In the year of aught-one, when I was younger than I am now and still believed there was good in the world, my highest ambition, even higher than graduating law school, was to play Rocky at the local Rocky Horror Picture Show.

So I was working technical support, a fancy way of saying I set up scenery and ran one of the spotlights during the movie. Still that helped me to mess around with a better quality of girl than I would normally, so the work seemed worthwhile. This was all the normal part of being an understudy while learning the part.

The current Rocky was a good guy and was giving me advice on where to find a wig and clothes for the part. One night I was wearing a Kurt Angle shirt that said “I’ll make you Tap Out” I especially liked to wear it to mixed martial arts tournaments. It’s a very provocative shirt, but then I’m a very provocative guy.

Turns out the current Rocky, his name was John, was provoked. He said “no you can’t” Now I understand that there are lots of people out there who wouldn’t take that as fighting words. Hell, I hear there are lots of people who wouldn’t take my t-shirt as fighting words. Me and my friends, the ones I like best anyway, are not that kind of people.

“Yeah, I think I can. You want to roll?” I asked him.

“Sure” he said and slipped into a wrestlers crouch. The lobby was relatively clear of people, it being after the show and we were in the process of breaking down the scenery.

“You’ve studied martial arts?”

“Yeah, a few months. And believe me Ian, you won’t tap me out.”

See, John’s a good guy. We didn’t know each other real well, he knew I was recovering from back surgery though. He also saw me as being about 70 lbs smaller than him plus several inches of height. Since he played Rocky (the muscle bound character in the show) he was strong and built.

What he didn’t know was that I’d been a cagefighter for a couple of years and had pretty much lived in the gym for a couple of years learning Brazilian Jui-jitsu.

He shot my leg and I sprawled. Then I hooked his head and arm and rolled him onto his back. I pinned his thigh with my knee and locked in a side pin. A quick transition to a head and arm neck lock and he was tapping out.

“You were wrong” I said smiling.

“Yeah I was.” He smiled too and shook my hand. I showed him how to do the head and arm neck crank and he asked me what belt I was. Blue I told him, but that means something in Brazilian Jui-jitsu where you actually earn your belts and don’t get them handed to you every time you pay an extra fifty bucks.

I looked around to see if anybody was in audience for the ass kicking I just handed out and true to my life only a few tech crew were watching. My friends Ray, Roly and Elf boy. Other than that nary a soul. And what especially sucked was no girls saw. Which bummed me out cause John got all the girls.

But over the next few weeks word got out and the story grew in the telling. I just looked modest and said how I got lucky and things could have gone either way. Humble is the best way to build a reputation as a bad ass. Take it from me.

Or from Flashman who I got it from, but that’s another story. He’s a fictional character created by one George Mcdonald Frasier who you’ve probably never heard of but ought to check out some time.

However I severely digress. Anyway over the next few weeks I start teaching Ray, Rolly and Elf boy submission fighting and let them spar with each other. Girls come and watch, more because Rolly is the consummate ladies man than any other reason. Still I’m starting to get looks from girls who wouldn’t have given me the time of night before.

And while there’s the time me and Ray and Rolly get hassled by the cops for these late night combat lessons (which is a hell of a story in it’s own right but that I’m eliding here for the sake of brevity) life is starting to pick up. And the horrible sin of hubris makes its grand entrance.

Christina, a red head of the hottest variety, gives me the eye for the night. She’d watched the sparring and had gotten all turned on when I’d tapped out a backyard wrestler who’d dropped by. It helped the guy was an arrogant ex-boyfriend of hers. Naturally I’d welcomed the attention, I’m not stupid. Not yet, that came later.

Later arrived. She’d had to set up some gear so squirmed out of my embrace and glided inside the theatre. I watched her backside bounce into the distance. She was wearing a low cut velvet bodice, with a micro skirt. What really set the outfit off was the garter belt and stockings. Her breasts were creamy perfection and her but was the bounciest, perkiest lush bottom a guy could wish for.

So why did I let my gaze plummet into the neckline of the Brittany Spears wannabe in the school girl outfit. Because I’m a man that’s why.

She put her hand on my arm and asked “Have you been working out?”

