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NOTICE: This story contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between 
consenting persons. If you are not of legal age to read such material, or if 
you find it offensive, then stop reading now.

Teaser:  Jack left stage hypnosis behind years ago. But when he reluctantly 
agrees to do just a couple of shows at an adult vacation resort, his dark 
side comes out to play with a pair of attractive and interesting ladies. A 
hypnoerotic novel (92,000 words, 146 pages).


This story contains the following:

  MF - Sex between an adult male and an adult female
  MD - Male dominant (most of the time)
  FD - Female dominant (a little)
  HYP - Hypnoerotica:  consensual use of hypnosis with sex
  ROM - Romance:  sex motivated by mutual love (or maybe lust)
  CONS - All sex is by consent


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for-profit system. Posting on a noncommercial site is normally okay, but 
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I welcome all comments from readers (wiseguy35@hotmail.com).



BUSMAN'S HOLIDAY

(c) Copyright 2002-2007 by Wiseguy




vi


The green room was quiet except for the sound of my pacing. Rudi, the sound 
tech, had already been and gone. I wore another of her lavalieres under my 
shirt and had the cordless hand mic in my jacket pocket. According to the 
wall clock I had just a few minutes before I should advance to the wings.

A tentative knock on the door caught my attention. "Yes?"

The door opened a crack. "Mr. Trancer?"

I knew that voice, but couldn't place it right away. I approached the door 
and opened it the rest of the way to reveal a man on the other side. A quick 
memory search brought up the name. "Will, isn't it?"

Blushing slightly, he nodded. "That's right. My girlfriend and I were in 
your show over the weekend." He looked up and down the hallway furtively. "I 
was wondering ... can we talk for a minute?"

"By all means." I stood back, waved him in, and closed the door behind him. 
"I should warn you that I only have a few minutes before I need to get 
backstage."

"I know," he said, nodding. "I'll be quick. You know how sometimes, after a 
couple has been together for a while, things can get ... routine? Maybe even 
boring?"

It didn't take a psychic to see where this was heading. "In bed, you mean?"

"That's right. Amy and I were pretty much at that stage when we got here. 
But something you said to us that first night made a huge difference when we 
got back to our room. It was ..." He blushed again. "Let's just say it was 
great. Wild. Better than our first time."

I was nodding with him. "And you'd like to keep it that way?"

A relieved grin came over him. "You guessed it. I've seen you in the 
restaurant with those two girls; it looks like you're teaching them how to 
hypnotize each other. Could you teach me to put Amy under and tell her the 
same things you did, any time I need to?"

Just what I needed -- another hypnotist wannabee. "When do you go home?"

"Saturday morning."

I pretended to think about it. "There really isn't time to teach you all 
you'd need by then," I told him. "But if you bring her by here right after 
the show, I think we can do something for you."

"Really?"

"Sure," I assured him. "It's my way of saying thanks for helping to make 
that show a success. And of making sure you'll stick around for this one."

He chuckled. "Wild horses couldn't drag us away. Thanks." Then his manner 
turned hesitant. "I don't know what you charge for that sort of thing ."

"I'm on vacation," I told him. "I don't charge anything when I'm on 
vacation. But there is something you could do for me, if you don't mind."

His face brightened. "Name it."

"You've seen my two students. They're getting way too good at hypnotizing 
each other; there's no challenge anymore. They need someone new to work 
with."

His eyebrows rose. "Me?"

"Unless you think Amy would mind."

"Probably not," he allowed. "She'd probably like it if she got to watch. She 
thinks hypnosis is pretty hot."

"Great," I said. "You could come join us after breakfast. Say, ten thirty?"

"Done deal."

We shook hands, and he left. I checked the wall clock once more then made my 
way through the inner hallways to the backstage area.

My risers were ready to go. I took my place just behind the edge of the fake 
cityscape and waited. Being a weeknight, there was no opening act; I'd be 
introduced over the speaker system when the time came.

Right on schedule, the house lights dimmed. "Ladies and gentlemen," the PA 
announcer called, "Prepare to be mesmerized! Uninhibited is pleased to 
present for your enjoyment our very own Master Hypnotist, Jack Trancer!"

A spotlight picked me up as I darted downstage and helped me find my mark. 
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," I began. "Before we get started, how 
many of you were at my show this past weekend?"

About half the people in the audience applauded. "That's great. So it sounds 
as though at least half of you have some familiarity with what hypnosis is, 
and what kinds of things I do in my show. Knowing that, how many of you are 
thinking of coming up on stage tonight and being part of the show?"

I was impressed - the applause was only a little quieter than the first 
time. "Great," I repeated. "Now, how many of you are only saying that to get 
your dates to come up here and get hypnotized?" A wave of nervous laughter 
swept around the room. "That's what I thought. For those of you who weren't 
here last show, and for those of you who were and just don't remember..." I 
waited a moment for the chortling to subside. "... let me explain about what 
hypnosis can and can't do, and what I'll be asking you to do tonight."

I launched into a speech similar to the one I used in my first show, 
interspersing it with joke lines designed to put my audience at ease. By the 
time I was done the people I could see were looking pretty relaxed, and a 
lot of heads were contemplating the empty seats with interest despite my 
slightly stronger warnings (for Monica's benefit) about the kind of adult 
behavior that might take place.

The house lights came up, and I asked for potential volunteers to step up on 
stage. Theo Kane, my blowhard from the dining room, was among the first to 
claim a seat, with his girl "Barbie" in tow looking dubious at best. I did 
my best to be reassuring, of course, and it was most gratifying to see that 
there were still a lot of people trying to get to the stage even after the 
chairs were full.

The induction went smoothly. My spiral ascended and descended on cue, and 
when the lights came up at the end of it most of my volunteers and a large 
portion of the audience were looking thoroughly zoned out. An excellent 
start.

