I floated in trance, the worries of the night temporarily erased by the soothing silence of sleep. For just a moment, I wasn’t on stage desperately trying to save my boyfriend from a life of public ridicule by putting my kinks on show for all the world. I was just present absorbed in Caleb’s voice as he guided us all deeper. Us. Not just me this time, but Caitlyn, Olivia, Roger, even Melissa all floated too, sinking deeper into themselves just as I did. Although I couldn’t see them, the sounds of their steady breathing gave me some comfort until even that awareness faded.

The next thing I knew, my eyes had drifted open. I saw the others sitting up and stretching around me.

Caleb was smiling at us. “So, what’s the last thing everyone remembers?”

“The door knob,” I said blearily.

“You called me smart,” Roger said.

“I’m not sure,” Olivia stammered.

“Annie’s face,” Caitlyn said.

Melissa snorted. “I just remember you yapping about being hypnotized.”

A hand slapped my ass, hard. I whirled around but only saw the plastic of the folding chair beneath me.

“What the fuck was that? Something just pinched me,” Caitlyn gasped, jumping up from her own chair. Olivia and Roger also seemed to be studying their seats in confusion. A laugh ran through the crowd.

“Hmm, I don’t see how that’s possible,” Caleb mused, putting a hand to his chin. “Maybe it was something Melissa said?”

Melissa looked between all of us, utterly perplexed. “What are you losers doing? I just said he was talking about being hypnotized.”

Another slap. Harder this time. I yelped and shifted.

“Ok, seriously?” Caitlyn whirled around, looking for someone behind her and finding no one.

Melissa took in the scene for another moment. Then experimentally, she said, “Hypnotized?”

“Oww,” Olivia whimpered beside me. “That one hurt.”

“Why isn’t it happening to Melissa?” I asked, panic welling in my chest. Had the suggestion not taken with her?

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” Caleb answered with a little smirk.

That gave me some reassurance, which proved to be short lived. Melissa’s eyes lit up like she’d just found a delightful new toy. “Hypnotized, hypnotized, hypnotized, hypnotized, hypnotized,” she repeated with glee.

“Aggh.” Even I had to groan that time as the swift series of blows landed across my backside, each more forceful than the last. Olivia and Roger held onto each other and Caitlyn practically fell over. Good thing she never put those heels back on.

“Are we having fun,” Caleb asked, leaning down by Melissa.

“Yeah, bet,” she said with a laugh. “Look at their faces.”

“You know you should probably be careful how much you do that,” Caleb cautioned.

“Hypnotized, hypnotized,” she said with pointed defiance. Her eyes twinkled as Caitlyn bent forward and started rubbing her ass. “Yeah why?”

“Because what goes around comes around.”

Melissa tumbled forward, falling from her chair and landing on all fours on the stage floor. “Oh, fuck, fuck,” she groaned. Her ass rocked in the air, as she responded to phantom strike after strike. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”  Eventually the barrage ceased and she remained on hands and knees panting.

My pounding heart settled, as realization dawned on me. Caleb had made it so that she’d feel every strike all at once, everything she inflicted on us sent back on her tenfold. As I saw her kneeling and trembling, I knew he really did have her completely under control. I could relax. Melissa wouldn’t ruin the show. Melissa would be a good girl. Ding.

The audience howled with laughter, seeing Melissa’s reaction. Caleb seemed to enjoy that. “Ok, that was maybe a little mean. Tell you what, I’ll make it better. From now on, whenever you hear the word ‘hypnotized’ you’ll feel someone touching you in the most sensual way, just how you like to be touched.” Then he snapped his fingers. “Melissa, would you like to do the honors?”

She looked up at him, anger seething behind her dark eyes. “No thanks. You’re not tricking me again. I won’t say it.”

He shrugged. “Suit yourself. It works whenever anyone says hypnotized.”

I clamped my legs together, as I felt a finger dart between them and stroke my clit.

“OoOooOhh wow,” Olivia said beside me, actively squirming in her seat. “hypnotized,” she quietly said to herself and then shivered again. She kept chanting it silently to herself as she dissolved into a puddle beside me. Even Roger was splayed across his seat, legs spread and head tilted back.

I looked forward to see Caitlyn standing and rubbing her legs together. “Oh, fuck. How, how is this happening?”

Caleb sauntered up to her and offered her the mic. “Want to describe what you’re feeling?”

“Feels like a tongue, a very talented tongue, whenever you say . . . that word.”

“You mean, hypnotized?”

“Ooohhh, yeah,” she said, buckling forward. “Hypnotized.” Caitlyn almost lost her footing after the last repetition, but luckily Caleb was there to catch her. I found my own hips rolling with a mind of their own, trying to pull the ghostly touch deeper. I had no clue how she kept standing.

“There you have it folks. Hypnosis can let people feel things they couldn’t otherwise feel. A hypnotized person . . .” he paused for the wave of whimpers and groans to pass through his volunteers. “Can feel all sorts of things: pleasure, pain, you name it. As long as they want to imagine it, they can experience it. It’s one of the joys of being hypnotized.”