So I kissed her. She pressed her body against mine and electricity ran up my spine. Her waist was trim, I spanned it with my hands. Her lips were warm and her perfume was spicy. It filled my nostrils and set my mind aflame. I traced the sides of her body with my palms and then cupped her ass and lifted. She wrapped her legs around my back.

She seemed weightless and I could feel her moist heat through her clothes. My cock throbbed inside my jeans and I wanted to fuck her right there.

“Ian!” shouted a voice. It was familiar, it was feminine, it was …

“Christine” the girl I was holding hissed in my ear. “Fucking slag!”

Do you ever get the feeling you’re a pawn in a game you don’t understand? This was like that except I knew the game. ‘Brittany’ had just counted coup against Christina by scamming me. But she’d understand that I had been duped and was really perfectly innocent and blameless.

“You fucking dick, Ian. I thought you were different. But you’re a fucking tool just like every other fucking boyfriend. Matt!”

That last was the name of the backyard wrestler. Fuck!

I looked at the Brittany clone and held out my arms.

“As if” she said and turned on her heel. I followed her ass with my eyes as she sauntered away, I had to, it was that kind of ass.

“Damn, you fucked up.” Rolly said.

“Thanks, I was wondering.”

“No it’s pretty clear.”

“That was sarcasm Rolly.”

”Oh yeah, right. She was really hot though.”

“Yeah” I said sighing.

“I’m gonna fuck her tonight.”

“Sure, I bet.”

“No I mean really. We were making out before she saw you and Christina. She wants me man.”

“Why didn’t you warn me?” I said turning on him.

“What warn you that a super hottie wants to press herself against you? Should I warn you that you’re about to win a million dollars before you play the lotto?”

“Hey that was a good one. You’re mastering the sarcasm thing.”

“Well at twenty bucks a lesson I should be.”

“Hey at least I teach you submission fighting for free.”

“Yeah, apparently you don’t charge for what you’re good at.”

“Don’t push it.”

“Okay teach.”

He calls me teach because that’s my nickname with the guys I’m teaching mixed martial arts to. Anyway you might think that screwing up with both girls was my come uppance for the night. Would that that were so. My screwing had yet to come.

I was running the spotlight, John was running around the theatre singing about the sword of Damocles and I was spotting Dr. Frank N. Furter following him. That lasted a lap around the aisles then they settled back on stage. I was just keeping the light steady at that point when I felt nails trailing up the back of my neck. Goosebumps arose as well as other things. Nails are 10 of my favourite things.

“Gaaah” I said intelligently.

“Sssshh” a voice breathed hot in my ear.

I swallowed audibly.

“I’m sorry Christina” I whispered.

“It’s okay. I’m not mad anymore. Just relax and enjoy.” She blew softly in my ear and my ass clenched as my little guy grew. I could feel her full breasts pressed into my back. I wanted to fondle and grasp but I had to keep my hands steadying the spot.

“Sssh, just concentrate on your job. Keeping the light on the stage. Let me do everything. It’s okay. Ssshh”

I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. I kept the light on the stage.

“Good boy” she said and giggled. My cock throbbed. She had the sexiest little girl giggle and I always went week at the knees when she laughed.

On stage Mark, our Meat Loaf, was blowing a saxophone and singing an ode to lost nights of Rock and Roll. I kept the spot on our Brad and Janet as Ray kept his light on Eddie and Columbia. Well those are the character names anyways.

“Relax” the hot breath said “let me make you feel good. Close your eyes.”

I shouldn’t have but I did.

“Move the spot left” she said. I moved it left.

“Steady”

I kept it steady.

Her hand slipped down to the front of my jeans. The zipper unzipped. She ran her nails along my little guy. He wasn’t little anymore and he throbbed at her touch.

“Don’t move” she said. I didn’t.

“Just relax. You feel so good.”

I did.

“You love letting me take charge don’t you. It feels natural and good. Spot left.”

I moved the spot left.

“That’s good. You’re doing great” and she giggled again. My knees went weak. She bit me on the side of the neck. My cock spasmed and I knew I was leaking precum.

“Mmmm” I heard her say and imagined she was licking her fingers. “Yummy.”

She freed my cock and began stroking.

“When I tell you now, you will come and it will be the best orgasm of your life. You can see my breasts bouncing in front of you. My magic breasts. So round and full. They’re taking control over you. That’s why they’re magic. No man can resist them. No when they’re bouncing in front of you. Now!”

