My next venture goes back a bit earlier to college days. Once again even if these events were real I would obviously chance the names and places to protect the guilty. Enjoy this jaunt into the past and some kinky fun.
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Chapter 1
"I can't believe that you bought into any of that shit being real," Shayla said as they stepped out of the building onto the college quad. Trees grew sporadically across the lawn with winding paths leading from each of the buildings. Students bustling from class to class moved in small groups chatting amongst themselves.
Kyle glanced back at the short, ebony girl trailing him. "If you think it's so fake why are you taking the class?" he retorted. This was a familiar scene since the school year had begun. There was always something that Shayla was sharing her opinion on and Kyle was her target of choice.
"Well it's not like the whole class is fake. We both know that psychology is real or we wouldn't be taking it. What I'm talking about is that hypnosis bullshit. I swear you are the only one in the entire class that is buying into it."
Kyle sighed, "Yes, it's real. Yes, I believe it can be done. No, I'm not changing my mind. Honestly we have had this conversation a dozen times. You get to have your opinions and I get to have mine. What's so important to you that you convince me that it's fake?"
"It's not important," Shayla countered. "You are just so hung up on it and I know it's bull. If you want to walk around believing shit that ain't real I guess it's on you. I was just trying to save you from your dumb self."
Kyle sat down under one of the old shade trees. "Yes it is. I know what's real and what isn't so you can carry on your merry way."
Shayla looked down at the tall young man leaning back against the tree and decided to push it a bit more. "If it's real then you can prove it right? I mean if it's what you believe then you can hypnotize me right? Cause if you can't then we'll know I'm right."
Kyle met Shayla's gaze and held it. He looked her over taking in her wavy dark hair and heavyset body she always concealed with a seemingly endless supply of baggy sweatshirts. "So you are this hung up on being right? You've brought up this conversation every day since the professor mentioned hypnosis and I agreed with her about it being useful in that hypothetical situation."
"Yeah. You're usually right about everything so this time I get to prove you wrong," Shayla said smiling. "Unless you just want to give up now."
"So you are saying that all I have to do is hypnotize you and you'll agree that I'm right about it?" Kyle asked skeptically.
"Not that you can do it but yeah. That's it," Shayla said.
"What I don't get is why you are so against hypnosis," Kyle responded idly going through his psychology notebook. "You seem hell bent on me saying that it's not real. I know it's real and you're delusional so why can't we just agree on that?"
"Why you gotta go down that road?" Shayla said laughing lightly. "I bet you think it's real 'cause you're just a control freak."
Kyle paused in his reading and looked up. Shayla's smirked as she stood there with her hand on her hip. "You couldn't handle being hypnotized. Besides what would your girls say? Getting hypnotized by a 'white boy'."
"Dodging the challenge then?"
"Fine, what's the challenge and what's it worth to you?"
"You hypnotize me and you can do whatever you want. Since you'll be all in control and shit that shouldn't be a problem. But when you can't, you tell the whole psych class that you were wrong and it's all fake," Shayla grinned.
Kyle raised an eyebrow at the girl's audacity, "So I get one shot at putting you under and if I can do it, I get to do anything I want to you. If I can't, I have to tell everyone in class I'm wrong. Does that about cover it?"
"Sounds like you're afraid you can't do it," Shayla said sounding slightly let down.
"Oh no, not afraid," Kyle said watching the ebony co-ed. "I just prefer to hedge my bets instead of an all or nothing situation. Besides 'anything I want'..." he trailed off with a slight grin, "Anything. You must be pretty confident that I can't put you under. What if we agree to three sessions. I'll prove to you that hypnosis is not only real but that you have been hypnotized. If I can't do that then I will tell the class that hypnosis isn't real. And if I win? Like I said saying anything leaves those doors wide open. Have something a little more specific and realistic in mind? Something that might not land you in quite so much trouble when you lose?"
Shayla laughed, flashing a bright smile, "I wouldn't have offered it if I wasn't willing to pay up. I still think that you are going to lose your ass but if you manage to pull this shit off sky's the limit. Just don't get us thrown in jail."
Kyle leaned back against the tree letting his mind run through all of the possibilities and outcomes of what was in front of him. There wasn't likely to be a better opportunity to delve into a challenging hypnotic partner and the potential rewards were finally sinking in. "So three sessions to get you not only to go under but to realize and admit that you've been hypnotized. Deal," he said sticking out his hand.