Caitlyn collapsed into Caleb’s arms, body trembling with arousal. Melissa looked on with barely contained envy.

“Here let me take that off your mind. Caitlyn, sleep. Find your legs can still hold you up.”

Then my best friend leaned forward, bending over at the waist. Her legs remained rigid, but her arms and neck flopped down like a ragdoll. I marveled at the sight. I’d never seen Caitlyn so docile and submissive. It was making me even wetter. Ding.

“But that’s not all you can do. You can alter people’s perceptions. Caitlyn, the next time you open your eyes, you’ll be sure that you’re completely naked. You’ll have no idea where your dress went, but you’ll be desperate to cover up. And wide awake.”

Caitlyn straightened and then started. Her arms flew to protect her modesty, one covering her breasts and the other hand landing over her sex. “What happened to my dress?”

“Nothing happened,” Caleb said with a smile. “You’re still wearing it.”

“Very funny. I clearly am not.” Then she turned, searching for her dress and not seeing it. At last she settled on the best refuge she could find, which was the large base drum at the back of the stage. Caitlyn took off running, and crouched behind the instrument. More laughter from the crowd.

“But you never really know how someone will react to your suggestions. For instance, I didn’t think she would run away.” Caleb turned to face the drum. “You can come out now.”

“No, thank you.” she yelled from behind her refuge. More laughter.

“I’ll put your dress back.”

“Prove it.”

“Caitlyn, sleep. Trance is just a state of mind. You can remain deeply hypnotized with your eyes open.” Another brutal wave of pleasure washed over me as I watched. “So, open your eyes and calmly walk back to me.”

Her blonde head emerged from behind the drum. Caitlyn began pacing towards center stage with slow languid motions. As she approached, I could see the glazed, vacant look in her normally vibrant eyes. Gosh, seeing her like that was hot, my best friend a mindless doll. Ding. She came to a stop beside Caleb, eyes fixed straight ahead.

“This time when you awaken, you’ll have your dress back, but everyone else will be naked and wide awake.”

Caitlyn blinked and then covered her mouth. “Oh, my.”

“Care to tell us what you see?”

“Well, more of you than I wanted to, for starters.” The audience laughed at that one. “More of everyone really.”

“So no one is wearing clothes? The audience or the other volunteers?”

“Nope. That’s Annie’s pussy, just hanging out,” she said looking at me. I hadn’t realized how wide my legs had spread from all the pleasure suggestions, though she couldn’t actually see all that. Still, I quickly clamped them back together.

“I guess I’m still dressed.” Caitlyn looked down at herself and then back up to the crowd. “I didn’t realize it was that kind of party, but I guess if it is. . . When in Madrid, I suppose.” her hand drifted up to the zipper on the back of her dress.

“Caitlyn, sleep.” Caleb quickly said, as she crumpled forward again. “I also didn’t expect her to do that.” More laughter. “But we can’t have things going too far. Our faculty supervisor has already been more than generous.”

I scanned the crowd, looking for Nina and not finding her right away. Identifying anyone in the sea of shadowy bodies proved challenging, but I spotted the white of her shirt at last. Nina had leaned up against the back wall by the door, eyes closed, and head tucked to her chest. She was under! It must have happened during the deepeners. For a moment, I considered pointing her out to Caleb, having him call her up to join us. I knew she’d enjoy the experience. She’d come if I called her. Then I recalled all the pains she’d taken to avoid exposing her kink while I was a student and thought better of it. Nina deserved to enjoy her experience in whatever way she chose. Just because I had decided to wear my depravity on my sleeve, didn’t mean she had to. So, I let her go and turned my attention back to the stage.

Caleb was dealing with Melissa who had been snickering uncontrollably.  “She would try to take her dress off, that slut.”

“You might have done the same thing in her shoes,” Caleb responded.

“Nah, fam. I’m not a raging whore like her.”

“Do you have some kind of problem with Caitlyn? Answer honestly.”

Melissa’s expression sobered. “I thought we were friends, until she chose some guy over me, and I never saw her anymore. Da fuck??? Why did I just tell you that?”

Caleb nodded. “Do you ever wish you could just put that behind you and be friends like you were? Be honest.”

“Yeah, duh. But life doesn’t work like that.”

“It can if you want it to.”

“Be real.”

“I am. I can at least try. Only if you want to.”

Melissa’s eyes darted between Caleb and Caitlyn. Her full lips folded into a hard line. Then she spoke in the quietest voice I’d ever heard from her. “I wanna try.”

“Melissa, sleep. Now just like Caitlyn, you can go into trance with your eyes open, so sit up for me.”

Melissa obeyed, head lolling for a moment, before it slowly rose back up and her eyes drifted open.

“Caitlyn, wide awake.”

She stood up again.

“I have a question for you. Please answer honestly. If you could put whatever happened with Melissa behind you, would you?”

Caitlyn looked at Melissa with genuine sadness. “Of course. She used to be my best friend.”

“Then sleep with your eyes open for me, Caitlyn.”

