Let me introduce myself. My name is Troy Ferguson. I am a Wedding D.J. I will play music at most any party, but I am extremely partial to weddings. I have three reasons for that. The food, the cake and the bridesmaids.
"Fertilizing The Bridesmaids"
Chapter One
Here I am, in the back of the cloakroom of this great wedding venue, with a beautiful girl bent over a desk, her bridesmaid gown unceremoniously thrown up over her back and I'm fucking the hell out of her from behind. My cock is pummeling her pussy and she is loving it. There are several things that are not apparent just by looking at this scene. One, she is almost six months pregnant. Two, it may, or may not, be my child. Three, she is aware of and loving every minute of this. And four, ten minutes from now, she won't even remember my name. Let me explain.
I've been spinning music at parties for a number of years now. A couple of years back, I discovered something that changed the entire game, for me anyway. I found a way, quite by accident, by which I could fuck, and knock up, almost any woman I wanted to. I know it sounds ridiculous and outrageous, but it's true. Here's what happened.
This story goes all the way back to when I was in High School. I was never a 'lucky lad' with the ladies. I had no confidence or self esteem. Trust me, women want a guy who knows what he wants. They don't have time for doubters and second guessers. I was both of these. I picked up a couple of books on hypnotism. I thought maybe those would help me out on a couple of levels. I learned a few tips and insights from the books, but never how to put someone into a trance. That would come later.
So, one night, I'm performing at a wedding and these people really wanted some heavy duty house and trance music. I don't get heavily into that style but I had enough pieces to do this gig. Anyway, I played this piece with a heavy, driving bass beat and I noticed a lot of the girls on the dance floor just, kind of, glaze over a little. Almost like they were 'lost' somewhere inside the music.
The next day, I decided to do a little experiment. I recorded the song onto it's own drive. I used my best mellow voice to lay down some spoken vocals to enhance the track with some subliminal suggestions. They were mostly about relaxation and acquiescence. I wanted to find that moment when the person listening was at their most relaxed and hit them with some powerful subconscious commands. I wasn't trying to control anyone's mind, just relax them enough that they can drop their hypnotic defenses and let the real 'them' come out and play.
I worked on this piece for a couple of hours. I knew I was on the right track because, a couple of times, I actually started to feel myself starting to succumb to my own voice. I knew I was on to something. I needed a test subject. I didn't want to use any of my friends, because they were just that...my friends. I needed someone who was ambivalent toward me. Someone I knew couldn't really give a shit about what I was doing. The perfect person came to mind...my step sister.
My mom married her dad when we were already teens, so we never really connected. She is a couple of years older than me and has always been very bookish and kind of a nerd. If anyone needed to relax and pull the stick out of her ass, it was my sister, Amanda.
At this point, she was a junior in college. Her academic career was her everything. She was on The Deans List and was sure a doctorate was in her future. She was home for the summer so I knocked on her door.
"Amanda, you in there?' I asked through the door.
"Yes," she answered tersely. "What do you want?"
I opened her door and peered in. She was at her desk studying. That figured. Summer vacation and she's buried in her books.
"Well?" she looked at me.
"I've been working on a new music mix and I'd like to get your opinion on it." I said.
Very quickly, she answered. "You know I don't like dance music."
"I know," I replied. "That's why you'd be the perfect reviewer. You can tell me what you don't like about it."
"Can't you see that I'm working?" she said as she went back to her book.
"Come on." I started. It'll just take a few minutes and I'd really appreciate it."
She thought about it for a few seconds before I continued.
"You don't even have to leave your seat. I'll bring the music to you."
"Okay." She agreed. "But make it quick."
"You got it." I said. I rushed back to my room to get my player and headphones. I had found that the headphones did something to the tone of the music that just, kind of, meshed everything together. I ran back to Amanda's room. I couldn't wait to see if this had any effect on her, at all. I handed her the headphones and she put them on.
I turned on the music and watched her. For the first few precious seconds, nothing happened. I knew she had about a minute of music before my subliminal suggestions started and, if she wasn't susceptible by then, the whole thing would be a bust.
As I watched her, I saw what I wanted. Her eyes glazed into a blank stare. I knew it was working. I said, in my best DJ voice. "Close your eyes. You'll be able to get lost in the music."
She did as I requested and closed her eyes. I watched her for a while. I knew that she was listening to my voice on the recording and she wasn't looking at me like I was a leper. I was excited by this good turn of events.
The entire track was just over five minutes long. I watched the digital display on the viewer and, when the song ended, I removed the headphones. Her eyes remained shut.
"Amanda." I said in my best singsong kind of voice. "Amanda."
"Yes." She replied in a voice very unlike her own. This voice was lower and less nasally than usual.
"Can you hear me, Amanda?" I asked.
"Of course I can.." she started in that same low, montone voice. "What am I, deaf?"
I knew that she was still in there by the sarcastic response. I decided to ask her a few questions to gauge how deeply she was under. I knew I had control. I just needed to know how much.
"How is your day going?" I asked her.
"Books." She responded. "God damned books."
"What about the books?" I asked her.
"Hate em." She replied. "Wanna go to the mall."
"Then go to the mall." I said. "What's stopping you?"
"Got to study. Dad's counting on me. Have to make him proud."
I must say, I was surprised by her answers. All this time, I thought she was doing this for herself, not dad. I probed deeper.
"Dad won't be proud of you if you go to the mall?" I asked.
"Have to study." She continued. "Dad wants me to be a Doctor."
"I thought you wanted to be a Doctor?" I pushed.
She shrugged her shoulders. "Not really. They do make good money, though."
"Is that important to you, the money?" I inquired.
"Not really." She answered. "Dad wants me to be successful."
"What do you want to do?' I asked her pointedly.
She smiled in spite of herself. "I want to be a dancer." She answered. "I want to be a wife." She continued. "I want to be a mother." She finished.
I couldn't help but be shocked at these answers. She's never even expressed interest in boys. To be honest, I thought she was gay and just hadn't come to the realization yet.
"What's stopping you?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
She frowned. "Dad wouldn't like that. He's counting on me. Can't let him down."
