One of Clarke’s first thought on Friday when he got into the office wasn’t ‘Thank god it’s Friday,’ it was: ‘Thank god Ditzy Donna wasn’t wearing her crystal.”

If you’d asked Clarke on Monday what he thought about Donna Wright, he’d have said, in polite

company, that she was a bit of a character and that she seemed a little too in her own world sometimes. In other company he’d say she was a space cadet with great tits, but he’d say that not-in-a-mean-way.
stuck. “Ditzy Donna” was what one of the temps called her a few months back, and in some circles it had

It wasn’t because the woman was a bimbo, she wasn’t a gum chewing bleach job or anything like it, and she wasn’t dumb in a vapid pretty girl way, she was just always out there somewhere mentally. And despite the fact she always seemed like she was distracted by a math problem, it was hard not to be attracted to her.

It wasn’t just Clarke either, most of the guys in the office were a little sweet on Donna, Ditzy or not. She was conventionally pretty, and tall-ish for a girl, and sometimes if she wore heels she was just tall.

She was curvy too, her boobs were the most noticeably round part of her, but she had a nice bubble but, and her legs were shapely and long for her frame, but sometimes it was hard to notice all of that.

Donna didn’t dress for her body, or for work really, she wore loose plain clothing most of the time, sweaters and long skirts that were plain and unflattering, and the only time you could tell she was as built as she was was during the warmer months when you got a better sense of her “too much yoga and too many spiritual voyage weekends” personality in her wardrobe.

Her hair was always up, and it made her hair look like darker shade of brown than it was. In the right light she was almost honey blonde, but in the office it looked, well, it looked brown, plain and brown like her eyes, and that was it.

On Monday morning Clarke hadn’t given her much thought save for the occasional uninspired tug to fall asleep at night, and that was mainly because he was a breast man and those were the days when she seemed to accidently show off more of what she had than usual.

Monday

But by Tuesday morning all of that had changed.

“Can I ask you something Clarke? It’s important, and I really need an honest answer. And it’s kind of private so can I shut the door?”

That’s what she’d said to initiate conversation and Clarke remembered how he shrugged a little when she did, then watched her as she walked over to his desk.

She’d wanted to know if he’d noticed any changes in her performance, if she seemed more reliable and more attentive lately, and honestly, her asking was kind of a pleasant surprise. He liked the idea that she valued his opinion, and that she was aware of her professional shortcomings.

He’d thought about it for a moment and realized she had seemed a little more attentive and focused lately, and when he said as much, she smiled and held up a clear crystal ball that hung from a thin golden

he didn’t know what it had to do with anything.
Then, she started telling him about how she’d gotten it to help her mediate and to, in her words,

become more focused and attentive, and that sometimes she would hold it up and stare into the center of it and just lose track of time as she visualized her energy being drawn into it, making her more focused and attentive.

She told him how helpful her crystal had been in making her feel so focused and attentive, and it was so useful now that she could hold it up for a short time and stare into the center of it, and everything else would fade away.

Donna had gone on like that for a little while, he wasn’t sure how long because sometimes it was easier to let her talk than to really listen, but eventually the chain went back around her neck and the crystal ball dangled down over her breasts again, and he’d gotten so used to looking into it, staring into the center of the crystal, that he’d hadn’t realized he was basically ogling her tits right in front of her.

She said, “See, it’s really effective, and it’s really relaxing too. You’re so much more relaxed and focused now just hearing about it, you’re so attentive and ready to finish your day, and I know it’s so good, it’s so freeing to feel this way right?”

Then she smiled at him and left the office, and he disappeared into his work shortly thereafter.
Until, she came in right before closing time.
Her sweater was off, and her breasts were on display in a cream colored blouse that clung to her curves

and showed off her cleavage. “I just wanted to thank you for early, listening to me talk about working on being so much more focused and attentive, so much more relaxed and keyed in, open to take everything in now you know, and I really appreciate how much you appreciate how helpful my crystal is to stay focused and attentive, and relaxed and open, and everything.”

Those three words Focused And Attentive had snapped his eyes back to the clear crystal orb despite his attempts to not overtly stare at her deep cleavage. The words, “I know sometimes I’m a little weird and out there for some people, but think about how helpful my crystal is, think about it okay?”