I put my volunteers through a few preliminaries to weed out the ones with 
less potential. Four of my volunteers remembered their names after being 
told to forget them, so I sent them back to their seats. Three more, 
including Barbie, didn't react to a suggestion that they were being tickled 
by an unseen hand and were dismissed with thanks. One, a stocky bald guy, 
woke up unexpectedly when the girl next to him, a dazzling blonde in a 
skin-tight dress, got so relaxed that she landed in his lap. I gave him his 
choice and he opted to sit back down in the audience.

That left me with ten solid performers. In the front row I had Theo Kane; 
Paul and Rebecca, a married couple taking a vacation from their kids; Liz 
and Tammy, nursing students on summer break; Warren, a self-described 
computer geek; and Roxy, my blonde bombshell, who described herself as "an 
actress." Every guy in the audience cheered for her immediately. The back 
row held Sima, a hair stylist; Jay, a photographer; and Nadine, a book 
editor.

Time for the fun to start. I moved Theo to the empty seat next to Roxy and 
had my three in the back row move together. Then I took them deeper into 
hypnosis, making sure Roxy would be able to stay in her seat. "At the count 
of three," I instructed them all, "I want you to open your eyes and sit up, 
feeling completely awake, but still remaining deeply hypnotized and 
following my every suggestion. You'll also feel very comfortable and willing 
to talk about anything that comes to mind. But when I snap my fingers like 
this, all of your clothing will dissolve and you'll be completely naked. 
Everything you see and feel will confirm that you and everyone else in the 
seats around you are naked." I walked over to my married couple. "For the 
people I am touching right now, you are deeply in love with each other and 
don't care who sees it. In addition to every other suggestion you're going 
to get tonight, every time you hear the audience applaud, you will feel an 
overwhelming desire to kiss. Each time you kiss, the kiss will be longer and 
more passionate than the time before." Then, for good measure, I went over 
to Theo and touched him. "For the person I'm touching now, you will also 
have a special instruction that will last for the entire show: you feel a 
strong sexual attraction to the girl next to you that gets stronger each 
time she speaks. You don't know her, and she doesn't know you, so you'll 
want to tell her things about yourself. You want her to know you well, so 
naturally the things you tell her be of an increasingly intimate nature. No 
matter how she responds, you'll continue trying to woo her this way until 
the show is over." And to make things complete, I touched Roxy. "For the 
woman I'm touching now, the man next to you is going to be coming on to you 
tonight. You'll be mildly flattered by that, but the truth is he isn't even 
remotely attractive to you. You'll try to turn him down without hurting his 
feelings, but as he tells you more and more things about himself you're 
going to get the idea that this guy is some kind of weirdo and you need to 
keep him at a distance."

I did my three count and watched my performers open their eyes and sit up, 
apparently wide awake. "This is the part of the show where I like to find 
out a bit more about my volunteers," I explained. "I know that to you it 
probably seems like the whole beginning of the show went by just like that," 
I said, snapping my fingers into the mic, "but I'm sure by now you realize 
there's a lot going on." I watched my volunteers for their reactions to 
their sudden nakedness. Roxy didn't bat an eyelash, of course; she looked 
down at herself, smiled, and wiggled a little in her seat. My married couple 
showed surprise, then as the audience began to applaud they locked eyes on 
each other and began kissing. The nursing students got a stunned look on 
their faces and checked each other, confirming that they were in fact naked, 
then started laughing. Theo's hands went to his lap, but aside from that 
nobody looked uncomfortable or overly embarrassed - a good sign.

I put the mic between my married couple's faces. "So how long have you been 
married?" I asked conversationally.

Rebecca broke off the kiss to answer. "Six years."

"How old are your kids?"

"Four and one," she replied.

"Who's watching them while you two are at Uninhibited?"

Paul smiled. "My sister. She totally disapproves of our choice of vacation 
spot. I think she's afraid we're down here getting naked in groups."

Rebecca cleared her throat. "Umm, honey?" With a hand, she waved vaguely at 
their bodies.

Paul gulped. "Oh. Right." The audience laughed and clapped, and Rebecca 
pulled Paul's face back to hers for more kissing.

"Jack?" The voice was coming from behind me: Liz, one of the nursing 
students.

"Did you have a question?" I asked, putting the mic in front of her.

She nodded. "What happened to our clothes?" More laughter from the crowd.

I scratched my head. "To tell the truth, I don't entirely understand it 
myself. It just seems to happen when people get on stage. I think it has 
something to do with the intensity of the spotlights."

She looked puzzled. "Then why didn't your clothes melt off, too?"

"They do," I assured her. "It just takes a bit longer. In fact, I can feel 
them starting to dissolve now. When I snap my fingers, you'll see that I'm 
also completely naked -- and extremely well hung." I snapped, and Liz stared 
at my body as she saw my clothing disappear.

"That's weird," she said. "Isn't that weird, Tammy?"

Tammy was leaning forward staring at my crotch. "I think it's cool," she 
said. "Are you married?" The audience roared and clapped.

I plopped into the seat next to Roxy and held the mic in front of her. "You 
don't seem fazed in the least by all this," I remarked.

She shrugged. "I'm used to being nude in front of people," she explained. 
"It sort of goes with the territory."

"That's right, you're an actress. What kind of films do you act in, again?"

"Adult films," she said, to enthusiastic applause from the men in the 
audience.

Theo leaned in to the mic, still holding his hands in his lap. "I like porno 
films," he offered.

Roxy gave him a practiced smile. "That's nice." Then she looked back to me, 
turning her body slightly away from Theo.