Shayla grinned like the cat that ate the canary and shook his hand, "When and where we starting this off hypno boy?"
"My apartment tonight at 7 unless you already have plans for an exciting Friday night," Kyle said thinking of the things he would need to get ready.
"Gimme your address and I'll be there. Get ready to lose a bet."
Chapter 2
Shayla pulled up to the run down apartment building with a half hour to spare. She looked over the building making sure she had the right one from the half dozen scattered haphazardly across the poorly paved parking lot. "Well this looks like the place," Shayla said to herself as she wondered how her mouth had gotten her here. "Girl get your ass in there and see what it's all about." Making her way into the building she walked down a few stairs to the one lower apartment that was half buried in the ground. "Basement dweller," she chuckled as she knocked on Kyle's door.
Kyle opened the door looking slightly surprised to see Shayla standing there. "A bit early are we?"
Shayla just gave a grin, "Hey I wanted to make sure I could find the place. Better early than late anyway. So can I come in or are you just going to stand there in the doorway?"
Kyle stepped back and swung the door wide, "Of course. Come on in and make yourself comfortable. We'll be working in the living room. I tidied up a bit but don't look too closely," Kyle laughed.
Shayla stepped into the apartment and turned left into Kyle's living room. She was prepared for a typical guy's room with scattered pizza boxes and a game system strung out across the floor. Greeting her was a much better arranged space than she had expected. The game system was there but was neatly sitting on a shelf under the TV with the controllers tucked beside it. The scattered, half-empty food containers were missing and the coffee table actually had a scuffed but clean surface that was bare of anything but a couple of text books, a notebook, and a candle. The couch was worn but Shayla had to admit it was pretty comfortable as she seated herself there. A recliner that had seen better days sat diagonally from the couch. From the way the books were angled it looked to be the spot that Kyle sat in.
"Would you like something to drink before we get started?" Kyle asked.
"Nah I'm good," Shayla replied turning around in her seat to look over at Kyle. "Is this where you wanted me? Am I supposed to lie down or anything?"
"You're fine either sitting up or laying down. Just make yourself comfortable enough to relax. We'll take it slow and see if we can ease you down into a simple trance," Kyle said, lighting the candle before sitting down in the recliner.
"I'll sit, that's fine. So what do I need to do? How is it you are going to work your magic?"
"Just relax and focus on this candle," Kyle said shifting the candle so it was directly in front of the girl's position. "Just relax and breathe as you watch the flame and listen to my words. Its pretty easy."
"You mean I'm just going to watch this candle and that's it?"
"Yes. It's nice and easy. You're just going to listen to me talk for a bit. Shouldn't be too hard at all."
"Fine. How long before you just admit you are going to fail?"
"Shayla you are arguing just to argue. Why don't you focus on the flame and let's see how real or fake it all is? Just relax and watch the flame."
"Fine. Whatever makes you happy," Shayla said looking at the small flickering flame dancing at the tip of the candle.
"Just focus on the center of the flame. Breathe in deeply and let it out slowly. Let yourself relax as you watch the flame dance back and forth. Focus on the center of the flame and watch as it becomes crystal clear." Kyle's voice had a soft resonant tone that slipped inside Shayla's mind without forcing its way in.
Shayla watched the flame of the candle flickering before her and simply listened to Kyle. His voice was nice but she knew she didn't feel particularly sleepy or anything else.
"Let everything else around you blur and fade. Focus on the flame and see the center deep inside it. All around you everything but the flame and my voice fading away," Kyle continued. "Feel your body relaxing. Let your mind focus deep into the candle's flame as your body gets tired and heavy."
Shayla saw every detail inside the dancing flame and didn't even acknowledge that her posture had begun to slump forward slightly as she watched the candle more intently.
"You can see the flame inside your mind now," Kyle continued. "Even as your eyelids slide closed you can still see the flame. You're so relaxed and tired just let your eyes close and watch the flame inside your mind. Nothing else exists but the flame and my voice."
Shayla knew she wasn't tired at all and didn't even realize that her eyes had drifted closed. She was still intensely focused on the flame that she could still see clearly in her mind's eye. Her body slouched forward more as she slipped under.