She left without an answer from him, and that night his time alone was anything but uninspired.

On Tuesday, Clarke’s imagination had come to life about the day before, but he didn’t pay much attention to it.

Tuesday

All the talk about meditation and energy was so on-brand for Donna that he just took it all in stride. What was the alternative, she’d waved a crystal in front of his face and hypnotized him?

Even for Ditzy Donna that would have been pretty out there.
So, he forgot about it and got on with his morning.
She was wearing a white mock turtleneck that day, and when he saw her, she smiled as she passed him

by and said, “Another day of being focused and attentive right?” and just kept walking.
He hadn’t really had a chance to have his eyes drop down to her necklace again, but he felt the urge to,

in part because her top was a tighter fitting outer layer than it usually was. Then, after lunch, she was back in his office waiting for him.

too.”

She was playing with the chain on her crystal and his eyes moved to the little ball again as she spoke, then she said, “Why don’t I show you exactly what I do?”

Without prompting or asking, she closed the door, then sat across from Clarke and took her crystal off again, holding it up between the two of them.

“You felt more focused and attentive yesterday, you were relaxed and time moved faster and was more full, and this was because you were so focused and attentive that you were really in the moment weren’t you?”

He was, he had been, and before he’d started thinking about anything else about what happened yesterday, he’d thought a lot about how pleasant everything was and how good to be as keyed in as he was.

There was also something pleasant about the way Donna was explaining everything. He had never heard her sound as knowing as she did in that moment, she was normally so scatterbrained, but now, being in her world of expertise, he had found himself enjoying her confidence.

“It’s all in my crystal, so I hold it up and I look into the center like this, and I hold my hand as still as possible like this, and I say the words I am focused and attentive to myself and sometimes I say them out loud, and sometimes the crystal swings a little and I follow it with my eyes and then I keep thinking those words over and over, and I start to let go like this, letting go and relaxing like this, until I’m in the moment now, in the moment now.”

Her voice trailed off as she spoke, and it was complimentary to how suddenly rapt Clarke’s attention had become.

He didn’t know how long they were there or when he joined her in repeating the words ‘I am focused and attentive’ under his breath, but when Donna spoke again, when he heard her speak again and not just see her lips moving, he felt great.

“I think you’re feeling very focused and attentive now, and I bet if I told you we could do this together every day it would be so natural for you to start to look forward to it. I bet you like that idea too don’t you?”

He could see the appeal since he was feeling the results, but daily meditation mantras and crystals were a little too out there for him, so he just smiled and nodded, and he put out as much of a polite and affable vibe as possible.

It was, he figured, enough to satisfy her because he really didn’t want to go further down this mystical “woo woo” road.

Donna’s smile was wide and electric and when she left his office she offered up something that felt like a reminder, “My crystal makes you focused and attentive, and it’s all in my crystal.”

Shortly after Donna had left, Clarke had started to think about the crystal again, the way it dangled over those great breasts, and how she seemed so much more engaging and interesting, so much more charismatic and less silly even when she was talking about stuff he thought was really not his thing.

And all told, he blew off the idea of being hypnotized again because there was no way that could have happened. He was hoping, maybe against himself, that she would come back tomorrow for more.

Wednesday came and went in a bit of a blur.

Wednesday

had no idea how he managed to stay on top of everything, but during a couple of slow moments, between calls, and meetings, and everything else, Donna had managed to stop by.

She was wearing knee high leather boots over her jeans, and her black high necked blouse was belted around her waist, and she looked much different than Clarke had ever seen her look at work.

He guessed maybe her increased comfort and ability had inspired her to take things a little differently, but he didn’t have a lot of time to think about it.

Every time she came in, she stopped for a moment before she left to play with the chain on her crystal, reminding Clarke to stay focused and attentive, and those little visits were a boost to his mood and his energy.

Then, the day was over, and Donna was in his office just as he was about to leave.

“How was your day?” With those boots she was dead on eye level with him and her smile, which always seemed a little simple or scattered was brighter now and lit up his office, “You seemed really focused and attentive today.”

