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[00:01:48] Speaker A: Our story today is titled the hypnotist.
I'm sure you will love it.
I was 24, just out of culinary school and out of the closet. I fell in love with a woman and we were together for six glorious months until I found out she was cheating on me.
This heartbreak motivated my move back to Charlotte, where, to my surprise, things had changed quite a bit in the five years or so I had been gone.
The nightlife was great, the local music scene inspiring new art galleries were opening all over the place.
Not much for lesbians it is true, but I was doing the online dating thing and met some cool girls as well as the requisite cooks. I was free and independent and could feel myself becoming the woman I wanted to be. It felt good.
I soon got a job as a sous chef at a high end place on the bank's development right next to the baseball stadium. I was passionate about food then.
The business had not taken its toll on me yet.
My boss, the executive chef, really took me under his wing.
If our owner decided to expand into new markets and I did my job well, I might hope to be in charge of my own place in a year or two. The dream was to eventually own and run my own spot, but 1ft in front of the other first things first.
I started making friends and soon had a busy social life going. A chef's schedule is always hectic and crazy. Maybe that is why so many of us get into drugs and alcohol.
You tend to need a lot of stress relief.
I tend to stick to booze and weed, but if someone offered me mushrooms, I would not say no.
Probably my closest friend. There was a bartender named Annie. She was a beautiful, shapely strawberry blonde, my age and newly married. Her husband, Kyle, was one of our floor managers, a really friendly, down to earth sort of guy.
They were outgoing and I started hanging out with them and their friends. Quite a bit like me. They were really into indie rock, so we were always going to sing cool new bands and of course, getting fucked up. We were heavy partiers. I would come to work early, do my invoices, make out the prep list, call in orders, and maybe work on the daily special or the soup du jour. Feeling like I had been cleaned out on the inside with bleach and a scouring pad. Dying to sleep but pushing through as a female chef with mostly male staff, I could not let those boys see any weakness.
I had to be a warrior.
Our food was good.
Reviews were positive in the local press. People were coming in the door. My owner and my chef were pleased we were making money.
As I said, our place sits right next to the baseball park, so game days were always busy for us. We had glass partition walls separating the inner dining room from our seating outside. We would lift those walls, opening us up to the outside. On nice days, all the servers would get to wear their casual baseball gear. We would take large coolers filled with ice and beer and sell them to the passersby, enticing them to stop in for sushi or a burger.
This was when the straight boys and I really got to see some girl candy. We had several hotties among our serving staff, and they all knew that looking good for drunken sports fans meant big tips. Annie always wore her little baseball t shirt with her push up bra, her breasts bulging from it.
It was hard not to stare.
She would wear jeans that seemed painted on like three sizes too small. It was the same with her skirts when she worked at the host desk. Her ass was delicious, round and full. Perfect, in fact. She was so sweet, too.
I could hardly even allow myself to fantasize about Annie, though. That is how straight she was like straight, straight, ex cheerleader, boy crazy, super femme. Even if she was not attached, I could never imagine her being interested in me.
Maybe if Kyle wanted a threesome, she might kiss me a little. But fuck no, not my scene.
I have been told I am beautiful, not to make too big a deal of it, but I am raven haired, dark eyed and pale skinned.
I stay in shape. I have a nice body.
I was getting asked out a lot by men, both guests and staff. And since I do not lie about who I am directly or by omission, word got out soon enough.
Now, dating co workers is always dangerous. It can bring a lot of drama and awkwardness into your life, especially with young girls who want to experiment. All gay women know the awful feeling of losing your heart to someone who is not serious or who is not comfortable with her sexuality.
So with these hotties at work who love to party, I was resolved to be very circumspect.
We made plans, Annie, Kyle and I, to see a friend of his from out of town. A famous hypnotist, an entertainer, not a hypnotherapist. He had worked at carnivals and freak shows, but did gigs at comedy clubs, bars or wherever he could get people interested.
He was going to be in town Saturday night to play the music room, one of our preferred hangouts. None of their other friends could go or wanted to. They twisted my arm and I agreed to tag along.
We got pizza and beer at a little gourmet bistro, then walked the two blocks to the club. One night only, people were out. Nice looking girls everywhere and I was getting some second looks.
