Cris Fahey stepped into the manager's office of the 7ty Seven, borderline exhausted. Prepping the club for the Kala-something evening was tough. They were slowly becoming the best moneymaker for the club - good for the owner, but bad for everyone else having to do the work just to get ready. Just about everything fell on Cris' shoulders, though the support staff that came with the event holders was extremely helpful, taking a lot of the weight off of her shoulders prior to.

Needing a break for the sake of recharging, the short-haired blonde locked the door, plopped herself on the couch, and turned on some music she could vibe off of while hoping for a quick nap. When one of her favorite songs, "Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger" by Daft Punk came on, she slowly nodded her head to the song, a little more energized once the song came on, until the headphones found themselves gently removed.

Cris opened her eyes to see what had changed around her, and all there was to see was a silver watch hanging over her head, above her eye-line, making her notice the spiral pattern on both sides, even as it transitioned from hanging above to swinging a little lower so it wasn't a complete strain, and finding the center of the spiral got even easier, even more compelling.

The fact that it was a watch made her gasp "Mistress Alexis" quietly, but she was too out of it to know whom she was so inclined to follow all of a sudden.

"I wouldn't try to lie to yourself about how much you're inclined to stare at...something," a low tenor voice that obviously wasn't Mistress Alexis teased, a skilled cadence following the rhythm of the watch like a pair of sleepy eyes did. Her allegiance to Mistress Alexis was unfortunately as internalized as her burgeoning skill as a subject, making it easy to follow and listen to anyone with a skilled hand at hypnosis.

"Something...pulling your eyes gently. Something...pulling your thoughts easily. Something...letting every other muscle get much needed rest. Something...making lying about wanting to stare at this impossible."

Cris couldn't see who it was swinging it, it sounded like Brian of the Kalatravaasa staff, or Brian just sounded like the pervasive voice in her head. At that moment, she couldn't tell who was swinging it, deaf to logic telling her that it was Brian's watch; it didn't matter as it was there to be stared at, to swirl into the center of each spiral, and she was achieving that with minimal ease.

"Why lie to yourself about how you need to how things when it's so easy to just lie as you are and let things be as they will be, where thoughts will be thought for you, where becoming the thoughts you hear is as easy as every...deep...breath...that's right...deep breaths, just like that...good girl, Cris."

Behind the arm of the couch, Brian Parker chuckled to himself. He liked a challenging subject every now and again, especially ones he could show off. But a practically-gift-wrapped prey just waiting to be set upon, the master hypnotist couldn't think of a hotter scenario. Brian didn't need to say what he needed at that moment, but he'd take great pleasure in telling Cris what she'd need, growing harder as the words flowed out of him.

"Good girl, Cris, you are so good that this. At doing nothing, until I say. At being nothing, until I say. At thinking nothing, until I say. But deep, deep down, do you know what you truly are?"

Baited breath awaited words determining what kind of person drew them.

"You're...employee of the month, Cris." The words Brian came up with made him hard behind the couch, and Cris' crotch start to liquify on top of it.

"You're simply the best at what you do. You work hard, you work smart, and the results of your work always impress everyone around you. The staff of the 7ty Seven, the staff of the Kalatravaasa, everyone is in awe of you. But even awesome need to be in awe..." Brian moved the watch to swing nearly too far above her eyes, threatening a delicious eye roll into her brain before bringing them back. It was nearly as delicious as watching her undo her pants and finger herself on the couch, writhing in his words and suggestions. He thankfully locked the door she though was locked and closed all the blinds, leaving this little scene their private treat.

"Feel how you are the best, feel the reward only the best get. The best get to feel pleasure the hardest, because they know the best can feel it better. They can feel it faster. They can feel it stronger. Good girl, Cris. Stroke yourself harder for me, feel it only get better. Do it faster for Master Brian. Do it stronger for Master Brian. Enjoy being employee of the month, now!"

He was practically humping the back of the couch, somehow able to keep his watch-swinging steady as Cris edged harder and harder. Neither knew the song on her phone was playing on repeat, or that it set the entire rhythm of the scene. Brian couldn't believe how he was edging to fuck with Cris the way he wanted to the most behind closed doors.

"Harder for me. Better for me. Faster for me. Stronger for me," Brian's words devolved into. "Harder for me. Better for me. Faster for me. Stronger for m-mmmmmmmmmmm...." On the verge, Brian eventually found the words to bring him over the precipice. ".....Mistress Alexis. Harder for Her! Better for Her! Faster for Her! Stronger for Herrrrr!"

***

Cris woke up maybe fifteen minutes after she laid down on the couch, her loins radiating pleasure to everywhere else in her body. She felt honestly rejuvenated and rested after an affirming nap. It took her a minute to notice both her phone and Master Brian against the couch still playing on repeat. Seeing the damp spot in his pants, whispering Mistress's name set her off again as well.

Cris kept finding reasons to not doubt Mistress Alexis, but her "emotional jukebox" idea, making Brian hypnotically cater to her requests just by a public playlist on her phone...Cris tried not to think too hard about it as she searched for a spare set of pants for times like this. There was a spare set around for Brian too, he'd find them when he eventually woke up after she left, thinking what happened would satiate his ego enough. 

As she changed her clothes, her energized self suddenly spoke aloud, "I am employee of the month, Mistress Alexis is the best boss ever."

Cris giggled to herself, a pep in her programmed step as she left the office to get back to work.