His eyes moved to her crystal, and her smile only grew, “It really does help doesn’t it?”

“I guess it does. Anyway, I was getting ready to head out and...” his words trailed off as the crystal started to dance on the chain a little more, her hand playing with the chain, and the fabric of her blouse also seemed tighter.

“It’s very important not to lose all the work you’ve made so far, practicing every day is very important, and I think you’re feeling the relaxing benefits of being so focused and attentive.” The easy flow of her words and their confidence stood out against the pleasant and ever present bubbly roll of her cadence, and as he found himself staring into the center of the little crystal ball, watching is swing back and forth above her breasts.

Agreeing with her felt like second nature.

She took off her necklace and held it up between the two of them again, and as it danced there in front of his eyes, their gazes meeting, she laughed an embarrassed little laugh, “We should sit down for this shouldn’t we?”

All of the momentum Clarke had behind him as he was getting ready to go fell away, and he moved to set up their chairs as they were the day before.

There was a little thrill to her visit now, one that seemed more pronounced than her work visits earlier because she was making time to visit him, making a deliberate choice to be alone with him in his office.

It was flattering.

When she sat down across from him and started to raise the crystal up, his eyes followed, and when she said the words I am focused and attentive, he said them as well.

As the words left his lips he felt a wave of calm wash over his entire body, and as his eyes focused more fully on the center of the crystal, it started to swing slowly back and forth.

“There’s another technique I’ve learned, if you focus on the crystal as it swings, and you focus on its center, just watching, focusing as it moves back and forth, letting the motion relax you, letting your attention become fully drawn into the center, it increases your focus and attention, becoming more focused and attentive with every swing.”

Now, to Clarke who was easily caught up in everything, it did seem like Ditzy Donna was trying to hypnotize him.

doing, or maybe it was because she caught herself being a bit spacey.
“This isn’t very fair of me,” she pulled her crystal out and let the little ball dangle and spin by its chain

in front of her breasts, “you need to be focused and attentive, focused and attentive now, you feel so relaxed and open when you’re focused and attentive.”

Then, she dropped the crystal back down under her top and smiled at him, “I’ll show you more after lunch, you need more after lunch.”

She walked out of his office, again not giving him a chance to offer an answer or respond at all.

The next couple of hours somehow both passed very slowly and impossibly quickly, because he was both very keyed in to work and surprisingly compelled to see Donna again.

It was, he thought possible that all her meditation was really accidentally hypnotizing him, or that she didn’t know what she was doing as much as it seemed, or that he just realized he had a crush on her and hypnotism had nothing to do with it, but he wasn’t sure about any of it.

It also set him a little on edge as his mind wandered over the possibilities.

If she could hypnotize him like this, so quickly and so easily, if it could be so obvious and so subtle all at once, and he just let it happen, if he just seemingly let Ditzy Donna into his mind, what else was she doing to him, what else could she do to him? How much of the last few days had really been what he wanted, and how much of it was him responding to being put in a trance?

And all of that slowed his morning down and started to distract him.

It started to gnaw at the back of his mind, and the more he tried to block it out, the less clearly he could think, until by some desperate means his mind made him shut his eyes, visualize the crystal, and mumble the words “I am relaxed and focused”, and just like that, he was.

Just like that, he felt better about everything and in experiencing the value of what Donna had been sharing he let go of all those other thoughts.

Hypnosis couldn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to do, he knew that for a fact, and she was so good-natured that it had to have been an accident if she was putting him into a trance.

The day was shaping up to be mercifully slow, and when he got back from lunch he found Donna waiting for him again.

“Can I ask you something?” Her voice had really started to grow on him and her tone had really become a comfortable and welcoming sound. It didn’t seem as distant or whimsical as it had once sounded, and part of that had to be that she was doing better at work, and that he was kind of charmed by her spacy-ness.

He shut the door behind him, “Sure Donna.”

“Were you thinking about how you wanted more time with me?” The way she asked, the way she looked at him, it was still innocent sounding, or seeming at least, but it gave him a shiver of a thrill he tried desperately not to show.

“To practice I mean.” Her tone shifted to an unspoken ‘what did you think I mean, silly’ sort of vibe, and that shiver dissipated into him covering his own embarrassing stumble of excitement.