I recently had my hair cut, Miley Pixie style, partly because it is just a cute cut, but also because being single and femme, I was tired of girls mistaking me for straight. I was even mixing in rainbow jewellery just to make sure I got the point across.
We paid at the door and entered the dark, noisy and crowded club. We took a table. A gorgeous asian girl took our drink orders.
I decided on gin and tonic as my poison for the night. The happy couple took shots of whiskey, chased with beer.
I looked around the room. A mixed crowd. College kids, yuppies, older academic types and a few rockers.
The lights dimmed.
Some shouts and applause. A great disc of light illuminated the stage. The hypnotist, plumber of the depths of the human heart, seeker of the mind's darkest, most hidden desires, came on stage.
He was blonde, well groomed, meticulously shaven, a born performer. He moved his arms in great theatrical gestures like a mime. He could throw his voice like a ventriloquist, aiming it like a missile across the crowded room.
I did not believe for an instant he could really hypnotize people.
I assume there were a few plants in the audience who would act out for us all in good fun.
He used one of those spinners and spoke to his victims in a soothing voice, even massaging the temples of a particular gentleman to put them into trance. It was impressive.
The first man to go up was made to do animal noises.
He barked, mowed, cock a doodle dooed, and oinked while his friends clapped and laughed. His wife sat there beat red, almost doubled over.
The second was a middle aged woman whom the hypnotist first convinced was a very elderly man.
She limped across the stage holding her hip, speaking in an imitation of the gruff quaver of a male senior citizen. Next he told her she was Robert plant, and she began to belt out stairway to heaven in an off key falsetto.
It was hilarious. The drinks were flowing fast and the whole audience was having a great time.
Afterwards, the hypnotist came to our table. He was popular and even signed a few autographs. He and Kyle embraced, and Annie and I were introduced. He was charismatic and strange. His steely blue eyes kept a fixed and penetrating expression.
It made me shy. One almost wished to draw a curtain over one's face lest he peer too deep.
The four of us took a cab back to Kyle and Annie's place, stopping for beer on the way.
Annie put her Pandora station on while Kyle broke up weed on the sleeve of a Ramones LP, preparatory to rolling a fatty.
The hypnotist was the sober raconteur, telling us about his travels and adventures. He took himself very seriously, considering his hypnotism to be a form of high art. We passed the blunt.
Kyle had overdone it. His eyes were red and swollen and he started to nod off. Annie left the hypnotist and I alone for a few minutes while she helped him prepare for bed. I was going to sleep in the guest room and the hypnotist on the living room couch.
I was feeling mischievous and decided to deflate the hypnotist somewhat of I see through you. You know? I asked, dragging deep, coughing and passing.
His eyes grew wide and he smiled slightly.
What does that mean? He took the blunt but ignored it, and it burned in his hand.
Those people were plants. You put them there.
There is no way that silly spinner thing could put people that deep entrance.
I do not believe it.
Ah, I see dot, dot, dot, dot. A challenge. How can I prove it to you? Shall I hypnotize you right now? We would best wait for Annie to get back before I make you oink like a pig. She can record it on her phone and you will have your proof.
No. Do her. Annie is no actress.
If you manage to hypnotise her, I will believe it. If she agrees, of course.
Very well. What shall we make her do?
What thought shall we place in her head? Or rather, what secret desire of her shall we bring into the light of day?
Looking back, I am inclined to think that the hypnotist knew what I wanted and led me there with that phrase. Please remember. I was not only skeptical, but very drunk. It was as a joke that I leaned across and whispered in his ear, I want you to turn her into a lesbian.
I chortled, delighted at having given him a challenge as naughty as it was impossible. He leaned back, his face beaming. Self satisfaction done soon. Annie sat in a chair directly opposite the hypnotist. I sat a little farther apart, out of sight, so as not to disturb their concentration. He had an old fashioned pocket watch on a chain.
He moved it like a pendulum in front of her face, telling her in soft words that her body was relaxing, that her mind was becoming open, that all of her inhibitions were dissolving and she was becoming sleepy, her eyes closed.
He asked basic things about her. Her name, the name of her husband, where she worked, where she lived, where she had gone to school. He made her speak of her childhood memories, her dreams, her first loves.
And then he slowly began to introduce the subject of women.
Hadn't she noticed how much prettier women were than men? How much softer, how much nicer, how they smelled? He asked Annie if she did not agree. She did agree.
