Requested by Madeleine Wechsler.
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Author's note: This is a sequel to "Interview With the Hypnotist," but can be enjoyed as a standalone work.
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"I really don't know about this, Maddie."
Julie fidgeted in her seat, looking around at the crowd. There were a lot more people than she expected for such a risqué event.
Madeleine patted her on the shoulder. "C'mon, Julie, it'll be fine! It's not like I'm gonna 'volunteer' you or anything."
"It's not that..." Julie sighed.
Good thing the lights are low,
she thought.
She probably can't see me blushing.
"It's just, like, this is so
weird
! Why would you take me to some weird sex show?"
"It's not a sex show," Madeleine said. "It's an-"
"An 'adult hypnosis show,' yeah. That's why the lady doing the hypnosis goes by 'Mistress Gianna' and wears a dominatrix outfit on the poster."
Madeleine giggled. "Aw, I see what it is. You're freaked out because you think I'm hitting on you!"
Julie scoffed. "O-Of course not! We both know you're straight."
"And you're not. Or did you think I didn't catch you sneaking glances at my boobs when I walk by your desk?"
If Madeleine couldn't see Julie blushing before, she definitely could now. Julie looked like a tomato. It didn't help that Madeleine's cleavage was on full display with the low cut of her blouse. "...they're really big."
Madeleine smiled. "It's alright, Julie. I mean, I'm kinda used to people staring at my tits. And I gotta say, you're pretty hot too!"
Julie giggled nervously.
She thinks I'm hot!
She often compared herself to Madeleine while the two were at work. At any other workplace, Julie would have been the one turning heads. She was a couple inches taller than Madeleine, which wasn't saying much, but she'd worked hard to keep herself in the best shape she could. She was toned and lean, to the point where she often got confused for a yoga instructor or a cyclist.
But what Madeleine had over her was her bust. Julie wasn't exactly flat, but Madeleine's breasts were
massive.
And they made her the apple of every warm-blooded man's eye at the office. And Julie's, for that matter.
The lights dimmed. Madeleine squealed in excitement. "It's starting!"
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"I'm going to fuck your mind away."
Madeleine's eyes were glued to the strap-on waving in front of her face. She gawked at it slack-jawed, like it was the most fascinating object in the world.
Gianna looked down on her like she was a puppy. "It's going to go in and out of that cute little butt of yours. And every time it goes in, it's gonna shove a little bit more of that mind out."
Madeline nodded dimly. She didn't really look like she fully understood, but Gianna knew what was going on in her head, and she knew that she'd take the suggestion well.
"And once your mind has gone completely," Gianna continued, "it's going to be filled all over again. Filled with obedience and lust, leaving you a horny plaything. Does that sound fun, slut?"
"Yes," Madeleine whispered. She didn't think twice about her answer. She barely thought once.
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Julie watched the stage with rapt attention.
The posters didn't do Mistress Gianna justice. The Italian woman was almost a foot taller than Julie, and the latex catsuit left very little to the imagination. The zipper was down just enough to show off her ample cleavage without going so far that it seemed obscene.
Gianna grinned. "Welcome, everyone!"
The crowd roared in applause. Madeleine was one of the first to bolt to her feet, almost startling Julie.
Didn't know she was such a fan.
Gianna bowed. "Thank you all so much! I'm so happy to be here! Now, which of you would like to be my first volunteer of the evening?"
Dozens of hands shot up. Julie almost felt like joining them, but she held herself back.
I can't weird Madeleine out. She can't know about my-
Julie froze. Gianna was pointing at her.
At least, that's what she thought.
Gianna smiled warmly. "And the winner is the busty blonde in row five!"
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Madeleine bent over the table. Her face rested on the cold laminate surface, and her heavy breasts were pressed down and acted almost like a cushion.
Gianna unzipped Madeleine's tight miniskirt, exposing the hypnotized girl's soaking panties. The scent of her arousal already filled the room, but it was still impressive just how wet Madeleine already was.
"My," Gianna purred, "you
are
a slut, aren't you? Already so excited for Gianna' cock to slide in."
"Yes, Gianna," Madeleine whimpered. "I can't help myself, I'm just such a slut for you."
Gianna chuckled. "And I know you really do mean that. You couldn't lie to me if you tried. Tell me, slut, will this be the first time you've ever had a cock in your ass?"
"Yes, Gianna."
"Oh! Wonderful. I love showing my girls something new."
Madeleine blinked. There was someone else in the room. "I..." she whispered. "I know you..."
And then Gianna's strap-on entered her, and her eyes rolled back into her head.
She forgot about Julie in the corner of the room, sliding her fingers in and out of her cunt.
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Madeleine jumped up and down with joy when Gianna picked her out of the crowd. Julie caught herself staring at Madeleine's breasts as they jiggled up and down; they were moving around so much she had to wonder if Madeleine was even wearing a bra.
Madeleine scooched patched Julie and made her way out into the aisle, practically skipping up to the stage. Julie didn't know the last time she'd ever seen Madeleine so excited.
Actually, I don't think I've
ever
seen her this excited.
The bouncy blonde made her way to the stage and grinned for the audience. A few catcalls could be heard over the crowd, but Madeleine didn't seem to mind. She went up to Gianna and blushed. She looked like a schoolgirl with a crush; she twirled her hair and played with the hem of her skirt, biting her lip and sneaking glances at the taller woman next to her. It was a far cry from the confident, if slightly ditzy, woman Julie knew at work. Madeleine wasn't a great reporter, but she knew how to flaunt her sexuality to get what she wanted.
"And what is your name, my dear?" Gianna held the microphone to Madeleine's face.
"Madeleine," she giggled. She looked nervous, but Julie couldn't tell if it was because she was in front of so many people or because she was next to Gianna.
"And we are not strangers, are we?" Gianna asked.
"Nope! I interviewed you for the paper yesterday."
"And you did such a lovely job!" Gianna winked at Madeleine, and Julie swore her coworker nearly fainted.
Wait... she didn't tell me about the interview.
Julie frowned.
Did Gianna give her these tickets? Why?
"Now," Gianna continued, "while I normally start off with the pocketwatch, or the crystal, tonight I want to show everyone something special I discovered during our interview." She clapped twice, and two stagehands brought out a folding chair and a large mirror.
Madeleine sat down in the chair and Gianna knelt down beside her. "Now, Madeleine, I'm sure you remember these stage lights." She gently stroked Madeleine's long hair, making Madeleine shiver. "How hot they can get. It's stifling, is it not?"
