It's not that he was particularly ugly. I suppose he had a few chances when he was at school, he probably just blew them. He was definitely very shy. He would go bright red and start to stutter if a nice looking girl spoke to him. He told me he got the cleaning job at the theatre ten months after leaving school, and many failed (and missed) interviews. Mrs Roberts, the manager, was so old and wrinkled she was obviously not enough of a threat at the interview. He liked the work. Most of the time he was on his own, working through the night cleaning and making minor repairs.
He contacted me after seeing the poster. "The Great Wazoo. Hypnotist to the Stars." I was due to perform my act in May and I received his call the end of March. He told me he wanted to be a hypnotist himself and wanted to know how hypnotise people. I knew what he was after, but I agreed to speak to him.
Harry looked at the calendar, Friday July 21. He was feeling excited. The Space Girls were playing at the theatre. They were a five piece all-girl vocal group from Stockport, playing mediocre cover versions of mediocre songs. Some wag had decided to name them after planets, Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter and Saturn. Alas, no Pluto. I'm sure there was the occasional cry of "Show me Uranus!" from the crowd as they warbled through their set, but I digress.
Mercury a small red-head. Venus looked a bit like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. Mars was supposed to be a dyke, shaved head and muscular arms and dressed in jeans and a vest. A bit like Bruce Willis in Die Hard, but you could see her firm tits and nipples clearly through the thin material. Jupiter was big. Not fat, just big, with enormous tits and plump arse. Saturn was pierced in every place you could see.
Harry started early that night and watched the show from the wings. He felt a familiar stirring in his loins as they wriggled and writhed through songs of teenage angst, girl power and vague references to sexual acts. Most of the audience failed to recognise the sexual acts, but Harry did.
As the girls left the stage after their final encore Harry was waiting. Using the techniques I had told him he managed to get an invitation to the after-show party. They had a small suite at a three star business hotel just outside the town centre. 'Perfect' thought Harry.
He went back to work, five minutes after everyone left he locked up and cycled the couple of miles to the hotel. When he got to the suite he found the five girls and three roadies left. They were lounging on the beds, drinking. He immediately went into his act. At first they laughed, then they became quiet, then they were asleep.
'What's your name?' he asked the biggest roadie.
'David'
'Your name in now Pig. Stand up Pig.'
Pig stood up. Harry laughed, its working. He named the other roadies Dog and Cow.
'Everyone stand up.'
They all stood up.
'Go and stand against that wall, facing me.'
They went.
'Mercury, come and stand here, facing me.'
She came.
'Take your dress off.' She struggled with the zip at the back, but eventually managed to wriggle it down.
Mercury was the smallest of the girls, barely five foot tall. She had shoulder length red hair and very pale skin. She stood there facing him, wearing only a neat matching bra and panties set in red lace.
He reached out and ran his hands over her. She felt so soft. He walked behind her and unhooked her bra. As he eased it from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor he moved in close behind, pressing against her. He cupped her tits in his hands and tweeked the nipples gently between his thumbs and forefingers.