I came through her fingers and against the backs of the last row of seats. Luckily no one was sitting there and Ray was way on the other side of the theatre.

The orgasm was mindblowing. My whole body shook and shuddered. And I had seen her breasts, just like she said. Irresistable cleavage bouncing and jiggling.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You” I said without reservation. In my mind I could still see her full creamy breasts swaying before me.

“Why?”

“You’re magical cleavage.”

“Yeah me” she said and laughed.

I rejoiced that she was happy.

“I’m going to snap my fingers. You’ll wake up, zip up and forget all about this. You won’t remember till I say magic. But you will obey anything I say, even though you don’t understand why you’re doing it. Do you understand?”

“Yeah” I said hazily. It was tough to concentrate on her words when her breasts were so prominent in my minds eye.

“Stop staring at my breasts and listen” she said. “Do you understand?”

“Yes” I said trying not to stare.

She snapped her fingers. Everything went black. Absentmindedly I zipped up and tucked myself in. I opened my eyes and jerked my spot to catch up with the action.

“Hi” a voice said from behind me. It was Christina.

“Christina look, I’m so sorry about earlier.”

“It’s okay, I’m not mad anymore.”

Instantly I believed her. “Great” I said.

“I’ve gotta go” she said and slipped away. I tried over my shoulder to get a glimpse of her ass but I wasn’t quick enough. I hate this gig sometimes.

Eventually I was on break and headed outside the theatre where people smoked. I kept an eye out for Christina while flirting with whoever seemed flirtable. True to his word Rolly had ‘Brittany’ up against the wall and his hand up her skirt. His back hid most of the action but her eyes were rolled up in her head. He saw me and turned her just a bit. I slapped her ass, hard. It was small compensation but you take your shots where you can.

A ball of cuteness bounced up to me and hugged me tight. From the softness of her skin and the hint of vanilla I knew it was Christina. I hugged her back hard.

“Hi” she said and crossed her eyes. It sounds weird but on her it’s super cute.

“Hi yourself sexy. I’m glad you’re not mad anymore.”

“Of course. Now kiss my boot top!”

Immediately I knelt in front of her.

“Stomach on the ground, like you’re fucking the sidewalk.”

Now I hate dirt and germs. And this is some of the dirtiest sidewalk in town. But I had my whole body laid down upon it before she’d finished her sentence. And I had no idea why. I tried to fight it. Hell I tried to get up. I’d even said “no way” on the way down. And that’s so fucking cliché. Which made it kind of arousing…

I couldn’t get up. My body didn’t feel heavy. It just wasn’t listening to me. Like when you freeze up and you want to move but can’t. Something like that. Or when the wind is knocked out of you. You think about getting up. You shout commands at your body but nothing happens. That’s the best I can do to explain it. Believe me you don’t want to experience it.

“Kiss my feet” she commanded.

I squinted my eyes shut and concentrated. I don’t have to do this I thought. I am the center of me and I determine what I’ll do, no one else. I am not going to do this. Not. Not. No way.

I kissed the top of her boot.

“With tongue.”

I licked her boot and caressed it with my lips and tongue. I ran my piercing along the sides and top. Can you imagine the dirt and germs on top of a boot? I was so going to be sick.

“Look at this piece of filth” she addressed the crowd. “He was my date and kissed another girl. He’s not even hot. And look at me” she did a twirl for the crowd and elicited the proper mix of catcalls and wolf whistles.

“Drama queen” one girl in a cat suit said.

“Kiss my ass” Christina said.

I gladly stopped licking her boot and kissed her perky butt. I had free will enough to nip and lick it as well. That was the first fun I’d had since she started giving commands.

“Not you… nevermind.” Then to the crowd “should I forgive him or punish him more.”

“Forgive him” Ray and Elf boy said.

“Kick him in the balls” Lisa, one of the ex-girlfriend elite, shouted. “A lot” she added.

“Stand up and apologize.”

I was sad to take my lips off her sweet, soft skin but I had no choice. I’d stopped even trying to fight. I stood in front of her and begged forgiveness.

“You think you can just apologize and I’ll forgive you like magic?”

