"So, who here loves pussycats?"
The sound of a moan transformed into a soft mewl from the triggering verbiage.
"They're such fun pets, that deserves such fun titles, like pussy...cat..."
The elongated, orgasmic moan echoed from inside the woman making the sound, to the surrounding crowd that watched in awe as she took on the role of a cat bathing itself with her own tongue seconds later.
"Titles like that must make one wonder its origins, its context. How do you connect a word like cat..." Hannah looked down, smiling and the woman believing her designer clothing was fur to lick, before she rubbed her face affectionately over the magician's calves and ankles.
"...with a word like pussy?" A mewl faltered as vaginal muscles contracted, feeling stimulation deep inside that shook the woman on all fours to the floor, gently convulsing, trying to speak human words or devotion.
"I mean, how can a feline have a pussy while being a pussy?" Each word struck with an electrical jolt of pleasure. "And how can we be sure that the word 'cat' came first?" From laying on the ground, she positioned herself so that her belly was exposed and stretched hands and hind legs were above; both knew the exposed belly was a sign of trust she showed Hannah.
The audience for its own part couldn't take their eyes off the display at the impromptu, private show. In the VIP section of a Monte Carlo casino, all the attention was turned towards the acquaintance of hotel heiress Danielle Avery, a gorgeous brunette with red streaks in her hair, and a charming streak that was vehemently disbelieved by a rich, crass, rude American patron named Ursula. As Hannah was typically used to, disbelief lead to false claims, which lead to enthusiastically debunking them. Magic and hypnotism being farcical to Ursula's mind at first, acceding to Hannah's challenge, claiming she wasn't a pussy, and wouldn't back down from a challenge. The disbeliever's words made Hannah smile deeply, as she made conversational connections to hypnotism being like a lazy cat luxuriating in the sun, drawn to the heat, wanting to feel it everywhere, wanting to feel it deep inside. The next thing the woman subconsciously knew, existence narrowed to being Hannah's feline house pet, and to being Hannah's sexual pet depending on the word the hypnotist chose. Needless to say, every surrounding activity and game stopped to watch Hannah's magic act, interesting everyone, especially someone eying both Hannah and Danielle.
"Such questions posed to peculiar minds, like 'where did the slang term pussy come from,' 'who was the first to make the cat comparison,' and 'why does a word like pussy surge with such power,' such questions might lead some to burst, like my little pet here. Soooo on the verge, so needing to hear it just one...more...time. So at the count of ten, you will hear my command, and act accordingly, forgetting what you're supposed to, remembering exactly what I want you to."
A breathless audience synchronized their breathing on exact ten count, until Hannah snapped her fingers and commanded "wide awake!" It left her audience frustrated, but none more than Ursula, puzzled about why she was so flustered, but happy to praise her change of heart, and the power of magic.
"See Ursula? You're not a pussy after all," Hannah spoke with a Cheshire grin, setting Ursula's loins off to an orgasm she never expected. Gripping the woman firmly, she put her under as she came off her sexual high, and commanded her subconscious to come back the same way she did the first time, but happier, and satisfied.
An ovation filled the space, including Ursula clapping, blissfully unaware of being the star of a show. Hannah took a generous bow, and departed as apart of Danielle's entourage.
Walking through the casino alongside Danielle, Kendra, Sabrina, Cheryl, and Anna, the traveling Goddess Hannah wondered how she was to spend their evening in Monte Carlo. The weather was warm and balmy, but a cool dusk breeze made it feel good to step outside. She wondered if there were any special clubs to attend, or if an evening on the beach property Danielle owned was to be enjoyed. Stealing glances over her sexy, mind-controlled harem, she knew the night would end spectacularly.
As their long, black limousine pulled up at the casino's entrance, the collection of ladies got inside, all laughing and smiling, until they realized there was one extra that entered along with them. Everyone but Danielle was stunned at the appearance of this new lady, dressed like the rest of them in stylish, socialite evening wear, a sexy red maxi-dress and pumps, and blonde up-do and expertly-done makeup behind thin-framed black glasses.
"Hello again, Tricia. I think you've gotten into the wrong limousine," Danielle spoke annoyed, yet amused.
Tricia looked amongst the women and convincingly feigned having made an honest mistake. "Oh my, it looks like I have. Though I can't say it isn't an unpleasant one. When was our last interview exactly?"
