The car stereo played a tune that caught Florence's attention - 'Why must I be a teenager in love?'. It was an old song bringing back memories. The plaintive tone moved her emotions down a notch, to where she felt sorry for herself. Why, oh, why was she forced to endure being a teenager for a second time. Had she offended Aphrodite?
Under hypnosis she was taking on the role of a stupid adolescent girl, which was frustrating for a mature, married woman. As Candy she was playing up to Damien, in a gauche and obvious way. She wanted him to be her boyfriend, and would do anything to capture his attention.
He was eighteen and thought she was too. Telling him she had been chucked by a boyfriend made her available. As a stupid bimbo she was both vulnerable, and only too available. He had already taken advantage of the stupid girl she was forced to be while hypnotised.
At least while his father drove them home the boy was behaving himself. That was another worrying point. Why had her husband been so stupid as to let her be carted off while still hypnotised. She was more than annoyed with him, she was furious.
They arrived home after a frenetic drive, as though the businessman really believed time was money. Damien carried a suitcase from the car, looking pleased to help. It was the one packed for a week away at the vacation complex with her husband.
"Typical of a woman to pack a month's clothes for one night away," Bernard muttered. He wondered if he had drawn the short straw, by taking her on. Instead of one adolescent to supervise, he now had two.
"Do you want Pizza, dad?" Damien asked.
Bernard was about to refuse then thought the rare offer shouldn't be discouraged. He had better help, or the kid might destroy the kitchen.
"Go on, I know you want to get to work. We'll fix it and bring you a slice," Damien helpfully said.
"Sure, sir. Like, I'll help Damien," Candy said, with the usual bouncy glee.
Unsure if either of them could follow simple instructions on a packet, he reluctantly left them to it. The famous words, 'what could go wrong', haunted him as he copied a report onto his computer. The moment he started reading it, he became absorbed.
"Here sir, like, your pizza, sir," Candy smiled at him.
"Thank you, young lady. It looks good!" he said, with surprise. It wasn't burnt and smelled good. She laid a napkin across his knee, and handed him a knife and fork.
"Damien said, like, err, not to get your keyboard messy," she giggled.
Bernard laughed along with her. She was certainly having a good affect on the boy. He hadn't realised how thoughtful Damien could be, and it was down to him trying to impress this girl.
Bernard patted her on the head, with a big smile on his face. "Thank you sweetie, you're a treasure. Go along now and play with Damien. Please keep the noise down while I'm working," he added.
"Would you like anything else, sir?" she sweetly asked.
"This is fine. Just be a good girl, and do as you're told while here. Go on, I'm sure Damien has a game lined up for you," he encouraged.
Florence was sure that was right, though it wasn't a computer game the boy had in mind. Florence was surprised to be led to the guest room, rather than his bedroom. He seemed eager to please, and offered to unpack the case.
It seemed the nasty sex session in the basement had satisfied him. Despite the despicable act she had performed, he was prepared to treat her with respect. Candy pulled out a dress and cooed with delight.
"I've just got to try this on, like, it's so fab!" she trilled.
Before Damien could leave, she lifted the dress she was wearing over her head.
As it happened Florence tried to warn the stupid girl. 'Don't strip off in front of him, you'll lose all respect! You want him to be your boyfriend don't you?'
Candy pulled the dress close, trying to cover herself. Florence sighed with relief. At last she was learning how to motivate Candy.
"Oh! Silly me. Like, are you my boyfriend now?" Candy asked, while clutching the dress, looking demure.
"Sure, of course!" Damien earnestly answered.
"Oh! Like, really totally fab! Candy is so happy!" she chirruped, like a chipmunk on speed. She dropped the dress and grabbed the pink one off the bed.
"Should I let you change," Damien asked, reluctantly turning to go.
"Oh! Sorry. I'm supposed to do as I'm told," Candy pouted, misunderstanding him. "May Candy try on this gorgeous dress? Please! Pretty please!" she whined, in what was supposed to be a winning pose.
Damien was pleased, for she was wearing just a pair of panties and bra. Florence could see he was caught between doing the right thing by leaving, yet drawn to her like a guy to an electronic device.
"Do you want me to leave?" he asked, looking confused. He thought she was being sarcastic, meaning he should leave her to change.
"No, silly. You're my boyfriend, and Candy must do as she is told. Please! Let me try on the pretty dress," she moaned.
"So, as your boyfriend, you have to do everything I tell you?" he asked, looking hopeful.
"Of course! My uncle and your father told me to do as I'm told, so I must. You're my boyfriend, so I have to do as you tell me. Candy promises to be a good girl and do everything she is told, honest," Candy earnestly said.
"OK! You can try on the dress," he firmly stated.
He hadn't much experience with girls, yet it was obvious there was something different about her. It wasn't just the eager to please attitude, or the dumb way she spoke. Then again he hadn't ever received a blowjob either, so why bother to figure her out.
He looked her over as she struggled into the dress. She was a cute little thing, with a slim figure. In fact she was gorgeous.
She was stupid and gullible. He decided he could put up with that, for what she had to offer. He had never liked air-heads, but she was different. Candy didn't have pretentions, and didn't try to put him through hoops on the chance of receiving something that would never happen. Fuck! It already had happened, in her uncle's basement.
"It's no good. This underwear shows through. Yuk!" Candy stated, and stamped her foot in frustration.
"Is there any underwear in here?" Damien asked, wanting to keep her in a good mood.
"Oh! Yea, like, there must be!" she tragically spoke.
Florence silently groaned. The damn case was packed for a week of naughty games. Wearing such demeaning clothes, would mean looking as well as acting like a stupid bimbo. While away the hypnotic influence would have been used for just an hour or two a day with her husband, not for a whole night with this boy.
