This is my first foray into writing erotica and as they say write what you know. I had a few friends convince me to write about past events. Even if these events were true I would obviously change names and places to protect the guilty. I hope you enjoy.
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Chapter 1
The door chimed as the last person left the store leaving the softly playing canned music the only sound drifting through the showroom for a moment. The racks of clothing obscured the front of the small store due to the inventory that far exceeded the shop's interior space. A single mattress displayed one of the many bedding sets that the store carried stacked on shelves that pressed against the back of a TV display. A pair of mannequins stared blankly out the front window displaying the most recent fashions. Despite the cluttered mass of stock the store had a quaint, welcoming atmosphere to it.
Kyle walked down the winding main aisle toward the door checking to make sure that no customers were still in the store. With the limited lines of sight, it was necessary to do a brief walkthrough just to be certain.
"That's the last one, Kim." Kyle called towards the back of the store.
From the overstuffed stockroom with a small, scrawled note taped up reading 'Lunch Room', a petite brunette pushed through the single swinging door with a roll of paper towels and bottle of window cleaner in hand. "Did they actually buy anything? They were in here long enough to have examined everything we carry."
"Not a thing. Did you get the sweaters unboxed that we got in this morning?"
"Unboxed, tagged, and on the bottom shelf just under those scarves," Kim said as she began to clean the fingerprints from the glass on the front door. "And I shifted the tank tops to the clearance rack because I'm pretty sure we have seen the last of the warm weather."
"Wow," Kyle exclaimed. "Feeling a bit motivated?"
Kim stopped halfway through wiping the cleaner from the door. "Honestly now that I'm not taking a smoke break every half hour I've been able to get so much more done. I want to thank you for that."
Kyle leaned around the end of a stack of hampers to look at Kim. "You're welcome. I'm just glad you let me hypnotize you into quitting. I know you had tried cold turkey a few times and that just wasn't working. Not to mention it was a nightmare to work with you every time you tried."
Kim blushed slightly, "So you're saying I was a bitch?"
"Well I wouldn't say it in exactly those words, but you were less than pleasant."
Kim moved from the door toward the mannequin display in the front window, "I can say that this has been the first time that I have actually felt good while not smoking. I don't have the slightest desire to go smoke and after twelve years of smoking that's saying something."
"You started when you were what, thirteen?"
"Fourteen, thank you though," Kim chuckled. "I still find it pretty strange that I went from two packs a day to nothing and stay clean. Its not like this was my first time trying to quit." She started lifting the first mannequin's arms taking off the blouse it was displaying.
Kyle looked over towards his co-worker, "To be honest it had a lot to do with the fact that you are incredibly responsive to hypnosis. Everyone responds a bit differently and to different degrees, but you go very deep."
She paused with the new sweater halfway onto the mannequin, "What does that mean?"
Kyle leaned back against a wall and looked the brunette over, "Well it means that you take hypnotic suggestions as complete commands. It becomes your new reality. When I suggested that you did not need cigarettes in your life you took that as what you really wanted. I couldn't make you do, see, or feel something that you didn't want but you really did want to be able to stop smoking. Combined with how deeply you respond to hypnosis it meant that you were able to stop smoking as if you never smoked in the first place. It was no longer a part of you."
Kim paused staring at the mannequin, "Does that mean that you can make me do other things?"
"Hey I just helped you stop smoking. I did not make you do anything else other than setting that pack of cigarettes down and being able to walk away from them."
Kim stared silently at the mannequin without really seeing it. "Yeah I guess you're right. Let's finish this up and get out of here." She turned and finished changing the mannequins while Kyle straighten up the other inventory and then counted out the cash drawer.
"I'll see you tomorrow," Kyle called to Kim as they got into their cars and left the parking lot.
Chapter 2
The afternoon wore on with only a few customers making their way through the store. A couple of quick purchases and they were gone. It had been an hour since the last shopper had come through the door and Kyle was finishing cleaning the TV display with the spare time that the lack of traffic had given him. He looked around to see where Kim had gotten to only to spot her working with the mannequins in the display window again. "Didn't you just swap out their wardrobe yesterday?"
"Kind of," Kim replied. "I just wasn't happy with how they looked." She paused and looked over at Kyle standing next to the TV's. "Can I ask you something without it sounding too weird?"
Kyle chuckled, "I make no promises. What's on your mind?"
Kim hesitated a moment, a slight color rising to her cheeks, "Never mind. Its stupid anyway."
"Oh no. You don't start something like that and get to just drop it. What were you going to ask?"
"You are just going to think its stupid, or worse think something is wrong with me so just forget it." Kim turned and left the window display and started walking back through the store.
Kyle dodged past a clothing rack to cut her off before she made it to the back room, "Hey now. Since when have I ever thought there was something wrong with you? I mean I even accept the fact that you like One Direction?"
"They are a great band." Kim glowered at Kyle's smirk, "Fine, but you have to promise that you won't freak out on me okay?"