"I forget; they all kind of run together. Everyone this is Tricia Trilby, a reported for the U.K. Herald, their top celebrity reporter."
"Oh, you flatter me Danielle; it's so nice to be spoken so highly of."
"Would you be the interviewer behind all those pieces on the Avery family?" Hannah interjected, interested.
"I probably am; the Averys are the talks of many towns and public discussions."
"'Kardashians with Class,' was that yours?"
"Why yes it was, Ms...." Tricia said, extending her hand.
"Hannah, please call me Hannah."
"How very nice to meet you, Hannah. Word is you put on quite a show very recently."
"Were you there to see it?" Danielle asked with curiosity.
"News travels fast," Tricia spoke cryptically, before a smile broke out "though I might've caught a glimpse or two. Never thought I'd see Ursula Webb reduced to...whatever that was."
"Call it a more...open-minded disposition," Hannah explained diplomatically.
"Say Tricia, do we need to get you back, so you can go about trailing the right subject tonight?" Danielle changed the topic.
"Sadly, I think I've missed them. But as a consolation prize, I certainly wouldn't mind doing another Danielle Avery piece, this time about her stunning entourage, which has been getting some talk. Of course, it would be an open invitation for anyone to say anything."
All the women there looked dumbfounded about what was going on, except for Danielle and Hannah, exchanging glances, wordlessly communicating and putting together through past articles that Tricia was a persistent reporter that was exactly right where she wanted to be, and would not be easily to get rid of, in-writing or in-person. "But I do realize I probably crashed a ladies night, and don't want to ruin the good vibes with a lot of questions. If and when you all are comfortable talking to a reporter, please don't hesitate to reach out," Tricia handed Anna her card, as she got out at the next light the limo stopped at. She waved to everyone in the limo, before departing to a nearby bar she was familiar with.
Inside the bar, she ordered a vodka and started taking down notes on her phone about everything she'd seen in Danielle's limo, already formulating several juicy headlines and possible directions, and all the information she could run by her boss. As her drink arrived, so did a small, white napkin, placed next to Tricia by Hannah's hand, the last person she expected to see so soon.
"As public as my exploits seem to have been tonight, I guess I shouldn't be shy about saying something," Hannah smiled warmly, taking the nearest stool so they sat next to one another, giving Tricia all her attention. "And as imaginative as reporters can be with their stories, I feel like I should set the record straight, lest your expose get a little too creative."
"It's not at all an expose, Hannah. It will probably read more like a fluff piece, but pays the bills. And it's what the public is interested in. Who wouldn't want to know how a group of fabulous ladies party."
Hannah signaled the bartender to order the same drink Tricia gingerly sipped on. "You say that Ms. Trilby, and yet I can still see the possible headlines now. 'Lone Wolf Hotel Heiress' Quickly Makes New Friends,' 'Hotel Heiress New Entourage Part of Possible Coup in the Avery Family,' or 'Entourage Under the Spell of a Powerful, Glamorous Woman.'"
Tricia eyed Hannah carefully, a rueful smile crossed her face as she recognized her "Lone Wolf Hotel Heiress" headline spoken almost verbatim. "I try to be a little more tactful with the titling, but I can't claim that the rest of the press won't go with creative ones like what you've said. Danielle and me are on a first-name basis with good reason, as unlike a lot of reports looking to see how far a woman like can fall operate on, I'm more fair when it comes to stories like this, and aren't looking to tear anyone down."
Hannah gave a lighter version of the same smile. "That's true, from what I read of your writing, your not as creatively blood-thirsty when it comes to storytelling. But that doesn't mean that's not what you were aiming for tonight."
"It doesn't have to be that way, Hannah," Tricia said, emphasizing how sympathetic she was trying to be while setting her phone to voice recording. "Speak about whatever you'd like to say about yourself and your relationship with Danielle or the Avery family, and we can go from there."
Looking down at the phone between them on the bar, and a sympathetic face desperately trying to hide excitement over a story being handed to her on a silver platter, Hannah sighed a deep sigh, took a lingering sip of her drink, and faced Tricia.
"Can I assume that some parts of what I'm about to say remain confidential?"
"You have my word."
"As soon as you have my word, right?" Hannah pointedly responded.
Both women laughed at that.
