Party Girl Ch 02 3

Party Girl

Chapter 2

The next morning Sandy had a plan. However, she still didn't yet know enough about Eugene. What if she'd been lusting over a gay man or more likely one whose been hiding a girlfriend. She'd have to gently bring the topic around to sex. She'd prepared a few ways she could introduce sex into the conversation. It was a warm day in Lexington, the small suburb of Boston, and Sandy could see that reflected in Eugene's attire, he'd gotten more comfortable his clothing less formal. He'd gone from slacks and polo shirt to a pair of long shorts and a compression shirt that hugged his upper body like a second skin, showing off his muscular abs and chest. Years of playing basketball at the college level showed. Sandy hadn't prepared herself to see so much more of him. It made her lightheaded and aroused. She tried not to stare knowing that if she did she would seek and find the outline of his cock.

"I hope it's okay Doc, that I'm a little more casual today, I mean my attire. It's hard to find clothes in my size, nice ones. Shorts and shirts are easier."

He smiled hoping that it wouldn't be a problem. He quickly added that he'd ordered some things online, but they hadn't arrived yet.

"Of course,"

she replied, never realizing, and scolding herself, the problem it would be for such a large person to find clothing. She reassured him that it wasn't a problem. He continued, telling her that larger clothes cost more in addition to being harder to find. That made sense, she thought. It was another burden student athletes struggled with. She made some notes on her iPad before steering the conversation to his sexual preference.

She began by asking if he had any significant relationships, best friends, girlfriends, boyfriends, regular groups of friends that he hung out with? She was caught off guard when she heard him laughing.

"Boyfriends? Doc do you think I'm gay? No, Doc. I'm not gay. I have a few friends. My closest friends are back home in Gary... Indiana. I have a few friends back in Lincoln. I don't have any friends here. Not real friends, more like acquaintances. My agent is trying to be my friend."

He stopped, that was another issue, but he wasn't ready to go there.

Not taking the bait, Sandy continued,

"...And any girlfriends?"

He smiled.

"Well...sort of. Katrina, Kat. She's the best. But she'd not interested in all the hoopla surrounding the NBA, and the fuss my signing has become. She doesn't like being in the spotlight. It isn't her thing."

"Yes!"

she yelled inside, trying hard to keep her face neutral. Hearing only that he wasn't gay and that he did like girls, the girlfriend didn't matter, at least not immediately.

"How does that make you feel?"

Sandy asked trying to remain professional, putting her patient first.

"I don't know. I really like her, Katrina's sweet and we talk about everything. We mess around a little bit, but it's more about her intellect and how we complement each other. I like the way she thinks. I have to be honest Doc I miss her. I feel badly that's she's not around. She isn't just a fuckbuddy. Pardon my language. But I think she may be the one."

Sandy let that hang in the air for a bit. That could complicate things for her, then she had another thought and asked.

"So, you two are exclusive, no sex with others."

"Well...Kat's pretty conservative when it comes to sex. She's into only one guy at a time and she's not had that many boyfriends."

"And you?"

Dr. Mills asked looking up from her i-Pad.

"Well, Doc every girl seems to want me. Even you. I can see it. I know the look. But I'm pretty selective. I've had one or two on the side, but none are like Kat. She's the real deal. Now, here in Boston, there's no one special. I'm trying to stay focused."

"And does she know that you are fucking around on her, pardon my language."

That came out much harsher than she intended. She was annoyed. If a woman had men on the side she'd be considered a slut, but men, her mind was beginning to wander. This was becoming personal for her, and she became offended.

"She knows. She doesn't like it. We discuss it occasionally, but she gets it. And since she's not into the spotlight and all this celebrity stuff, she tolerates it. If we were to commit, I'd probably stop, and we've be exclusive."

Sandy thought that she could work with this. The alarm sounded ending their first two-hour session and as before Eugene left to grab some lunch and Sandy watched him, this time seeing the outline of his flaccid cock in his shorts. He was fucking with her. He knew she was attracted to him. And she knew she could fuck him if she wanted to. She did want to, but that would be unethical and could get her fired. She could lose her license. She'd have to play it cool and play hard to get. It would be tough; she'd have to pretend to be uninterested. That wouldn't be difficult, but it was necessary if she were to ever gain the upper hand.

