12 comments/ 12779 views/ 2 favorites The Hypnotist Ch. 01 By: Dinsmore Here he was with a PhD in psychology and a medical degree less the medical internship and residencies from a top university augmenting his university salary by working the summer sales meeting circuit as the entertainment event. He rationalized that the money wasn’t bad, he got to visit high end resort locations that he probably couldn’t afford and there was at least a modicum of research value. He was a hypnotist and a damned good one. There was science to what he did; it was far more than cheap parlor tricks or chicanery. After the first few gigs he’d become far less of an academic and more the showman. That’s what audiences expected; they wanted to be entertained. He’d explain the science---briefly---at the beginning of the show. He’d ask for volunteers and have them sit in a semi-circle on stage. He had an evaluative routine he had developed to weed out those who simply couldn’t be hypnotized. That part always bored the audience to tears but it was a necessary component. There’d always be a couple of jokers who, desirous of attention, would attempt to fake it and pretend to be susceptible. He’d gotten very good at weeding them out too. He always tried to explain the facts: (1) not everyone can be hypnotized; (2) no one can be hypnotized who doesn’t want to be; (3) under hypnosis no one can be compelled to do something they don’t want to do or something which violates their ingrained moral code; (4) under hypnosis, ones true character is impossible to hide; (5) the ability to be easily hypnotized is not a weakness---far from it---it can enable a person to efficiently control their own life and actions and (6) those who are susceptible and are successfully hypnotized become more susceptible with each additional episode in the future. Tonight had been a good night. A tall, well assembled, strikingly pretty blond who didn’t think she could sing stood up at the mike and sang a popular country song as if she’d studied singing for years. A young manager who had the look and moves of a weasel acted like the money grubbing, greedy, sneaky rodent he really was on the inside. Most of the people in the audience probably weren’t very surprised at his behavior---they just got to see it unmasked in all of its glory on stage. Another woman, some sort of relatively senior manager with, he was certain, a reputation for being no nonsense and humorless entertained the crowd for several minutes with a series of sharply executed and borderline bawdy jokes. One guy got up and did a very respectable tap dance routine. Another reverted to toddler talk. By the end of the show many in the audience were convinced that it was far more than a stage trick. He would always be invited to join the group at the bar; as those who had been successfully “put under” swore up and down that they had no been faking, the skeptics fell by the wayside. Most who had been hypnotized had only hazy recollections of what they had done. The very pretty girl whose singing prowess would have put Tammy or Loretta to shame had been one of the most susceptible subjects he had ever encountered. He was pleased when she sought him out at one of the many free bars. He was pretty certain that her response to post hypnotic suggestion would be profound. Using his knowledge and gift inappropriately was not his shtick. It was a gift, for no matter how much you studied hypnosis, not everyone could “make it happen”. He was a good looking guy who usually had no problem finding attractive bed companions. Taking advantage of someone by lowering their inhibitions through hypnosis was immoral, unethical and just plain wrong. He was pretty sure that he could bed down this sweetheart based on his own merits but fooling around at one of these meetings with the participants had a way of coming back to bite you in the ass. She pulled out a cigarette from a green box in her purse. He struck a match from a book conveniently placed at the back of the bar and lit it for her. “Do you enjoy smoking or do you want to quit?” “Enjoy…and want to quit. Actually, there are about four or five cigs a day that I genuinely enjoy. Certainly I find the one after a meal, the first one of the day and the one after…other activities very pleasant. The problem is, I can’t stop there and end up smoking a couple of packs a day---or more---out of habit. It kills my endurance---my wind.” “Okay…let’s see. A little bit of a challenge since as susceptible as I believe you are to post hypnotic suggestion, getting you to quit would be very easy. I’ve done it hundreds of times. Getting you to the point wherein you only smoke the cigarettes you really enjoy is a bit more challenging. Do you want to try?” “Do you work out of a clinic somewhere? I don’t recall where you said you were from but…” “No, that’s not what I had in mind and no, I’m essentially a college professor and researcher, not a clinician with a storefront. If you want to try, we can do it here.” “Is this where you invite me back to your room for a private session?” She said with some combination of flirtation and taunting skepticism. “Well, admittedly there are a lot of distractions here which we can work through but it probably won’t work if someone walks up and interrupts us during the process.” “How long would it take?” “With you, probably not more than a couple of minutes. I noticed a bank of reasonably roomy phone booths off the lobby. I doubt that anyone is using them right now as the liquor is beginning to flow. They have glass doors so your virtue would not be at risk.” “Okay…what the heck? Why not?” In a couple of minutes the two of them were sequestered in what was not quite as roomy a phone booth for two as he had anticipated. He could feel the warmth of her well appointed young body. Her feminine essence invaded his senses. His cock stirred; thanks to his extensive training and experience he was able to stop the trend and free his mind of carnal thoughts. Thanks to her previous hypnotic state during the stage show it took less than half a minute to put her in a suggestive state. It took another three or four minutes to lay the foundation for the rather specific post hypnotic suggestion. When he brought her back to reality, she spoke. “So, how long is this going to take again?” “We’re done.” “You’re kidding me! I don’t remember anything.” “Let’s go back to the bar, put your box of Shermans™ in front of you and see how it’s working.” Half an hour later, the adorable blond with the picture perfect figure had not reached for a cigarette once. “You’re not consciously trying to resist reaching for a smoke, are you?” “No, not at all.” “Okay, let’s try something.” he said, taking one of her premium smokes and lighting up. “You smoke? I would think you’d be able to…” “Self hypnosis? Sure. It’s actually easier than hypnotizing someone else. I can teach you that technique. I’m like you; I enjoy four or five smokes in a day but don’t smoke them every day. At that level the risk factors are virtually zero. Most habitual smokers really crave a cigarette when some nearby lights up. How about you?” “Nope. But you’re right. Normally as soon as you lit up I’d be reaching for one.” “Okay---good. One caveat: I can’t hypnotize your body not to feel the effects of nicotine withdrawal. Fortunately most of the effects wear off in twenty-four hours and after seventy-two hours you’re pretty much home free. I’d suggest you take some aspirin or whatever for the next day or so to prevent the typical dull headaches and moderate the liquor and caffeine---and drink lots of water.” Looking around to ensure that no one seemed to be eyeballing them, the pretty young lady gave him a quick kiss on the mouth. Quick, yes, but warm, moist and inviting. “Did you make me do that?” “Not on your life! I don’t play those kind of games…unethical, immoral…cheating. You did that on your own. In any event, thank you. That was very sweet.” “Are you married?” “Never had the pleasure---you?” “I came damn close once but he wanted a stay at home frau and wasn’t quite ready for that. Someday, of course. How old are you?” “Thirty-four…you?” “Three weeks shy of thirty. Tell me…you said I was very easy to hypnotize…isn’t that really a weakness?” “Only if you don’t realize it. Once you realize it and understand it, you can use it to your advantage---the self hypnosis that I was speaking about earlier. Very strong willed, ‘in charge’ controlling personalities are almost impossible to hypnotize and those types of people probably view those who can be hypnotized easily as inferior. In fact the opposite is true. Look what you just accomplished! You can use post hypnotic suggestion to accomplish almost