Thanks go to LaRascasse for his editing expertise in making this story better. READER TIP: This story is mostly focused on the men, ie, gay sex between a gay guy and a straight guy both under hypnosis.
Laila writhed and gyrated to the music blasting from the speakers in the Glass Armonica. She'd been there for over an hour, and she was famished. But there wasn't a single human in the club that appealed to her. She was starting to eye the crowd, looking for someone who would do, when he walked in. She stared in shock. His dark hair was styled in a well gelled mohawk, and his button down, orange and pink striped shirt was open two buttons. His jeans were well tailored and his leather and orange sneakers looked like they had been dyed to match the shirt. His glance passed right over her, in spite of the fact that she was wearing her shortest mini skirt and a tight tube top. When it settled on the hot, leather clad bad boy who'd been harassing her all night, she knew her first judgment was correct: the man was gay.
He smelled, however, delicious. Briefly she considered leaving, finding someone else, but the tantalizing odor was causing her to salivate. Her hunger had been building over the last hour and her self control was gone. Sidling up behind him, she tapped his shoulder. He gave her a bland smile, and she touched his chin, tilting his head so that he was forced to stare into her eyes. She gazed hypnotically until his eyes took on a glazed look. Then she smiled sultrily at the nearly panting bad boy. It took much less time to hypnotize him. Then she took both men by the hand and led them up the stairs to the private booth she often used. They followed her like men who were sleepwalking, their eyes glazed, their limbs limp and dangling.
Laila didn't say a word until they were both inside and the door was shut. Turning first to the James Dean wannabe she whispered in his ear.
"You find this man to be extremely sexy. You want to lick and caress his body until he screams in ecstasy."
His slack face brightened into a smile as his eyes focused on the two hot bodies in front of him. Laila smiled and turned to her intended prey.
"You will not see me, or hear me, or feel me. You will only focus on the man who is touching you, and how much he turns you on."
Laila knew better than to try and make him desire her. Most of the human population, whether they admitted it or not, were at least bi-curious. The small percentage that weren't was usually gay or very, very straight. She was willing to bet that the man slipping out of his leather jacket had thought about being with another guy before. She was also willing to bet that the gay man had spent more time wondering why he wasn't attracted to women. It was safer for the psyche to allow people to do what felt natural, even if it was repressed.
Laila began to undress the sandy haired bad boy while he turned to pluck the buttons of the other man's shirt. The darker haired man leaned forward and kissed him, raising up on his toes just a little to press his lips more firmly against the other man's mouth. They both hesitated for a moment, breathing in one another's scent before finally getting the courage to take a taste.
Their clothes were completely forgotten as the kiss deepened, tongues swirling against one another. Laila finished undressing them, running her hands along each man's buttocks to press their groins against one another. The limp, dazed slumber they appeared to be in vanished as both men enjoyed the feel of skin sliding against skin as Laila's hands caressed them both with nimble fingers.
The dark haired man groaned, grinding his lengthening erection against his partner, whose own cock was straining equally towards him. When Laila knelt at their feet, grasping both cocks in her hands, the men sighed and resumed their kiss.