I put everyone back into deep hypnosis and set up the next gag. "When I next 
count to three, you will open your eyes and feel wide awake while remaining 
deep in hypnosis, obeying all of my suggestions. You will be fully dressed 
again in your normal clothes, and so will I. All of the other suggestions 
I've given you so far will still be in force, plus you will realize that the 
people on stage are all former members of the cast of a daytime soap opera 
called 'Passion's Prisoners' that has recently been cancelled after a 
10-year run, and that you are on stage at a convention held for fans of the 
show. Those of you in the audience are die-hard fans of the show. The fans 
don't realize it, but throughout the entire history of the show there was 
more sex, scheming and backstabbing going on among the cast and crew off 
camera than there ever was on the actual show. Your contracts required you 
to keep all that hushed up while the show was still on the air, but now that 
it's gone you can't wait to tell the fans what really happened on that set 
when the cameras were off. Each time one of you tells the audience something 
that happened, you're going to think of something even more outrageous that 
you'll want to share when your turn comes."

Reaching over a couple of bowed heads, I put a hand on Sima's shoulder. "For 
the person I am touching now: you were the makeup supervisor for the show 
for its entire run. You had to put the makeup on everyone all by yourself 
because after paying the actors' bloated salaries there was never enough 
money in the budget for an assistant. Several of the cast members here today 
had bizarre, demanding requirements that drove you nuts on a daily basis, 
and now's your chance to show them up for the bunch of prima donnas they 
are."

For Nadine: "You started with the show as a script girl and worked your way 
up to head writer, which is what you've done for the last three years. For 
ten years you've been listening to this bunch of overpaid, scenery-chewing 
amateurs tell you what the characters you conceived should think, say, and 
do, and you've kept quiet about it to keep your job. Now you don't have to 
any longer."

And for Theo: "You were the male lead, the star of the show, for its entire 
run. In that time you've done love scenes with every female on the cast, and 
you've seduced every female on the cast and crew off-camera as well, except 
for the girl next to you right now."

Then I put a hand lightly on Roxy's shoulder. "To all of the women on stage 
except the one I'm touching right now: the man in the light blue shirt at 
the end of the front row is the male lead, the star of the show. Every 
single one of you has allowed him to seduce you, and each one of you 
discovered when he did that he's really a lousy lover and a totally 
self-absorbed, shallow personality."

Now that I'd sprinkled the stage with gasoline, it was time to drop a match. 
I brought them up and turned to the audience. "Ladies and gentlemen, I want 
to thank you all for coming to this question and answer session with the 
cast and crew of 'Passion's Prisoners.' It's always a sad thing when a 
popular show gets cut for no apparent reason, and-"

"It was cut," Nadine interjected, "because nobody with an IQ over fifty 
could stand to watch the thing anymore." There was a general murmur of 
protest from the audience.

Paul sneered. "Well, if we'd had scripts that were halfway believable, that 
might not have been a problem."

Nadine fumed. "My scripts had wit and style," she insisted. "You so-called 
actors delivered my lines as if you were reading them off of cue cards."

"They were reading them off cue cards," Sima chimed in. "Heaven forbid these 
spoiled rotten assholes should have to actually memorize their own lines, 
after all."

"Excuse me," Theo broke in, adopting the air of an authority figure. "If you 
were a member of the profession, you'd understand how difficult it is to 
memorize dialog less than hour before filming, which is when we usually 
received the edited pages. A serious actor needs time to digest the words 
and make them his own." My hypnotized "fans" in the audience applauded and 
cheered.

"Is that why you act even worse than you fuck?" Rebecca charged. There was a 
collective gasp from the fans, but the rest of the audience went wild. Paul 
and Rebecca groped for each other and established another passionate lip 
lock.

Theo looked indignant. "I'll have you know that every woman I've ever bedded 
has begged me for more."

"That's right," Tammy confirmed. "More length, more width, more skill, more 
duration."

Warren motioned for my attention. "The real reason the show went under," he 
told the audience, "was interference from the network. They kept trying to 
dictate how the story should unfold and forcing cast changes on us, like 
bringing her in." He pointed to Roxy.

Roxy looked daggers at him. "I resent that," she said. "The only reason I 
joined this turkey of a show was because the producer thought I could help 
turn it around."

"Was that before or after you started fucking him?"

"That's a lie!" she spat. "I never slept with the producer." She shifted in 
her seat and looked directly at me. "It was the executive producer." The got 
another split reaction from the crowd, with the fans murmuring and the rest 
laughing.

"So what?" Sima called out, looking at Warren. "Is that any worse than you 
insisting on imported Norwegian hair gel for your two scenes every show? I 
could have hired an assistant for what they spent on your head."

"I happen to have a delicate scalp," he snipped. "And having your claws 
digging into it didn't help things. Besides, considering I had to wear my 
own clothes because they blew the entire costume budget on her," he added, 
jerking a thumb at Roxy, "you can hardly begrudge me proper hair care."

"Bullshit!" Roxy cried. "I spent half my scenes either in bed with someone 
or just coming out of the shower. Last season I did a whole week's worth of 
episodes in the same white bath towel. People thought I was a whore and a 
compulsive bather."

"Well, they were half right." Thunderous applause rose from the audience - 
the fans and the rest seemed to agree on this one.

Theo Kane leaned over to Roxy. I got the mic there just in time to pick up 
his line: "I spend a lot of time in the shower too. It's my favorite place 
to jerk off."

The audience loved that. I ended the gag there and took everyone back down, 
removing the soap-opera scenario from their minds. I looked my volunteers 
over, quickly rifling through the possibilities in my head. Warren had 
impressed me, so I decided to make him the focal point of the next bit. I 
had him open his eyes long enough to move over to the left end of the front 
row. I moved Paul and Rebecca to the back and brought my book editor, 
Nadine, up to the front next to the nursing students.