anything assuming your body is physically capable. Athletes who visualize a winning event---all the great golfers do it---are in fact engaging in self hypnosis but the physical ability to make a perfect shot still has to be there. What sports do you enjoy?” “I like to ski…I play in a semipro women soccer league…and I play golf---more for business than anything else.” “So you would consider yourself reasonably athletic, physically fit and in possession of a degree of prowess in the sports you enjoy?” “Sure. I’ve always been a bit of a jock. Golf often frustrates me---probably because I don’t really love it.” “Okay, let me give you some techniques you can use to help you hypnotize yourself.” “Do we need to go back to the phone booth?” “I think we can do it right here.” Within ten minutes she had successfully absorbed a series of exercises that would enable her to hypnotize herself. “What about fears…inhibitions?” “Fear of flying, fear of heights, fear of crowds---assuming we’re not talking some sort of clinical psychosis---sure.” “Fear of commitment?” A joke…but not really? “That can be very difficult one that doesn’t generally respond well to hypnosis.” “What about inhibitions? I know I treading on delicate ground here but you come off as a decent, ethical guy…I mean…” “Sexual issues?” “Uh, huh.” “Within reason---but then we get back to that ingrained moral code issue. I can’t make someone who finds…let’s see…S&M activities completely repugnant suddenly dress up in skin tight leather and grab some whips and chains. I’ve done some research into using hypnosis to deal with mild sexual dysfunction. It usually involves a subject, often female, who has had one or more unpleasant or even painful sexual experiences---date rape, for example and has lost the ability to enjoy a loving sexual encounter. Sometimes the trauma is simply too deeply ingrained. In those cases, hypnosis is no substitute for psychotherapy. “Often with younger subjects---those with limited sexual experience ---and those who have been bombarded with so much pop psychology dealing with sexual expectations or performance---getting them to simply relax and free their mind of all the garbage can be very effective.” “You see patients?” “A portion of my responsibility to the university includes working part time in a clinical setting generally involving students and university employees. I’m probably more the pure academic and researcher but the clinical experience is very valuable as part of my research.” “So, you don’t see…private patients?” “I’ve done some work for the courts---pro bono---but no, no private practice past the occasional friend of a friend or family member.” She reached into her small clutch and retrieved her business card. “Do college professors have business cards?” “Sure.” he replied, retrieving one from his wallet. She perused it, then spoke. “The Ohio State University™?” “Not where I went to school but my employer for the last three years. And you are from…Dayton?” “Small world…not an hour away. I’m not from there---I just work there…Iowa originally then Indiana for college---Notre Dame. Probably will end up moving again within a year, assuming I get promoted. You go by…” “Eric. Eric Jarrell. And you…” “Janice---never Jan. Janice Bodner.” “Pleased to met you Janice.” “The pleasure is all mine, Eric. I hate to be a party pooper, but I’ve got to kick off the closing presentation in the morning so I need to hit the sack. I hope this isn’t inappropriate but…if I should have some difficulty with the mental exercises you gave me---may I call you?” “Absolutely! Hell, we’re almost neighbors. I’d love to hear from you.” She perused him thoughtfully. “You can count on it, then.” They shook hands; he watched the soft sway of her hips approvingly as she departed. He was certain that if she did not call him, he would call her. He knew he wanted to see her again…maybe more? Eric endured a short string of nearly inebriated revelers who wanted to talk about his show or their experiences. Just as he was preparing to finish drink and head for his room, the somewhat taciturn senior female manager who had done the standup routine under hypnosis sidled up to him and took the adjoining bar stool. She was a very attractive woman with a prominent bust line and a little more swell to her posterior than Janice Bodner had displayed. His medical training kicked in as he observed the almost imperceptible but telltale sins of very high-end facial plastic surgery. She’d had her eyes, jaw line and lips done---of that he was sure. He wondered about the boobies and the butt. In any event the facial work was not excessive and certainly first rate. He didn’t know all of the ins and outs of female fashion but judged her attire to be of the same high quality as her facial augmentations. She was probably something past forty but could easily pass for middle thirties. They made small talk. She asked the usual questions about his “craft”. She told him how much the group had enjoyed the show and how surprised she was at how well it had been received. She wondered if hypnosis could be used to help young sales reps get over their initial fear of selling and “asking” for the business. He indicated that he thought it would and that it would be an interesting experiment from a research perspective. She was the corporate vice president of sales and marketing. She indicated that she had an ample budget for sales training and expressed her disappointment at the return on investment of most of their current sales training programs. He reminded her that not everyone could be hypnotized and that attempting to teach a sales person to hypnotize his or her way into a sale was not realistic. She was okay with that. She was in fact a professional in her own right simply interested in getting new sales reps through their often traumatic first few months in the field. Her name was Diane Simmons. “I’ve got a new rep training meeting coming up in a few weeks. Hopefully we can compare calendars and get you in for a day to work with our people. How’s that sound?” “Sure. I don’t have my schedule on me---it’s in my suitcase. It would be helpful for me to have the chance to do some one-on-one follow up to discern if my work really has the desired effect.” “Eric, we routinely pay sales consultants a grand a day or more---plus expenses. We’d arrange to have one of the corporate jets transport you---hell from where you are to Chicago is under and hour. I apologize for being little Miss all business here, but I’d really like to nail this down. How about if you go back to your room and grab your Daytimer™ and meet me in my suite so we can close this deal?” “Right now?” “No time like the present. Give me twenty minutes---I’ve been in this damn outfit all day and I’d like to grab a quick shower and get into something comfortable. I’ll bet you’d like to change too.” “Okay…why not?” “We’re on the same floor---the concierge level---so your key card will get you there. I’m in room 2322.” “Let me see…2324? It would appear that we are neighbors of a sort.” “I’ll give you a ring when I’m ready.” Diane indicated, and with that the two of them exited the bar. Dianne got waylaid by some other senior type so Eric headed upstairs alone. After a quick shower he changed into the classic polo and shorts of the resort casual set and sat down to wait for her call. She didn’t call; she pounded on the door separating their two rooms. He unlocked his side. Something more comfortable? Well, certainly the obviously expensive short silk robe looked very comfortable. It provided an alluring glimpse of her ample cleavage and quite remarkable long, tanned legs. She exuded the fresh scent of her recent shower with just a hint of very expensive perfume. The smile was less forced---not as plastic---than the business visage he ha observed before. When she turned to indicate that he should sit on the sofa, her astounding rump was perfectly displayed as the thin silk fabric clung alluringly to her rear. Natural or augmented, it was a damn near perfect specimen. She offered him a drink; she had evidently just uncorked a premium red that had to go for a C note from room service. He accepted the offer, remarking on the excellent libation. She sat down next to him and offered a toast to, “a wining business relationship”. The silk robe fell open at the thigh; if she was wearing panties under there he sure as hell couldn’t see any trace of ‘em. It didn’t take ten minutes to conduct their business which included both of them signing a standard contractor agreement and the provision of an advance check for three thousand dollars. He excused himself to return to his own room and put his calendar back in his suitcase. When