Caleb faced the audience. “Now this is a fairly advanced suggestion. But you can also use hypnosis to alter someone’s memory. I probably wouldn’t attempt a change of this scale if they hadn’t expressed interest. Usually, I’d just make someone forget their name, but we’re going to try it together.” He held up an index finger and turned back to Melissa. “Melissa, Caitlyn, look at my finger. It has magic powers. As soon as it touches your forehead you’re going to forget all the unpleasant memories that have passed between you, just for today, just while you’re on this stage. Nod your head if you understand.”

Two heads nodded. Caleb went to Melissa first. Her blank eyes followed the finger as it approached her forehead, ultimately rolling back to keep it in view. When he made contact, they rolled all the way up and her mouth fell open. He traced a small circle, causing Melissa’s head to swing along with the motion, and then retracted his touch. He repeated the process with Caitlyn.

“Now both of you, wide awake.” The pair blinked back to awareness. “Melissa, what do you think about Caitlyn?”

Every eye in the room landed on the influencer. My own chest tightened as my breath caught in my lungs. Finally, Melissa spoke. “No cap, I think she’s really pretty.”

An audible gasp came from the crowd. Apparently, her attitude was that famous. Caitlyn clutched her hand to her chest. “Aww, Lissa. That’s sweet. I think you’re really pretty too.”

“Thanks, Cait.” She blushed and looked away. I had never seen her look so nervous. “But I’m not like you. You’re special.”

Then suddenly I understood. Melissa wasn’t jealous of Caitlyn for hooking up with that guy, she was jealous of the guy for getting with Caitlyn. I turned to Olivia, eager to share my revelation, only to find her still mouthing the word ‘hypnotized’ and running her hands across her body.

“Aww, Lissa.” Caitlyn said, rushing to hug her friend.

“Cait,” she squeaked.

“Sleep, both of you,” Caleb commanded. Caitlyn fell forward onto her knees, head resting on Melissa’s chest and Melissa slumped down, resting her own head against Caitlyn’s. “If you want that suggestion to last, only if you want to, you’ll find it persisting as long as you want.” Both girls nodded again.

“Now everyone, sleep.”

The world blurred away as the spotlights faded to darkness again. Caleb’s words poured into my mind with a familiar warmth. I had missed that feeling so much, his voice whispering into my thoughts, replacing my own nagging insecurities with comfort and certainty. When I finally opened my eyes again, Caitlyn had regained her seat and everyone else seemed to be awake.

I looked around, trying to discern what devilish suggestion Caleb had given now, and found it right away, though not with my eyes.

The smell. It was back.

Except this time, it was emanating from Olivia and Caitlyn, beside me. I turned to Olivia first, but she was already climbing on top of Roger. “Ohh, baby, are you wearing a new cologne? Me like,” she cooed.

“I was just about to ask you the same thing,” he said in a low husky voice as he nuzzled her neck.

“I’m not wearing anything special,” Olivia said. “It’s just me.”

“Well, I like you.”

“I like you too.” Then Olivia leaned forward, claiming Roger’s mouth with her own and a loud cheer went up from the onlookers. Even that cheer gave me relief. This was working. People were liking it. They were understanding how hot hypnosis could be.

I was so caught up in my joy that Caitlyn took me completely off guard, as she nuzzled her face into my hair. “Annie, I love your shampoo. You have to tell me what it is.”

I pivoted, bringing our faces just inches apart. This close, the scent was practically irresistible. Even though her breath smelled slightly of alcohol, I didn’t mind. I wanted to suck her breath straight into my lungs, wanted to be closer, needed to be closer. The next thing I knew, our noses were rubbing together and we were both giggling. I didn’t even remember who started it.

“You smell nice,” I said with a vapid smile.

“You smell nice,” she repeated in the same giddy sing-song.

Then Caitlyn inched forward, her nose slipping past mine, the warmth of her breath on my lips. She started to close her eyes. All my muscles tensed. Caitlyn was about to kiss me.

I tried to look for Caleb, but Caitlyn’s luscious curls had blocked out everything else. Surely, he could have stopped this if he wanted to, and he wasn’t, which meant he liked it. I liked it too. She just smelled so good. I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I kissed her.

Or maybe she kissed me. We kissed each other. Her soft lips melted against my skin, as she gently worked my mouth open. The heavenly aroma flooded all my senses sending waves of euphoria washing over me. Just as her tongue touched mine, she was gone. I blearily opened my eyes, still delirious from the high of our kiss, waiting to see Caitlyn teasing me, ready to come back for more.

Instead, Melissa had yanked Caitlyn away by the hair, and now held the blonde inches from her own face. “I don’t like to be ignored.” Then she pounced with unbridled hunger, mouth landing on Caitlyn’s with the ferocity of a feral cat. Her hands wrapped around my friend’s back and pulled her close. Caitlyn moaned into Melissa’s mouth as they tumbled.

With the separation of a few feet between me and any source of that heavenly scent, I could think again. This was good. This was better. Clearly Melissa had feelings for Caitlyn. I turned to Olivia, only to find her fully straddling Roger. Her wide hips had him securely pinned to the chair, which was groaning under their combined weight and steady motion. Then I finally found Caleb, standing back and grinning like an idiot. “Proud of yourself?” I asked too quietly to leave the stage.