"People on stage," I said, "when you open your eyes next, you will be part 
of a game show called 'Find A Date.' It's a lot like the old 'Dating Game' 
show, but our game only appears on cable TV channels so we have an 
adult-oriented format. In fact, you know that each of you will receive a 
bonus if the show is sexy enough to pump up the home video sales, so you'll 
want to do everything you can to help make that happen."

I touched Warren on the shoulder. "For the person I am touching now, you are 
the contestant on today's show. Your job is to answer my questions and to 
watch and listen while the three women contestants try to impress you and 
get you to select them for your date. The date is actually a week-long 
vacation at a clothing-optional Caribbean resort like this one."

Next I turned my attention to Liz, Tammy, and Nadine. "For the women I am 
touching now, and now, and now: you are the female contestants on the show. 
Each of you, when you open your eyes, will look at the man on the end of the 
row and find that he is the sexiest, most incredibly attractive man you've 
ever seen in your life. There will be nothing you want more than to have him 
pick you so you can spend a week having sex with him. You will do anything 
to top the others and gain his attention. When you are asked a question, 
you'll come up with an answer that will show Warren just how much you want 
to be with him. If you're not the first to answer, you'll come up with an 
even better answer than the person before you did, even if you have to make 
up facts to support it. It's okay to let your creativity run wild on this."

There were just a few more touches to add. "For those of you on stage whom I 
have not touched and given instructions to yet: you are the celebrity panel 
for this game. It will be your job to help Warren evaluate the female 
contestants to see which one he should choose. When I call on you, you will 
either ask the contestants a question or pose a challenge to them that they 
must do to show how they might behave on the date or to show how much they 
want it. You know that your bonuses are riding on how sexy the show is, so 
you'll want to ask questions or pose challenges that will keep people 
watching."

I counted everyone up and turned to the audience. "Welcome back, everyone, 
to Find a Date for Warren. Before we get started, let's meet our lucky 
bachelor." I sat down next to Warren and held the mic between us. "Tell us a 
little about yourself, Warren."

He leaned forward a little into the microphone. "I'm 28, and I'm a UNIX 
sysadmin." Then he sat back as if he'd said everything worth hearing.

"What do you do with your spare time, Warren?" I asked, putting on my best 
smarmy game show smile.

He leaned forward again. "I, uh, don't get much of that. I mostly just work 
and hang out on IRC."

That figured. "So tell us, Warren: what would your ideal woman be like?"

Warren contemplated the mic with trepidation. "She'd have to be smart," he 
said. "Someone I don't have to explain every little thing to." When the mic 
didn't bite him, he began to warm to it. "And she shouldn't talk too much. I 
hate senseless gabbing." I started to take the mic back, but Warren grabbed 
it for one more thought. "And she needs to be hot. And she should dress like 
it."

The audience chuckled. "Anything else?"

He thought. "Well, it would be nice if she was easy."

I let the audience's laughter subside before continuing. "Well, Warren, 
we're going to find out tonight which of these three eligible bachelorettes 
comes closest to being your ideal woman. Ladies, why don't you introduce 
yourselves to Warren?"

Nadine shifted forward and leaned toward Warren, letting the neck of her 
tank top gape open in Warren's direction. "Hello, Warren," she said in a 
sultry voice. "I'm Nadine. The only thing I love more than curling up with a 
good book is cuddling with a good man."

Liz took the mic next. "Hi, I'm Liz. I'm ranked third in my nursing school 
class this year, and I love to play chess for high stakes. Pick me and we 
can play doctor together." She toyed with the buttons on her blouse as she 
spoke.

Tammy was chuckling. I waited for her before handing over the mic. "I'm 
Tammy," she announced. "I'm valedictorian of my nursing school class so far, 
and I beat Liz at chess all the time. Pick me and we'll do a lot more than 
play."

A round of appreciative Oooohs swept through the crowd. "Now it's time for 
our celebrity panel to pose either a question or a challenge to the 
bachelorettes. I think we'll start with a man who needs no introduction, 
Jay."

The audience applauded for Jay, which prompted Paul and Rebecca to attach 
faces again. Jay leaned into the mic and looked at the girls. "How do you 
let a guy know that you're really interested in sleeping with him?"

Nadine started. "I seduce him by listening to everything he says as if he 
were the most fascinating man on earth. I sit very close, letting his body 
touch mine in as many places as possible, and I caress him in seemingly 
innocent places until he's putty in my hands."

Liz came next. "I don't play silly games like that," she said. "If I'm 
interested in a guy, I let him know up front by telling him so. I'll invite 
him over, and when he gets there I'll be dressed in nothing but a silk 
kimono. I'll hand him a glass of wine and lead him directly to the bedroom."

Tammy didn't hesitate. "When I'm interested in a guy," she said, making firm 
eye contact with Warren, "I walk right up to him, put my hand inside his 
pants, and say, 'If you can get hard in 10 seconds, I'm yours for the 
night.'"

Warren's eye widened at Tammy's answer. She handed me the mic with a 
satisfied, catlike smile.

I went to Sima for the next challenge. "Kissing is very important," she 
said. "I think each of them should show Warren how well they can kiss."

"All right," I agreed. "Bachelorettes, let's see how you kiss."

Nadine stood up, walked over to Warren, and bent over, letting the tank top 
open to give him a completely unobstructed view. Then the lifted his chin 
toward hers and planted one right on his mouth. The audience murmured 
appreciatively as she sauntered back to her seat.

I couldn't resist. "How was that, Warren?" I asked, putting the mic in front 
of him.

His head bobbed up and down. "That tasted like more."