he returned a minute later he was certain that she had adjusted the robe to improve the view. He could clearly see the areola of her left breast and the hint of blond public hair at the juncture of her perfectly shaped thighs. He was pretty sure that she wasn’t a natural blond but whoever did her hair color was a master. Did he or she also touch up the other hair? It was the moment of truth. Excuse himself, feign fatigue and keep things on a purely business basis? Fuck it. She wanted to get laid; so did he. Something told him it would be good. No woman spent that kind of time and money to look good just for the hell of it. Should he make the first move? Well in all actuality she had already made several first moves. There’s no way I‘m misreading this, still…don’t want to fuck up the business piece. He needn’t have worried; her hand deftly released the silk sash at her waist. The boobies had been augmented, of that he was now positive but it was as good a job a he’d ever seen. Her perfectly trimmed pussy was quite artfully displayed. Her hand was in his lap deftly releasing his belt and zipper. She leaned in and kissed him aggressively…probing urgently…forcing her tongue inside his mouth. He didn’t choose to resist the oral exploration. One of his hands found her firm posterior and explored her cleft. She moaned appreciatively. Diane slid down between his legs, sliding the robe completely off of her shoulders as she did so. Pulling Eric’s shorts down over his legs she proceeded to work her warm lips and darting tongue up the inside of his thigh, tantalizing and teasing him with her mouth. Softly sucking one of his balls into her wet mouth while a hand softly stroked his full erection she groaned appreciatively at his more than adequate girth and length. Pulling his bulbous cock head inside her mouth and flicking her tongue around the tip, she gently cupped his balls and allowed her long fingers to stray back along his perineum. She was such as tease…with each downward motion taking a little more of his rigid organ inside her oral cavity until ultimately he felt her hot breath tickle his pubic mound enticingly. Slowly at first…languorous…so deep…deeper than any other woman he could recall. He drifted…allowing the exquisite sensations to permeate his entire being…aware as her pace increased…aroused as much by the feeling as he was by her own arousal as her breathing became more rapid and her soft moans more pronounced. Let it sneak up on you…never anticipate…always better that way…YESSSSSS! The Hypnotist Ch. 01 Author's note: This is a build up of my ideas put into one fantasy story. I figured it would be a bit fun to try and set the story all over the place so it somehow connected with my future stories. Unfortunately it starts a bit slowly so I added a couple fun scenes really close into the beginning as we get started. Feel free to comment and give me suggestions I really like adding new ideas and fixing my mistakes, or even learning new ways to get better at this. I do not mind that others use this but please tell me first so I may read it too. I would like to see how you put things together in your own way. I realize that I may have screwed up in a couple places in this first person POV but I'm not used to that, but I felt like it needed to be in first person to fit the main character. The Hypnotist. Hello there. I suppose you're going to want to know my story, eh? Well then let me introduce myself. My name is Jack Stellings, or that's what you'll call me. I've had to switch it up to keep myself from getting into MAJOR amounts of trouble. You would have no idea what consequences could come from power. Neither did I at first. I quickly learned though, as will you. You see...While I will not tell you my real name I'm certain that you won't find Mister Jack Stellings anywhere on the planet. Not because I will deny or that the name doesn't exist but because of a consequence I had to take. And you will learn all about that in due time. It all started on December 31st, 2012, at a corner pub known as Osmonds. I was new to town, hell, I was new to state. So I was looking for a good place to hang around and possibly get lucky for the new year coming up in about four hours. I knew I wasn't going to have much luck getting to bed due to my looks but hey if I couldn't land some drunk chick who needed help standing up perhaps I could end up in that position and just mope around until I got kicked out. I know, I know...Pathetic, right? If you had seen me back then you would have understood why. You see at a young age my parents house had burned down with us still inside it. Gruesome right? I got lucky though, or so I was told. Apparently it had been some accident with teenagers smoking and drinking in the backyard without them noticing, which must have been impossible with all the broken bottles that were thrown against the house. It wasn't true. I knew it had been his father and his friends instead of some kids. They were idiots who complained about their lives and drowned themselves in alcohol in smoke to try and feel better. One of them had gotten reckless in their drunken rage and tossed a cigarette butt into the beer stained weeds which started the fire. The fire that scarred half of my face. So I basically tried to let go after that. The worst answers to each decision was the answer I seemed to take. I couldn't afford for plastic surgery or anything like that so I just...moped. Until I found Osmonds. Even though there are horrible consequences to everything I do, if I had the chance to go back and do it all over differently I would take that chance. Screw the consequences it was better than that hole I sat in hoping for nothing. A lot better than that damned hole. "One beer please..." I mumbled under my breath at the bartender who had been wiping down the newly cleaned glasses. "Hey man....It's new years eve! Pick a better drink it's on me..." I stared at the bartender skeptically before looking up at the mirror wall behind him and stared hard at the choices. "Alright now watch closely...You don't want to miss this...and I doubt you will." My sight hardened on the man in the mirror as did everyone elses in the bar. He lifted a glass of scotch and stared straight into it. "Alright for the trick to work I need everyone to hold their breath with me and relax. I'm going to count it down from ten before I show you the trick. Ten...Focus on the drink." The man slowly began to swish the scotch around in the cup. "Seven...Watch it spin let ourselves spin with it. Just focus on the drink and my voice." My mind slowly began to blur as he spoke, my eyes burning holes in the mirror as I did as he simply commanded. "Five...The light above all of us has begun to get brighter and brighter." It didn't happen. Of everything that did happen that was the one that stopped. I watched as the magician downed the drink and sighed loudly, grinning at the sight of everyone raising a hand to their eyes. Then it shattered. I turned around trying to figure out what just happened. The magician caught the sudden movement and he finished his countdown, staring at me and I stared back. "Three...You feel your will falling slave to this sudden light. Two. One...I am this light you see suddenly, the light darkening and falling as is your will to me." He paused his speaking after that, standing up to face me, All eyes following him. "How did yo-" Was all the magician managed to get out before I realized I could still speak. "What did you do?" I snapped at him, my eyes glaring back into his. Suddenly feeling explicable anger I picked up a nearby beer bottle and move towards him only to be struck by the closest person. "Calm down... All of you just relax and breathe." Something told me that everyones will in the bar had dropped at the magicians words. "Boy its just simple hypnotism. A cheap way to get laid in a hurry right now and...make all of these people happy being in each others arms when I let them go." When he let them go? The anger fueled up inside me again and I began to move up from the floor to tackle him again. This time it wasn't one of these goons who struck me. Actually I wasn't sure what it was that hit me, but as soon as I got on my feet he pulled a hand from his pocket, made the shape of a gun with his hand and pushed his thumb down, making a clicking sound with his mouth. The second his thumb went down a wall of air knocked me backwards over the bar and smashed into the mirror he had been staring into. "So how did you break out of my hypnosis anyways?" The magician pulled on the front of the closest womans shirt and raised his eyebrows at the sight of her breasts tucked in her bra. "Take that off." He