Kate Winslet stepped out of the taxi and looked up at the office building. It was nice, smart while not being opulent. This guy was obviously doing all right for himself. Considering the fees he charged, he should be. Kate paid the driver and began walking to the building. It was a cloudy New York day and Kate was wearing a light windbreaker over her one-piece black outfit. She brushed at her long hair, red now for an upcoming movie role. Since the awesome success of "Titanic," she'd been flooded with offers for roles of every country and occupation. Despite the uncanny knack English people had for perfectly duplicating American accents, Kate could still use some help. She'd heard good things about this guy and she hoped he was worth it. The room her appointment was set at was on the seventh floor, at the end of the hall. She knocked politely and was slightly surprised when the door opened immediately. She was also surprised to see no one on the other side. She took a few hesitant steps inside and took in her surroundings. Calling the place spartan was an understatement. A large futon lay on the floor. A piano was set against the wall. There was a bookshelf, a stereo system, television, all of which were set as far away as possible. Huge, open spaces filled the large studio, bare floor showing everywhere. The light came from large spotlights set in the ceiling, highlighting the furnished parts of the room. "I find the open spaces comforting." Kate spun and saw Viktor Karsany standing before her. His voice was soft, musical almost. He stood an even six feet, his dark hair and beard sparkled with grey. He wore a three piece suit that had to have set him back at least two grand. His eyes were dark, penetrating, with sadness and perhaps a little romance in them. His entire manner was one of calm that Kate found enjoyable. "I want to thank you for meeting me on such short notice," Kate said. "Not at all. I've enjoyed your work immensely, especially 'Titanic.' Here, let's get started." He led Kate over to the only place in the room where the furniture wasn't twenty feet apart from each other. A spotlight illuminated the area, two comfortable chairs facing each other. In between, on a glass table, was a meternome. Viktor motioned Kate to take one seat and he took the other. Kate waited for him to say something, but instead Viktor simply leaned back in his seat, gazing at her. She was slightly nervous about the scrutinizing. Viktor kept staring at her for long moments, his eyes locked on Kate's. Something about the awesome coolness of the eyes set Kate's mind at ease. Without warning, Viktor leaned forward and set the meternome. "A voice is like music," he said in his soft tone. "That's how I teach it. It has its pitches, its tones, its high points and low. That is how you have to look at it, how you have to manipulate it. Just listening to my voice gives you a good idea of that. Listen to my voice, Kate. Listen to it. Listen to my voice and I can help you." To look at Viktor, Kate had to look directly over the meternome. She soon became aware that Viktor seemed to be timing his voice to keep in pace with the steady ticking of the meternome. It was a nice way of keeping her attention, his voice moving over his words as the meternome kept ticking. Ticking. Ticking. His voice would raise, tick. His voice would lower, tick. It was a nice, soothing rythym that had Kate enraptured. Although Kate knew she had to keep her attention focused on Viktor, her eyes were soon drawn by a flashing. As the meternome swung side to side, it would catch the light from the spotlight above it. The ticking of the meternome kept perfect time with the flashes of the swinging pendulum. Tick, flash, swing. Tick, flash, swing. All of it somehow keeping in perfect synch with Viktor's smooth oratation. Kate's world soon became a triangle. The flashing of the swinging meternome, the steady ticks and Viktor's voice. Viktor. Only Viktor. Viktor... To Kate's muddled mind, minutes had passed. In reality, it had been over half an hour since Viktor had started the meternome. The skilled hypnotist knew he had ensnared the Britishwoman now. Once again, his front as a voice specialist had worked perfectly. He leaned forward and stopped the meternome with his thumb. Kate's eyes instantly shut and she slumped in her chair, hypnotized. "Kate, listen to me," Viktor said. "I want to give you some tests for your voice. I want you to repeat everything I say to you. I trust Viktor." "I trust Viktor," Kate said in a slurred voice. "I love Viktor." "I love Viktor." "I belong to Viktor." "I belong to Viktor." "Viktor is my master." "Viktor is my master." "I must do everything Viktor says." "I must do everything Viktor says." "Very good, Kate. Now, I want you to stand up and remove your clothes. All of your clothes. You can't resist, Kate. You don't want to resist. Remove all your clothes and as you do, you will feel yourself growing in excitement. Sexual excitement. By the time you are naked, you will want to let yourself to in sexual fervor. With me. Only with me. Undress, Kate." Viktor began to strip away his suit as Kate slowly rose to her feet and pulled off her dress. Viktor watched her underwear fall to the floor and appraised the nude actress. She had put on a few pounds, but in a good way, her body still ravishing. Viktor was naked now and knew he had to have her. He walked to her and stood just before her, his hand lightly caressing one breast. "Make love to me, Kate," he whispered. "Make love as hard as you can." And with that, he kissed her. She responded passionately, her trance-induced mind filled with lust that she wanted to release. She nearly bit Viktor's lip as she kissed him, shoving her breasts against his chest. He managed to walk them over to the futon, falling on top of it. Kate had the breath knocked out of her and Viktor immediately began playing with her large tits. He pinched them together with his hands as he kissed each nipple, suckling them with pleasure and loving the moans it produced in Kate. He rolled onto his back, carrying Kate on top of him. She was hot now, ready to be fucked. She sat down on Viktor's erect cock, massaging the rod with her hands before maneuvering it into her pussy. She began to rock back and forth, fast motions that had Viktor's juices pumping like crazy in seconds. Her breasts heaved forward as she shifted on Viktor's cock, allowing him to massage her breasts. Kate pushed her thighs together as if to force Viktor to come sooner. They both gasped as they orgasmed, Kate thrusting back as she rode the wave of pleasure Viktor generated in her. Kate pulled herself off of the exhausted teacher and took a breath. "Lick it, Kate," Viktor commanded. "Lick it for me." Kate obediently kneeled down and took his cock in her hands. She ran her hands down the shaft, her nails lightly pinching at the balls. Viktor's dick hurt, it was so hard. She finally took him in her mouth, her lips circling his cock and sliding up and down the shaft. She licked all around the tip as she took it down her throat, sucking at Viktor's rod in a way that would have been outrageous to her before. Viktor let himself go under her expert licking and soon he felt himself explode in her mouth, shooting his wad down her throat. They knelt in front of each other, kissing again as Viktor felt at her breasts. He couldn't believe how fast he felt himself go hard again. He lay her down on the soft mat and pushed himself into her. As he began to pump her, he took note of her gasps of pleasure. He was tapping into her deepest desires and letting her feelings loose. She wanted a voice lesson. It was time to see just how high her voice could go.