The next several days were about the same. Sandy learned that Eugene's anxiety wasn't from a lack of confidence on the court, but from not having a confidant he felt comfortable talking to on a regular basis. There was the stress, too, of being drafted by the Boston Celtics, one of the leagues great NBA teams, in a city where basketball was a religion. There were high expectations, and he was unfairly being compared to the NBA legend, Bill Russell.

They agreed that she would work on that with him using hypnosis and other techniques she'd perfected that would help him to cope with his anxieties. After a few days she was beginning to see results. It was working. She helped him to focus on what he wanted and what was important. The Celtics were just the first step on a long road. To be the first player to play three major sports in a single year was a lofty goal. What remained most important was that he have fun while playing the game. The NBA Summer League was to begin July 6

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in Las Vegas and Darius or DC as his teammates were calling him, would be ready. Dr. North, the coach and general manager of the Celtics were pleased with the way Darius was responding to his treatment. Whatever Dr. Mills was doing was working and they encouraged her to continue. The league insisted that Sandy attend the Summer League, and all her expenses would be paid. If Darius developed just half of his potential he could become the new face of the NBA. Sandy had never been to "Sin City" and was excited to learn what all the fuss was about.

As for Sandy and Eugene, they played cat and mouse, flirting a little but keeping it strictly business and professional. Sandy was confident that she could have him whenever she wanted. But not until after the eleven-day Summer League concluded. There would be plenty of time for hanky-panky later.

As the tournament began Darius didn't disappoint. All thirty teams were represented and if anything, the coaching staff asked Darius to play at only half of his dominance and that was plenty. His team would go undefeated through the contest. Darius had played so well that his minutes were shortened in the last few games to avoid any possible injuries. He'd provide big leads, and his teammates were called on to hold or increase those leads. They all did their jobs.

After accepting the winner's trophy there was a banquet and party, Darius surprised everyone when he arrived with Katrina Saunders on his arm. He'd flown her in the night before and introduced her as his college girlfriend. She'd be spending the next few days with him in Las Vegas. That came as no surprise. After the tournament most players and coaches did the same, bringing their families to Las Vegas as a little vacation before the rigors of preparing for the season began in earnest. The 2022-2023 Season was scheduled to begin October 24th.

When Eugene introduced Sandy to Katrina, the two women smiled cordially and laughed at Eugene's jokes as they silently sized each other up. When Katrina asked Eugene to get her a drink, he obediently complied, then the gloves came off.

"So, you're the shrink. I know you're going to fuck him. But that's all its ever going to be. Eugene is mine."

"Very direct. I like that."

Sandy said.

"And what makes you think that we're going to fuck?"

"You all want him. You "white women" especially, don't get me started. Do you think you are the first? He'll fuck you for a while. But he'll soon get tired of you, and he'll return to me. You see we have something you'll never have."

Sparring with the girlfriend in public wasn't a good look. But she couldn't let her have the last word.

"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you. I'm his psychologist not his fuckbuddy, nor do I want to be,"

she lied.

"My job is to make sure his head is on straight and to make certain the Boston Celtic's asset is ready to play."

"Is that all he is to you, an asset? You may say so now, but I know different. Back off now or I'll have to cut you."

She said with a polite smile just as Eugene returned with two non-alcoholic beverages, one for each of his women. Sandy refused and excused herself.

"Did I miss something?"

Eugene asked as he admired Sandy's flat ass as she sashayed away in her tight-fitting formal dress.

Sandy knew a threat when she heard one. Katrina wasn't bluffing. She'd heard Black women can be vicious. Nevertheless, she had done some research on Miss Katrina Saunders, a grad student at University of Nebraska (UNL) majoring in psychology, what a coincidence. Continuing to mingle through the party, Sandy refreshed her Cosmopolitan, while keeping a close eye on the couple, carefully keeping a safe distance.

Sandy had a plan. Katrina's unwillingness to be in the spotlight, preferring to spend her time alone would be easy for Sandy to manipulate through hypnosis. She'd begun weeks ago, sending her anonymously a fake article entitled

"Seven Ways to Overcome Hypnosis".