“Little bit, yeah.”

“Well you’ve left me without a partner,” I said with over-the-top sadness. “Aren’t you going to do something about that?”

“You’re partner’s right here,” he said, walking closer. “But if I let myself get involved this show’s going to pass from R-rated to X-rated real quick.”

I considered pointing out that our chaperone was in fact unconscious and likely no one would stop us, no matter how far we wanted to go. But then I remembered the whole point of this spectacle was to get the audience on board with erotic hypnosis, and pushing too far might backfire. So, I just said, “You always have to tease me, don’t you?”

“You’re just so much fun to tease, but I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“You better,” I said, sticking out my tongue.

“Well, I think I’ve let them have enough fun.” He crossed to Olivia and tapped her on the shoulder. The relentless motion of her hips came to a brief pause as she looked back at him. “Could I get your help reigning this suggestion in? I’m afraid it’s getting a little out of hand.”

“I’m busy,” she answered, already preparing to resume devouring Roger’s face.

“Yes, you are. Olivia, go blank for me now.” Caleb tapped Olivia on the forehead and the mischievous smirk vanished from her face, replaced by an expression of dull emptiness. “Olivia, stand up.”

Eyes remaining glassy and mouth hanging open, Olivia dismounted her boyfriend. Knees wobbling, she came to stand beside Caleb, head listing a little to one side, and a strand of dark hair caught on her wet lips. Fuck, seeing her like that was hot. Olivia was such a good girl. Ding. Fantasies flooded my mind of Caleb twisting Olivia around his finger, bending her will and desires until she was as good of a hypno-slut as I was. She had been so engrossed with Roger and he just pulled her away like it was nothing.

“Hey,” Roger snapped. “We were kind of in the middle of something.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll like where this is going,” Caleb said, before turning to Olivia and whispering in her ear, so quietly that I couldn’t even hear. Then he clapped and life returned to her grey eyes.

She came to stand over Roger, leaning forward to give him a full view of her ample cleavage. “Sorry, baby. I need you to go to sleep now,” Olivia said with a mischievous little gin. Then she began tracing her fingers along her breasts in slow, steady circles, kneading them together and apart, together and apart.

Roger’s face scrunched in confusion, but he didn’t look away. “Uh, babe, what are you doing?”

“Shh, no need to talk. Just stare. Don’t you like to watch me bounce and jiggle for you?” She gave her chest a little shake, sending a ripple of motion through the twin orbs. 

“Of course I do, but why?”

“Then relax and enjoy the show. It’s ok to stare,” she said, returning to the slow steady motion. “In fact, the longer you look, the harder it’ll be to look away. You just want to look at me, at my skin, at my body.”

“I mean . . . yeah,” he said, voice sounding a little more distant.

She kept rubbing the circles across her chest. To my amazement Roger’s eyes fixed on them and didn’t move again. “That’s it, baby. You love my body. It’s all you can think of. You don’t think, you just stare and enjoy.”

The fabric of Roger’s pants twitched as he hunched forward towards the display.

“You can’t look away, you only see my breasts, you can’t think of anything, only my breasts. What are you thinking, baby?”

“Mmmm?” Roger asked, dazed.

“You’re not thinking, you can’t. My body owns your thoughts. I’m beautiful and you can’t resist me.” Apart and together, apart and together, her fingers continued to play and Roger’s head nodded along with them.

“Can’t resist.”

“Then, sleep.” Olivia flicked her boobs upwards, setting them bouncing and jiggling, before they fell to rest. Roger’s eyes followed their motion, rolling upwards and then slamming shut as he went to sleep.

I gave a little giggle. It was cute to see how much Olivia had come into her own, and how much Roger cared for her. Then Olivia stepped over to lean down over my chair and I yelped.

“Don’t laugh, Annie. That’ll be you soon enough,” she said in the same low, breathy whisper.

“Oh, I’m ok, thanks,” I murmured, flustered. I desperately tried to look anywhere besides the valley of flesh, threatening to swallow me up. “Shouldn’t you do those two?” I said, pointing to Caitlyn and Melissa who were still thoroughly entwined, sniffing and kissing like horny teenagers.

“They’ll get their turn. Right now, it’s your time,” she said, beginning the steady circles once more.

I looked down at my lap, determined to avoid the insane hypnotic trap that Caleb had planted.

“You made me this way, Annie. The least you can do is look,” she cooed.

That one stung, and my eyes flew up to meet hers. Unfortunately, they had to pass by her breasts on the way, which was as far as they made it. My gaze locked onto the supple valley and wouldn’t move.

“That’s it, Annie. More skin means more attention, right?” She asked, leaning closer. “Do I have your attention?”

I wanted to say, no, that she didn’t need to show skin, that I didn’t mean to give her that suggestion, but instead my lips just whispered, “yes.” The gentle undulating of her flesh was simply captivating. I couldn’t look away, not that there was really anywhere to look. She was so close now, her valley filled practically my entire field of view. Apart, together, apart, together. Couldn’t look away.

