Chapter Six

Suzie joined the audience in rising to her and applauded the Magnificent Mesmeraldo as he took a bow at the conclusion of the show. She glanced over at her date, Duke Alfonso, who was joining in the applause but had his smile locked completely on hers.

Suzie had never thought about attending an erotic hypnotist show. There were many acts around Atlantic City, but she thought they were fake and corny. However, when Duke suggested they go to a show, she couldn’t refuse. Even more surprising was how much she enjoyed it. Perhaps they could watch the show again sometime.

The pink-haired Valley girl was relieved the hypnotist never approached her. She had so many secrets rattling around inside her head that revealing them would blow her cover and potentially cost her her life. Fortunately, he never circled in on her table, and she was able to enjoy the show with her date.

Duke leaned in and kissed his date for the evening. Suzie felt the butterflies flutter around her stomach and a subtle moistness in her crotch. She moaned out softly. Something told her these reactions were wrong, but it all felt right at the same time.

The impressively built man leaned across the table. He began breathing against the nape of her neck, slowly moving towards her earlobes. “How about you and I get out of here?” He suggested. “We can head back to my place and share a bottle of wine.”

Suzie’s entire body shuddered at his suggestion. Something in the back of her mind told her that this was all wrong, yet she couldn’t deny how he made her feel or how she loved it when he took control. She meekly nodded her head.

Duke beamed a wild smile. “Yes, perfect. Let’s go, Princess,” he rose to his feet and waited for Suzie to follow him. He wrapped his strong arm around her waist and led the way.

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They made it back to Duke’s lavish hotel suite. He lived in Chicago and explained to Suzie that the hotel had always reserved this suite for him whenever he returned to AC. The tall man firmly pressed his lips against his date’s and instructed her to wait for him on the couch.

He grinned as she complied, and he stepped into his kitchenette, picking out a pair of glasses and an expensive bottle of 1995 Chevalier Montrachet. Once he had slipped off his leather jacket and filled the glasses, Duke joined his date on the couch, placing a glass in her hand. They clinked glasses, and the man wrapped his arm over the bimbo’s shoulder before flicking on the TV, which displayed some sports highlights on the enormous hotel screen.

Suzie sipped the smooth wine and stared at the screen, ignoring the heated sensation building in her body as her date ran his hand along her bare skin. She tried to focus on the sports. She had always been a sports fan, but something felt off; they bored her this time.

It was a close contest between divisional rivals, but she just couldn’t get into it. She absently stared at her long pink nails; they were fading a little. She would need to book an appointment with Kayla as soon as possible.

Suzie gave it another ten minutes before the bimbo finally spoke up. “Baby, like, can we totally do something else? This is, like, sooooo boring!” she babbled in her valley girl accent.

Duke chuckled and held his date tighter. “Babe, this game is important, and I missed it live,” he explained. “However, if you’re so bored, there is something else you can do to pass the time.” He winked at her before using his strength to push her off the couch and onto her knees. He took the glass from her hand and unzipped his pants, fishing out his massive member.

Suzie’s eyes widened; she had never seen a dick so big before. She thought she used to have a sizeable cock, but this member dwarfed her own. She softly bit her plump lower lip. Was that right? She had always been a woman; why would she think she used to have a cock?

All thoughts escaped her when the strong man placed his hand on her head, and her sensual lips wrapped around the thick member. She instantly mewled out in her high-pitched soprano as Suzie felt every cell in her body come alive. His cock tasted like heaven, and her body responded with tiny twitches of pleasure.

Duke grinned and returned to the game, allowing his pink-haired date to pleasure him. This was a perfect end to the evening, he thought to himself.

Twenty minutes later, the game replay had almost finished, and so had Duke. The nanny could feel his cock twitch and secrete precum along her grateful tongue. His cum was delicious, perhaps greater than any food she could ever think of. The taste got her hungry for more, and Suzie sped up her rhythm until Duke’s cock had no choice but to explode inside her mouth. She instantly swallowed her reward as it shot down her open throat, filling her with pleasure team time. She was in ecstasy, and so was he.

Duke absently stroked his pink-haired date’s hair as she cleaned him up, using her tongue to rid his cock of any lingering cum. She didn’t want to waste a drop. “Mmm, you were great, babe,” he complimented her, and it filled the bimbo with pride. “How about we head to the bedroom for round two?” He suggested, switching the TV off and helping her to her feet. Suzie was drunk on Duke’s heavenly cum, and she couldn’t fathom any answer other than ‘yes.’ She softly nodded, and the eager Chicago businessman led her to the suite bedroom.