She knew Katrina would read it. She used numerous citations from books and authors Katrina would be familiar with and who's opinions she'd respect. She'd fall victim to the false conclusions of the article.

Although the tournament had ended, the work of marketing young players began in earnest. There were several meetings, and more parties planned during the week. One of the most important would be the next night. Failing to attend would be looked upon unfavorably. The sponsors of the major shoe, apparel and beverage companies would be there looking to sign young athletes to become the face of their products. Darius would be foolish not to attend, his agent reminded him, continuously.

As the recipient of the Summer League's MVP award, his agent had made certain he'd been invited to all the parties. Eugene agreed to attend, he'd have Katrina in tow and promised not to stay long at any of them. They were honest with each other; she knew her aloofness could blow his chances with many of the sponsors. If she could just relax and have a little fun at these parties, it would make all the difference. Katrina was beautiful, smart, and acute; it was difficult for her to let slide the subtle insults and cultural gaffs white people made in their clumsy attempts to socialize with black people. It was the only time that Eugene had ever seen Katrina be aggressive and demand to know what an awkward comment was supposed to mean.

Acting on a post hypnotic suggestion Sandy had planted weeks earlier, Eugene insisted that she see Sandy about this problem. As a psychologist she'd be able to help his girlfriend to relax. It would be safe. No one wanted to ruin Eugene's chance to earn a little extra money through product endorsements.

Monday evening just after six, Sandy wasn't surprised to find Eugene and Katrina knocking on the door of her suite. She let them in, and Eugene explained what Sandy already knew. Although apprehensive Katrina felt safe in the spider's lair with Eugene at her side. Bolstered by the fact that she was a psych major and learned how to combat hypnosis both in her classes and a recent article. Katrina had a few tricks she could use to prevent unwanted hypnotic suggestions from being planted.

Sandy explained that she was familiar with the awkwardness of social gatherings and told Katrina she could help. She asked Katrina to relax on the couch and walked Eugene to an overstuffed chair a few feet away where he could keep guard over his girlfriend. It didn't take long for Sandy to put Katrina under. It turned out that she was a very good subject, and those tricks she'd learned from the article had the opposite effect. Katrina was now Sandy's to play with and remake her personality as she desired.

"Katrina I want you to be completely honest with me, do you understand?"

Katrina nodded her head. And Sandy asked,

"How do you feel?"

"I feel safe with Eugene here. But I don't trust you."

"Why don't you trust me?"

"Because you are after my man. Eugene is mine and you are trying to take him away from me."

"Why do you think that? What have I done to make you suspect that I'm trying to steal him from you?

"Well...nothing, that I know about. But I see the way you look at him. I have a good sense about these things, and I know what I know."

Meanwhile, Eugene sat still in his seat and in a deep relaxing trance. Sandy had conditioned him well over the last several weeks. She put him under with a single word as she walked him to the overstuffed chair and Katrina suspected nothing.

"The truth is Katrina that I'm really interested in you. Does that surprise you?"

"What do you mean interested in me?"

"Don't be coy. You know exactly what I mean. Have you ever been with another woman?"

Sandy waited.

"There it is that look. You've either enjoyed the pleasure only one woman can give to another, or you've given it serious thought. Am I right?"

Katrina was busted. She had to admit the truth. A week after Eugene had left for Boston, she and one of her girlfriends got wasted on some primo weed and cheap booze and made out. They kissed and fondled; arousing feelings Katrina didn't know she had. She didn't remember how far they'd gone. She'd passed out from all the wine. The next morning, she awoke, next to her naked girlfriend, she was clothed only in her panties. She had a funny taste in her mouth. She dismissed the dry mouth attributing to all the scotch she'd drunk. They didn't talk about it.

"Don't be naïve, you know what that taste was, and you want to taste it again, don't you."

Katrina nodded, blushing that she was sharing such a secret with Sandy. It had been naughty, but innocent. She wondered what would have happened had she not passed out. She remembered how they teased each other as they removed their shirts and bras and how they compared their breasts. Her girlfriend's small cone shaped perky B cups and Katrina's D cups. Sandy said something to her, and now she could actually see the smaller dark brown breasts and remembered playing with their tiny nipples. She remembered the way it made her feel touching another woman that way and sucking on her erect nipples.