I closed my eyes as sensation and memory overwhelmed me. I could feel her breath on my ear and hear her voice like it was happening, not a returning memory.

I shook and shuddered as the memory of breathtaking orgasm hit. I almost came again it was so powerful, but mercifully didn’t. I remembered the bliss of slipping under her control and wanted it again; wanted to feel her nails gliding across my skin, to hear her tinkling voice washing away my will.

“Oh wow” I said.

“You remember now, yeah you.”

“Yeah me” I agreed.

“I forgive you.”

“Can we go home now?” I asked her. “To my place?” I added hopefully. Possibly a little breathlessly.

“Why?”

“Because I want you to do that all over again, only alone and with both of us naked.”

She giggled and her magical cleavage bounced.

“You’re cute” she said and stroked my nose.

I grinned like a maniac.

“You don’t like being hypnotized. You hate it.” she told me.

“What the hell did you do to me?” I asked her. Suddenly I felt violated. I wanted to throw up. I had licked her boots…

“Why?” I demanded. “I shouldn’t have kissed her, but that doesn’t rate what you did. You mind raped me. You took over my body” a tear trailed down my cheek. “I crawled for you. Kissed your ass. Fuck you” I said and walked away.

“Come back” she said.

Despite straining every muscle of my body I turned around and walked back to her.

“Kneel for me” she commanded.

I knelt.

She pressed my face into her soft round breasts. The creamy flesh surrounded me. It felt great and horrible because I didn’t want it to feel great. She had forced me to do things I didn’t want to do. And made me like it. There’s not much worse you can do to a person, yet I still loved being face deep into her boobs. I cursed myself as I licked her nipple hungrily.

“My breasts are magical. They can heal. All the hurt, all the sickness is gone. You feel refreshed and whole.”

Suddenly I didn’t feel twisted inside. I didn’t hate myself anymore. Not for having surgery I shouldn’t have had. Not for taking too long to stand up to my dad. Nothing. I just felt whole and complete.

She lifted my chin and I looked into her deep brown eyes. They melted my heart the way they always do. Then she crossed them and I laughed, deep from my belly and my whole body shook.

“Forgive me” she said. “I was really pissed.”

“I forgive you. Me?”

“Sure you’re forgiven. Be free from all my commands and suggestions” she said.

I felt a wave of something wash over me. Suddenly I felt lighter. Free.

“Did you like being hypnotized?” she asked me.

“I liked going under. Having to do what you said when I hated it, that didn’t feel good. Erotic though. But I felt dirty. Not in a good way. Like dirty inside. Ashamed and angry.”

“Would you like to do it again, with less humiliation and in private? Without clothes?”

“Except the garter belt and stockings?” I wheedled.

“Except the garter belt and stockings.”

“You’re amazing” I told her.

“I know” she said and bounced a little.

My eyes were glued to her breasts and she giggled.

“See, they’re magical.”

“Believe me I know.” I realized I’d started to hate myself again. “Can you do that healing thing again, it was nice to not hate myself.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. But if you ever want to talk when you’re depressed, or not talk even, you can call me.”

“Thanks” I said. I realized I was still staring at her breasts and looked away.

“It’s okay, you can stare; I don’t mind.” She started to sway, just a little bit side to side.

Already I could feel myself slipping under.

Which is how I ended up doing a lap around the aisles calling out “beep, beep I’m an idiot” like I used to in basic training.

But I’d made a fool of myself before and survived. And she looked so good in that garter belt and stockings that night. With her red hair pooled behind her on my white sheets, her ankles up in the air and slipping my cock inside her nether lips, so tight and warm and moist. Inside her deep and sliding out, only to plunge in again. The soft feel of satin stockings tingling against my thighs. Rubbing my cock against the smooth fabric.

Her rolling me over and getting on top. Riding to the tip of my cock, off entirely and a cool breeze making me twitch, then plunging me deep inside her, nearly drawing me to climax.

When I think back, I remember the pink buds of her nipples, her heavy creamy breasts and the sweet warmth and wetness of her. The hypnosis I barely remember, kissing her feet in front of everybody I’d like to forget if anyone would let me. But when the night gets cold and the darkness chills my soul as I feel age and death creeping closer; I remember her giggle and the way she bounced and the stars shine a little brighter and push back the dark so a man can breathe and make peace with the night.