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The following day, Suzie entered Kayla’s salon, Jerseylicious Styles, and asked for a touch-up on her hair and nails. The bimbo gave her ex-girlfriend a big hug, although the enthusiasm wasn’t matched by the undercover Jersey girl.

With Suzie sitting in the stylist’s chair, she asked Kayla about her plans for the upcoming wedding. The blond undercover FBI agent raised an eyebrow. They were alone in the salon, and there was no need to keep up the charade. However, Kayla decided to play along.

“Listen, I ain’t been obsessin’ over it too much yet. We haven’t even picked a freakin’ date yet, ya know?” Kayla replied to the bimbo in the chair, using her exaggerated Jersey girl dialect.

Suzie giggled suddenly, “Ohmigod, I can’t wait,” she said excitedly. “I sooo bet you’re looking forward to all the shopping and planning and stuff. I totally wanna go shopping with you and pick out the perfect dress with you; it’s gonna be, like, totally amazing!” Kayla raised an eyebrow at her ex-boyfriend’s sudden excitement. That psychologist doctor certainly did a number on him. He seemed to be far more in character than Kayla ever was.

“I totally hope you make me the maid of honor. I’d look so hot in a bridesmaid dress, and you’d look so gorge all in white,” she giggled before Kayla slapped the pink-haired undercover journalist across the face.

“What the fuck is your problem, huh? Why you gotta be actin’ like such a freakin’ lunatic?” She screamed back at her ex-boyfriend.

The smack across the face seemed to bring Suzie back to her senses a little. She knew she had been acting strangely, but had no idea why. However, there was something important she needed to tell her partner in crime.

“Ohmigod, like, sorry, Bella,” Suzie apologized, using her ex-girlfriend’s undercover name without even thinking. “It has just been like a crazy few days.” She reasoned.

Kayla rolled her eyes again, but the pink-haired undercover journalist continued. “I got something important to tell you,” she said, prompting the Jersey girl to pause what she was doing and listen. “Like, Dom took me to a bar last night, but before we got there, he totally got a phone call,” Suzie explained, with Kayla listening intently. “Anyway, he took me to one of Vincent’s clubs and totally told me to stay in the car…”

“Don’t tell me you went inside the club?” Kayla interjected.

“Totally not, I’m not stupid,” Suzie replied. Kayla stayed quiet, fighting the urge to point out that the pink-haired bimbo looked like the definition of stupid. “But Dom totally left his cell phone in the car, and, like, he got a message.”

Suzie paused, much to her ex-girlfriend’s annoyance. After a brief moment of silence, she continued. “Anyway, like, he got a text from some guy about a package at the port tonight at 8PM. I would so totally bet that it’s deffo illegal.”

Kayla parted her bright red, alluring lips. “You sure about this?” she asked the bimbo.

“Ohh, totally. Like, look,” she said before fishing inside her bag and pulling out her pink cell phone. She loaded her photo gallery and passed the latest image to the undercover agent.

The Jersey girl studied the image momentarily, reading the words carefully. “This is from Tony Costa, Vincent’s right-hand man,” she remarked and deleted the photo before handing the phone back to Suzie.

“Hey!” Suzie whined as she noticed the image had disappeared.

“Forget about it,” Kayla instructed the undercover journalist. “I have some contacts. Let me deal with it,” the Jersey girl reassured her. “This is some good work, bimbo.” The praise felt good, and somehow, being called a bimbo felt right. Well, she was one, wasn’t she?

Suzie smiled and nodded, and Kayla went back to work, fixing up the Valley girl’s shocking pink hair and long, glittery pink nails. The dumb woman was elated with the results.

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With her hair and nails looking refreshingly luxurious, Suzie headed back home. She took her usual route through a local upmarket shopping mall and stopped at the window of a sexy lingerie store.

She had never noticed the store before, nor had she paid attention to any of the shops inside the building. However, the enticing outfits on display called out to her, and she couldn’t totter past them without imagining herself in the same lacy decorations. She decided to make her way inside; she needed to try these out.

Two hours later, Suzie finally left the mall. Not only did she spend twenty minutes trying on various sets of lingerie before buying three of them, she couldn’t stop herself from admiring the window displays in every other store she passed. She left with eight bags hanging off her wrists and a heavily depleted credit card. The FBI had given her a card for emergency purchases, and she blew through half of the limit in one trip. Suzie sure hoped that they would agree the cute 6” red stiletto sandals would count as emergency purchases. They would pair perfectly with the red backless halter dress she purchased, too.