“Actually, yes, yes I did. I even tried to visualize the crystal and say I am focused and attentive.” When he said this to her, he felt a wave of calm, weaker than what he felt earlier but still noticeable and real, wash over him like before.

“I was also thinking,” he hadn’t planned on bringing this up but it was happening anyway, “some of this stuff seems a lot like hypnosis.”

She smiled.

“I never really thought about it like that before, but I guess it is. I think it’s probably because I have a crystal and hold it up and everything, but really we’re just meditating together, and there’s a lot of similarities I think because they’re both trance states in a way, I mean, I guess.”

As she spoke, she moved to unbutton the top of her blouse again, but she stopped. “Can you help me with this, I cut my finger and I’m kind of clumsy and it’s kind of stuck.”

The shiver of excitement came back in a rush, and he did notice the band-aid on her right pointer finger. 

“If I were hypnotizing you, “ she looked him dead in the eye and smiled as he undid the top button, “I don’t think I’d need the crystal to do it right? What we’re doing is all in the crystal, it’s what helps us to become focused and attentive, and relaxed and open, one more please.”

His hands moved down as he nodded, and with a second button her cleavage was beginning to be revealed. “It really is all in the crystal, and hearing our mantra. Repeating the words to yourself, focused and attentive, you are focused and attentive?”

She hung the question out there and he responded, “I am focused and attentive.”

“Well, it helps, but it isn’t the same, and you really need to see the crystal, we both really need to see the crystal to be focused and attentive, and open, and relaxed, and one more button, yes?”

Clarke said yes before he realized what he’d just agreed to, which was after he’d already undone a third

button.“Can you see my crystal? Clarke? Are you staring into its center and feeling focused and attentive? One more button.”

Again he said yes, again he undid another button, and now he saw her very low plunging white tank top and he was staring into the center of the crystal ball as it dangled down just far enough to be fully in her cleavage.

“I promised you more, and you’ve gotten more. You are very calm now, you are very relaxed and open, you are focused and attentive, and you feel wonderful about this, you feel wonderful about what you’ve done to help me and you like helping me, and I like helping you, and I want to help you more later, I want to help you more after work, and you can have even more of what you have right now.”

With those words she cupped her breasts and watched as his eyes stayed glued to the crystal, but still saw a flicker of excitement in them as she did.

“And you want more, you’ll be thinking about having even more, being even more focused and attentive with me, and for me. Now, help me with my buttons, staying calm and relaxed, staying focused and attentive, help me button up.”

As he reached for the lowest button, she took his hands in hers, and pressed them against her chest, his palms flat over her breasts.

“Donna, I don’t think...”

She squeezed his hands on hers, making him squeeze her breasts, and as this happened Clarke desperately tried to sort out the beginning and the end of what was going on, but when she said, “Now the buttons please” and let him go, it all ended as quickly as it started.

Once he’d buttoned her back up she left his office without another word.

45 minutes later, she was back.
It wa sunder some pretense of work, but when she came in, she had the chain of her crystal in her hand.

“I realize you might have gotten a little bit of extra energy from earlier. I’m sorry, I know I was out of line.” As she spoke, she’d started to swing the crystal back and forth with the same absentminded ease that she carried herself and spoke.

“I know you like me, and I like you too, and I got a little carried away, and it’s work, and we need to be focused and attentive when we’re at work don’t we? There’s better ways to test how locked in we are, more appropriate ways right? Right now, you can test yourself by watching the crystal, remember, it’s all in the crystal.”

Something was building up inside of Clarke, a sense of urgency that was pounding at the back of his skull, a voice that was only softened by the pillow-y warmth and ease of the woman in his office and her spacy good natured flirtations and sweetness.

He wanted to say stop, to offer up some ground rules and boundaries, but as the crystal ball dangled in front of his eyes and continued to swing, the words focused and attentive kept repeating in his head over and over, and he couldn’t bring himself to speak up.

“Did you ever call me Ditzy Donna, tell me the truth.”

He said yes, and nodded as he did, then he stopped staring and looked up at her, a frown on his face as he realized what had just happened.