“Oooh, was this what I looked like? All glassy eyed with my lips hanging open? It’s a good look for you, Annie.”

What? I didn’t look like that, did I? Surely this couldn’t actually be working. It shouldn’t work, unless maybe Caleb had made this a suggestion already, or maybe Olivia’s certainty was just that intoxicating, or maybe I was missing something. Trying to think of explanations was getting harder, like wading through mud. A sigh escaped my lungs as I decided to stop thinking. It didn’t matter anyway. Apart, together, apart, together. So much easier to just watch. Apart, together, apart, together.

“Now it’s your turn to be hypnotized, ok?” She said, bending even farther forward.

The valley had consumed everything now. There was only the valley, only the gentle bouncing motion, only her voice. “My turn,” I repeated, barely able to even hold on to those words.

“Then sleep, Annie,” she said. To my surprise, she bent even farther forward, enveloping my face in the warmth of her flesh. Her scent flooded my nostrils. Her warmth swept over my skin. My brain turned off. Except I didn’t want to stop staring, so I went to sleep with my eyes open, still swimming in Olivia’s touch and image.

She straightened, studying my blank expression. When I didn’t respond to a hand waving before my face, she decided her work was done. “That’s very good, Annie.”

Even in trance, I felt the dopey grin spread across my face.

Then she moved on to Caitlyn and Melissa. I couldn’t really follow what was happening. I heard voices but didn’t hear them. I just watched Olivia, apart, together, apart, together. Sleep for Olivia. Eventually Caitlyn’s shoulder brushed against mine as she returned to her seat. I didn’t need to look to know that her face was just like mine: slack, thoughtless, obedient.

Then I heard Olivia’s voice. “I got them all,” she said proudly to Caleb.

“Not quite yet.”

“What do you mean?”

“Look down.” The firm voice of Caleb’s commands was enough to even cut through the fog of my trance.

“Oh, come on. That’s not fair,” she whined. “I’m not going to get hypnotized by my own boobs.”

“And yet, you can’t look away, can’t stop those slow circles, can’t resist it.” Caleb’s voice was so strong, Olivia never stood a chance.

She gave a whimper of protest, but soon enough she returned to trance, her chin glued to her chest, a thin rope of drool dangling from her lips, hands still robotically circling. Apart, together, apart, together. Not a thought in her head.

“Go sit back down.”

Olivia obeyed, returning to her seat, hands still moving. My eyes never left her chest the entire time. Even as she sat down, I turned to face her. I couldn’t look away, apart, together, apart, together.

“Everyone sleep,” Caleb said.

Then the world went dark and I fell forward, landing on a soft warm cushion that I only half understood to be Olivia’s left breast. Still I instinctively nuzzled against the warmth. I barely noticed the little mewl of pleasure coming from above me. Then I slept and floated on the ocean of Caleb’s words once more.

“And wide awake!”

I blinked a few times, as I slowly realized the true identity of my pillow. “Oh, sorry,” I mumbled, sitting up.

“It’s ok,” Olivia said, as she sat up too. All the volunteers appeared to be making their way back to consciousness.

“Now ladies and gentlemen, I hope you’ve enjoyed our show this evening.” Caleb paced across the stage in front of us. “How about a round of applause for our lovely volunteers?”

I had been adjusting my dress, which had shifted in my sleep, and the roar of applause took me completely off guard. I thought I might cry. The same people that had been mocking and taunting Caleb were cheering now. I was so relieved, I thought I might pass out again. Suddenly the insanity of what I’d done dawned on me. Up until that moment, I’d just been riding the adrenaline, jumping from one move to the next to the next, never having time to pause and think. I’d really done it, me, someone who could barely talk in front of a crowd a few weeks ago.

Now here I was putting on a sexy stage show with my boyfriend and my closest friends, and even Melissa. At once I felt a surge of pride and embarrassment. On the one hand, I’d broken through every limit I thought I ever had. On the other, this was a crazy, crazy plan that could have easily backfired and made everything worse. But when I saw the look of joy on Caleb’s face, I knew I’d made the right choice.

“We’ve seen a lot of incredible things this evening. We’ve shown you how hypnosis can alter the words you hear, to turn a simple, innocent word, like ‘hypnotized’ into a powerful trigger.”

I squirmed in my seat as that particular trigger kicked in once again, so did everyone except Melissa, who still looked annoyed to be left out.

“You’ve seen how the mind can fabricate an irresistible scent and taste.”

The remnants of that heavenly aroma still clung to my nostrils, but I managed not to jump on either of my neighbors.

“You’ve seen how a simple sight can become a powerful hypnotic focus.”

Must not look at Olivia’s boobs, must not look at Olivia’s boobs. Ding

“I hope these demonstrations have given you a better understanding of how hypnosis actually works. I’m just up here offering suggestions. It’s our volunteers and their imaginations that make the real magic happen. How about another round of applause?”

The crowd obliged, and I suddenly felt self-conscious again. Somehow when I was following a suggestion, it was like the audience wasn’t even there, but their reaction made them harder to ignore.