As she continued to walk home, Suzie realized what she had just done. Why was she so enthralled with shopping? Why did she care so much about looking good for Duke? He wasn’t her actual boyfriend. She shook her pink-haired head. Something must have gone wrong with her psychology sessions with Dr Foster. She reminded herself to ask Kayla about them when she next saw her. Emptying her mind of the worrying thoughts for now, Suzie carried her back and tottered the short walk home.

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As evening settled in, Suzie ate dinner with Maria, Dominic, and Abby. There was an awkward silence as they ate their food. Suzie noticed Abby constantly stealing glances in her direction. “I love your nails, Suzie,” the little girl finally broke the silence.

“Oh my gawd, thank you so much,” Suzie said excitedly, holding her hand up so the five-year-old could get a better view. “Like, Bella is just the best. I’m so totally lucky your nanna introduced me to her,” she said appreciatively.

Maria nodded her head in agreement. “Yes, she is the best, and she’ll soon be part of the family.” Her comment prompted a girly applause from the little girl.

“So, Suzie,” Maria continued. “What have you been up to today?” She asked the pink-haired undercover journalist.

Suzie’s voice started blabbering before she even knew what she was saying. “Well, like, I had like such a tasty lunch, and then I went to the salon and got my hair, and super cute nails touched up,” Dominic visibly rolled his eyes as his nanny continued to speak. “Then I stopped at the mall on my way home, and oh my god, there was so much cute stuff there to buy. I found the cutest bra and pantie set and the sexiest dress. Oh my god, you should have seen the cute little bag I picked up for half price, and…”

“OK, enough of that,” Dominic cut off his employee.

“Dom, behave yourself,” Maria scolded her son.

Dominic shook his head and glanced at the bimbo. “What are your plans for this evening, Suzie?”

Suzie lowered her head, taken aback by the abruptness of her boss. She softly bit her plump lower lip. Duke was Dominic’s best friend, and she wasn’t sure if Duke had told him what had happened after they left the bar last night. “Uhmm, like,” she stuttered. “Duke is taking me out for some drinks tonight,” the bimbo said.

Dominic nodded his head as though he was expecting the answer. “Very good. You seem smitten with him, and he’s a good guy,” his remark prompted Suzie to blush. “However, let me remind you that Abby has school in the morning, and you’ll need to take her as the driver has prior engagements.” He narrowed his eyes. “Don’t stay up too late, and remember what I’m paying you for.” There was a hint of jealousy in the young Russo’s voice. Suzie shyly nodded and tucked into her food.

As the four continued to eat, Dominic’s phone started buzzing, followed by another vibration and another. He lifted his cell phone and checked his messages. Suzie couldn’t spy on what the messages said, but his expression turned to anger. “Excuse me, I have some business to take care of.” He urgently escaped the dining room, leaving the three females alone.

Suzie glanced up at the wall clock; it was 8:15 PM. Did this have anything to do with the drug shipment? Was Kayla all right? Suzie suddenly felt nervous about her ex-girlfriend’s safety and her own. She finished her meal before scurrying off to prepare for her date.

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Duke rested his hand along the hem of Suzie’s red dress halfway across her ass. The tall redhead was walking his date home after a wonderful, romantic evening filled with cocktails and flirtatious jokes.

Suzie softly bit her lower lip as they walked along the sidewalk. Every compliment Duke made sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach, and every touch he grazed against her body gave the woman goosebumps. He really was the perfect guy.

Suzie’s outfit was a homerun. The centerpiece was her plunging neckline backless red PVC halter dress. The outfit pushed her impressive enhanced breasts out further, and the neckline sank low enough to ensure more than a few eyes would rest on them tonight. The dress was held up by a jeweled red choker around her neck and reached just far enough to cover her upper ass cheeks.

She wore matching red jeweled hanging earrings and a slim bracelet to complete the look. Her legs were wrapped in semi-transparent black stockings, and her feet adorned the cute 6” stiletto heels she had bought earlier. She was dressed to kill.

“Thank you for, like, such a wonderful evening,” Suzie said appreciatively as they reached the Russo manor gates. Part of her was screaming that something wasn’t right, but everything felt perfect at the same time.

Duke smiled and gave his pink-haired date another kiss, causing her to swoon. “No. Thank you for being the perfect companion.” His compliment made the bimbo blush.

The valley girl pushed her scantily clad body up against her well-dressed man. “So, like, you wanna come in for a coffee, or umm, something else?” she said coyly.

Her offer elicited a wide grin from her date. He leaned down and kissed her beautiful, tantalizing lips once more. “Ohh, Suzie. You make it difficult for a man to refuse,” he responded. “But Dominic is my longest friend, and I’d feel weird fucking someone inside his home.” His crude words sent a shiver down the bimbo’s spine, and she pouted in disappointment.