“That wasn’t very nice of you was it?”

When she asked, she was laughing, and smiling, and whatever guilt he was feeling, whatever that pang of raw unexpected emotion that snapped him out of it fell away as she laughed a little more.

“I don’t blame you, I am a little out there. But that’s why it’s so important that I work on the things I need to change. I bet you’d be happier if you changed some things too.”

And once again, she was out the door.

This time, her sudden exit came with the vibe that she’d just remembered something she was supposed to be doing, and Clarke laughed to himself as she left,

Donna had probably remembered she had an actual job to do. An hour later she was back, this time with some files.

They made some small talk about work, and then she left, but before she did she asked if he was still looking forward to practicing more after work.

He said he didn’t know for sure. She smiled, and asked if he was still feeling the side-effects from earlier, then left before he could ask what she meant, or to respond at all.

A half an hour later his boss came by to tell Clarke he was impressed with how much he’d gotten done this week and it was the kind of work that could get him an off-cycle raise if he kept it up. Clarke’s boss didn’t hand out the compliments or extra money very often.

So, he paged out and asked for Donna to come to his office.

“I wanted to say thank you. I just realized how much you’ve helped me this week, and I would really enjoy working with you more tonight after work. I don’t want to lose what I’ve been practicing.”

She smiled.
“I knew you’d want to.”

It was so sweet and so simply confident that it wasn’t until after Donna left again that Clarke started to think about the implication of what she’d said.

Maybe he should leave early, just offer up some bullshit excuse and head out now, then figure out what to do about Donna tonight and deal with her tomorrow.

But what was there to deal with?

What did he want to deal with?

He liked her, he had a real honest to goodness crush on her, and he pretty much always had. It just took the events of the week to line things up, especially since she was putting the moves on him; she was the one being inappropriate.

Well, equally inappropriate.

She was still a subordinate, even thought she didn’t work directly for him, and Clarke had never been one of those guys that looked at the administrative pool as a hunting ground.

Then, he closed his eyes and visualized her crystal.

He did his best not to think too much about how her breasts had felt and he repeated the words ‘I am focused and attentive’ first to himself then out loud, seeing the crystal ball on the end of the chain in his head and feeling his mind and body start to untie itself as everything in his inner life moved with an unfounded grace into clarity and perspective.

The day came to and end but he had found his pace again so he worked through many of his peers departing, and it wasn’t until Donna was in his office that he became more aware of what time it was.

She’d knocked on his open door before stepping inside, and as he looked up he saw the door closing behind her. Seeing her there like that, dressed so differently than he was used to, remembering her confidence that he’d never really seen in her or appreciated before this week, it was hard to imagine her as the spacey busty girl she’d been before Monday.

The equilibrium he’d been feeling was gone, and now he realized he was nervous about her. Clarke felt anxious about what was going to happen, about what she was going to do and was able to do to him.

She was smiling at him, not in a predatory or knowing way, but with broad simple happiness. “I can’t wait to get started. It’s so much more effective and so much more fun to be able to share this with you. I feel different too, in every part of my life now, especially since I saw how effective it was for you too. Does that make sense?”

He became acutely aware of how close she had moved to him, and how he’d risen to his feet when she came in, moving almost like a cornered animal, but she seemed to shift back into Ditzy Donna in front of his eyes as she spoke.

“Look at the crystal, look into the center of the crystal Clarke, you are focused and attentive, and when you hear those words or think those words you feel very relaxed and open, it becomes easier for you to listen and easier for you to follow along, it feels natural to be focused and attentive, and whenever you see my crystal, you will find it impossible not to stare into its center because it’s all in the crystal, and even now you feel your eyes are locked on the center.”

She spoke quickly, and it almost sounded like a lighthearted accounting of some story that didn’t matter. The words weren’t bossy or overbearing, they just flowed, and as they did, his eyes became more and more locked on the center of the crystal. So much so that he hardly noticed her bra sliding off.

“Look into the crystal, your mind is focused and attentive, it’s all the crystal, only the crystal, see the crystal and experience the sight of everything else, two separate things happening all at once, focused and attentive, open and accepting, relaxed now, so relaxed as your body feels what it feels naturally.”

