"Tell me, Baby, have you ever been hypnotized before?"
Lee could not answer. All he could do was stand there and gape like a moron. It wasn't his fault. No one could be expected to form coherent thought let alone speak when ambushed by a woman as sexy as her.
This encounter was not how Lee saw his night going. It was just another in a long line of nights that just sorta happened. It was like he was living a rerun. He was reliving the same nights he had been since taking this job as a pizza boy back in high school. No, this was worse than being stuck in a rerun, he decided. This was like his show had been cancelled and no one had bothered to tell him.
It was with that cheery thought he made his last delivery of the night to a private party in the backyard of 1211 Primrose Path. It surprised him that anyone here had ordered one of Mama Maglione's greasy little pies. Primrose Path was one of the wealthier enclaves in the city. It wasn't
the
richest but it didn't sink to the lows of upper middle class either. Though as he opened the unlocked back gate, as instructed, he saw not all the guests were all that fancy and well to do. The stoned college kids just a few years younger than himself were a prime example. They waved him over frantically, as if he couldn't guess by looking at them that they were his customers for the evening.
Feeling like a sore thumb in his uniform he decided not to stick around to sightsee any before leaving. The stoners had gathered around and blocked the path he had come in on so he had to find another way out. He was almost there and passing by a small huddle of gawking and chattering people when one of them asked him the question that snapped him out of his rerun haze.
"Tell me, Baby, have you ever been hypnotized before?"
Lee was sure she had spoken to someone else with that unplaceable but truly exotic and erotic accent. Curiosity got the better of him and he turned around to see what a woman with that voice could possibly look like. What met his eyes was far more than he could have ever possibly imagined. Her skin was a glorious shade of golden brown from her mixture of Middle Eastern and Cuban parentage. She stood there in her open-toed heels, lime green painted toes on full display, looking at him expectantly.
"I..."
Her breasts, a healthy 36E, forced their way out of her sequined blue cross strapped dress. The nipples were covered in sparkly white crystal shaped pasties. Her full lips were in a crooked little smile as her intense brown eyes bore into mine. She gave her long wavy brown hair a playful flip as she chuckled at my expression.
"Well?"
"I... have I what?"
She laughed again, stroking my face with her press on nails that matched the shade on her toes.
"Have you ever been hypnotized before?"
"N...no, I haven't."
"Would you like to be?"
"I don't...understand..."
She gave him a warm smile before kissing him on the cheek.
"My name's Toochi, Baby, what's yours?"
"Lee."
"Cute name for a cute boy. Well Lee, I am a hypnotist. I go up on stage and perform. I'm rather good at it if I do say so myself."
"I'm sure."
"Well, these men and women here don't believe what I do is real. They think it's all just an act. Can you believe that?"
"Um, no?"
"Well, I intend to prove them wrong. Can you help me do that, Lee?"
"I..."
"I'll make it worth your while."
"I don't think..."
She leaned in and gave him a playful little kiss on the mouth, sucking his lower lip a second before pulling away.
"So? Will you do it?"
Lee nodded dumbly.
"That's my good boy."
She took his hand and led him into the middle of the small crowd.
"Before we begin why don't we introduce you to this fine crowd here. Tell everyone your name."
"Lee."
"What do you do for a living, Lee?"
"I deliver pizza."
"Have we ever met before, Lee?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"I'd remember."
"Such a little charmer you are."
Standing behind me now, she placed her hands on his shoulders.
"My, you are very tense. A bit of stage fright mayhaps? Don't worry, Baby, Toochi will help you relax."
She began to knead and massage his shoulders. He moaned a little.
"That's it. Just close your eyes and let my magic fingers do all the work."
There were people all around, looking at him. He couldn't do that. Could he? Well... he
was
tired after a long shift. Her hands
did
feel good on his shoulders. Just a few seconds couldn't hurt. He felt his eyes close rather than will them to do so.
"Feels so good, doesn't it?"
"Uh huh."
"Feels so soothing, doesn't it?"
"Uh huh."
"Feels so relaxing, doesn't it?"
"Uh huh."
He could feel something change about the encounter. He didn't know what it was but he felt it.
"Did you have a bad day at work, Baby?"
"Uh huh."
"Long? Boring?"
"Uh huh."
"Poor thing. You must have been asleep on your feet coming here tonight."
"I was."
"Your poor widdle mind all muddled, ready for sleep but forced to stay awake. Isn't that right?"
"That's right."
"Open your eyes."
He did so, only to find hers covering his field of vision. He felt her grab his head and slam his mouth onto his for a long probing kiss. Her thumbs pinched his nose shut, cutting off all his air. It was too much. The shock of her seeing her eyes so close, the lack of oxygen, he was getting so lightheaded, so weak. When she let go, he fell to his knees in front of her, his eyes were level with her breasts. Her pasties sparkled in a strange light. Had he had a clearer head he would have seen she was shining her phone's flashlight onto them. Alas, he was not and could barely think at all.
Little rainbows seemed to shoot from the pasties' prisms. As they combined with the small bursts of light from the flashlight's beam Lee found it harder and harder to focus on anything that was going on. He wanted to close his eyes so badly but couldn't bring himself to do it. He had to find something to latch onto.
"Lee? Can you hear me?"
That voice. Yes, he could focus on that voice. That would help.
"Yes?"
"You're a little overwhelmed right now, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"You need a little help, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Then listen to Toochi. Let me help you. Can you do that? Can you trust your Toochi completely?"
"Yes."
"That's my good boy. Let's get rid of some of the clutter in that cute little head of yours. Why don't you just look at
one
of my big ol' boobies? Put all your focus on the right one here. There, isn't that better?"
"It is."
"Isn't my pasty beautiful?"
"It is."
"See how the lights dance off it. See how it shines. See the rainbows it produces."
"I see it."
"Let it fill your eye. There is nothing else but my pastie. Can you do that?"
"Yes."
"Say 'Yes Toochi', understand?"
"Yes Toochi."
"That's my good boy."
"Focus on the jewel in the middle. It's covering my nipple. I think it might be a little see-through. Is it? Can you see it?"
"No, Toochi."
"Are you sure? Look as close as you can. Put your whole being into it. Your muddled thoughts are getting in the way. Put all your thoughts into the gem. Pour them out, so that you may see the truth."
"Yes, Toochi."
"That's it. Feel your mind empty. With every passing second more and more of your mind leaves you. It makes you feel so light, so free. Your mind gets emptier, emptier, emptier... you feel your mind fading away. Your thoughts are going... going... gone. Your mind is empty now. Your mind is nice and empty for your Toochi to fill. Isn't that right, Lee?"
