Amber was in a bad mood. She'd assumed her first Spring Break would be filled with excitement, adventure, really wild times and loads of hot, wild sex with attractive people. But instead, it had been nothing but fending off doughy, drunken frat-boys, buying over-priced food and over-priced drinks while staying at an over-priced hotel, and dealing with shallow girls who seemed perfectly happy to shake their boobs for the 'Girls Gone Wild' camera crews that Amber, personally, had threatened to sue, mace, and have arrested, not necessarily in that order. She hadn't met anyone she wanted to sleep with the whole time she was there, she was stuck in an airport in Detroit for two hours waiting for her connecting flight, and her MP3 player had died twenty minutes ago and she was too broke to even buy batteries. So she sat there in the departure lounge, idly working a half-finished sudoku book she'd found on the seat next to her and wishing for something...more. She didn't know what "more" entailed, but after the last week, she knew exactly what it didn't mean.
The couple who sat down next to her looked happy, at least. They were a little too "public display", perhaps, but then again, the guy wasn't half-bad looking in a geeky way...neither was the girl, for that matter. Not that Amber had ever...well, she'd thought about it, but she'd never acted on it. She'd thought that maybe during Spring Break...but she'd thought a lot of things about Spring Break, and they'd all turned out to be busts.
"I'm so glad this worked out, Thea," the guy said. Amber didn't mean to overhear, of course, but she hadn't bothered to take off her headphones, so they probably thought she couldn't hear them over the music. They didn't realize that she could hear them just fine from here, and it wasn't like it mattered. Average couple, average discussion, average day. Which was better than hers. She realized she'd filled in a '1' twice in the same column, and turned the page angrily. "I know we won't have long, but it's just so nice to see you in person."
"I know," Thea said, leaning in and giving him a big hug. "I was just so glad to have a layover here, even if it was just for a few hours. It's been too long, James, and I've missed you a lot...down." Amber looked up from the sudoku for a moment, puzzled. Down? Down where? But all she saw was the guy, James, hugging her with his eyes closed and a big smile on his face. The sort of thing you saw all the time in airports, people saying hello or good-bye. "That's right," Thea said, "just keep sinking down, deeper and deeper, every moment going further into trance..."
Trance? What was going on here? Amber remembered some of the utterly lame entertainments in Daytona Beach, the stage hypnotist who managed to make the frat-boys act like idiots on stage. Big achievement, she'd thought at the time. She hadn't believed anything was happening other than drunken jerks losing their inhibitions due to the environment. But watching James, the way he just sagged into this girl like his muscles had turned to water, the blissed-out smile on his face...
Amber realized she was staring a little, and looked back down at her sudoku book, suddenly feeling like she'd interrupted something intimate. Luckily, Thea was facing away from her, and James...well, he didn't look like he was noticing much at all. "And in a moment, James," Thea continued, "you're going to be able to sit up, and just go into an eyes-open trance. You know you can do that, you've done it so many times before. You'll just sit there, letting your eyes focus on anything you want, staying deep in trance and listening to my voice. The other people around us will think that we're just another couple, just being friendly, but you'll know you're my deeply hypnotized tranceslut, and that's going to feel so good...sit up now, James."
Amber couldn't stop herself from stealing little glances, now. This was some...wow, this was some seriously weird shit. She'd be telling her friends about this. James was just looking straight ahead, his eyes glassy and unfocused, and Thea was leaning up against him, just sort of looking cuddly and happy, but Amber could hear every word she was saying. "It feels so good, obeying, doesn't it, James?" James just sort of nodded. Amber wondered if he could even talk when he was like this. "Yes, because you know you're deeply hypnotized now, deeply obedient, and you're obeying so well, you're such a good boy. My good boy."
"...Your good boy..." Amber shivered just a little to hear the way he said that. It was a sort of vacant monotone, like you heard people do in cheesy horror movies when they'd been 'hypnotized', but he put so much sincerity into it, and there was this undertone in his voice, this feel like...like he was happy. Like he was happier than he'd ever been in his life. Amber couldn't see from this angle, but she'd bet he had a serious woody.
"That's right, so good, and obedience is pleasure..." Thea's voice was throaty and purring. Amber imagined that it would have those frat-boys doing whatever she wanted. "And you just feel so nice, sitting here, drifting into trance, sinking down, held firmly in my voice, sleeping in my will, it feels so relaxing..." Amber could actually hear James breathe, now, deep, soft, sighing breaths that made it sound like just inhaling and exhaling was the happiest experience in his life. She kept her eyes firmly focused on the sudoku book, not daring to look up at them for fear that they'd somehow realize she could hear them. Because she didn't want them to stop. She wanted to keep listening.
"And every time you hear my voice, James, you know that everything I say makes so much sense to you." This was the hottest thing Amber had ever imagined...no, this was something Amber had never imagined. She just kept staring at the center square of the sudoku puzzle, the blank space in the middle, trying not to betray how turned on she was getting listening to this kinky shit going on in the middle of a public place, and nobody knew it but her, and Thea, and James... "Everything my voice says, you know it feels so good, you know you must do as my voice commands. My voice commands you to sink into a deep trance, and you know you must obey." Amber just kept focusing on the blank square, kept listening, and she was amazed to notice that her breathing somehow perfectly synched up with James' slow, easy breaths. It was almost like magic.
