising the weight of
   every thrust. When the sensation of being inside her wasn't forcing his
   eyes closed, Hendrik was mesmerised by the bouncing of her firm boobs,
   the sinuous way her toned body writhed beneath him. He worked aboard
   her with the vim of a sailor at the battle of Trafalgar, and with the
   surge of pleasure of a batsman striking the ball for six and winning
   the Ashes.

   Soon he could hold back no longer, and shot his load inside her. While
   their bodies were still in such intimate contact he had no trouble
   slipping into her mind and putting her to sleep, whereupon he relaxed
   into her arms and did the same.

   He knew she wouldn't wake until he wanted her to.
     __________________________________________________________________

Chapter Two

   That sadistic bastard, thought Mandy, as she realised that, though
   she'd stood in front of the door of this hotel room before, she hadn't
   been allowed to be afraid the last time.

   Hendrik opened the door, smiling cordially.

   "Welcome, my dear. Come in and make yourself comfortable."

   Once again, he stepped aside, forcing her to walk past him to get into
   the room, and once again, he placed a hand on her shoulder as she
   walked by.

   She couldn't move. She could only stand helplessly as he removed her
   top, couldn't cry out, curl her lip in anger or scream for help when he
   noted the wire clipped to her bra and wagged a finger at her in
   reproof. He took the bug over to the dresser, where there were tools
   laid out, and set about determining the frequency on which it was
   transmitting. As he fiddled with the equipment, he started talking to
   her.

   "I hope you don't mind if we get straight to business? I've done a
   little amateur detective work, and it seems that your employer is a
   difficult man for someone like me to influence. As you say, the job
   itself doesn't hold much in the way of interest for me, and since I
   would be put to such great inconvenience, we are going to have to come
   to some sort of arrangement vis a vis my fee, if you take my meaning."

   He had finished fiddling. He leaned over and pressed a button. It began
   broadcasting the rest of the conversation, as recorded by Hendrik and
   Mandy before he'd sent her off to work that morning.

   He touched her again. Had she been able to move, she would have
   shuddered. She was dreading the re-assertion of his control, but this
   time he was just copping a feel. He cupped her breasts appreciatively
   both before and after removing her bra, rolled her nipples between
   forefinger and thumb and then, as he pulled his hands away and came
   around to face her, he caused her to rise like a puppet, his control as
   inevitable as if it had been string. He pulled down her panties, ran
   the tips of two fingers through her pubic hair and sat her back down,
   naked, on the edge of the bed.

   His touch as he ran a hand along her jawline was caressing, and in it
   were encoded a last batch of commands. She slipped the middle finger of
   her right hand between her lips and began to suck on it, while with her
   left she began to touch herself. She was compelled to use every
   technique she knew to get herself off without reluctance or stint.

   Hendrik took the tableau in with an appreciatively wolfish smile.

   "Wonderful, my dear. Now do please excuse me, I have some business to
   attend to."

   With that, he left the room, inducing a quick thrill of panic in Mandy
   as the door opened. Her body was out of her control, but her mind had
   been left intact, and she dreaded the thought that someone might walk
   by and see her lewd display. She began vigorous attentions to her clit,
   and just as the door closed, she began to moan.

   *

   "Mr. Smith! What a surprise." There was a flawless mask of geniality
   over Hendrik's face and voice.

   Detective Sorenson, who was sitting in the unmarked squad car across
   the road from the hotel, listening, or so he thought, to Hendrik and
   Mandy protracting conversation for as long as possible without actually
   saying anything incriminating, took an understandably long time to
   react.

   "Not keeping tabs on me, I hope?" There was no menace in Hendrik's
   voice, just the amusement he saw no reason to restrain.

   "No, no, I..."

   Hendrik put the man out of his misery by grasping his upper arm through
   the car window.

   *

   Shepherding the good detective, who looked as though he was drunk,
   through the hotel and up to his room proved easier than Hendrik had
   anticipated. He pocketed Sorenson's gun and brought him back to a fully
   lucid state as he opened the door, just to see the look that struck his
   face on seeing his partner naked, legs akimbo, masturbating wantonly on
   Hendrik's bed.

   "Blake!" he barked in astonishment "What the f..."

   "I thought you'd appreciate that, Detective." Hendrik calmly said to
   the man in his incapacitating grip. "I can see why you want her. She's
   quite lovely, isn't she?"

   Mandy, still sucking on her finger and bringing herself off, heard him,
   and knew the words were more for her benefit than Sorenson's.

   "You see, detective, I know everything. I know you think about Mandy
   here when you're fucking your wife. I'd also surmise that your wife is
   unlikely to be thinking about you, judging by the noises she makes. You
   didn't think she was really cumming, did you? Well, detective, you're
   about to learn why you need to be careful what you wish for."

   As he let Sorenson go, the detective's knees gave way, and in the time
   it took him to regain control over himself and lurch over to the bed,
   Hendrik had stalked over to Mandy and grasped her roughly under the
   chin. As he let go of her a few seconds later, and walked over to the
   desk, she found herself, despite her earlier masturbation,
   uncontrollably horny, which was fortunate since Sorenson was on top of
   her and in a similar condition. He was clumsily tearing at his clothes,
   and she joined him. Once he was naked, she bent down on all fours and
   looked over her shoulder at him lustily.

   No words were necessary, before a moment had passed she felt her
   partner's dick penetrating her, relished the exquisite brand of
   fullness that it brought and she'd been hungry for, and began rocking
   back and forth. Sorenson at first failed to match her rhythm, but
   eventually they got into sync and began to rut.

   Hendrik watched them for a moment, then went to the closet, from which
   he drew a digital camera. He began taking shots of them from all his
   favourite angles, as the portly detective began to cry out:-

   "Oh Jesus God yes! Oh Blake, shit, yes!"

   "Do me, do me, Sorenson!" she shouted, the need evident in her strident
   voice. Hendrik couldn't help but laugh at the cheesy dialogue he'd
   programmed into them.

   Sorenson was ramping up to cum, and so Hendrik made sure he had shots
   of their faces that could clearly identify them right before he crossed
   the finish line.

   As he pulled out, Mandy pushed her ass back at him, her need evident in
   the way she whined. Hendrik swiftly stepped in and slipped his cock
   into her mouth. As she sucked on it with a gusto that made it
   incredibly hard to concentrate, Hendrik reached down and asserted
   control over the dazed detective, who began eating Mandy out, inwardly
   disgusted at having to eat his own fluids, but also aware that he
   wouldn't be able to stop until she'd had an orgasm. It, she, wasn't
   long in coming. She backed off of Hendrik's organ and began to buck,
   rubbing her pubis all over Sorenson's face. When she'd recovered, she
   finished Hendrik off and lay back, blissed out.

   Hendrik let her have her moment, then brought the two police officers
   to their knees in front of him, his hands on their heads in a grotesque
   parody of a religious ceremony, and through their heads his voice
   thundered like a god's.

   "You will report that I became aware of your true identities, and so
   you were unable to get any evidence of wrongdoing on my part. Since
   Officer Blake's wire has been recording your little tryst, it wouldn't
   be in your interest to let the recording see the light of day. I have
   photographs of you in flagrante delicto, which I will use if I have to.
   Now go."
     __________________________________________________________________

   Last updated 2011-02-22 21:01:26 BST

References

   1. mailto:tullius@cantshootfs.cjb.net
   2. http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/
