Trish sat in the chair across from Sally. The two women were in Sally’s hotel room and they were taking a break from the high energy of the hypnocon, or so Sally thought. In fact, they had negotiated the scene the night before, including Sally not remembering it. 

“The coffee was bad this morning,” Trish said. “Tasted all burnt, like the grounds got into it.”

“It was,” Sally agreed. “Tomorrow morning we should go to a real cafe.”

“Yeah. We can get pastries, too,” Trish said. She smiled as the posthypnotic suggestion took effect and Sally moaned. 

“I think I’ll get something chocolate,” Trish continued. 

Sally pressed her face into her sleeve as the pleasure intensified and she moaned again. 

“Are you alright?” Trish asked. 

“Yeah  . . . I’m – I’m fine. I’m good,” Sally lied. “It’s suddenly quite hot in here, isn’t it? Don’t know what’s wrong with the heating.”

She took her sweater off and tossed it on the bed.

“Well, as long as you’re comfortable,” Trish said. “By the way, I got tickets to see that new Marvel movie that’s coming out.”

“Oh, cool. I haven’t been to a movie theater in ages.”

“Me either. I’m really excited for the popcorn, it just tastes better at a theater than if you pop it yourself.”

Sally was caught by surprise. She moaned again and then with the second “pop” actually squeaked and even screamed in pleasure, clapping her hands over her mouth as her face turned bright red. 

“And maybe,” Trish said. “I’ll get some strawberry Twizzlers, too.”

Sally couldn’t handle the pleasure and orgasmed, writhing so much that she slid out of the chair. She would have fallen, but Trish caught her and lowered her gently to the ground. Then, as the orgasm subsided, Trish put her into trance and canceled all the suggestions, both for the pleasure and allowing her to remember their negotiation.