Amanda felt a flash of pain as the pen-light quickly swept across her eyes. The doctor was holding her head, examining her closely. She smelled the fragrance of his aftershave, enjoying how it made her feel.
"You feel ok now? No headaches or blurry vision?" he asked.
"No," she answered. "I feel fine."
"That was a pretty bad accident you had. I'm surprised you've recovered from the head trauma so quickly. I'd like to do more tests, but you seem to have recovered well." The doctor pulled away, putting the light into the pocket of his white lab coat, exchanging it for a pen, then making notes on her chart.
"Well, I can tell you I still don't remember much about the accident, if that makes you feel any better. The police showed me pictures of the car, so I know I was in one."
"And I think the hospital records would confirm that, being in here for a week and all," he laughed. "But, I have to say you're doing very well as far as I can tell. It's only been a month, but you've progressed really well." He put the clipboard aside and stood. "We'll look at you again in two months for a follow-up. But other than that, you're free to work, drive, and all that."
"You sure you can't keep me out of work?" she asked, trying to look pouty and sad.
"I'm afraid not, Amanda," he sighed. His soft, genuine smile stretched across his face, making her wonder if she should ask him out. She was single, after all, and definitely available. But she was way too shy to ever be so brazen. She blushed, hoping that maybe he would ask her out. When he got out of his chair, all her hope was dashed. When he left, she quickly got dressed and left the hospital in a taxi, heading home.
*****
She was startled awake by her cell phone ringing and picked it up, groggily, without even noticing who it was. "Hello?"
"Hey. It's Jenna. How're you feeling?"
"Oh, hey! I'm doing ok... no problems... The doctor cleared me for work."
"Good. Gab and I wanted to take you out tonight... it's been a while. And there's this hypnotist show at the comedy club tonight that we thought you'd like to see."
"A hypnotist?" Amanda sounded surprised.
"Mmhmm... and he's supposed to be hilarious!"
*****
Amanda sat on the stage with a man and a woman nearby, calm, her eyes closed. She briefly wondered how she got up there, but remembered how quick her friends were to volunteer her when the hypnotist asked for volunteers. He'd been pretty tame, yet funny with the people he'd hypnotized so far, so she wasn't too scared. She briefly remembered shaking his hand in greeting as she walked up onto the stage and then feeling the effects of his voice as she quickly dozed off. Suddenly, his slow-tempo voice made her concentrate on him again and leave her memories behind.
His voice was so deep and gentle, she couldn't help but want to listen to it. She couldn't help but to do what it said, no matter how strange it seemed. She walked into the dressing room that he'd made her imagine, took off her clothes and examined her body in the imagined mirror. She put on the new clothes that he described, clothes that now seemed so real to her. She'd never wear clothes like that in real life, they were far too flashy, too sexual. She looked in the imagined mirror and cringed at the amount of skin she was showing. It felt so wrong.
But the more he talked, the more she believed, the more she accepted.
He told her that the new clothes were not only changing her outward appearance, but they were changing her emotions, her inhibitions, and her actions. He made her outfit release her flirtatious, sexy self, and when she was finally dressed, she moved about the stage expressing her new self. She didn't remember specifically what she did, since he told her not to remember it, told her it wasn't important, so it was easily forgotten.
Something about this new self was hurting her head, though. A headache was building up that surprised her. It was making it harder and harder to concentrate on him and she knew he felt it. After a time, he drew her back into the dressing room and started to relax and reassure her. She didn't know what it was... if it was something he said or if it was something she did, but all of the sudden, everything felt right and ok. The pain just disappeared.
He directed her to remove her sexy, flirtatious, uninhibited clothing and self and to put them away, returning to her normal clothes and self. But as she stared in the mirror, she realized she didn't want to. In her imagination, she put her normal clothes on over the sexy outfit. She covered the flashy, sexy clothing with her dull, lifeless clothes... buried the uninhibited feelings behind a wall... awoke... and forgot.
The crowd was clapping loudly, cheering and whistling as the three volunteers on stage opened their eyes and became aware again. The hypnotist thanked each one, getting the crowd to applaud for each before a female assistant escorted them all off the stage and back to their seats, concluding the show.
Surprisingly, both Jenna and Gab were smiling broadly and laughing at her as she was ushered back to her seat.
"Uh oh, what did he make me do?" she asked smiling herself, checking her clothing to make sure everything was in place.