pointed at her outfit before turning back to me. "Well?" He stopped and stared at him, wincing at the pain in his back feeling lucky now that he didn't have any glass in his back. Who was this guy? His eyes and mind were distracted as the woman carelessly shed her cyan sleeveless shirt onto the closest table. He suddenly realized how beautiful she was now that he wasn't focused on being pissed off. She had wavy black hair and brown eyes that matched her beautiful brown skin and full pouty lips. Then he realized it wasn't complete beauty and that she had come here to get a simple one night stand for the night with the hottest thing she could find. It wouldn't have been to hard with the enormous rack she had. He stared absently at the swell of her breasts and guessed...D's just barely below double D's. "Close, but they are in fact doubles." The magician smirked at my stunned silence. Had he read my mind? The magician looked back at the girl and frowned. "Why are you still wearing the rest of it?" They both stared hungrily as she slowly undid the button on her faded blue jeans and slid them down her long tanned legs. My eyes slowly followed her jeans move down before traveling back and taking in the sight of her matching sexy white lingerie. I continued watching as she lifted her hands and undid the the stressed clip. My member straining against my own jeans at seeing her breasts spring free. "No..." The magician suddenly spoke up. "So you're one of us and you didn't even know..." My eyes glanced at him in confusion. "I guess I'll explain later...go enjoy each other..." My eyes moved back to the sexy brunette as she strode over to me, turned around and stuck her ass out at me as she slowly slid off her panties. "Oh and lady!" The magician smirked. "The more power he experiences the more naturally experienced he becomes." She looked at him strangely and the magician just laughed. "You'll see, don't let it last too long you'll go insane." The scent of her inflamed pussy hit my nose and my eyes glazed over before I leaned forward and attacked her sex with my tongue. Her cry seemed to be the start of everything. Almost all at once the fun began to start. I could barely pay attention though as the orgy around him began to start, my hands grasping her ass to pull her closer, without realizing it at first my tongue flicked over her clit and nearly caused her to collapse. With a grin I began to tease her clit actually making her legs fall out from under her only to fall into my arms that suddenly appeared around her waist while my other hand moved between her legs, sticking two fingers up her slit and pressing against her g-spot to help her finish her orgasm. Without pause a small steady stream splashed against my hand for a couple seconds as she shook in my arms. Waiting until she was done shaking I then flipped her around and set her on my lap, our hands quickly fumbling to try and remove my jeans. Once they were out of the way I slid my arms underneath her thighs and lifted her up and pushed the head to the lips of her sex. With a groan from both of them, I slowly pushed inside of her, stopping whenever she put a hand to my stomach. With a groan I finally bottomed out inside her and watched her begin to writhe and shake on my lap. Once she settled down again I wrapped my arms around her and laid her on her back before sliding my member out of her slowly and revelling in the sound of her voice moaning underneath me. Suddenly out of nowhere her legs wrapped around my waist stopping me from pulling back anymore. With a loud groan I slammed my hips against hers. Her scream of passion beneath me suddenly ripped the air as she came for a third time. And then it began. With each thrust a new scream ripped her throat until she couldn't scream anymore and she was just squirming beneath me with an open mouth. "Jesus man I know the first time its a little uncontrollable but jeez...I didn't know that much power could be used in one go." The magician spoke once I had pulled out of her. "Not....done...." The words barely escaped his mouth as he flipped her on her hands and knees and thrust into her again, wanting to see her plump ass before I came. Then it finally happened. Thrusting as deep as I could inside her, with one final guttural scream from her and a loud roar from me I unloaded my balls inside of her and fell backward exhausted while she fell foward before it faded to black. "Another one down an' another one down. Another one bites the dust!" Someone sounded incredibly happy. "Oh lookie here...The little birdie finally hatches." Light stained my eyes as my heavy lids lifted to find that strange magician staring down at me, half of his face covered in shaving cream. I raised a hand to block the shine from the bright light above me and groaned loudly. How did I have a hangover? I didn't get a chance to even take a bloody drink! "It's the toll from the power that you unlocked last night." "Wha-" I put my hand under me to push myself up only to hear an annoyed groan feel someting moving across my chest. My eyes fell down to the beautiful bare brunette laying against me still asleep, her breasts pressed against my right arm while her right arm sprawled across my chest from my sudden movement and I watched as she buried her face into my shoulder to try and stay alseep. My cock twitched at the sight of her. I shifted carefully, pulling my hand to the side to rest it on her juicy bum, giving it a small squeeze for my personal enjoyment. A small moan escaped her lips and she lightly nibbled my shoulder in her sleep. "You went through two steps to unlocking your power in one night. Experience power and getting laid. There is one more step before you can actually do the stuff I was doing last night. Get a demon. Unfortunately because I was the first to find you I have to be the one to teach you how to use it." I stared at him blankly. "Power?" I asked dumbly. "A hundred years ago a group of people were found with different bloodstreams than any normal human being. After a couple tests were ran on them a scientist fell for one of the guys from the group and slept with him. Once that had happened the power began to show up among all of them. Just simple power. The ability to do whatever you wanted. The only thing restricting them was their imagination. Now? The power has decreased in all of us so we can do some pretty standard things but its still amazing. We'll find your limit once we find your demon. You're sign of power basically." The magicain explained. Suddenly another question popped into my head. "Last night...You said the more power I experience the more-" "Naturally experienced you become...yeah...Naturally experienced, basically your sexual prowess and skill. You'll grow both in height, your endowment, muscles and quickly learn how to do stuff a lot like that last night. The women you sleep with will develop with you to try and help satisfy you. \" Wait... "So I can't do that again?" I looked down at her then back up at him. "Don't get me wrong. You'll easily drive her insane after that last night but you only had enough power for her last night. Soon it increases...and quickly too. Which is why you're going to need more than just her. You'll need harems or else it'll just kill her if you just fuck one person. You'll need to make sure she understands that when she wakes up." The magician raised his razor and finished his shave. "You're insane." There wasn't really any other explanation. He must not have remembered the drinks he had last night and had began to see things. The magician shrugged. "I gave you a gift...When you start to think I'm right then find me...As for her...I released her from my hypnotism when she collapsed last night. She chose to move next to you. I'll see you later." He stated the last words as a fact before walking out the door. That was weird. I stared at the door for a couple seconds before inhaling deeply and looking around and realized what had happened last night. Everywhere he turned there was someone naked, drunk and sprawled over each other. To his right a couple guys sat sleeping against a wall with a woman laying across both of their laps, all three deep asleep. On his left a man had collapsed after going at it a couple times with some blonde bent over a table. Three women held each other close where the magician had been and the bartender laid on the ground with a woman on either side of him, their hands between his legs while his clasped the tit of one on his left and a bottle in his right hand. My cock twitched again realizing what had happened and slowly began to harden in the soft grasp of the brunette asleep on me. Then I saw it. The size of my balls had