It was getting late at the bar and I still hadn't found anyone to take home. My friends and I had a contest to see who was the best pick up artist. At the end of the month, we'd get together and watch videos of our conquests and rate each of the girls on a scale of -5 to +5. Then we'd average our votes, add up the score and see who won. So the contest wasn't just about quantity, but it was also about quality. The patrons were leaving and the only two women I had seen earlier had rebuffed me already. Well, in fairness, the woman I was interested in hadn't rebuffed me, but her ugly friend had seen through my game and put a real cock-block on me. I had tried to deflect her, but it was no use. Why did ugly women have to make it their life's mission to prevent their good-looking girlfriends from getting laid?
Just when I was ready to pack it in for the night, I saw Miss Ugly head to the restroom. I sprung into action, unsure of how much time I would have to run my game. "Hi," I said, approaching the beautiful, statuesque redhead for a second time. "I know your friend ran me off pretty good and if you want to tell me to get lost, that's fine, but I wanted to make one more attempt to get to know you while your bodyguard is gone."
She laughed and patted a stool for me to sit down. "She's really a good friend but she can also be a wet blanket. I think I need to get her laid so she'll lighten up."
"Whoa!" I said, pushing my stool away from her. "I like you a lot, but I'm not going to have sex with a random woman in a bar just because you asked me nicely."
She pretended to get mad at me and playfully slapped my thigh. "I did not ask you to have sex with my friend!"
"Okay, whatever you say," I laughed. "I mean, I'm not a prude and sex is an important part of my life, but I just don't hop into bed with women – unless I've hypnotized them, anyway."
"Hypnotism, huh," she scoffed.
"Yeah, I like to hypnotize people," I admitted.
"Does that even work?" she asked me.
"I'll say it does and I can prove it to you –" I cut myself off mid-sentence, seeing the ugly friend leave the restroom. I handed her a card with my name and number on it. "Look," I whispered in her ear, "I don't even know your name, but why don't you put your friend to bed for the night and give me a call and we can grab a drink."
"I don't know," she wavered.
"Well, it's up to you," I told her and I shook her hand and left.
Thirty minutes later, my phone was ringing.
"Hi Eric, this is Brenda – we met at the bar."
"Brenda," I told her, "that's a friendly name. So Brenda, do you want to grab a drink?"
"I'd love to, but I don't have a car."
"I can give you a ride," I told her. She hesitated and I could tell she didn't yet trust me enough to tell me where she lived. "Or look, if you don't want to tell me where you live, just tell me an intersection and I can be there in 15 minutes."
"Well, if you don't mind," she responded. "I can meet you at Levitt and Armitage in ten minutes."
"I'll be there," I told her.
We drove to a small neighborhood bar and shared a drink. She was a nursing student and she laughed easily. My discussion of hypnosis intrigued her.
"Can you really hypnotize someone?" she asked me. I insisted that I could. "I don't believe you!" she laughed. "And anyway, I've heard that even if you are hypnotized, you can't be made to do something you wouldn't do, anyway."
"Well, what kinds of things wouldn't you do?" I asked her.
"Well, I wouldn't sleep with a guy on a first date, I can tell you that!"
"Huh, I bet!" I scoffed.
"I wouldn't!" she insisted. We were on our second drink and our conversation was flowing easily. I was holding her hand and when I spoke to her, I leaned into her ear, stealing the occasional kiss.
"Well, there's a way to find out," I told her, smiling. She laughed. Twenty minutes later, we were leaving the bar and headed to my place.
I sat her on a couch, and had the lights low and some ambient music on softly. "Hypnotism is really about relaxation and, no I can't get you to do something you wouldn't normally do," I told her. She seemed to relax when I told her that. I jokingly added, "So I guess I'm kind of a fuck-up doing this on a first date – I should have waited until our second!"
She laughed and leaned forward and kissed me. "Ready?" I asked. She nodded.
I walked her through the hypnosis and gradually led her to a state of deep relaxation. "I'm going to count backward from ten," I told her. "And when I reach zero, you will place yourself entirely in my command." Her eyelids were low and her head sagged slightly, but I could make out a slight nod of her head. Slowly, I counted back to zero and then I paused.
"Brenda," I told her. "I want you to stand up and remove all of your clothing." Brenda rose from the chair and slowly removed her clothing. As she removed her bra, her pale, milky white breasts tumbled out and I could see faint traces of blue veins under the skin. As she stepped out of her pants and panties, I was delighted to see a full bush and trim, elegant legs.
