Note: Special thanks to Goddess Hannah for inspiring this story.
"Uh oh, I'd better get going," Sabrina noticed the time on the wall clock.
"Really?" Her girlfriend Kendra tried kissing her neck as they sat on the floor in-front of the couch, hoping to make her just a little late for passion's sake.
"Unfortunately, really," Sabrina smiled, giving Kendra a quick, unsatisfying kiss, seeing the odd spring in her step for an obligation.
Kendra eyed the sight of Sabrina getting up to go to the bedroom to get ready for her evening shift, ears filled with longing as she listened to clothes being taken off. Kendra was a short, pretty girl with red-colored cropped hair. She often didn't think much of her cute look, and blessed whatever deity allowed it that the taller, German-born knockout Sabrina would find her attractive, and have a date that lead to the loving relationship they currently had. But even with being with a supermodel-equivalent significant other, Kendra's confidence levels often fluctuated, and sank below where they should be. She knew it was a constant annoyance, but Kendra felt she needed every bit of assurance Sabrina could give about the blonde being lucky with her, how she turned heads and was deserving of love to maintain confidence.
And though she trusted her girlfriend and never showed jealousy, the last few weeks with her had tripped silent alarm bells. The 'extra hours' she was picking up was much later than usual, and the explanation was often pretty vague for them. There was often a whiff of various perfumes on her Sabrina couldn't complete wash off. And though she always came home a little friskier and more loving, which Kendra really didn't mind, the way she came home easily reminded her of the times when Sabrina was really, really aroused. In a way, listening to her girlfriend change, a growing fear stabbed at her, like what she heard was the rummaging of a roommate just passing by her life, instead of someone she could share things completely with.
"Hey, what if I came with tonight? Maybe I could play a customer that never leaves, and we could play hookie again."
"Heh, maybe, little sweet," Sabrina petted and stroked Kendra's hair, using the pet name the shorter woman both hated and loved. "But I'm not sure about tonight's crowd. They could get a little...handsy."
"Maybe...depending on the person, I'd like that."
"Maybe you'll get that...when I get back," Sabrina sensually cupped one of Kendra's breasts through her shirt material and gently squeezed, something she very much appreciated in the moment, but never had done before these 'evening shifts.'
Dressed with a bag and ready to go, Sabrina departed, blowing a kiss to Kendra who convincingly kept up a smile. But as soon as Sabrina was far enough down the hallway of their apartment floor, Kendra was right behind her, satisfying her paranoid self with a tailing mission. She didn't know what she'd find on it, hoping beyond hope it was all a false alarm and that Sabrina was still completely faithful. Wearing a drab, grey hoodie that seemed way too generic to recognize, Kendra kept a decent pace behind the forward-moving Sabrina. It was a longer tailing than expected, as her heart sunk in watching Sabrina bypass the hotel she worked at in-between modeling gigs, getting a cab from around the entrance. Kendra had to do the same, fortunately having enough money to give to her own cab to simply follow the one Sabrina hailed.
***
It was a nervous drive all the way to a beautiful, secluded mansion in the palisade part of the city. Departing her cab to keep the same hidden pace behind Sabrina, Kendra watched her go into the house from a distance. She looked like a jogger, running along the sides of the mansion, until she saw a section of windows lit up, and decided to peak in.
Sneaking up to one of the windows, Kendra looked in to see lighting shining specifically in certain parts of the house used for social events. It was huge, complete with a bar in the back lit up with soft, neon lights; the owner obviously wanted their little 'club away from the club' vibe, and Kendra's impressed eyes considered it money well spent. After a few minutes of specifically watching the bar, she saw Sabrina finally show up behind it, setting up like she'd hoped she would.
A deep sigh of relief filled her, realizing her 'extra hours' was spent bartending for a private affair. Her breath caught a little as she realized how private, as Sabrina had suddenly stripped down to a sexy red corset and black thigh highs, both items Kendra couldn't ever remember her wearing in their apartment, she thought very sullenly. She was still preparing to simply serve drinks, so far, but the occupational attire was surprisingly off-putting to her, making her want to stay to observe what this job was about, focusing in on the empty stage where lots of oddly-low lighting was directed, as if ready to put on a show.
"Enjoying the show?"
A whisper from behind nearly made Kendra jump out of her skin. Backing up towards the wall near the window like a cornered animal, Kendra beheld her predatory with a surprising gasp after the initial one of shock. Her breath caught as she looked with involuntary interest at the near six foot beauty standing, smiling nearby. Wearing a sexy black lace dress that Kendra swore was see-through, eyes helplessly scanned attractive curves, scared but literally magnetized at how this woman carried herself. She obviously wasn't any kind of security for the house or party, yet she stood poised, carrying the utmost confidence in herself, and whatever was to be done with Kendra's presence.
"I certainly hope you're enjoying the show," Hannah smiled, letting her English tone grace Kendra's ears playfully, giving her all the time she needed to possibly notice the double-entente.
Knowing she'd been caught spying and trespassing, with no recourse or explanation for being there, she spoke to the only flotsam she could latch onto.
"S-show? What show?"
"Why, my magic show, of course," the taller woman announced with slight fanfare, standing in the house's inside lighting like a performance headliner, before giggling to herself a little. "I'm Hannah the magician," she offered her hand to shake. Kendra hesitated a little before reaching out to shake it.
"And you are..." Kendra might've answered, but the young English woman posed the question like she was searching for it on her own. Bringing her free hand to her temple, thinking hard about it, she came up with a name.
"You're Kendra."
"B-how..."
"I'm also a mentalist," Hannah gave a dazzling smile, letting the lighting show off her red highlights, nail polish and lipsticked grin.
"Do you know what else I know?"
Totally mystified, Kendra could only shake her head 'no'.
"I know I'm also a great hypnotist as well. And you're a great subject."
"Subj-I...I'm sorry, what do you mean?"
"I mean, dear Kendra, that your ability to slip into hypnotic trance is impeccable, impressive really. Given hypnotic suggestion, you really think you're watching this performance from outside the house. But truth is, you're really on stage right now."