grown noticably and he guessed his member had gotten thicker. He must just not have noticed before. I breathed slowly again before my eyes moved back to the brunette and stared deeply. Giving her ass another squeeze I smiled to myself as she moved around again. I looked up to take in the sight of bar before me again and just sat there not wanting to wake her up. Then I realized it was too late. At first I thought her nuzzling her nose against my chin was some kind of sign of affection, then I realized she had just stretched before realizing where she was and what she had done. I watched as she jumped from fright and scooted her cute butt away from me, holding her arms in front of herself to hide the good parts on her. Her cheeks filled with color as she began to stutter and stare at me. "W-w-wha-? Wh-Who are y-you?" I stood up at the sound of her voice and raised my hands in defense. "Calm down My name is.." (Sorry about stepping in here guys but I didn't exactly say Jack at first.) I cast her a small smile and she blushed again when I did. That confused me I mean why would she blush from my smil- Then my eyes hit one of the shards from the mirror. The burns on my face had somehow disappeared. I had a full head of short hair instead of little patches where it would no longer grow in various places. I stared at my blonde curls, my smile growing as my eyes hit my deep blue eyes and grinned, showing off my pearly whites. Realizing I was smiling at myself I looked back down at her only to realize she was no longer looking at my face but between my legs. And she looked hungry. Her breasts jiggled with her short breaths and her pussy glistened even from here making my member harden and stretch even further. She turned bright red knowing I could see her and what she was looking at but she was unable to pull her eyes away as my cock painfully raised into the air, precum leaking from the tip. Then she remembered why she had fallen asleep against me...or she just couldn't take it anymore. Either way before I knew it her lips wrapped around my rigidness and she began to suck on the tip of my dick, dragging her tongue against the underside of my penis. I nearly lost my balance at the sudden forwardness of this shy brunette and placed my hands on her head to steady myself, my member sliding deeper into her mouth as I leaned over for a couple seconds. After a couple seconds I managed to straighten up and she gained a little more courage as it continued. Her hands slid up my legs, stopping at the cheeks of my ass where she dug her fingernails in, forcing me to push my hips forward and force me into her throat. Almost instantly she choked at the feeling of my member and put a hand to my stomach to stop me so she could try to adjust. After about a minute I pulled out, giving her a second to breathe before she pulled me back and returned to the same position, her crimson red cheeks hollowing out around the shape width of my cock. Taking a handful of her hair, I slowly buried my dick to the hilt behind her lips before she caught me by surprise and looked up at me. Those chocolate brown eyes sparkling at me. I nearly came right there. Finally after a little dance she did with her tongue she pulled her mouth back and let go of my dripping member before she sucked one of my balls into her mouth and began to stroke me. Another groan escaped my lips and I leaned my head back, feeling that electric pulsing through my member as I felt myself about to blow. She must have to because she pulled her lips away from my balls and put just the tip into her mouth, never stopping the movement of her hand. With another roar I exploded, my spunk spraying into her her mouth as she tried to swallow as much as possible without choking. My eyes glazed over and I put a hand against the bar to keep from falling over, while she finished me up. I looked down at her and stared, astonished. She had managed to drink all of my cum, but if the magician was right she wouldn't be able to manage that for long. "My name's Jessica." She finally spoke up, standing up and wiping a stray strand of cum into her mouth before hunting for her clothes. Breathing deeply I smiled watching as she managed to find her panties before giving me her phone number and taking mine, saying she was going to need it. That was good to know. Where were my clothes? The question suddenly popped into my head and I too joined in on the hunt. After about five minutes we managed to get dressed enough to look decent to leave. Adjusting my shirt I realized she had already finished finding her clothing before me and had been waiting by the door. She cast me a small smile as I moved over to her and she told me she had thought about it and decided to give me her address too and to stop by often...Very often. I couldn't say no to that. We both stepped out the door and stood there awkwardly for a second before saying bye and walking away in opposite directions. The Hypnotist Ch. 01 This was probably one of the hardest walks I ever had. After all. It now seemed possible that the magician wasn't insane. The gift he left me had fixed me up and I was stunned. No...I was curious. I wanted. No, I needed to more more about this 'power.' Perhaps it was time for my luck to change. First things first I had to head home and get myself together. The Hypnotist Ch. 01 Diane sucked his salty essence inside her body as if starving for its nourishment then cleaned him with her soft tongue leaving no evidence of his intense orgasm. Eric slid to the floor and kissed her softly…probing her mouth for the evidence of his deed. Lifting her toned body to the edge of the sofa and spreading her tanned thighs he began a similar tease…working his mouth along her soft inner thighs…exploring under, above and around her woman’s place…then centering…but not to quickly. She spoke…a hoarse whisper. “That feels wonderful…you’re very good…but…I can’t cum like this---not that I want you to stop…just so you know…won’t be disappointed…” “Have you ever cum…like this?” “Longer go than I can even remember. I’m afraid I’m a victim of Hitachi™ syndrome---too many nights of electronic stimulation with my Magic Wand™ which I never leave home without---except, inexorably on this trip. Somewhere I read that it numbs you or whatever…makes it harder---impossible---to cum without it…terribly addictive.” “Would you like me to help you?” “Help me? Oh, you mean hypnotism…I’m not sure…” “Diane, we already know you are susceptible to hypnotic suggestion…it’s an all too rare gift. You should use it…harness it…make it work for you.” “Okay…what do I need to do?” “Relax from your center outward to the tips of you extremities---just as we did earlier on the stage. That’s good…now clear your mind…concentrate on nothing but what you feel here.” Eric said, gently brushing her clitoris. “Visualize you special place…imagine the feeling beginning there…spreading throughout your body…don’t think about trying to have an orgasm…think only about letting go and letting your body give you pleasure…let it happen…don’t think about making it happen…good.” Eric sensed the first signs of impending release. Her public pound began to slowly raise off the sofa…a hand strayed to a nipple and caressed it…her button became more engorged…her breathing grew more rapid and shallow…soft moaning now…the first hint of perspiration…his finger slipped between her cunt lips…experienced the profuse increase in secretions. He slowly finger fucked her slippery slot…her hips came up to meet him…fucking him back and then… “Ohhhhhhh…ahhhhhhhh…noooooooo…yessssssss….AUGHHHHHHHH!” Her body rocked and trembled as if possessed as wave after wave of pleasure hit her over several minutes. When she had no more strength to cum any more, she collapsed into the sofa…her flesh quivered and glowed with the release of perspiration. Her eyes finally opened but were almost glazed over as if in a stupor. She smiled faintly…then grinned…then laughed…then leaned down and kissed him. His fingers had not left her pussy; wordlessly he bent down to sample the sweet essence of her musky place…teasing again…then centering...probing inside to recover her nectar…then a flick of the tongue across her spot. “I don’t think I can…not again…no more inside me…ahhhhhhhh…….fuckkkkkk!” After retrieving every vestige of her enticing moistness Eric sat back on his haunches knowing full well that he was eager and ready to move on to the next phase. “Doctor, your talents are wasted in academia. You could make millions---and have a lot of fun doing it!” “You did it yourself…all I did is help you find the ability inside your body and your mind. While I’d like to take credit for my excellent oral technique, you