She spoke with that same airy easiness that helped her earn her nickname, but it also helped him to feel comfortable with the swell in his pants. He was aware that there were two very large breasts framing her crystal, he was aware that he was being turned on, but his attention was held and consumed by her crystal.

“Where is your focus and attention now Clarke?”

Finally, an easy answer, “In your crystal.”

“Why is that?”

“Because it’s all in the crystal.” It felt good to have the answer, it felt good to have those words ready, it was so easy to have them prepared by her too, to have had her tell him what he knew.

“You are relaxed and open when you are focused and attentive, and you’re feeling so grateful now, and you want to help me the way I helped you, so you’ll help me with a test, you’ll help me with a process to improve things for both of us, and you want to, you want to because you want to help me, and it helps that I know what you want. Come here and put your hands on my breasts Clarke.”

He faltered, his hands moving up then stopping, like a robot that needed oil.

It struck him then that she was tasking him with what she thought he wanted, and again he knew that even thought this felt like exactly what he desired, he didn’t like not having a say.

“Where is your focus?” She asked him with a confused and giddy ring to her words like she was trying to understand what he was saying and doing, and why he wasn’t groping her yet.

“In the crystal.” His monotone response caught him by surprise, and then his hands moved on their own again. Her question and her tone had worked.

“Clarke, that feels very good, It feels good for you too, so good.” With his hands massaging her breasts, he was unable to reach down to stop her as she unfastened his belt and loosened his pants.

“I can feel your body moving as you mind stays focused and attentive on my crystal and only my crystal now. Your body is doing what comes naturally, your hands are rubbing and massaging my breasts because it’s natural for you, it’s natural to want them, they’re so compelling and so distracting, they’re all you can think about sometimes, do you think about them when you masturbate?”

His yes was short and almost shameful, but it wasn’t up to him to pick his words anymore, the answers to her questions came and went without any real recognition on his part.

She positioned herself so that her massive breasts provided a backdrop for the sight, and Clarke sat stock still, rapt and glassy eyed.

“It’s all in the crystal, all of your focus and attention is in the crystal, the crystal pulls it out of you, the crystal is pulling your focus out of you now. Your body is focused on physical pleasure, your body is excited by my breasts, your body is focused on the way my breasts make you feel, and every spin of the crystal is pulling that out, watch the crystal, it’s all in the crystal and you don’t need to think about what I’m saying, your body is focused on arousal, and my crystal is pulling it out.”

He felt a little twitch of pure physical delight as the crystal made a revolution around the head of his cock, then another, and another, as his eyes took in the sight of her full and wonderful breasts all without him truly seeing them.

“Your cock is feeling very focused and attentive now, your cock is filled with focus on my breasts and is being drawn to my crystal, your cock wants to give its focus to my crystal, it’s all in the crystal by letting the crystal pull it all out, all of that focused energy for my breasts can come out now.”

“Lie down.”

He did.

“Look into the crystal, it’s all in the crystal, everything is in the crystal. My crystal makes you focus on

The crystal swung in another circle and a trickle of cum started to bubble out of the head. It circled again, “Cum out now.”

He was leaking like he was being milked.

“Cum out now.”

The crystal spun its orbit around him over and over and he became a sticky mess, throbbing weak orgasmic pulses of release. Then he was sticky, spent, and soft, and Donna held the crystal up in front of his me, my crystal makes you attentive to my needs.” She stripped down to nothing but her boots and straddled him, her pussy hovering over his mouth, her crystal dangling above his eyes.

“You are focused on me now, attentive to my needs now, relaxed and comfortable with what you will do for me, to help me, because you know you want to help me. You know it’s automatic when you see my crystal to do anything to help me.”

When he said yes, she lowered herself over his face and unabashedly used him for over an hour. When he came to, he was alone in his office with her taste in his mouth.
He felt cheap and hollow, he felt used, and he felt profoundly disoriented.
He sat there for a while until his emotions settled, and even though he felt hollowed out, even though his mind was flashing with moments that felt like they happened to someone else, there was a thrill somewhere in the shame and the sense of degradation.

He didn’t want to admit it to himself, but when he got home he couldn’t stop himself from jerking off, thinking about her, and after the pleasure, he slept.

