A few weeks later Anna bit my ear so hard it bled while we were fucking in the supply closet. She had been trying to keep quiet, panting in my ear as I jammed her up against the wall and pushed my cock into her wet cunt beneath her skirt.
"Ow," I said.
"I'm so sorry," she said, as she sucked on my earlobe, cleaning off the blood. "Finish, quick."
She turned to face the wall, and I lifted up the back of her skirt to reveal the gorgeous pale curves of her ass. I parted her pussy lips with the tip of my cock and slipped inside her, pressing her chest up against the wall and pounding myself against her ass cheeks until hot cum exploded from me deep inside of her. I rested for a couple of seconds against her, then kissed her neck and pulled away to get my pants back on. Anna dropped her skirt and straightened her top, smiling at me and pulling on a string to turn the lights out. She peeked outside the door, then opened it and walked out, closing it again behind her.
"Oh, don't go in there," I heard Anna say outside the door.
"Why not? I need more staples."
"Use the one at the other end of the hall, there's a dead rat in there. I'm about to call the maintenance guys."
I liked her ingenuity. I liked a lot of things about her. But somehow I also felt ill at ease whenever she demonstrated that she liked me back. It reminded me of all that she didn't know about our relationship, all the ways that I had influenced her subconsciously during our hypnosis sessions. It's true that without a willing participant hypnosis cannot stick right. But only a fool would think that she would be so extraordinarily pliable without it.
I opened the door and left the supply closet. The regular sounds of the office returned, the murmur of phone calls and clittering of keys. I didn't go back to my office, I decided not to. I walked out the door and took the elevator down to the lobby instead. It was a wide lobby, with granite floors and a long black marble counter. My steps echoed on the stone floor. I imagined Anna, upstairs, sitting at her desk looking across into my empty office, canceling my appointments while my cum leaked out into her underwear and made her thighs stick together.
My arm outstretched, the big brass door yielded and I was out on the street. The smell of meat and beer hit my nose immediately. Savory smoke drifted lazily down the street, and I turned to walk upwind. The sun was hot. I took my sunglasses from the pocket of my suit jacket before I took it off and slung it over my shoulder. What I figured was, that I needed to think of some sort of test, to see what she thought of me without the rose-tinted glasses of hypnosis. I know that this might sound stupid to some, that a man who had just enjoyed nearly a month of mind-blowing sex with an attractive and willing woman would be so dissatisfied and feel his mind to be like the turmoil of a turgid river. Such people have never been in love.
The source of the smoke was an Irish bar, with dark green walls and deep polished wooden counter. There were two old guys at one side of the bar, and a drunk passed out in one of the booths. Behind the counter was a very pretty redheaded girl with freckles around her clavicle and perky breasts beneath her white linen shirt.
"What's the good smell?" I said.
"Grand dad's frying hamburgers in the back," she said. "Would you like one?"
"Yes please. And a beer. What's the best beer you have?"
"Ask those two gents, I don't drink beer."
She went back to the kitchen with my order.
"Say, fellas."
The old guys looked at me.
"What's the best beer in this place?"
They looked at each other.