“But who wants to see one last trick?” The other students roared again. “Excellent, because I have saved the best for last.”

Best for last? What else could he possibly do?

“Roger, my good man, would you please stick out your thumb for me?”

Roger cocked his head to the side but did as he was told. “Like this?”

“Olivia, would you give that a little squeeze?”

She looked suspiciously between Caleb and the outstretched digit but eventually reached up and took it.

“Oooooh,” Roger gasped.

Olivia yanked her hand back. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, yeah. More than ok. Don’t stop. That felt good,” he said in short, staggered bursts.

Tentatively, Olivia extended her hand again and wrapped it around Roger’s thumb.

Caleb spoke once more, “There’s no delicate way to say this, but I’ve relocated the sensitivity of Roger’s dick to his thumb.”

Olivia gasped, as did half the crowd. “So, I’m giving him a hand job right now?”

“In a matter of speaking, yes.”

“Oh, maybe I should stop then.” Olivia had begun blushing, also demonstrating more common sense than she had under the previous suggestions.

Caleb crossed to her. “That’s up to you. Of course, whatever you do to him, you’ll now feel too,” he said, tapping her on the forehead.

Roger let out another gasp, and this time it sent a shiver through Olivia as well. She squirmed, sending her whole body jiggling again. Her mouth fell open and the hunger sparked behind her eyes. So much for common sense. She started pumping her hand up and down, practically milking his thumb. The two of them collapsed towards each other with ragged panting breaths.

I watched transfixed as her fingers coiled around him and bobbed up and down, sending her bracelets and bangles into a relentless fit of jingling.

Caitlyn’s shoulder bumped me as she extended her own thumb experimentally to Melissa, who took it and pinched it. Nothing happened. “Not fair.”

“Try the sole of your foot,” Caleb said.

Caitlyn immediately turned, leaning her back against me, and placed her feet in Melissa’s lap. Melissa dutifully began to rub, still watching Caitlyn with doe-eyed adoration. Immediately Caitlyn tossed her head back and sucked in a short, shallow gasp. “Ooop. Found it, yep, right there.”

“Here?”

“No, wait. You were just on it,” she pleaded as Melissa continued to explore. “Oh there, there, there.”

Apparently, Melissa had found the spot again and held it this time. Her thumb worked in slow, methodical circles, each one unleashing another crashing wave of bliss. Caitlyn shimmied and shuddered as her old friend fervently fondled her soles. The rocking motion sent her rubbing up against my shoulder, but the spectacle had me far too distracted to care.

Just then a wet, popping sound caught my attention. I spun my head back around to find that Olivia had transitioned to using her mouth on Roger’s thumb. The popping had come from her lips when she broke for air. The cherry red of her lipstick had left crimson streaks across the finger. Both of them were trembling as the pleasure racked through their bodies. Roger had thrown his head back across the chair and splayed his legs in front of him. Meanwhile Olivia had huddled around Roger’s thumb like it was a crackling fire in a snowstorm. After taking a moment to collect herself, she plunged down again, sealing her lips around his thumb and sucking so loudly I could hear it.

Her round cheeks buckled inwards as she sucked and sucked. The stifled sound of her moans was almost lost in the cheers and hoots from the crowd.

“Well folks, glad you’ve enjoyed it. It looks like the show’s about over. When they cum, they’ll go back to sleep,” Caleb reminded.

I watched on in amazement. Part of me couldn’t believe they had all gone deep enough to accept such a suggestion, but watching my friends squirm, I did believe.

As if on cue, Roger’s head fell forward and then lurched back as he found his release. His body shook before going totally limp. He really did fall back asleep. I saw a small dark patch appear on the fabric of his pants. That would dry clean out . . . right? I honestly had no clue. All I did know was that the suggestion had made its way to Olivia. She had made Roger cum and that meant she would cum too.

“Oh, baby,” Olivia whispered. She leaned forward, steadying herself on Roger’s inert leg. Her shaky breathing unraveled into a series of mewling whimpers. Her hips rolled forward on instinct as she shuddered. Then the grip of her fingers melted along with the tension of her whole body. She slumped forward, head landing directly in Roger’s lap, right on the wet spot. That seemed bad. I gently grabbed her hips and tugged her back, so that at least she was solidly on the other thigh. Then I noticed her mouth was open and drooling, so I reached down and pressed on her chin, closing her mouth. His dress pants already had enough stains. There, what would my friends do without me?

In Caitlyn’s case, the answer was apparently get the best foot rub of her life. She had bent forward so she could grip Melissa’s shoulder. Melissa, for her part, kept on, applying all her dogged determination to carrying her crush over the edge. Caitlyn’s toes clenched and unfurled, falling into perfect sync with Melissa’s rhythm.

“Oh, Lissa. I’m so close,” she pleaded.

“Cum for me, Cait,” Lissa said.

“Lissa!” She screamed.

“Cait!”