He mentioned me. Hadn't she noticed how pretty her friend Rita is?
How nicely shaped, how pretty her eyes and smile and hair are? She said, yes, she had noticed these things.
My heart was pounding, and I began to be vaguely ashamed, as well as terribly excited. I could not tell whether these thoughts were being sewn into her consciousness from without, or rather excavated from the deepest layers of her mind.
I wanted to interrupt, to tell him to stop, because clearly Annie was hypnotized and he had proven his point. But I stayed silent and listened while Annie's warm, warm voice talked gently of how she admired my beauty and had dreamed of belonging to me before snapping her out of it. At the count of ten, he placed a trigger word in her mind. He stole a glance at me as he pronounced it to her and made her repeat it. Ironic.
The next time she heard that name, she would be reminded of her feelings for women. They would dominate her. They would come over her so strongly she would be unable to control her own passions. Had I gone too far?
I thought it was a joke. I did not want to break up the marriage of my two friends.
Annie came too. She seemed not to remember that she had agreed to be hypnotized, and we all went to sleep, neither of us reminding her.
The next day I was very troubled. Could I possibly trust myself alone with Annie now, when all I had to do was say that silly word?
I met a girl online, really cute and smart. We were into each other pretty deep for a few weeks, so it was easy for me to avoid Annie and her husband.
Eventually we drifted apart, though, and I found myself feeling lonely again.
Annie had been texting me furiously over the last few weeks, trying to get me to hang out with her.
I could tell she was hurt and wondering what she could have done wrong.
A mutual friend at the restaurant was having a go away get together at the nitrogen club before she moved away to go to college out of state. I had nothing to do and no excuse to make, so I went. Most of my work friends were there, as Annie and Kyle. At the time, this was probably the wildest nightclub in Charlotte. If you could not hook up there, you would be truly hopeless. Not exactly a gay club, but close to it. All the kinky and fetishy types went there.
The music pulsed as hollow eyed pleasure seekers wandered about. The smell of clove cigarettes hung in the air as I watched the dancers swaying to the heavy rhythms. Many men and a few women let their eyes linger over me, but I kept to myself.
I did not want to lose control and end up in some stranger's bed. I set myself a three drink limit, after which I should still be sober enough to drive home.
I was just observing people watching, as I love to do sometimes when Annie tugged at my elbow, smiling, we had to shout our greetings in one another's ears.
She had dyed her hair a deep red. Her peody lips were of the same fire engine hue.
She wore a slinky, pale pink body dress, every curve richly accentuated. I told her she looked gorgeous.
Thanks, so do you.
I was rocking boy clothes, jeans, t shirt, leather jacket, and a newsboy cap. But I also wore my smoky eyeshadow and my lashes were painted long, delicate, and flirty.
We moved out to the patio so we could hear each other talk. I could see Kyle at the other end, oblivious to us talking with his friends.
Where have you been? Are you mad at me?
No, it's just work and was taking up a lot of my time, but that is over.
She went back to her boyfriend.
I am so sorry. I know you really liked her. She hugged me again. This time we held each other for a few moments. Her hair smelled like strawberries.
Anyway, you are not the only one having relationship trouble.
Something wrong with you too?
Yes. No. I do not know. It is something I cannot put my finger on. I do not know if he has changed or I have, but something is just off now.
I do not feel the same. I feel.
She trailed off, looking at the dancers inside. The song changed.
Oh, this is my jam.
Let us dance.
She took my hand, leading me to the dance floor.
A few guys made their little attempts to engage us, gyrating or shuffling pathetically near, but I got close to Annie and danced with her. She giggled playfully but stayed there with me.
I let my hands roam over her sides lightly, wondering if she would pull away.
She did not.
I turned my back to her, doing a little twerk, rolling my hips, letting my butt grind against her. I felt her hands on me, her hips pushing and reciprocating. I saw a group of our friends looking at us, pointing and talking.
I did not see Kyle. I did not care. I turned to her, put my arms around her neck, smiled as I gazed into her eyes, and then said softly in her ear, ironic.
What? She shouted over the music.
Nothing, I yelled back.
She took my hand. Let us get out of here. We dove into the first cab we saw.
I barely spoke my address before Annie's hot mouth closed over mine. She was on top of me, her limbs folded around me. I opened an eye and saw the cabbie's startled but very interested gaze in the rear view.