"You've been thinking about having sex with women a lot haven't you? It's okay. Eugene won't mind. In fact, I think he'd like it if his girlfriend was into sex with other women."

"Really,"

Katrina asked surprised.

"Of course. What man wouldn't like a chance to be with two women at one time? You'd share Eugene with me wouldn't you, Katrina?"

"I don't know about this,"

Katrina frowned rejecting the suggestion. The fact that she'd been with her girlfriend and the unusual taste made her wonder if she'd really taken a bite of the forbidden fruit. She didn't know for sure. But sharing Eugene with Sandy, that wasn't going to happen.

Realizing that she may have moved too soon Sandy decided to switch tactics and keep Katrina off balance. She sat up straight and crossed her legs.

"I think it's time you show me what you've been hiding behind that lovely outfit of yours. Stand up and undress for me. Pretend there's a slow sexy jazz tune on the radio and strip."

She hesitated; Sandy was going to help her relax at parties, people danced at parties. She reasoned.

"Come on Katrina, it will be fun. You like to dance; it will be like you're with your girlfriend."

Katrina smiled; she did love dancing. She'd taken many modern dance classes and was a very talented dancer.

"What's the harm,"

she thought.

Getting to her feet she began to sway in time with the tune in her mind as she began unbuttoning her colorful silk blouse, letting it fall to the floor when she was done. Sandy was jealous of the well-endowed Katrina. Seeing how easily she filled her D cups, Sandy guessed. Her bra held them closely creating cleavage she could only imagine. When Katrina removed her bra, her tits didn't fall out as much as spring forward defying gravity. Sandy had to admired her taste in lingerie, the silk bra was pretty with plenty of lace and bows to go along with the teal triangles on each side. Katrina swayed her hips back and forth and as if by magic her pillowy pants fell to the floor revealing scant silk black panties with similar lacy, bows and teal patterns.

Watching Katrina dance had its own hypnotic effect on Sandy, taking her back to when she found herself in a similar situation. She couldn't admit how true it was when she said she was interested in Katrina. Years ago, it was she who was being controlled. Her subconscious mind had been working overtime, recreating this similar situations but for very different reasons.

It was only ten years ago, when an openly lesbian professor, had taken a liking to Sandy. Forever changing the direction of her life. When Sandy rejected her advances, Dr. Karen Martin appeared to have taken the message, only to secretly plan the seduction of Sandy through the use of hypnosis.

Slowly over many weeks she turned the unsuspecting young woman into questioning her sexuality and finally believing she too was gay. It started out innocently, as Sandy recalled. At first she became more aware of the women around her, finding something to like about each. That evolved into admiring a particular physical characteristic, such as the daintiness of their feet or hands, the dimples on their face, the size of their breasts, or the way they walked as they entered a room. It soon escalated to imagine her favorite professors or fellow students naked, it made her feel naughty. From there it was an easy step for her to begin lusting for any one of a half dozen women and what it would be like with them. That's when she finally admitted that she, too must be gay. She needed only to find her first lesbian lover. Which led her to Professor Martin, just as she'd planned.

For months Sandy accepted all the lies of her conditioning. Karen revealed to her all the ways of sapphic love. For more than six months the ruse continued, and Sandy played all the roles she was given as Karen continued reinforcing her hypnotic control eventually making Sandy her plaything. Sandy didn't remember how it was all exposed, it must have been so traumatic her mind blocked it. Somehow someone came to her rescue. Dr. Karen Martin was arrested, tried, convicted, and sent to the low security North Central Correctional Institution of Massachusetts. While Sandy spent years in recovery, she never truly got over the ordeal. She still felt many of those yearnings despite all of the therapy. In an effort to move past it all, recklessly she decided to hide her embarrassment, and pain. She told all her therapists what they wanted to hear, while she concentrated on her goal getting her PhD. Today, despite her best intentions, Sandy was in a full relapse, and she hadn't a clue.