This is a continuation of the journey and exploits of Steve "The Hypnotist." You don't have to have read the other sections of "The Harem", but it might help you understand how Steve got to this stage and understand some of the other characters.
As always, thanks to my editor and punctuation guru Marripetx.
The Harem's Founding Members Part 1
As he was lying in bed, Susan's words were still ringing in his ears. "You know, Steve, with that skill of yours, you could have an entire harem of married women at your beck and call."
He wondered if it were true and how he would go about it. He was sure he could have Carol and Susan anytime he wanted. What about their husbands? What if they got caught? He didn't want to be responsible for breaking up marriages.
However, he had a thirst for sex, like a man crossing the desert needs water. He had to have a game plan. He was a coach after all, game plans were in his wheelhouse.
He wanted to not only satisfy his needs, but the sexual needs of everyone if this were to work like he envisioned.
Steve went to the University library, not exactly sure what he was looking for, but he always seemed to get inspired walking among the stacks and stacks of old books.
When he entered the library, he heard a familiar voice from behind the checkout desk, "Hi Coach, what are you looking for today?" asked the assistant librarian, Joan.
"Just browsing today, but where do you keep the really, really old history books?" he asked. He wasn't even sure why he asked about history, although he had always been a fan of studying the past, especially the Roman Empire.
"On the first floor, you can take the elevator or go through that door over there and walk down three floors. Let me go with you, maybe you can help me find what I'm looking for."
Steve was confused for a minute. Did she just say, "help her find what she's looking for?" It must have been a slip of the tongue.
"Sure, if I'm not taking you away from your duties here?" he asked.
"Not at all, I enjoy getting out from behind the desk, plus we have plenty of work-study people here to help. Follow me."
Steve couldn't help but notice Joan looked like every librarian he had read about in the
Penthouse Forum Letters
when he was a teenager. She wasn't very tall even in her heels. She had a nice body that was outlined by the conservative blue skirt that covered her knees. She was also wearing an oversized sweater, but he was sure she had at least a 34-inch chest. Her red hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and all that was missing were the obligatory tortoise-shell glasses.
"Coach, we keep our really old history books down here on the first floor in this special climate-controlled room," she said.
"Great. I guess no one comes down here much do they?" he asked.
"No, I think you are the first person to come down here in some time."
"Interesting, doing things out of the ordinary are not below me," he said. He inserted that last part based on an article he read about hypnotic conversations. The article said if you say certain phrases quickly, like "below me" to the other person's subconscious it can be interpreted as 'blow me."
"Here we are," she said, opening a large brown wooden door.
"Is this the original door?" he asked. He was admiring the craftsmanship and the large metal hinges. It reminded him of something from the middle- ages.
"Yes, it is. You have a good eye, Coach. This was the original part of the library built in the 1700s. This door was brought over from England. It's rumored to be from the 1400s, but there is no definite proof." she said, smiling.
She was leading him through some of the stacks and stacks of books when one in particular caught his eye. It was a book with a decorative leather cover. It was clearly hand crafted with old brass clasps to keep it closed. It had no title, so he opened the clasps to take a better look.
"What did you find?" Joan asked.
"I'm not sure yet," he answered as he carefully opened the old book.
"Dominance and Submission in the 15th Century."
Interesting title
, he thought as he read the next part out loud.
"All through the ages, men have used their dominance to take what they wanted, land, money, women, whatever they desired."
"Oh my, that is an intriguing book," Joan said.
"And not just limited to the 15
th
Century," he added.
Steve placed the book on the table so they both could take a closer look as he thumbed through the pages. He stopped at an illustration depicting a woman on her knees in front of a man. He stopped turning the pages, allowing Joan to take in the full sight of the image, letting it sink into her brain.
He could sense the sexual tension rising between them. Her sweater was no longer able to conceal her excitement as her nipples were fully erect. He turned to face her and looked into her eager eyes. She pushed her chest towards him, placing her hands behind her. Signaling to him that she was willing to submit to his desires.
He leaned in and kissed her lips. Her chest was pressed firmly against his body.
He pressed his body up against hers. Joan felt the outline of him through his pants. She knew what he wanted. It's why he stopped at that image in the book.
