"Booth, table, or bar?" the waitress asked politely, voice raised over the background noise of classic rock and loud chatter behind her.
"Just the bar tonight, thanks," Meghan replied with a smile. The waitress gestured to an empty bar stool and Meghan hopped her small frame up on it, careful not to let her short skirt ride up. She crossed her short, toned legs for added protection and flashed a million watt smile and her baby-blue eyes at the bartender to get his attention.
"What'll it be, Blondie?" he asked, trying not to stare down her shirt.
"Margarita, please, open a tab too, I'll be staying for the show." He quickly returned with her drink and she thanked him before spinning around to do some people watching.
Megan was a junior at GMU, vice president of her sorority, and member of the cheer squad, so it was very rare for the social butterfly to be out alone on a Friday night, especially so far away from campus at a bar where most people looked ten years her senior, but Meghan loved nights like this.
About half a year ago Meghan and some friends went to a comedy club, (or was it a dive bar with a band? The night was so fuzzy...), for drinks on her best friend Gabby's 21st birthday. Somehow she had ended up separated from the other girls and ended up spending the next few hours exploring the city on her own. After that Meghan had decided on more "me time," and every month or two she would go out on the town to see where the night took her. One time she had even taken Gabby with her after she kept asking to go, and they had a perfectly fine evening, but Meghan decided she preferred those little moments to herself. When Meghan tried to explain herself the next day, Gabby was very understanding, and she herself had even started having her own solo adventures after that.
This afternoon she had been planning to go to the club with her friends when she got an ad on her phone for a hypnosis show across town. She decided to throw caution to the wind and make tonight one of her special nights. Most of her friends were upset she was bailing, but Gabby defended her and the others quickly moved on. So Meghan threw on a pair of heels, short black skirt, her favorite top, and an hour and a half later she found herself perched on a bar stool waiting for the show to start.
After 15 minutes and another margarita Meghan was feeling just a little buzzed as the music cut out and the curtain to a small stage rose up. A beautiful raven-haired girl walked out in a skimpy tuxedo suit, complete with black stockings that went all the way up a toned set of legs that even Meghan had to admire. Her appearance was met with applause and several wolf-whistles, and the woman chuckled as she raised her hands to quiet the crowd.
"Thank you, thank you, I appreciate the applause, but sadly I'm only a small portion of your entertainment tonight. My name is Angie and I am Mistress Ivy's assistant this lovely evening. Now I would like to remind you all, as stated on the door and in all promotional material, that this is an adult show, so if you aren't comfortable showing off some skin or getting VERY friendly with your neighbors, do not volunteer tonight, because for a susceptible few of you, you're about 25 minutes away from making my outfit look like the dress of a Mormon housewife in comparison," she finished, raising a laugh from the crowd.
"Noooo thank you," Meghan thought to herself, more than happy to sit on the sidelines and enjoy the show.
"And now, without further ado, allow me to introduce, your host for the evening, the enthralling Mistress Ivy!"
There was a strong applause as Angie pulled the curtain back further, and then the applause grew even louder as the room filled with more whistles and cat calls as Ivy strutted out on stage.
She was stunning. Vibrant red hair that fell in waves to the small of her back, bright red lipstick on her full lips, and eyes so green Meghan could see them clear as day from across the room. She wore a tiny tuxedo, almost identical to Angie, only hers was green with dark green stockings that went up to her luscious thighs where they connected by garters. A few buttons on her tuxedo were also straining against an impressive chest as her cleavage threatened to spill out. The woman exuded so much confidence and sensuality that Meghan wouldn't have been surprised if the only reason the buttons on her shirt hadn't busted open yet was because they were too intimidated to displease her.
"Thank you for that introduction, Angie," she said in a soft, low tone oozing with sensuality. "Before we begin tonight, like my beautiful assistant said, if you have no interest in the wondrous and potentially perverse things I'll lead you lucky few through tonight, then please remain seated and enjoy the show. If you are brave enough to join me, you do so of your own volition. Hypnosis, while powerful, can't make any of you do something you don't want to do, however," she said with a pause and a sly smile, "you'll be surprised at how badly I can make you want to do it." Her eyes met Meghan's through the crowd and she winked.
Meghan wasn't a lesbian, but her breath couldn't help but catch in her throat after that wink. Meghan blushed and looked up at the ceiling as she finished her drink. When she looked back over Ivy was finishing her chat about how hypnosis wasn't mind control as Angie rolled out a large object with a tarp on it.
"Thank you, my dear," Ivy said, patting Angie on the head, who blushed and curtsied at the praise, drawing more laughs. Ivy pulled the tarp off to reveal a large black and white disc.
"This big fella is how I will be entrancing many of you this evening," she said as Angie flipped a switch. The disc began spinning and the white parts began glowing as it got faster and faster. Meghan watched in amazement as the colors and lights blurred together and created a rapidly spinning spiral.
"As you sit in your chairs I want you to relax, take a few deep breaths. Embrace the end of the day, the end of a looooong work week, and enjoy letting go. Feel the stress and cares of the world fade away as you focus only on the spiral and my voice."
The rowdy crowd had rapidly grown silent as all eyes were on the disc, including Meghan's. As her stress left her, Meghan felt herself slowly leaning forward, one arm resting on the bar. Her eyes were getting tired and her body felt loose. A few moments later and her mouth was hanging open as she stared deeply into the center of the spiral.
"Deeper and deeper, the spiral fills your eyes as fast as my words fill your mind. You just want to relax and follow. You want me to guide you deeper, to guide you into the spiral itself."
Her voice was so powerful, yet so soothing and tender, it was like Ivy was speaking only to her. Meghan's head felt fuzzy and her body warm and light as she stared into the disc, losing track of her other senses. She could look into the spiral all night, endless and enthralling as it was, it was like Ivy truly was leading her inside it. She felt like she was floating, closer and closer to the spiral, it was all that she could see. Megan floated deeper and deeper, closer and closer to the swirling center, and then she heard fingers snap and the heaviness faded and she realized she actually was closer to the spiral.
There was a round of applause and she turned to see that she had ended up on stage, standing in front of the spiral and in between a muscular guy about her own age in a polo and shorts and a pretty blonde woman in a slinky black dress who looked to be in her early 40's. All three were disoriented, looking around in bewilderment.
"What happened?" the blonde woman asked groggily, trying to rub the sleep out of her eyes.
"What do you think happened, Ms...?" Mistress Ivy asked, standing in front of her.
"It's Claire, and uh, I was watching the spiral, then I felt so...so free, and then I woke up standing here," she said confused.