can cum any time you want…with anyone…or by yourself without Japanese technology. I showed the girl at the meeting---Janice---how to cut down on her smoking…how to hypnotize herself. Without a doubt this is a lot more interesting but you can learn to do this yourself in short order.” “Doesn’t seem like it would be as much fun alone but certainly convenient on long lonely nights out of town. So that’s what you and Janice were doing; noticed that you left for a few minutes. I assumed you had…gone off to do other things.” “We went out to the lobby to a phone booth to avoid interruptions. It only took a few minutes. She’s a sweet girl; I‘m glad I was able to help her.” “Does your interest in her go beyond helping her cut down on her cigarettes?” “I liked her; she’s a very pretty girl…sharp…funny…smart. I’d be lying if I said didn’t find her interesting and attractive but I believe there is some old rule about not talking about other women when you’re with the woman you’re with?” “Very tactful, Eric. Before we retire to the bedroom---assuming you’d like to do that---I need to clear the deck, so to speak. I don’t do this kind of thing---not like me at all. I have a position and a reputation to maintain…gossip would hurt me. You should not expect that we’re going to do this again…too much chance for something messy to ensue and…” “And you’ve finally met a guy after, let me guess, a bad marriage and some crappy relationships who might just be the one and you don’t want to screw it up?” “You are very scary! Bad marriage---my fault or at least my career, my job…my paycheck. Enough bad relationships that I essentially dropped out of the scene. New man…just in the early exploratory stages…certainly not exclusive or even physical yet for that matter. Makes me laugh…makes me feel safe. An academic like you…not intimidated by me or my position. I sense we both want to take it to the next level---friends to lovers---but I’ve held back. He’s been so patient! What about you?” “I’m just hitting that vulnerable point in life when I have the time---and money---to think about a serious relationship…want kids…times is slipping away. Unfortunately, no prospects on the horizon at present.” “Is Janice a prospect?” “Are you trying to play matchmaker or suggesting that I not pursue her?” “Neither…just curious. How old are you Eric?” “Thirty-four.” “Oh my! Let’s see…I started my period at fourteen which means that technically I’m old enough to be your mother! I’m forty-nine.” “I’d never have guessed.” “Exercise along with some discrete and outrageously expensive augmentation. Eyes, jaw line, boobs of course and the butt. Nothing excessive just a nip here and a tuck there.” “I suppose under exam light conditions I could discern the clues but my complements to your surgeon. It’s certainly not obvious or excessive. You have good bone structure---good genes. You’d be a very pretty woman without it.” “Thank you. I’m assuming that means we’re should adjourn to the bedroom?” “I certainly hope so.” “Outstanding! Since we have two suites and multiple bathrooms to serve, I need to attend to some hygiene issues and you can do the same without waiting in line. Your place or mine?” “Your call.” “Mine, I think.” “See you there.” A few minutes later as the two prepared to slip between the sheets, Diane had more questions. “This self hypnosis---do you use it yourself…I mean in bed…” “Yes and no. When I first developed the ability---when I was younger---I did use it to prolong…delay cumming…stay hard…whatever. Fortunately I grew out of that. I still use self hypnosis but not to create some artificiality---more to completely let go and just totally enjoy the experience…immerse myself in my partner. Orgasms sneak up on me now and as such are incredibly intense and satisfying. I can’t say I’ve had any complaints…somehow allowing yourself to become absolutely enveloped by the sensations would seem to make it pleasurable for the other person as well.” Diane would remember her one night in the sack with Eric fondly for many years to come. Neither had any sexual hang-ups and both were healthy, horny, consenting adults. With no expectations past mutual comfort and enjoyment both found the encounter delightfully fun and exciting. As they cuddled in the early morning light, Diane spoke first. “You could become very addictive, young man.” “Oh, please! You are an incredibly attractive, passionate and sexually uninhibited lady. The pleasure was all mine as they say. I haven’t enjoyed being…spending the night with---fucking anyone as much in a long time.” “You made me cum…inside me…that was a first.” “Give yourself some credit…you are a very orgasmic woman.” “Haven’t always been. Can’t remember the last time making love…fucking…was so easy, relaxed, fun…completely lacking tension and awkwardness. I took what you said earlier to heart…stopped worrying about being ‘good in bed’…meeting my partner’s expectations and instead just let go. I wasn’t worried about you thinking I was too slutty---not slutty enough---whatever.” “Neither of us had any expectations of a future encounter or…relationship. Which just enjoyed ourselves. Maturity certainly comes to mind; from many of the people I see in the clinic at the university---younger people, mostly---good sex and casual ‘hook-ups’ don’t usually go hand in hand.” “When is your flight back to Ohio?” “I’ve got an open return; there are half a dozen flights out throughout the day.” “Are you a golfer?” “Sure. Not as often as I might like but get out a couple of times a month.” “This resort has one of the top ten courses in the world. The meeting is essentially over at 9:00 AM.” “I didn’t bring my clubs.” “This is a high end joint. Their rental clubs are top of the line---pretty much anything you want. You can even rent shoes.” “Are you sure you have room for an unplanned add?” “A number of folks sign up for golf when they arrive and then are too hung over to play. There are always dropouts. It’s a mixed pairs best ball format. The company has already paid for it---to include club rentals and such. We tee off at 9:30 AM---shot gun start.” “If you’re sure it wouldn’t be a bother.” “Not at all. Now. It would appear we have at least thirty minutes before I have to shower and dress for the last meeting. I seem to recall you showing a rather intense interest in my ass with you hands…mouth. Was that a prelude to…something a little more invasive?” “I suppose I was trying to lay the groundwork, so to speak.” “Okay…let me dash into the bathroom and do a little preparation. It’s been a very long time…decades…high school…but if you’re up for it…” “You’d like to get fucked in the ass?” “Hold that thought you silver tongued devil. I’ll be back in a flash.” Jesus she felt so damn full…burned a little…not the first woman he’s ever done his with…letting me get used to it…oh, Christ! Okay…better now…oh, yes, that’s much better. Doing me from the front…the image of that fat cock disappearing inside my bowels…so sexy…need to watch it go in…so fucking deep…oh, damn…that feels too good! Nice rhythm…teasing me with that fat cock head…no way I can cum like this…is there? Focus…focus on the spot…focus on the pleasure…the feeling. “Oh, God…I feel like I could cum…don’t stop…don’t cum yet…” “I’m with you…take your time…focus…” “Oh fuck! Just another few seconds…that’s it…hard now…slam it into me…fuck…fuck…fuck…fuckkkkkkk!!!!” Eric came a second or two later which only served to intensify and extend Diane’s orgasm. He came with a roar…gasping…groaning…filling her so perfectly and completely. *** “You are going to make some little girl somewhere very lucky someday, Eric. I can’t believe you don’t have any prospects on that horizon.” “Sadly, I have to agree. And no, it’s not because I have a fear of commitment. If anything I’m at the perfect point in my life wherein a wife, kids---and all that goes with it---is becoming more attractive, even essential every day. I just haven’t met the right girl, I guess.” “Well, here’s hoping your fortunes change for the better. You met Janice…helped her with her smoking issues. You are planning to look her up when you both get back to Ohio, aren’t you?” “Are you sure you’re not trying to play matchmaker?” No---maybe a little. She’s a very special girl…smart as a whip, fun and funny, loving and caring…not a mean or dishonest bone in her body. Good parenting there, I‘d have to believe. You two would make a very cute couple.” “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find her interesting and engaging and lord knows she’s a knock out. Who knows? We don’t live an hour away from each other. Which is to say I probably won’t wait for her to call me. After all, I need to follow up on her smoking