It was Liz's turn. She walked slowly across to Warren, swinging her hips and 
loosening the top couple of buttons on her blouse. Instead of bending over 
him, she sat down on the empty chair to his right, letting the blouse open 
to his view. She snaked her left arm around his neck and gently pulled him 
to her. The kiss lasted a good 10 seconds before she broke it off. Smiling, 
she stood up and fixed her blouse on the way back to her seat while the 
audience applauded.

Tammy was up before Liz finished sitting. She locked eyes with Warren on the 
way over in a look that made lusty promises. Once in front of him, she hiked 
up the bottom of her dress enough to give him a flash of black panty and 
settled herself in his lap, straddling him. She pressed forward, grinding 
her crotch against his, and encircled him with her arms until his face was 
buried in her cleavage. Then she lifted his face to hers and locked lips. 
For a good thirty seconds she toyed with his hair and rocked in his lap 
while their open mouths remained tightly pressed together. She pulled away 
at last, then came back with three quick kisses. Her eyes met Warren's one 
more time before she stood up and returned to her seat, pausing to 
acknowledge the whooping and cheering of the audience.

Warren looked dazed. It would have been nice to give him a few seconds to 
recover himself, but I had a show to run. I held the mic in front of Roxy. 
"Do you have a challenge or question for the bachelorettes?"

"Sure," she replied. "I think each girl should show Warren her best physical 
asset, up close and personal."

I was about to pull back the mic, but Theo leaned towards it. "Mine is my 
ass," he said. "I can crush a beer can with it."

"Thank you for sharing," I told him, pulling the mic away. "Ladies, you've 
been challenged to show Warren your best physical asset."

Nadine wasted no time. She traded me her tank top for the mic and sauntered 
over to Warren. "Here they are," she said, waving her chest close to his 
face. "I'm a 32A, and as you can see I don't need a bra for support. That 
means I can wear very tiny bathing suits. In fact, a lot of the time I only 
wear the bottoms." She came back to me and traded back, slipping the tank 
back on.

Liz stood and contemplated Warren. Her fingers worked casually at the clasp 
on her skirt and it fall to the stage. Then the blouse joined it, leaving 
Liz standing there in a white lace bra and panties. "I have a world class 
ass," she announced, sauntering slowly toward Warren and putting it on 
display. As soon as she was directly in front of Warren, she pivoted on her 
heels and bent over, sliding the panties slowly over her hips to her knees. 
"Don't you think so, Warren? I do half an hour on the StairMaster every 
other day to keep it nice and firm." She looked back at his face, wiggling 
her rear end tantalizingly in front of him. "You can touch it if you want, 
Warren. Go ahead. Feel how smooth and strong it is, and imagine the fun we 
can have with it."

Warren reached a tentative hand up and stroked her right cheek. "Mmmmm," Liz 
purred. "Nice touch." Then she stood up, pulling the panties back up in the 
same motion, and returned to her seat. The crowd applauded loudly when she 
sat down without redressing.

I tried to hand the mic to Tammy, but instead of taking it she positioned my 
hand to hold it for her. She hooked the straps of her dress with her thumbs 
and pulled them away from her shoulders. "I can't decide," she said. "Some 
guys like my breasts," she continued, lowering the straps and letting her 
dress fall to the floor, exposing an exquisite pair of breasts and a black 
G-string. Caressing her breasts, she turned to Warren. "Aren't they nice? 
I'll bet they'd each fit perfectly in one of your strong, soft hands."

Tammy stripped off her G-string and tossed it into Warren's lap, to wild 
cheers of appreciation from the audience. She took the mic from me and 
caressed it suggestively while she casually strolled over to Warren. "I had 
a lover once who swore I had the sweetest, best-tasting privates he'd ever 
experienced. I keep myself nicely trimmed and ready for you." Then she 
turned slowly about. "And, as you can now see, I have a splendid bottom. 
It's round and soft, like a woman's bottom instead of a horse's." She sat in 
his lap and took his hands in hers. "Wouldn't you love to feel this pressed 
against you, while your hands squeeze and caress my breasts?" As she spoke, 
she put Warren's hands on her breasts and encouraged him to squeeze.

The crowd went wild, of course. Cheers and whistles and loud protestations 
of love accompanied Tammy back to her seat. She sat down without dressing, 
simply handing me the mic and smiling at Warren.

In show business, and especially in comedy, it pays to follow the rule of 
threes. Three contestants, three questions -- it was time to wrap things up. 
"Now, Warren," I said, approaching him. "You've heard each of these lovely 
women tell you how they show interest in a man, you've sampled their kissing 
skills, and you've seen their best physical assets up close. Now it's time 
for you to choose. But first, let's see what our audience thinks. People in 
the audience, how many of you think Warren should go on the date with 
Nadine?"

There was a smattering of weak applause from the crowd. They never pick the 
first person. "Okay. And now, how many want Warren to choose Liz?" That got 
me a lot of noise from a small pocket in house left and a slightly better 
noise level from everywhere else. "And now, how many want him to pick 
Tammy?"

It was no contest. Tammy got a standing ovation from a good two thirds of 
the men in the audience.

"I'm not sure," I joked to Warren, "but it seems as though the audience has 
a slight preference for Tammy. Which girl do you choose?"

Warren looked at each of them in turn. "Nadine seems very smart," he 
assessed, "and she looks hot. Liz looks even more hot, though, and she does 
have a very nice ass. But Tammy not only looks hot, she acts hot and she's 
not afraid to let everyone know it. I'll take Tammy!"

Tammy stood up and raised her arms in celebration, drawing another round of 
applause from the horny crowd. She and Warren met center stage and embraced, 
sharing another hot kiss. As the applause died down, the unmistakable sounds 
of a woman in orgasm issued forth from the back row of my risers: Paul and 
Rebecca, still acting on their earlier instructions, were locked in an 
embrace. Paul's hand was under Rebecca's skirt working busily as she gasped 
and moaned. The crowd applauded more, which only made things worse for them.