Then the power of speech abandoned Caitlyn. Her cries devolved into a senseless series of moans. The composed, confident Caitlyn crumbled into a writhing mass of pure need. Her face contorted and bent as the pleasure overwhelmed any concern for dignity. Her legs curled instinctively around Melissa’s thighs, trying to pull the other girl closer. Then she melted forward, bending at the waist and head landing between her own legs. A moment before she’d thrashed and screamed with the ferocity of a wild animal, but now she lay as limp and languid as a ragdoll.

Melissa experimentally prodded her friend’s sole again, but this time got no reaction. “No cap, she’s really out.” She lifted the leg and then dropped it, letting it flop back into her lap. “I kinda wish she was still awake to do me. I hate being left out,” she grumbled.

Caleb’s eyes flashed with that mischievous glint. “Oh, you’ve been taken care of already,” he said to Melissa.

She shot him one of her trademarked icy glares and flicked her hand in a dismissive gesture as if to say, “Of course I haven’t, you idiot.” Well, I supposed it was good to know the old Melissa was still in there.

Caleb chuckled. “Still don’t see it? Remember how everyone responded to the word hypnotized?”

I gasped from realization as much as the jolt of pleasure shooting between my legs.

“Yeah, so?” Melissa said with her usual annoyance.

“And it all hit you at once later.”

“I was literally there. I remember.”

“And now they’re all feeling pleasure from it.”

“Oh,” she squeaked as her eyes went wide.

“What goes around comes around, Melissa,” he said, leaning over her chair.

Her scream split the air, even over the raucous crowd. Melissa’s eyes rolled back again, as her flawless face fell into a twisted mask of pleasure. Her whole body spasmed so violently that it disturbed Caitlyn’s legs and sent them tumbling down. Caitlyn’s whole body sagged as gravity began peeling her from her chair. She didn’t so much as flinch, but I yelped and made to catch her.

I found myself wishing I’d gone to the gym after all, as I utterly failed to haul my friend back into her seat. Her body had become total dead weight, and I couldn’t lift her. Ultimately, I settled for lowering her prone form to the stage floor, where she curled up seemingly unbothered.

Only then did I look back up at Melissa, who was still wailing. She had slipped so far forward that her bare shoulders rested against the seat. She’d flung her arms over her head, gripping the seat back for all she was worth, long nails scraping against the hard plastic. A loud ripping noise interrupted the chorus of her moans, as her dress finally lost the battle against her brazenly spreading legs. One toned thigh shot out from the torn seam as she could finally splay her legs fully apart, no doubt flashing much of the crowd based on their reaction. At last, her cries died down to low, steady whimpers.

I supposed I should have been upset. In a sense, my boyfriend had just made another girl cum, really just made all my friends cum, but somehow it didn’t bother me. Maybe it was because it was all for the benefit of the audience, maybe it was the furtive glances that Caleb kept stealing at me, or maybe it was the heat between my own legs. A part of me liked watching them fall under his spell, and I didn’t try to fight that anymore. I knew it didn’t mean the same thing as what we had.

Before she could return to the sweet embrace of trance, Caleb interrupted, sticking his microphone in her face. “So, Melissa, what do you think about hypnosis?”

She bit her lip before answering, voice escaping as a lustful purr. “I like it.”

“You like being hypnotized?”

“I like being hypnotized. It turns me on,” she answered with the same bedroom voice.

“Melissa, loop,” he commanded with a snap of his fingers.

“I like being hypnotized. It turns me on,” she repeated as if she’d said it for the first time. “I like being hypnotized. It turns me on,” she droned on. “I like being hypnotized. It turns me on.”

This little stunt had the unintended effect of exposing me, the lone other waking volunteer, to the word “hypnotized” over and over with the expected results.

“Melissa, sleep,” Caleb commanded.

Melissa’s grip on her seatback released and she tumbled forward, landing with her knees folded beneath her. But she had been so stretched out that she collapsed backwards, legs still spread wide. That did NOT look comfortable, but she seemed unbothered.

Only then did I realize I was alone. Everyone else had returned to the sweet dream of sleep. My skin tingled as I waited to see what Caleb had planned for me.

“Well, that’s about all folks. I’ll just put our last volunteer to sleep, and we’ll wrap up.”

“Wait!” I gasped as the wires finally connected. He didn’t have any other suggestions for me. I lowered my voice. “You’ve been going easy on me! You did wild suggestions with everyone else, but you’ve only used me for group stuff.”

Caleb turned his back on the audience and spoke directly to me. “I thought you might be embarrassed. As soon as your friends stepped up, I started thinking of ways to shift the focus off you.”

My cheeks flushed red. On one hand, it was sweet of him to look out for me. The me of a few months ago, or even a few hours ago, would have loved to hide behind her friends, but that wasn’t me anymore. “I came up here to save you myself. I want you to use me,” I said, meeting his gaze with fiery determination.

“Annie, are you sure?” I could feel his confidence waver in the whisper of his voice. “You’re always bolder in trance. I don’t want to do anything to hurt you.” 

“You won’t.” I knew then that the line between my uninhibited, tranced self, and my waking me had dissolved. I wanted Caleb to know too. He was so close. He just needed a little push. I dropped my voice into the sultriest, most smoldering-est, sigh I could manage. “Don’t hold back, Master.”