reduction plan---don’t I?” *** A few hours later Eric was not completely surprised to discover that he had been paired with Janice Bodner for the golf outing. The other couple in their foursome appeared to be better than weekend duffers and seemed to have some sort of at least work relationship. “Eric, the bad news is that some people cheat at this tournament---fail to count strokes, let the shots of the strongest player count too often instead of according to the rules which says on any given hole the twosome is supposed to split the shot evenly. What kind of golfer are you---what’s your handicap?” Eric had arrived early enough to hit a bucket of balls, test the greens and get used to the rental clubs. “I played in college; I get out every couple of weeks. I don’t always turn in my score cards or play the same course so I don’t have a recoded handicap but I’d guess I’m an eight---you?” “Played on my college golf team…play once a week usually with customers. A six or an eight but when the money is on the line a few strokes better. This is a typical course for this part of the country---long, flat and wet. Water on every hole along with the occasional alligator. Very fast and true greens. Tall pines on either side of most of the fairways. Short rough and huge shallow traps. I have a slight---but very consistent---fade.” “I draw the ball. Long is good. I’m strong off the tee. Three putt too many greens…solid short irons.” “Better with my long irons than my short ones…solid putter---never three putt.” “A match made in heaven. How about our cohorts?” “They don’t cheat and both have solid games. They also---on a personal note---seem to have some sort of love-hate relationship. They’re friends but very competitive with each other. I’ve often thought that they’re not that far away from jumping each others bones---but haven’t consummated the relationship yet.” Ah, the soap opera which is corporate America?” “You got that right.” The first three golfers got off the tee with no calamities. Janice was in the center of the fairway but appeared to be just short of the gradual dogleg to the right. The other two were long enough but probably in the right and left rough with a very tough second shot on the long, 595 yard par five. Selecting his driver and teeing up a balata Titlist™ Eric hit a picture perfect draw 325 yards down the right tree line which landed almost dead center in the fairway following a short roll; no worse than 250 yards from the pin and perfectly lined up for an easy, albeit long fairway iron shot to the green. “Nice swing---nice shot!” Janice said approvingly. Down the fairway it became obvious that Eric had the best tee shot. “You said this was your forte, Janice. Since we both hit the next shot from here what are you thinking?” “There’s a little dry creek bed right in front of the green---you can see it from here. Get in there and you are screwed. For me, a four iron at 180 leaves a comfortable chip to the green---on in regulation---and with a decent spot on the approach shot a birdie…certainly no worse than a par. I can stop it on a dime from here. How about you?” “You go first. If you nail it, I’ll try for the green with a three wood; if I blow it we’ve still got your shot. If you blow it…I’ll probably try the three---no, the four iron. You’re up.” Janice hit a perfect long iron which dropped dead in its tracks perfectly situated for a short iron close to the pin. Eric hit the green dead center with his three wood but the recent drought and hard earth caused his shot to bounce into a bunker to the rear of the green. “No guts, no glory.” He murmured. “With a solid approach shot it was certainly worth the risk. If we’d had any rain here in the last month and it had stuck we might have been putting for an Eagle.” On the next shot, Eric selected his wedge and spiked the ball barely three feet from the hole. Diane hit her shot a little high, slightly topping it and it skidded across the green to join his former shot in the rear bunker. “Shit!” “Where are our friends?” “In the woods…either looking for a lost ball…or getting to know each other a little better.” “Okay, we’ve got a solid shot to work with. Drop another ball and hit that shot again. You have a perfect swing off the tee and with your long irons but you’re getting the yips with your short irons and not following through. Go one club shorter and visualize the shot landing exactly where you want it to. Don’t think about anything other than the club face connecting with the ball.” Her second, practice shot was four to six feet from the cup and letter perfect. They moved to the green, marked their ball and waited for the other couple to come up. “Did you just hypnotize me again?” Janice quipped. “Not really. I told you last night that you have a very strong ability to focus but, I sense you have less confidence in your short iron game than the other parts of your game so you rush to, ‘get it over with’ in a sense---move on to your strength which I’m praying is your putting. You need to change your perspective---start looking forward to that shot to the green---not fearing it.” “Whatever you say, doctor.” Diane drained the putt in the back of the cup for a birdie. “We’re going to need a lot of those to win this. Even then, with the cheating that goes on it’s tough for an honest golfer to win this thing.” “Beautiful day, great course and good company---winning isn’t everything.” “I’d at least like to end up in the top five.” Diane and Eric played solid golf throughout the front nine. Diane’s short irons improved measurably with each hole. Her putting was PGA level. Eric’s tee shots stayed true. The ninth hole closest to the clubhouse was a ball busting 255 yard par three rated as the toughest hole on the course. “This hole is a joke. I don’t have anything I can hit 255 other than a driver---and if I did I couldn’t stop it and the green rolls back to the water. I played here last year and pared it by nicking the edge of the water to the right, making a solid---for me---shot to the green with a wedge and draining a ten foot putt. Any thoughts?” “I can carry a two iron to the green---just don’t know if I can stop it. Since you’re pretty sure there is no way you can carry the water, I guess it doesn’t matter who goes first.” “Show us how it’s done, Eric.” Eric got every bit of the club driving the ball in a higher arc than typical players get from a two iron. The ball hit inches from the back of the green and then rolled tantalizingly back toward the hole, coming to rest uphill and six feet away from the hole. Diane made two excellent shot but got a little more roll on her shot to the green leaving Eric’s shot the better choice for the tricky, downhill putt on the hard, fast green. She read the break and rolled the ball into the left side of the cup with few preliminaries giving then a birdie on a hole that few golfers could even par. As the day wore on, the couple chatted about who they were and where the came from between holes. Eric was almost positive that the tall, athletic blond had to be the prettiest girl he had ever seen. As they approached the final hole he was also certain that she was more fun to be with than anyone in his memory. He sensed that they were growing comfortable together and had every intention of following up on it when he got home. “Eighteen is the second hardest hole on the course but in many respects it’s worse than that par three. It’s got everything wrong with it. Tall pines, narrow fairway, no real rough just woods, ninety degree dogleg right, tiny green, water on two sides, bunkers on approach and at the turn---the pros hate this hole. Bogeys quickly turn into double and triple bogeys. Two hundred and fifteen to the turn, another 220 to the green and death if you are short, long, left or right. I play a three, than a five or six short of the green, wedge or sand wedge on and pray for a good putt. That’s four strokes but since you don’t dare go for the pin where it’s placed today, you got to go to the left side of the green for safety almost always leaving a two putt for a bogey---which on this hole is respectable even for the PGA.” The Hypnotist Ch. 01 “What’s the distance from the tee to the green as the crow flies?” “It’s virtually an equilateral triangle---220 give or take five.” “I can hit a four iron two-twenty.” “You’re talking PGA level---top of the leader board PGA level.” “It’s my best club. I grew up on a farm. My dad gave me an old four iron. Used to hit golf balls around the fields that had been mowed---like playing every shot out of the rough. We even laid out a rundimetary golf course on one of the pastures. I had to play every stroke with that damn four iron. No way I’m going