Above the din I heard a loud SLAP behind me. I turned in time to see Theo 
Kane rubbing his left cheek. Roxy was glaring at him and sitting rigidly on 
the far edge of her seat from him. "Is something the matter?" I asked her.

Still watching Theo suspiciously, she leaned toward the mic. "This sicko 
tried to put his hand up my dress! I want another seat."

I promised to look into it and triggered everyone back into a deep trance 
state. Since Paul and Rebecca had taken things about as far as I dared, I 
removed the suggestion that had them reacting to the audience. I had Liz and 
Tammy put their clothes back on. Then I turned to the audience and took a 
quick look around. A good three fourths of the ones I could see were sitting 
quietly with their heads down, just like my volunteers on stage. I didn't 
need any more people for the stage so I was about to wake them up with 
thanks and let them enjoy the last bit. Then I had a thought: I hadn't 
really used the audience in the soap opera bit, so why not do a finale that 
included them?

"People on stage," I began, "when I count to three you will open your eyes 
feeling wide awake, but remaining in deep hypnosis and responding to my 
every suggestion. You will also know that you are all adult film stars here 
at a press conference to promote your latest projects. I want each of you 
right now to take a moment and let your imagination suggest to you what that 
project is. Members of the press will be asking you questions about 
yourselves and your films. No matter what they ask, you will find the 
questions to be perfectly acceptable and will be happy to answer them; 
however, being porn stars, you have reputations to protect so your answers 
will have little or no grounding in reality. Instead, they'll be designed to 
reinforce the idea that you're having wild, hot sex whenever you want with 
whomever you want. When you hear someone else answer a question, your mind 
will supply you with an even more outrageous answer than the one you just 
heard and you'll want to share it with everyone."

Remembering the slap, I put a hand on Roxy's shoulder. "For the person I am 
touching now, the man to your right is your costar in your latest project, a 
how-to guide for new lovers. You haven't actually begun filming yet, so 
you've never had sex with him, but you now find him extremely attractive and 
anything he says or does will only make you more and more attracted to him. 
In fact, by the time we've had two questions from the reporters you're going 
to be bored with the press conference and start amusing yourself by trying 
to get him as turned on as you can."

I could have gone a lot further in seeding ideas with the volunteers, but I 
wanted to see what they came up with on their own. Instead, I addressed my 
hypnotized audience members. "For everyone in the audience who has their 
eyes closed now, when I count to three you will open your eyes and feel wide 
awake while remaining in deep hypnosis and following all of my suggestions. 
Each of you will realize that you are a reporter for a trade magazine 
serving the adult film industry, here to ask questions of the porn stars on 
stage. You took this job because you are a big fan of adult movies yourself 
and have a genuine admiration for the people who act in them. As a result, 
you'll ask questions that an interested fan might ask. It's perfectly okay 
if those questions are of a very personal nature because these are porn 
stars - they talk about their sex lives and body parts all the time. When 
you have a question to ask, you'll raise your hand so I can call on you and 
then you'll say who you want to direct the question to and what it is. 
You'll speak loudly and clearly so the stars and I can hear you. You'll want 
to listen to the questions that come before you so that your question will 
be fresh and different and more personal than the ones that came before you. 
Also, before you ask your question you'll give your name and the name of the 
magazine that you write for. The interesting thing is that while you all 
work for different magazines, by an amazing coincidence you all have the 
same name: Izzy Cumming. This will seem perfectly normal to you."

I counted everyone up and launched immediately into the bit. "Thank you, 
members of the press, for coming to this briefing. As you know, Uncut 
Productions has a number of new and exciting projects underway using the 
best and brightest stars in the adult entertainment industry. Before we 
start taking questions, let's have some of our stars describe their new 
projects to you."

Since we all knew what her project was anyway, I started with Roxy. "Theo 
and I are doing an instructional video series," she explained, "to teach new 
lovers all the different methods of sexual expression. In the first tape, 
Theo and I demonstrate a number of typical sexual encounters that a couple 
might have. This is the first video series to cover all aspects of a sexual 
experience without skipping. You'll see everything: setting the mood, 
deciding to have sex, undressing, getting each other aroused, foreplay, 
intercourse, orgasms, all the way to cooling down afterwards." Roxy put a 
hand on Theo's thigh and stroked it. "I'm getting slick just thinking about 
it," she added.

Sima was trying to get my attention, so I handed the mic to her. "My new 
video is called 'Tantric Tease'," she said. "I keep one guy hard as nails 
for three hours and don't let him come until the very end."

Liz took the mic directly from Sima. "Tammy and I are in a new bondage 
film," she said. "It's about a BDSM superhero called The Silver Mask. We 
play roommates who get captured by a white slaver and sold to a right-wing 
Congressman with a secret fetish chamber in his basement. We get drugged, 
tied up, ball-gagged, chained and handcuffed ... pretty much everything, 
alone and in pairs."

I was going to start the questions there, but Paul and Rebecca had been so 
good and they wanted the mic, so I let them have it. "Our new film is called 
'Swap Meet'," Rebecca said. "It's about four couples who do a group yard 
sale, only it turns out they're all swingers."

There were some murmurs of appreciation from the audience. Most of my 
"reporters" had their hands up, so I advanced to the stage lip and chose my 
first one, a twenty-something guy in a Hawaiian shirt.

"Izzy Cumming, Nuts to Butts magazine," he began. "I want to ask Theo how he 
prepares his body to do an extended lovemaking scene like the ones in his 
new video."