Caleb’s eyes went wide. The word ‘Master’ hit him in the face, and I knew I had him. “Well how can I say no after that,” he said before raising the mic again. “Ok, we’ll do one more trick. Annie, watch the fireflies.”

Once more, the entire stage dissolved into a cloud of swirling lights. I watched them, fascinated, floating, free, until Caleb’s words woke me.

“Hi, beautiful,” he said, extending a hand.

“Um, hi.” The familiar curiosity prickled the back of my scalp. What was the suggestion? What did he have planned? I couldn’t wait to find out and I wouldn’t have to. The moment his calloused palm brushed against mine, it sent a bolt of lightning shooting through me. It raced down my arm, leaving tingling, electric pleasure in its wake. “Hiiii,” I repeated, the word involuntarily droning on.

“You said that already,” he answered with that proud-of-himself grin.

“Did I?” I said, trying and failing to sound nonchalant. The longer we touched, the stronger the vibrations of pleasure grew and it made concentrating a challenge to say the least. “Maybe I’m just happy to see you.”

I’d expected him to release my hand, but he did no such thing. He kept holding on and the electric current coursing beneath my skin intensified with every second. “Is that why you’re breathing so hard?”

“I hadn’t noticed,” I lied. It was honestly getting hard not to moan. The electric tingles had flown to my clit like a lightning rod. Then they just stayed there, pulsing and vibrating. My hips fell into rhythm with the thrumming all on their own. I tried to disguise it as fidgeting in my chair, but of course it didn’t get past Mr. Observant.

“Something wrong with your seat?”

“Something wrong with your hand?” I countered. “It seems to be stuck.”

“Maybe I’m just happy to see you,” he said, still not releasing his grip and its relentless infusion of erotic energy.

Never mind that my own hand had seemed to develop a mind of its own. My fingers were wandering innocently towards my lap, although their intentions were less than innocent. The crackling energy was just getting so strong, I wanted to touch myself so bad.

“No touching,” Caleb commanded, as if he could read my mind, which he may as well have been able to. He was basically writing it.

I gave a whimper of protest, my hand still twitching closer to sweet release. Then he rested his hand on the back of mine, and I stopped. “But, Sir . . .”

“I’ll do you one better.” Then with no further warning, he snatched up my left hand and held onto it just like my right.

I felt like my pussy had just been wired to a car battery, in the best way. The power surged through me, dominating my senses with a relentless onslaught of pleasure. I couldn’t help but moan, which drew a round of cheers from the audience.

The sensation overwhelmed any sense of modesty I had left. I threw my head back and started to writhe in my chair as Caleb’s touch carried me towards the edge. “Oh, fuck.”

Caleb leaned close to whisper in my ear. “Don’t hold back, Annie.”

“Yes, Master,” I gasped. My orgasm broke like the sky opening, streaks of white-hot lightning shooting through my body, lighting up my world in one brilliant flash of ecstasy after another. I could barely hear the cheers of the crowd over my own moans. Then, as the pleasure started to fade, my thoughts faded along with it. The last thing I saw was Caleb’s smiling face. Then I was floating again, watching the fireflies. All the noise from the crowd, the rush of my own release, it all just melted and I felt at peace.

I awoke to find myself standing, bent over in a bow. I stood at the edge of the stage. Caleb’s hands had been replaced by Olivia’s and Caitlyn’s. We were all standing and taking a bow, and everyone was clapping. Everyone was clapping. Oh, thank goodness.

I broke the bow and joined Caleb by the microphone. “So how do we feel about erotic hypnosis now?” I asked, remembering to temper my voice this time.

More cheers.

“Not so scary, huh? Pardon my language, but I think it’s fucking hot, and I hope you can see why now.”

I waited for the other shoe to drop, for some other complaint or challenge to come, but none did. Though I did feel a stab of terror and turned to Melissa, who was still standing with Caitlyn.

“Any complaints?”

She looked at me, face the usual inscrutable mask. And then she smiled. Not the perfect, poised smile I’d come to expect, but a warm, lopsided smile. “Nah, fam.”

Caleb leaned over to the mic. “Melissa, how do you feel about hypnosis?”

“Hypnosis turns me on,” she answered without even thinking. More cheers and laughs.

“I may have left that suggestion,” Caleb whispered to me. “Maybe even a few others.”

I only then realized how close Melissa and Caitlyn were standing to each other. I slapped Caleb’s arm. “I thought we said that was bad.”

“Every rule has its exceptions,” he answered with a shrug.

Part of me wanted to argue further, but seeing how happy they looked, I decided to drop it. I turned back to the mic. “Now, can we let the band play or what?” No one objected. I gave Caleb a long kiss before the volunteers gathered our things and headed back onto the dance floor. We all stood together, even Melissa, as Caleb started to play once again. His fingers tapped out a few notes on the keyboard, almost hesitantly, waiting for someone to throw something, but no one did. He played a little more, and then his friends retook their positions, guitar and drums rejoining the piano. Soon the sound of music filled the hall and for the first time all night, I could breathe easy.