Paul giving up on finding work in his field decided to go home to Colorado, his parents had died while he was finishing his doctorate in psychology, and the will had left him the family lodge deep in the mountains next to a lake.
He had spent all of his school money looking for a position on the east coast.
He thought with as many nuts there were in New York City alone he should have no problem.
So he thought, maybe he was very wrong.
He found out that one out of every three hundred in his field would find work.
Nice to know now he thought.
His particular branch of psychology was hypnotherapy and psychoanalysis.
To make money he had developed a nightclub show doing Hypnosis, it paid the bills and gave him a few laughs.
The last of his gas got him to the western side of Kansas, he stopped at a large hotel and got a room with his credit on his card.
He found the manager.
I see your entertainer for this weekend canceled on you, I do a comedy show, and if I can get my room and food, and a full tank of gas so I can get to Colorado I'd be very happy.
The manager said let's see this show, Paul said I need two or three volunteers.
The manager looked at him like he was crazy but called two waiters, and a guy from the bar.
As they came over Paul described his show and asked if they would mind allowing him to demonstrate to the manager.
The guy from the bar was one of those types if I do not understand it, it is fake.
The waitress and the busboy said sure it would be fun.
Paul sat them down and tranced them all in less than a minute.
The manager said that proves nothing.
Well, ask him a question you know he would lie about, and I will have him tell you only the truth.
He still did not believe that would be a real test.
He hated doing this type of proof, it would take a much deeper trance than he was in, to do it, he whispered in his ear for about ten minutes, and stood up. Ok, he is ready.
He said you will feel nothing in your arm any sensation will be pleasant to you.
Do you understand?
The big guy nodded his head, Paul said ok then.
He found a straight pin on the desk and using his lighter sterilized it.
Saying to him, you will feel nothing.
And stabbed his arm.
He did not even blink as he did it.
Just to prove that was real he had the manager pull it out before waking the big guy.
The manager was impressed and said you're hired, but none of that shit on my stage.
No problem, shaking his hand.
The busboy and waitress, Paul gave them a suggestion to have them brag how cool it was and say, you got to go to his show to everyone they meet. The waitress was a very pretty girl, very shapely, she would be perfect on stage with him he gave her the suggestion You will be here tomorrow and always be close to help me.
The next night the place was mostly filled, this is good he thought.
He did the standard gags the crowd loved the show and the tip jar was over full when the show was over. He had the waitress be a ballerina twirling everywhere he went.
The busboy is singing.
All three nights he packed the house, the manager asked him to stay one more weekend and he would pay for his food and room plus 1/2 of the door.
Paul figured he made about $5000 that weekend so half of that would take him home easily.
He planned a better show for the next weekend.
He pre-tranced the waitress so she would go straight into an extremely deep trance when he snapped his fingers.
He found out her name was Millie she was a very pretty and busty girl, but painfully shy and had never done anything like this and she loved how it made her feel.
After practicing for the show, she would hand around and beg him to trance her and let her see fictional places.
He did it, thinking it was fair payment for her help.
She was getting easier to trance and she was going much deeper and faster by the end of the week.
The shows were all standing room only, he did mass trancing of the crowd and suggested they tip heavy.
It was Sunday night Millie came to his room after she got off of work, she had taken some time tonight to add some makeup and brush her long red hair, she had it in braids all day so it would have kinky waves in it, and she was wearing tight jeans and a very tight tube top, showing off her large firm breasts.
She knocked on the door, saying hello Mr. Paul, I dressed up for you, she blushed.
Well, come in, you look very nice Millie.
She turned very red, saying guys around here make fun of my boobs.
They say I got a boob job, well I didn't, my mom had bigger ones than me.
She said, but they are as firm as fake ones, she cupped one and lifted it, saying see.
Very nice Millie, so what brings you here tonight, you know I'm leaving early tomorrow.
Yes, she said, about that, she blushed.
I like you, you are really smart and you're nice.
I'd like to go with you to that mountain place you have.
I've never seen the real mountains, only pictures.
And would you trance me one more time?
I love how I feel when you do, I will miss it when you go.
He snapped his fingers and she dropped into an extremely deep trance.
He had her see the mountains and smell the air.
She giggled like a little kid as she thought she was splashing in a creek.
But it was getting late, and he needed to sleep.
He tried to wake her, but she refused to wake up.
Again he did, the more she tried the deeper she went.
It took an hour to wake her, she had a blank look on her face when she did wake.
Millie, he said, I'm leaving tomorrow and you need to go, so good night and I've enjoyed trancing you.
Good night and he walked her to the door and closed it, saying that was odd.
The alarm was set for 4 AM, he grabbed a container of coffee and got a sixpack of pop and some snack food.
He had already filled his car so it was straight off to the highway.
Four o'clock became five, and five became noon, the road endlessly stretched out in front of him. He recorded some trances, which he sold, online for the hypno-junkies, as he drove, they went for a hundred bucks each, he started the recorder to make yet one more. This one was a special order, a so-called hypnotist needed a sound file for a submissive girl, to bond her to him.
It was nearly dusk when he stopped for gas, his third stop for fuel, he was close to more than halfway home.
When he got back to the car there was Millie in the front seat.
He opened the door she did not move.
As he sat he said, Millie, what are you doing here?
She did not move, Paul shook her, and she still had a blank look on her face. He said, Millie, what the hell?
Then it hit him, two tanks of gas ago he started the submissive audio tracks he was contracted to do.
And Millie must have slipped into his car before he left.
And, it came to him.
When he had finished a few of the early tracks he remembered he needed to do the five trances of the contract he had gotten. As he remembered he snapped his fingers, Millie heard that snap knowing it was him doing it, and dropped even deeper that she might have been from listening to him record the first tracks.
He thought back, how many times did he proofread and edit them, five times, eight times?
So, she had been ultra-deep for 12 hours and took in every syllable of the submission and bonding tracks he just made.