“Anyway, I better get going,” Duke said. “Before I do, have you noticed anything weird since last night?” As he asked, Suzie stared back at him in bemusement. She had been feeling a little off, but she couldn’t pinpoint anything she would describe as ‘weird.’ She softly shook her head.

Duke smiled and softly leaned in, his mouth breathing against her right ear. “Well, maybe this will help,” he whispered ominously. “Suzie Remembers.” The moment he spoke those two words, Kennedy’s eyes widened in horror. The memories of the past 24 hours came rushing back, and he remembered everything.

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*Flashback*

Kennedy was seated in the front row alongside his ‘date’ for the evening, Duke. He didn’t want to attend some cheap, smutty erotic hypnosis show with another man. Still, his conditioning couldn’t seem to let him say no. How would refusing to participate in a hypnosis show damage his cover? It made no sense to him.

The show began, and the audience was introduced to the headliner of the show, the Magnificent Mesmaraldo. Kennedy rolled his eyes at the mention of the old man’s name. His appearance was just as manic as his moniker. He looked to be in his fifties or sixties, with a big gray pointed beard reaching below his chest. He wore an old-fashioned black suit with tails and a large black top hat. He held a white-tipped black wand for dramatic effect.

The entire first half of the show revolved around two women and a man performing various humiliating acts on the stage. Kennedy was confident they were plants. He knew what real hypnosis felt like, and he knew that no one could be tranced that quickly. The show was somewhat entertaining, though. Duke attempted to place his hand on Kennedy’s lap during the performance, but the undercover journalist had enough will to shrug him off.

“Now for something a little different,” Magnificent Mesmaraldo said as he ushered his volunteers off the stage. “Has anyone in this room ever been hypnotized before?”

Kennedy’s hand immediately flew in the air, along with four other audience members. Judging from the expressions on their faces, they weren’t expecting to make themselves known either. The stage hypnotist invited them to the stage.

Duke grinned. He was clearly surprised by Kennedy’s actions, but he encouraged his pink-haired date to hurry up to the stage, and Kennedy knew he had no choice. Reluctantly, the undercover journalist followed the other three women and a lone man up the stage steps, eventually sitting on the final chair laid out on the stage.

The Magnificent Mesmaraldo stepped back and forth before all five volunteers. He spoke at pace, and Kennedy found it challenging to keep up. Before long, the bearded man’s words felt distant and unimportant, and he sat on his chair in some kind of drunken, half-asleep stupor.

The showman started with the woman on the first chair. Kennedy paid no attention to their act; he paid little attention to much at all. He noticed the audience laughing and wondered what they found so funny. After fifteen minutes, the hypnotist moved on to his next subject, the only other man on stage. His words were unintelligible, but the mesmerizing man wasn’t speaking to Kennedy, so it didn’t matter what he was saying.

Kennedy felt the man’s presence get closer each time he moved on to the next subject. Every time the man stepped closer, Kennedy felt more vulnerable and exposed. Eventually, he was done with the previous four subjects, and his gaze rested on Kennedy’s beautiful blue eyes.

“Mmm, aren’t you a pretty one,” the Magnificent Mesmaraldo commented. “You will also answer me truthfully. It’s very important you answer the truth.” He said softly, and he was right. It was important that Kennedy answered him truthfully.

“What is your name, dear?” he asked the pink-haired journalist.

“Ke- K-,” Kennedy stuttered. “Suzie,” he finally answered. That wasn’t his name. Why didn’t he tell the hypnotist his real name? It was essential to tell the truth.

The bearded showman grinned knowingly and unnervingly. “Yes, that’s right,” he spoke softly. “Your name is Suzie. Your name has always been Suzie.” He repeated. “You are a beautiful bimbo named Suzie.” Suzie was confused. Of course, that had always been her name. Why was the man simply repeating the obvious?

“Suzie,” the hypnotist continued. “Who are you here tonight with?” He looked out to the audience, although the man already knew the answer.

Suzie pointed to the front row. “I am with Duke.” She answered immediately.

Mesmaraldo brushed his long beard momentarily. “Duke, huh? He looks like a strapping lad. I suppose you are on a date, aren’t you? Tell me, are you attracted to Duke?”

Attracted to Duke? The thought repulsed her. Suzie wasn’t gay. Wait, that wasn’t right? Why would it be gay for a woman to be attracted to a man? Suzie was confused. “No, I’m not attracted to Duke.” She responded truthfully. It was important to tell the truth.