to get enough loft to clear those trees with a three iron. Do your thing, hon, so if I screw up we at least have a fall back. You’re putting like a monster today; a par should be a gimmie…and if I get lucky...” “Are you feeling lucky?” “Oh hell yes! I drew the best, most fun---and the prettiest partner for the day…it doesn’t get much luckier than that.” Janice blushed…and she smiled…that adorable smile that women don’t even know they have inside them that just makes men silly. Then recognizing that the other twosome was out in the woods again, turned in and kissed Eric softly on the mouth as her hand touched his face. At that instant, in spite of his competitive nature, making an almost impossible shot became secondary in terms of important life events. In that incredible moment, Janice simply stole his heart and didn’t even know it. Teeing up at a sixty degree angle to the fairway, Eric got every bit of that ball with his four iron. Absent the obvious sounds of a golf ball dropping through the trees, they would not know how well he had done until the got almost on top of the green. Janice hit her next two shots perfectly, laying up an easy sand wedge from the pin. And there it was, one each Titlist™ balata sitting just below the pin around eight feet away. Janice dropped her shot even closer but there was little doubt which shot would be played. Diane was a superb putter having a great day on the greens. They would doubtless do no worse than birdie the hole. They ended doing just a little better. She slammed the uphill put into the back of the cup for eagle with several dozen observers watching quietly from the clubhouse lawn. After eighteen holes, there was a tie. Diane knew full well that they other twosome cheated in these company matches by often taking the best shot and ignoring the requirement to alternate scored shots when the other half of their foursome wasn’t looking. She watched them examining Eric’s and Diane’s Scorecard to determine which hole they had done poorest on and comparing it to their own strongest holes. There would be too many people watching the sudden death series for them to get away with cheating. Having won the right to choose the hole based on a coin toss, the other twosome picked the only hole---a par five---that Eric and Diane had bogied all day. Out of ear and eye shot of the other twosome, Diane whispered to Eric. “We didn’t play that hole that badly. We both got bad bounces off the tee---because we didn’t know there was a frigging re-sod in the landing area. We both were on the green in three and then three putted for the bogie. Remember? That was one of the few greens that had been over watered---almost soggy. If we had a better angle on the approach and shot for the pin we could have stuck it.” “What did they do on the hole?” “They claim the birdied it but I guarantee you that Roger---the guy on the left---who is a scratch golfer and even played on the mini tour when he was younger probably made all four shots or at least three. His partner is going to have to have at least two shots count to birdie again. He’s a solid putter but nothing special off the tee. They have to alternate shots on a sudden death hole. This hole is no big deal…it’s long but it’s straight.” “So, assuming I dump my tee shot out there 350 or better---which I should be able to do as straight as it is and as hard as the ground is---you have to put it on the green from 220---any problem with that?” “It’s a big, soft green and I’ve been smoking with my two iron all day---but if I do, you have to drain the damn putt if we’re talking an eagle and we have been living on my putts all day.” “No pressure, eh? Let’s go for the eagle. Worst case a birdie will keep us in the game and we get to choose the next hole.” The former aspiring pro golfer hit a monster drive off the tee right down the middle but with less roll than he might have hoped for. The other two shots were decent but certainly not winners. Eric got it all with his driver and rolled the ball a solid thirty yards past the next longest shot. Janice stuck a two iron to the middle of the green; the soft, over water green stopping her ball without a bounce or any roll. The less accomplished member of the other twosome hit a decent shot from the spot of his partner’s tee shot but came up in the short rough several feet off the putting surface. The other golfer made a phenomenal putt, leaving the ball within a grip length of the hole ensuring an easy birdie for his lesser skilled partner. Eric was a good ten feet from the hole; the greens, he recalled had a significant break to the right. If he was a little long, he’d leave Diane a very doable short, up hill shot. Long putts downhill were not his strength. Dianne approached him as he examined the options. “Time for some of your famous self-hypnosis doctor. Slowest green on the course…don’t get tentative. Aim high and give it enough momentum to roll right into the side of the cup. You can make this one in your sleep. Be the ball, Eric…be the ball.” She gripped his shoulder then let her soft hand drift down along his arm and very briefly clutched his hand. It might not have been as poignant as the earlier kiss but it was more than enough. He played the break perfectly, even turning away from the hole in mid roll when he knew damn well the ball was going to drop---which it did. Eric and Janice put their arms around each other as they exited the course. The feeling of her warm, strong body excited him as nothing before in life ever had. They received the congratulations of the crowd who had gathered to watch the final hole. Even the losers were gracious in defeat “What do we get for winning?” “Probably a trophy or a plaque.” “That’s it?” “That and my eternal admiration?” “Well, now that you put it that way, not winning wasn’t even an option.” “You’re sweet…and a nice guy. I apologize in advance for being forward and direct---my nature---but what’s the chance you are going to call me when we get back to Ohio?” “Absolutely, positively 100%?” “Good answer. Where do you play in Columbus, by the way?” “The university has a deal with Muirfield.” “The Memorial course? Jack’s personal 18 holes of hell?” “One and the same.” “I’ve played that course; that explains a lot about your game---and a damn solid game it is!” “Thank you.” “Oh shit!” she exclaimed, checking her watch. “The company always books the cheapest, no refund tickets for these meetings.. I’ve got to scoot if I’m going to catch my flight.” A second kiss out of sight of the other golfers…longer…demurely probing…her feminine essence filling his consciousness…completely and totally smitten...and then she was gone and he felt an emptiness like nothing he had ever endured before. After showering and changing, Eric realized that unlike Janice he had ample time to make the flight he had scheduled earlier in the morning. As he was putting his suitcase in his rental car Diane caught his eye and approached. “Congratulations---and thank you for humbling the perennial winners who are cheating scoundrels.” “Janice probably made more shot than I did today---she’s a hell of a golfer.” “You two seemed to be getting on well.” “You could say that.” “Which means you are going to give her a ring when you get home?” “Uh, huh.” “Before you go…Janice is the best region manager we’ve got. I helped her get an interview with the company out of college but she’s done it all on her own. Eric…” “Yes.” “Simmons is my maiden name; I changed it back after my divorce many moons ago. My married name…is…Bodner.” “Come again?” “It’s not common knowledge within the company---best for both of us to keep it that way---but Janice is my daughter…my only child.” “Oh, shit!” “Well, she and I are close---even if we don’t show it at official functions.” “So you need to tell her…about last night.” “Well…” “All I ask is---let me be the one---let me tell her first. How am I going to phrase it? ‘Janice, before I knew Diane was your mother and before I became smitten by your charms…I…ah…how do I put this delicately? Your mother and I spent the night together…slept together…well not a lot of sleeping…mostly fucking…damn fine fucking---hope this doesn’t complicate things?’ I’m sure that’ll fly.” “I’m sorry…I…” “Oh, hell, don’t apologize. What is…is. You know her better than I do---how is she going to take the news?” “She not flighty. If I were to bet, she’ll rib you---both of us---unmercifully but if she really likes you…or more…it’ll be okay. You’ve got my card; let me know when you tell her.” “Here’s hoping.” They exchanged a quick hug and kiss and Eric departed the short distance for the airport hoping desperately that his relationship with Janice wouldn’t end before it began.