"I have a very strict diet and exercise regimen," Theo explained after I 
relayed the question. "If I know I have a long shoot coming, like the ones 
we have planned with me and Roxy, I'll add in an extra tablespoon or two of 
yohimbe to my liver and oyster shake that morning, and I'll probably only 
put it to my girlfriend once before I head in to work instead of two or 
three times."

The audience cheered his bravado. My next reporter was a cute young thing in 
a pink dress. "Izzy Cumming, Crotch Shots," she said. "This is for Paul and 
Rebecca. Do you swing in real life?"

Paul took it. "Absolutely," he said. "Rebecca and I are constantly chatting 
people up for sex with each other. In fact, we were wondering if you had any 
plans for later."

I let the audience cheer for a minute, then went on to the next question. 
"Izzy Cumming," a bearded man in a polo shirt and jeans announced, "Hardcore 
Weekly. For Roxy: is it true that you've had three breast augmentations?"

Roxy was busy whispering something into Theo's ear, so I got her attention 
and repeated the question. She looked daggers at the guy who'd asked the 
question. "Absolutely not," she declared. Then she stood up, flipped the 
straps off her shoulders, and peeled her dress down to the waist. "I'll have 
you all know that these boobs are one hundred percent natural and always 
have been." Hefting her bare breasts, she turned to Theo. "Theo, do you see 
any scars under these?"

He stared intently at Roxy's orbs for a good long time before replying, 
"Nope. Nothing."

"Here," she offered, "Feel them for yourself. Do these feel fake to you, 
Theo?"

Again, Theo took his sweet time fondling Roxy's mammaries before answering. 
"They feel totally real to me," he assessed. "Not to mention fantastic."

Roxy sat down without fixing her dress and put an arm around Theo, who 
didn't object. With her other hand, she absentmindedly toyed with a breast. 
With the house lights up slightly, I could see "Barbie" back at her table 
looking daggers at him.

Another guy, this time in a button-down shirt. "Izzy Cumming, Lingus. The 
trades are still talking about that show-stopping kiss between Liz and Tammy 
during the Adult Video Awards show. Is it true that you've sworn off men and 
are committed lesbian lovers?"

Tammy took the microphone. "Guys are so childish," she said, throwing an arm 
lazily around Liz. "Liz and I have been friends and roommates since college. 
We got into the business together, and we love to work together. But we're 
not lesbian lovers. That's totally silly. Isn't that right, Liz?"

"That's right," Liz confirmed, grinning. "We're bi."

"And if you'd like a little demonstration," Tammy offered, "you can come up 
to our room later. And bring a friend."

As the audience cheered Liz and Tammy joined in a long, drawn-out, open 
mouthed kiss. Meanwhile, Theo now had his arm around Roxy and was fondling 
her breast while she blatantly groped and squeezed on the bulge in his 
pants.

I still needed a good, strong ending, so I took one more question from a 
busty blonde in a tube top. "Izzy Cumming, Nude Nation. This is for Roxy: is 
it true that you can make a guy come in less than 10 seconds?"

I couldn't have asked for a better setup. I relayed the question to Roxy and 
stood back. "Of course," she declared. "Watch this." With one smooth motion 
Roxy rose up on her seat, slipped one hand inside Theo's tenting pants, and 
put her mouth near his ear lobe. She licked him and whispered something 
while her hand worked unseen magic. The others on stage started counting out 
seconds.

They got as far as six. Then Theo's legs jerked outward and he cried out, 
"I'm coming! I'm fucking coming!" His hips thrust upward hard enough that he 
almost fell out of the seat, and a dark stain began to spread across the tan 
fabric. The audience and the rest of the volunteers cheered and applauded 
Roxy. The starlet, grinning with satisfaction, withdrew her hand and wiped 
it on Theo's pants leg before pulling the tight dress back over her breasts.

I let the applause die down before ending the bit. "Ladies and gentlemen of 
the media, that's all we have time for today. Now I'd like to invite 
everyone on stage and everyone in the audience to close your eyes and sleep 
..."




I was in the dressing room, staring absently into the mirror while I pulled 
off the lavaliere. The tape from the cord took some chest hair with it but I 
barely noticed.

"Interesting show," noted Rudi, the sound tech. "It was ... different from 
the first one."

*Yes it was*, I agreed silently. "The people make the show," I explained 
mechanically. "Each group is different, so each show is unique."

She was nodding. "If I'd known you were going to have that much talking 
across the stage, I would've put a couple of shotguns above the risers. That 
would have saved you all that hopping around with the hand mic to keep up 
with them.

I shrugged.

"Do you want me to do that for Friday night?" Rudy asked, insistent.

"Sure," I replied, handing over her equipment.

Rudi gave me the thumbs up. "Will do!" Then she hustled out the door.

I barely had time to get my shirt tucked back in when there was another 
knock on the door. "Mr. Torrance?" It sounded like Regan, the camera 
operator.

"It's okay," I told her, "I'm decent."

One side of her face cleared the door. "I just wanted to let you know that 
there's a couple of people in the green room waiting. They said you told 
them to meet you there."

I'd almost forgotten about Will and his girlfriend. I thanked Regan and 
finished getting the makeup off my face.

They were sitting on the sofa in the green room when I came inside. "Great 
show, Mr. Trancer," Will said, rising from the couch. "This is my 
girlfriend, Amy."

"I remember," I assured them, taking Amy's hand in mine. She was a petite 
brunette, short-haired and cute. She wore a white halter dress and moderate 
heels. Her cheeks blushed just a little when she met my gaze. To put her a 
little more at ease, I started off with small talk. "Beautiful weather we've 
had down here, don't you agree?"

We talked temperature and humidity until I'd managed to match her breathing 
rate and then bring it down to a more soothing level. I pulled up an ottoman 
and sat beside the couch on her right, facing her, mirroring her body 
posture as well. When I sensed we had rapport established, I moved to the 
topic at hand. "Let's talk about what you'd like me to do for you, Amy."