His dreams were filled with two large breasts and crystal ball dangling on a golden chain. His dreams were filled with a bubbly musical voice that haunted him with its sweetness.

After a cup of coffee and an hour of reviewing emails and some other paperwork, he realized that while all of this week had been crazy, Ditzy Donna was still Ditzy Donna. Even though somewhere in the mess of his mind and memories, in the chaos of his recollection, he thought he could hear her saying she wasn’t.

It didn’t seem very nice to think of her that way.

That little voice in the back of his head that told him it wasn’t nice to think of her like that, that sounded like her voice, was very compelling and he would have agreed except Clarke was of the opinion that what she’d done to him last night wasn’t very nice either.

So after spending an hour on what should have taken twenty minutes, after having his mind racing from work, to her, to his own feelings, to doubting his feelings, to work, to her again, to coffee, to how much he wished he could indulge in clearing his mind with those three simple words, and then work again, Friday was off to a great start.

The good news though was that if she really had forgotten the crystal then that could also be a relief. The crystal did have an added effect on him, and after what she used it to do last night...

His thought process was wholly derailed by the fact she’d made him cum in one long sloppy leaky stretch, all without laying a hand on him.

Well, it was good that the crystal wasn’t here, because as she said, it was all in the crystal. And, and she had also ...

Walked into his office again, this time with her sweater unbuttoned.

There was still no crystal but the sight of her deep cleavage and the round softness of her large breasts was more than enough to fascinate him, at least for a moment.

“I hope you haven’t been too distracted this morning. I’m having a hard time focusing without my crystal. I really think I rely on it too much.”

She had this habit of starting a conversation instantly and without concern for whatever he or anyone else was doing. It was part of the reason he thought that maybe she was more innocent and unaware of her actions than maybe she really was. But, her chest was captivating him in a way it never had before, and it had become hard for him to realize what he was doing as he stared.

There was something there though, like a song he didn’t remember the words to that was stuck in his head, and it inspired him to look away, to look into her eyes and when he saw her light and sunny disposition he felt doubt once again working its way through his mind.

Why was it so hard to reconcile what she’d done to him and who she was?
Why was it so hard to finish a thought all of a sudden?
“It looks like you’re having a hard time today too.” She was smiling and he couldn’t tell if she was bemused or smirking, and how long had he sat there staring at her chest? “I hope you’re not too distracted.” She walked over to his desk and leaned forward, giving him more than an eyeful down her dress, “Just remember, you can also let your mind becomes focused and attentive any time, and you can remember, “ she brought her hand up to her chest, “right where my crystal hangs, if that helps at all.”

She’d moved her finger to her collarbone, then down to her chest and started tracing a little circle right where the ball of her crystal usually sat.

“Donna, I think it’s time for you to go. I’m going to leave early for the day, and on Monday I hope you and I won’t have this conversation again.” It felt so stilted, it felt so off to say those words out loud, and it felt contrary to what he really wanted, or at least what part of him really wanted.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, “ she was still tracing that little circle, or was it a spiral, and even though he’d meant to stand up when he’d spoke to her, to try and pressure her out of his office, he stayed seated with his eyes still essentially glued to her breasts.

“If you leave now, you won’t see my crystal again until Monday, and you’re already feeling the effects of not seeing my crystal, because you know it’s all in my crystal isn’t it Clarke?”

She was pleading with him, and she sounded confused on his behalf, “And that’s a long time when you’re so unfocused and you’re so out of sorts and distracted.”

He closed his eyes again and tried to center himself once more, but when he opened his eyes, they went right back to her breasts, right back to her finger tracing that little circle, spiraling around and round between her breasts..

“I’m sorry, I just miss how it feels, and I think you miss it too. You can remember how it looks right here, how it sits right here, and you like it, you like how it feels.”

He blinked again, but this time it was because his mind had been jolted by how easily his imagination held on to what she was saying. It felt like he was losing steam, or losing his sense of resolve, and that should have made him want to fight harder but he didn’t have the wherewithal anymore to sort out what he needed to do. Instead, he just stared her breasts.