"Oh.... nothing too strange," Jenna said, laughing as Gab began to laugh once again.
Amanda shook her head in disbelief for a moment and felt the pain coming again... the headache. She raised her hand, wondering if she'd be able to feel the throbbing in her skull. She looked around the room, wondering where the bathroom was and excused herself from her companions. She walked up to the hostess who pointed out the doors to the side.
She slipped in the door and over to the sinks. Turning on the water and closing her eyes she splashed her face. Surprisingly, the pain went away immediately.
The mirror was large behind the water basins and she looked at her image as the hot water ran over her hands. Without a thought she applied soap, taking a long look at her eyes, verifying the redness there, the darker skin ringed underneath them reflecting her difficulty sleeping lately. She saw movement behind her as another club patron stood behind her, adjusting her make-up or something. Amanda paid her no mind for a moment, as she checked her own make-up.
The woman behind her moved again, catching her attention. Trying to look at her secretly through glances at the mirror, she watched as the woman slowly, almost teasingly, lifted the hem of her short, red dress, baring her long legs and black, elastic top stockings. The woman seemed to want her to watch as she slowly stroked first her stocking, and then higher up her leg, her fingertips and long nails grazing along the flesh of her inner thigh. Her nails were tipped with red nail polish, making them bold and sexy. She watched as they curled and again lengthened, stroking her soft skin.
Amanda couldn't believe what she was seeing, but was unable to look away. She felt her face flush when she saw the woman's hand graze her lacy panties and her fingers trace lines over her mound. They moved in a complicated pattern, circling and stroking, moving over and around her clitoris and then down across her labia and between her legs. She watched as a single fingertip was used to slowly and obviously circle her clit. She heard the woman gasp and felt a shiver through her own body. The woman's hand slowly moved up to her abdomen, sliding along the waistband of her panties, teasingly, and then eased beneath the thin material. Her fingers slowly stroked the hidden flesh as she started to masturbate, moaning and panting softly.
Her fingers were slightly visible beneath her black, lace panties and Amanda could easily tell when her fingers slipped into her wet pussy. She could hear her own breathing getting faster and more pronounced, almost matching the woman's. The woman groaned more loudly as she roughly pushed several fingers up inside her, thrusting her hips forward at the same time. She thrust again and again, each punctuated with a loud gasp.
There was no hiding it now, Amanda knew that this woman was obviously masturbating for her, wanting her to witness it. Where she herself was shy, hiding in the dark to even think of such a thing, this woman did it openly, daringly, wanting people to see her. Amanda couldn't believe someone could be so brazen about their sexuality, and it excited her.
The woman pulled her panties aside, exposing herself. Amanda could see her engorged labia surrounding and holding her fingers inside her as they thrust again and again. She could see her bare mons, her clit now very evident and exposed.
"Oh god," the woman panted. "Yes... watch me... I love it when you watch me cum." Her moaning became louder, her panting and grunts becoming far more sporadic as her orgasm peaked. While Amanda was ashamed when she masturbated and hid it, this woman brazenly exposed herself to a perfect stranger and used it to help her orgasm. She sucked Amanda into her world and used Amanda as a sexual play toy.
Her hand moved rapidly now and her moaning became one long sound. The woman's legs were shaking a little, her body quivering in the final throws of ecstasy. Her hips jerked, her orgasm washing over her as her juices dripped onto her hand and down her legs. With a huff, she withdrew her fingers and slid them around her mound, painting her juices over her bare pussy.
Amanda gulped, suddenly aware of the embarrassing position she was in. She looked away from the woman and looked fretfully the other way, grabbing a paper towel from the dispenser. The woman was still moaning behind her and Amanda wondered how'd she be able to extract herself from this situation. She suddenly felt the woman's arms wrap around her, felt her chin nestle on her shoulder. She closed her eyes, too embarrassed to even move.
She felt the woman's hands stroking her abdomen, sliding up and onto her breasts. She was a strong woman, kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples through the layers of material that covered them. Amanda didn't want to admit it, even to herself, but this woman was turning her on. One arm held her fast around her waist, holding her against the woman, while her other hand stroked Amanda's ass. She jumped in surprise when the woman pushed her hand beneath her skirt and stroked her stocking-covered thigh. Amanda's hips moved of their own accord, pushing back into the woman's hand. Her legs widened, as if her body was seemingly offering itself to her.