“You are wrong, Suzie,” the hypnotist responded matter of factly. “Duke is a good guy. He is the best guy,” he spoke softly and firmly. “In fact, you will do whatever you can to impress Duke. You will always look your best for him.” He continued. “You feel good whenever he compliments you. It feels amazing whenever he touches you.” The audience chatter a little, but Suzie pays no attention to them. “As a bimbo, you are obsessed with looking good and always want to look the best for your man. Isn’t that right, Suzie?”

Suzie was confused again. Why was this asshole stating the obvious again? His entire show was a shame. Of course she wanted to look good for her man. She already knew Duke’s touch felt incredible. Why else would she be on a date with him? “Yes,” she answered him truthfully.

“What about sex, Suzie?” He asked nonchalantly. “What is your least favorite sex act. What is a deal breaker for you?” His words were soothing.

Suzie knew she needed to answer honestly. “Blowjobs,” she replied. “I hate giving blowjobs. The idea of a man’s cock in my mouth makes me want to throw up.” She answered directly and honestly.

The Magnificent Mesmaraldo chuckled at her answer. “You’re all wrong, Suzie.” He said again. “You love blowjobs. They are your favorite sex act.” He corrected her. “In fact, the taste of a man’s penis is the greatest in the world. Think about your favorite food, and the taste of cock is ten times more delicious than that.” The audience laughed, and Suzie absently licked her prominent pink lips. “The taste of a man’s semen is even more delicious than that. It is the single greatest taste in the world, isn’t that right, Suzie?”

Even in her haze, Suzie was getting tired of this man’s attitude. He kept saying obviously true things and passing them off as his ideas. He was a scam artist. “Yes,” she responded.

“Of course, if you ever use your teeth, the cock becomes the most disgusting taste in the world,” he warned. “You must never use your teeth. Isn’t that right, Suzie?”

Why would she use her teeth? Suzie knew how disgusting cock would taste if she used her teeth. “Yes,” she replied again.

“Good girl,” the man said patronizingly. “You love to obey, don’t you, Suzie? You love to obey your partner. You are naturally submissive to your partner, especially in the bedroom. Isn’t that right, Suzie?”

She had always been submissive in the bedroom. No matter how much she tried to assert herself, she found herself obeying whoever she was sleeping with. “Yes,” she said obediently.

“Yes,” the gray-haired man said. “You always find yourself obeying your partner, whether you agree with him or not. Isn’t that right, Suzie?”

Suzie hated to admit it, but the man was right. She always obeyed her sexual partners. She just found it difficult to ever say no to them. “Yes,” she repeated once more.

The Magnificent Mesmeraldo grinned. “I think we are done here,” he whispered to the pink-haired bimbo. “Soon, you will leave the stage, and when you place your bubble butt on your seat, you will forget ever being on stage, and you won’t remember this trance at all. Isn’t that right, Suzie?”

“Yes,” she said monotonously.

The hypnotist glanced over at Suzie’s smirking date. “I think it’s time for Duke to collect his improved date and guide her back to her seat.”

The crowd applauded as the redheaded man arrogantly ran up the stage steps. He shook the hypnotist’s hand and slipped the man two $100 bills before placing his arm around Suzie’s waist. The bimbo shuddered at his touch and allowed her date to lead her back to their table.

The moment her ass rested on her seat, she heard the crowd applaud and rose to her feet. That was a great show. She was relieved she wasn’t chosen to volunteer; she had too many secrets.

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Kennedy stared back at his ‘date’ in shock. How was that possible? He spent the last twenty-four hours believing he was the young, pink-haired bimbo he was posing as. Furthermore, he believed Duke was his actual boyfriend and was willing to do whatever the arrogant jerk wanted.

The pink-haired journalist still felt the remnant of Duke’s saliva on his tongue and used his arm to wipe it off. He felt gross and dirty. He felt violated.

“Welcome back,” Duke said smugly. “That was a lot of fun. However, when you were under, you revealed an interesting little secret.” His grin remained plastered on his face. Kennedy’s big blue eyes widened. What did he reveal? “I’m going to ask you some questions about it, and you are going to answer me honestly.”

Kennedy shuddered in fear. Had he exposed his identity? Had he put Kayla at risk? His date’s voice had turned from sugary sweet to predatory. “Because if you don’t tell me the truth,” Duke warned, “you will be spending a lot more time prancing around as my beautiful dumb bimbo girlfriend.” He folded his arms. “Do I make myself clear, Suzie?”

Kennedy gasped. What trouble had he gotten himself into now?

End of Chapter Six