"No, no, everything's fine," Anthony chuckled, heading for the sliding glass doors at the back of the walk-in basement. "Just need a little air, that's all." He gestured to the crowded room, and his friends nodded in instant understanding--the old house's air conditioning had struggled with the extra warmth of so many bodies all night long, and the party had spilled out into the backyard a few times despite Rodney's best efforts to keep everyone indoors and away from the neighbors. Even if he was only renting, though, and even if the people next door had the cops on speed dial, Anthony didn't see how one person taking a few minutes alone in the cool evening breeze would hurt anything.
He stepped outside, the chill night air a pleasant smack in the face after the stultifying heat of Rodney's basement, and wandered away from the cheery light shining through each and every window out into the cool darkness. The silence felt like a soothing balm after so much loud music and shouted conversation, and Anthony realized he'd needed this little break for more than mere physical reasons. His senses had gotten overloaded after a whole evening spent in the crowded, overstimulating environment, and even a few minutes spent wandering down the hill at the back of the property refreshed him so much that he--
Anthony dipped out of sight of the house. And stopped dead, his shoulders slumping and his head drooping forward onto his chin as his eyelids fluttered shut.
A memory unfolded in his head, so clear and vivid that he didn't understand how he could have forgotten it so completely and totally until now. He remembered Lauren, holding court in the relative quiet of the kitchen to an audience of him and Julia about the myths and misconceptions regarding hypnosis. He'd assumed Julia's expressionless stare was an indication of the same skepticism that gripped him, right up until Lauren snapped her fingers and Julia started back to consciousness with a momentary bewilderment on her face that convinced him she absolutely wasn't faking it. The shock of it caught him so off-guard that...
Anthony sighed, his cock stiffening in his jeans as he recalled how easily Lauren's sultry voice insinuated itself into his startled mind, lulling him into trance under the pretext of reinducing Julia until they were both staring slack-jawed and vacant into each other's heavy-lidded eyes. She was a really talented hypnotist, he realized. He never knew how attractive that could be in a woman until Lauren caught and held him captivated in her spell like that.
She didn't keep him long, though. Not at a big crowded party, when anyone could wander in at any time looking for extra beers or snacks or just a friend they'd gotten separated from. She told Anthony she wanted a little more privacy, a comfortable and quiet place where the three of them could really get to know each other and she could demonstrate to them a little better exactly what hypnosis could do to a sufficiently suggestible individual. And Anthony's blissfully obedient brain popped up with a wonderful idea.
It was working so well, too. The moment Anthony knew he was completely alone, he went right back into the wonderful trance Lauren created for him, and now all he needed to do was stand there and... oh. Right. Of course. Anthony's hands drifted down to his fly, unzipping his pants and tugging his stiff, throbbing prick out of his boxers to stand straight out for him to stroke. It did exactly what Lauren told him it would do, lulling him even deeper into a state of mesmerized arousal that turned time into a meaningless background event. Anthony felt like he could stand here playing with his dick in the cool darkness all night long.