Her brow wrinkled. "I thought Will explained ." She looked back to her 
boyfriend as if for help.

"He explained," I assured her. "But I need you to tell me yourself. You can 
do that now, or you can go into hypnosis first if you'd rather."

She gulped quietly. "I think I'd be more comfortable talking about it if I 
was hypnotized first."

"We can do that," I said, letting my voice slow down and soften into my 
trance voice. "Or, really, what I mean to say is that you can do that. 
Because I really can't make you go into a trance ... that's right ... unless 
you want to. Going into trance is something you already know how to do. It's 
as simple as focusing on my voice, feeling your body relax and grow heavy 
... that's right ... and perhaps even allowing your inner mind to remember 
the sensations you experienced when you were on my stage, going deeper and 
deeper ... as your eyes close down, and you can just let them go ... now."

Amy's eyes grew distant and glassy almost from the start as her mind 
responded to my soft cadence and embedded suggestions. I did a few 
Elman-style arm drops until she was nice and deep, and then asked her to 
tell me what she wanted me to do for her.

"Make me sexy," she said quietly.

I looked at her slumped figure, curvaceous and well-toned, and a dozen 
emotions boiled up inside my chest. The entertainer gave way to the 
therapist. "You are already sexy," I said softly. "You have a lovely body 
and a powerful mind. Any man who does not find you sexy is unworthy of your 
attention. Go deeper, now, and tell me what you really want me to do for 
you."

She sunk a little further into the couch with a sigh. "I want you to help me 
have better sex with Will."

That, I could do. "Okay," I said. "In order to help you have better sex, we 
first need to determine what good sex feels like for you. With your 
permission, Amy, I'm going to lift your arm." She nodded very slightly. I 
took her arm and lifted it, supporting the elbow, until it was raised to a 
level just above her shoulder. "And now, Amy, you can let that arm sink 
slowly and easily down to the arm of the couch only as fast as your 
unconscious mind can recall the best sexual experience of your life - that 
sexual experience in which you felt most aroused, most satisfied, most 
alive." Her arm floated briefly, then started to slowly sink down. "That's 
right ... allow yourself to remember that experience. Feel the arousal, the 
joy, the satisfaction. When your arm reaches the arm of the couch, you'll be 
able to feel yourself in that experience at the height of your arousal, just 
moments away from climax."

Her arm continued its descent. Will watched wide-eyed as Amy's breathing 
became labored. Her eyes darted and fluttered under closed lids. Her nipples 
pushed hard against the halter dress, and in a few moments the unmistakable 
scent of a highly aroused woman began to reach my senses.

"That's right," I encouraged, lifting her arm back to its original position. 
"The more your arm lowers itself, the more aroused you become. The more 
aroused you become, the better sex you're going to have. Lower and lower, 
more and more aroused, climaxing only when your arm touches the arm of the 
couch."

I gave her a hell of a ride: each time her arm came close to the arm of the 
couch, I lifted it back up and reinforced the suggestion of increasing 
arousal as it went down. After a few repetitions, Amy's arm dropped faster 
and faster as her body writhed with extreme arousal. I caught the arm one 
last time, holding it just barely above the arm of the couch.

"Amy," I said, "you are now more aroused than you've ever been in your life. 
When you have your orgasm, it will be ten times better than any orgasm 
you've ever had before. It will be completely and totally satisfying in 
every way. Would you like Will to be able to make you feel this way, and to 
make you come like that, whenever you want to?"

Her head bobbed. "God, yes! Please, yes!"

"Good girl. Imagine that Will is with you right now. Imagine that this is 
Will squeezing your shoulder right now." Making sure Will was watching, I 
took one hand and squeezed Amy's right shoulder. "From now on, Amy, any time 
you feel Will squeeze your shoulder like this, you'll return immediately to 
the state of arousal you feel right now. You'll remain fully awake and 
alert, but you will become completely aroused, absolutely aroused, ready for 
the best orgasm of your life. You'll be able to orgasm as often as you like, 
as many times as you like, until both you and Will are satisfied. Will that 
be okay with you, Amy?"

I lifted the arm a few inches. "Then when your unconscious mind has accepted 
this suggestion permanently, let your arm lower to the arm of the couch and 
give you the best orgasm of your life."

Her arm sank steadily, and this time I didn't stop it. As soon as she felt 
the arm of the couch Amy's back arched and her body thrashed about wildly 
with the strength of her orgasm. "That's right," I said. "Let your entire 
body feel the orgasm. This is the best orgasm you've ever had. You can let 
it last as long as you want it to and then return to your deep trance 
state."

By the time Amy quieted down and became still again, almost four minutes had 
passed. Her skin gleamed all over from perspiration. And Will looked 
completely beside himself.

I spent several more minutes with Amy reinforcing her new trigger. I also 
took her through some reframing and worked on having her become more 
adventurous in the bedroom. Then it was time to count her up.

"Welcome back," I said as her eyes blinked open. "How do you feel?"

She peeked inside the top of her dress and moved her legs. "Like I've had 
the ride of my life," she replied. "What happened?"

"I'll let Will explain it - or better yet, Will, why don't you demonstrate?"

He gave me a puzzled look. "Now? Here?"

I shrugged. "Sure. Just be ready to head to your room immediately. Or lock 
the door behind me."

As I headed for the door, Will got up and sat beside Amy on the couch. He 
pulled her to him for a kiss.

"Don't," she chided. "I'm all sweaty."

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," he said, and squeezed her right shoulder. I 
stayed long enough to see Amy gasp in amazement, then dive hungrily at Will.

Sometimes I just love my work.


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