All those memories knocked her down on that stage, writhing and remembering her climax while holding her hand up awkwardly in the air, rocking her hips in a thrust into imaginary space to ride that high still longer.
All the while, Mesmer watches, tense and entranced by her display.
Libi collapses, drool pooling on the side of her lips, her eyes glazed over, and her chest rising and falling slowly with post-climatic gasps.
And the imaginary balloon tied to her arm finally pops, making her remember everything, feel everything, and love everything over again!
During her second performance, Mesmer kneels beside her, reaching out and patting her head. “Such an enthusiastic lady. It’s not very often one finds a gal in Anteronia so repressed. I’m sure you have your reasons, and I could have you express them here and now, but why command you when you can tell me and the world when you’re ready?”
She lay on the ground as a mess of orgasmic delight, her breath quick and high-pitched, and her body limp and tired.
Mesmer stands and turns toward the audience, placing a finger upon his lips. “Perfect performance, my dear, and one you’ll no doubt forget. Let us, then, make this our little secret.” He holds his fingers up, presenting to the crowd, his voice booming, “When I snap my fingers, you won’t remember being hypnotized, nor will you remember what you've done on stage. Now, up”, he says, holding his hand out.
She reaches her hand, clasping his grasp, and he pulls her up. She follows with a smile, standing with slumped shoulders and eyes that stare into nothing.
“You will recall promoting your establishment only. The cues I applied to you shall accumulate in the background, but they shall not affect you until next we meet, and you witness me snap my fingers twice, or I state the words myself.”
SNAP
A wave of silence hits the audience, just as planned, of course–a public performance made private to preserve the lady’s dignity but give her the best orgasm of her life twice.


“Let’s give Libi a round of applause, everyone!”
The crowd cheers, and Libi blinks, embarrassed that she zoned out for just a moment after nailing the ad read. “Uh, thanks, everyone. Baker’s is really nice, and it really is the best in town.”
Mesmer nods, motioning to the crowd. “They know how much you like Baker’s Bakery, and I’m sure everyone would promise to visit it after the show.”
While she walks off, Mesmer smirks, watching her leave, confident that while his audience cheered him on, he received the most entertaining show of the day.
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Libi returns to Baker’s Bakery mired in sweat. She stumbles into the changing rooms, where she drops her apron off into her locker, and looks at herself in the mirror, frowning.
She can’t possibly go back to work looking like this.
Luckily, there are spare uniforms, but those won’t fix the sticky funk of exertion. Libi can hear the sound of her boss ringing in her mind, “Cleanliness is key, Darlings. If your body is clean enough to eat off of, you’re clean enough to work in the kitchen. That’s why I had the wherewithal to install showers for the workers. It costs a pretty platinum, but it’s worth it to give the best customer results; I can assure you of that.”
Libi grabs a towel and peels off her top, tossing it to the side. She sighs, looking over herself. She cups her breasts, rubbing her palms over her oddly-erect nipples. “If he had actually hypnotized me instead of just letting me talk,” she thinks aloud, “maybe I would have done something really embarrassing.”
She sighs and leans down, shimmying out of her bottoms. She hooks her fingers into her panties and tugs them down. She stops when she’s met with a slight resistance–a gentle tugging between her legs. She pulls her panties downward, the fabric folding itself over as it glides down.
She pushes any concern aside, stepping into the shower and letting the cold tile cool her bare feet.
With a squeaking of the faucet and a hiss of the heat, the water splashes down over Libi, rolling down her skin and pressing down her short and straight hair. She closes her eyes, running her hands over her face as she tilts toward the water. All the worrisome thoughts she had as she entered seemed to disappear as if someone had snapped their fingers, and they were gone.
The shower room door opens, and Libi rubs the water from her eyes. She sees a co-worker's slim and flat figure over her shoulder. As usual, the earthy girl enters the room with a towel wrapped around her waist and a wood-hued arm draped over her chest. Verdant eyes scan Libi for a few moments before she closes the door behind her.
“Sorry, Melia,” Libi says, turning away from her grassy-haired companion.
“No, it’s fine,” Melia says, stepping up to the faucet beside Libi’s, dropping the towel, and adding the spray of steamy hot liquid into the room. The water strikes her dirt-covered skin, letting the muddy mixture disappear down the drain.
“Didn’t think your classes ended yet”, Libi says, breaking the silence but focusing on the wall in front of her, not her companion.
“They usually do”, Melia says, “but I tend to stay behind to work on different projects in the botanical laboratory. I usually shower at the dorm, but I stayed behind late today.”
Libi blinks, rubbing her arm, perhaps longer than she should have, as the lather has long since disappeared. “Wait, I wasn’t expecting your shift to start for another hour.”
“Nah, I usually start at this time”, Melia says, running her fingers through her hair. “I was running a little late, but as long as I rinse off and dry off quickly, I should be–hey, you alright?”
Libi twists the faucet off, holding onto it for support. The last droplets of water roll down her curvy form. Her heart flutters as she flashes through her day. “There’s no way I took that long”, she mutters.