“I think you miss it too, since it has all your focus, it’s all in my crystal, you’re all in my crystal because it’s all in my crystal. And you wish it was here, because you wish you were here don’t you?”

“You’re doing it again.” It wasn’t a lot of fight, but the observation kept him anchored so he was at least aware of what was happening to him as she walked around the desk to stand over him.

“You’re thinking about being here, like my crystal normally is, you’re thinking about how much you like when your focus is in my crystal, when you’re focused and attentive, relaxed and open, and you want to feel that way now.”

He tried not to look, but those breasts were inches away from his face and he was starting to find it impossible to think about anything else, like all the separate thoughts and instincts in his mind were being wiped away, and there was just her breasts.

“I want you to think about my crystal, how would it look if you were staring at it now and I did this to your focus, “ she pushed her breasts together and Clarke knew that if her crystal ball was dangling there it would disappear between them and his focus would do the same thing, and in that moment it did.

He zoned out for a second as she rubbed her breasts together in his face.
“And you’re so unfocused now that your body’s also feeling it isn’t it?”
She took a few steps back and looked down at his crotch. The shame was there again, somewhere deep

inside of him he felt it, and the sense of failure on his part and the awareness of his weakness started to dispel the hold she was taking over him again.

“I want you to be focused and attentive now Clarke,” she pushed her tits up and let them bounce, “That’s all. Stop fighting, stop keeping yourself from being centered, stop resisting what you really want.”

She stood there playing with her tits in his office and it started to feel like staring into the center of her crystal, and even the shame fell silent at the sight of her breasts.

They bounced and rolled before his eyes, their every movement spreading a desire for silence through his mind and a sense of calm through his body. He was becoming more enthralled with every passing moment and every hypnotic motion.

“Stop fighting, be focused and attentive.” Her breasts were even more enthralling with every word, he felt himself becoming more fully entranced, and at that moment he just let it happen.

“You are calm and relaxed, you are focused on my breasts and attentive to my words.” He was feeling warm now, his body was still and suddenly heavy but it was easier than what he had been thinking.

“Ditzy Donna’s boobs are hypnotizing you.” Those words came out of nowhere, and were she to have been cold or crass, and not warm and enthusiastic, he might have caught the sarcastic smirk on her face.

“Ditzy Donna’s big boobs are hypnotizing you Clarke, and you’re so focused on being entranced now, just like when I use my crystal to hypnotize you.”

“Stop,” the word came out of his mouth and it carried a horrible word of self-doubt and embarrassment as he realized he had been right about everything.

“You don’t want me to stop, not really, it’s not what your cock wants.” She moved closer to him again and bent forward to once again make sure he could only see her breasts and the place where her crystal normally sat.

“You knew it all along, but you didn’t think Ditzy Donna could do this to you, you don’t remember, but you told me. I tricked you into sharing more than you remember, then I convinced you I wasn’t Ditzy Donna at all and that created a disconnect in your mind that made you more vulnerable to me. There are moments in our little talks that you don’t remember, but you never thought spacy Donna, Donna with her big boobs, Ditzy Donna could possibly take control of you. Isn’t that right?”

“No. That’s not, that never...” He stopped himself, his mind was sinking into a thick fog of confusion. Was she lying now, was she telling the truth? How could he possibly remember what he couldn’t remember?

“Yes it is, everything I say is true, I’m not smart enough to lie to you remember, my big boobs and my spacy brain make it too hard to think I could ever lie to you don’t they?” The way she was playing with them, the way they rolled under her fingertips, threatening to spill out of her dress, kept pulling his train of thought out of his own reason and control and into the softness in front of him.

It was getting harder not to lose himself, it was getting harder not to let go and let the gentle roll of her flesh carry him away. It was getting harder in part because he was also rock hard and that was draining his resolve.

“Remember now, remember my crystal ball swinging back and forth in front of my boobs, and remember telling me all of your fears and all of your hunches about being focused and attentive, remember telling me everything, and remember how right you were and how wrong you are.”

Something was cracking inside of him, some sense of depth and reason, some sense of time and truth, and facts, and the order of everything was falling out of place. The only constant now was her breasts, and he couldn’t look away from them even if he wanted to.