I hoped he would be able to pay attention to the road.
I have never been kissed like that, our tongues mingling, hardly able to breathe, and the grit of her lipstick crunching like sand in my teeth.
Somehow I paid the driver and we got inside. I pushed her to the wall, throwing my jacket to the ground.
She dropped her purse as I flipped her around and smacked her ass. I hiked up her skirt, revealing a sheer pink thong.
I dropped to my knees, spreading her, pushing my face into her crotch, sucking her pussy lips through the thin lace barrier.
Lust shot through us, determining our movements with the instinctive assurance of animals.
I peeled her panties down, relishing the way they slid down her soft ivory thighs loving the sight of her ripe melon of an ass, I could not help myself. I stiffened my tongue and dived between her butt cheeks. She squirmed and shouted.
I stood up, pulling off my shirt. She kissed me hard on the mouth. Again, I helped her off with her dress. Unwilling to pause, I kept our momentum going towards my bedroom.
We made our way there in a rolling movement along the walls, each of us regaining, then losing the upper hand in delicious power play.
I unfastened my bra, revealing to her my full, heavy tits. As I pulled her into my bedroom, I could hear both of our cell phones going off in the hallway where our purses and clothes lay strewn. Annie removed her bra, her lovely bee cups dotted with a few tiny moles. Her body writhed in anticipation over my silk sheets.
My eyes locked onto her beautiful swollen pussy with its triangle of blondish hair.
I did not stand at the ceremony. I was eager to be her first, to show her how women love and to drive this experience myself. I made her hold her legs all the way back, her elbows holding her by the pits of her knees.
Her treasure was open to me. I kissed it, savoring the fragrance of her desire. My tongue parted, her wet lips licking long and deep, her savory juices oozing onto my face, lingering under her hood, circling her clitty before sucking it into my mouth.
Her body shook. She cried out, oohing and cooing and cooing and begging me not to stop. I moved my face around in her, then wiped her hot dampness with one breast, then another, taking my hard nipple and moving it around the rim of her pussy, my face and breast glistening wet now.
I raised her butt in the air, her weight resting on her neck and shoulders, my arm circling her thigh. She was completely open for me. I gave in fully to my desire, letting my tongue play over her rim, two fingers pushing into her cunt at the mercy of pleasure. She looked up at me, eyes aflame in total submission. My tongue explored her anus, licking it deep, my eyes rolling in their sockets as I lost control, fingers twisting and turning in her, coaxing her g.
My own sex was on fire. I lowered her, keeping her spread and straddled.
She gasped as she watched our centers unite, our lips lightly kissing at first. I shuddered with pleasure as she gripped me close, our hips finding a rhythm together. Bucking and rolling.
I glued in a long trail from inner thigh over hot lips to inner thigh. She pushed herself into me. I was sweating, my clit grinding over hers. Her body quaked and she squealed as I felt my body tense and then release.
I collapsed next to her, arms folded around each other, spooning and kissing softly and gently. I stroked her hair while she caressed my thigh. My wetness pressed to her ass. It was so intimate I felt I could fall for this girl. But I had to be honest with her first.
I told her about the night when the hypnotist and I stayed over and about. Ironic. She looked thoughtfully at me but only smiled and kissed me more.
I do not care. I love you, Ritter. I belong to you. I never want to leave your arms. This is what my heart has always ached for ever since we met.
I watched a smile spread over her face as I removed a special item from my bedside drawer. My black strappy.
I fastened it on and repositioned myself at the same intimate place just behind her. I reached around, stroking her clit while my hard girl cock teased her perineum and massaged her lips.
Still so wet the head pressed to her opening. She spread for me and guided me in.
I felt the resistance give sweetly away as her walls stretched to admit me. The little nubby worrying my cleat as I worked my hips entering her slowly as she took me deeper and deeper. She swooned in my arms, my hips slapping her soft, round butt as I fucked her. One hand playing with her anus, the other rubbing her clyde as she held the pillow, crying into it.
She came in my arms again and again and again.
I kissed her neck, my erect nipples pressing to her back.
We spent the entire day in my bed ceasing our lovemaking only for the sake of food, restroom breaks and the discussion of future plans of our life together.
The next morning I drove her to their place so she could pick up some clothes and other essentials. Carl was upset, but what could he say?
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