Well, this was the place.
Rick fidgeted a bit at the doorbell. He'd gotten a match on the dating site he'd finally gotten around to signing up for - the first one in the week since he'd signed up. The girl had asked him to meet her at her apartment, so here he was. But he was nervous. So he fidgeted in place, making excuses for not doing anything in his head until he finally ran out, and rang the doorbell.
A lamia answered.
"Yes?"
No turning back now.
"H-hi! I'm Rick - I think we matched online - you said to meet you here? God, I hope I didn't get the address wrong. I got the memory of a goldfish sometimes."
He nervously chuckled. Wow. She was even prettier than he'd expected. Hopefully this was the place. He put his hand in his pocket. A nervous tic? Sure, but he'd always felt it made him look cool.
She turned back to the apartment.
"Clare, your date's here!"
Ah. Not her. Well, Clare'll probably be nice too.
"Oh, my bad. Should I come in, do you think, or just wait out here?"
He toyed with the collar on his Hawaiian shirt, trying to make sure it looked nice.
A Dark Elf appeared next.
"Ooh, Clare's gonna love this one."
Like he wasn't even there. A little humiliated to be talked about as if he wasn't there, but it was a compliment anyway. A bit of heat rose to Rick's cheeks as he looked around awkwardly.
"I've got a wicked idea," the Lamia told the Dark Elf.
She looked him dead in the eyes. Rick had no idea that she was trying to do anything with that look, but he was already avoiding eye contact out of sheer anxiety.
"Hey, could you...not stare at me like that? I don't mean to be rude, but between that and the wicked idea thing, you're freaking me out a little."
She wrapped her body around him, binding him, and held your head in place as her eyes turned into colorful spirals. Part of Joe wanted to resist. A large part. This was dangerous. He wasn't doing an excellent job at it though - particularly considering he'd fantasized about this exact scenario nearly ever since he'd come of age. He did manage to close one eye, which helped a little.
"W-wait. What are you going to do with me?"
"I'm making sure tonight is perfect for Clare. This is her first date since a bad break up. you want to have a good date with her right?"
Thankfully, the feeling of being insulted was enough to keep Joe awake at least a little longer, though it was a struggle to keep even just that one eye closed.
"Y-yes, but...who's to say I'm not g-good enough awake?"
He talked the talk about trying to resist, but he wasn't struggling against her coils even a little. The only struggle was an intense erection straining against his pants.
"I'm not putting you to sleep. I'm giving you hypnotic suggestions to make your date more fun. What's wrong with that? You'll do things she likes and enjoy it. Just let me help my friend."
Oh. Oh! Triggers to let his date play with him! That's...he hadn't fantasized about it, but couldn't deny that it sounded...really hot. He let his other eye open as soon as she finished explaining.
"Oh. Sorry, i assumed you were going to try and make me a totally mindless puppet or...something..."
He started to slur his words a bit, as all but one part of his body started to go limp in the lamia's coils.
"Sorry for trailing off there. Your eyes are just...really pretty..."
A moment later he was back standing in front of them with no memory of what happened or idea time as passed. Clare the Succubus arrived. Rick tugged at his shirt. Still a bit nervous, he checked his watch.
"Geez, where'd the time go? Coulda sworn I got here at 7:15, and now it's...ah, whatever. You're here, so I guess it doesn't matter."
The fantasy popped into his head that maybe he'd been hypnotized to forget, but he dropped it. There's no way that was it, clearly. Completely irrational explanation. He smiled at Clare.
"Ready to go?"
"Ready!"
Ready!
She hugged him tight. He had the sudden visceral fantasy of motorboating her massive beautiful breasts. Rick's face turned bright red, as he is suddenly completely erect.
Jeez. Maybe I've been alone too long. I need to get out more.
He smiled and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, before pulling away from the hug.
"L-let's get going, then!"
He gave Clare a timid smile.
Well, guess I ought to just pretend that didn't happen. It's a first date. I shouldn't be thinking of that stuff. Hell, I haven't even had sex - why am I thinking about it now of all times? It's so rare that I'm interested...
He gets a little lost in thought, which seems to calm him down from his fantasy.
As he got into your car he suddenly changed his mind and wanted Chinese food. He drove right to a little place he'd never seen before.
"Ooh this is my favorite place!" Clare cried.
He shrugged. He was basically always in the mood for Chinese anyway - hardly seemed out of the ordinary. And if it was his date's favorite place...well, he did want it to be a good date. She was pretty, and he'd been lonely a while, so having this date work out could be pretty nice.
"Perfect! Guess I lucked out choosing a restaurant."
Joe undid his seat-belt, got out and went around to the passenger's side to open Clare's door for her. He suddenly imagined her closing her bedroom door and locking it before tackling him onto the bed. Rick blushed again, but shook his head to clear the fantasy, attempting to hide his erection.
Man, what is with me today? I gotta focus. I can't make this a bad date just cause she's really attractive.
His face is still red, and will probably continue to be for a while. He held the car door open for Clare.
"R-ready when you are. Sorry, I think I'm just a little out of it tonight."
"No problem. "
Inside they ordered and took their seats. Rick smiled. Despite the two incidents earlier, things seemed to be going pretty well.
Just have to not fuck it up. I can do that. I can eat food and talk to someone without making a complete fool of myself, probably. Normal small talk. Shit, what do normal people talk fabout? Animation doesn't interest most people, so it's a no-go as a topic, so...
"What's your favorite movie?"
"Little Mermaid."
A brief fantasy of her being an animation nerd like him popped into his mind, but he cleared it out like the others, considering it even less likely than the sexual fantasies.
"Oh man, I love that movie! Poor Unfortunate Souls is one of my favorite disney songs, and the way Ursula is drawn is always so cool to look at. Her design-"
Mercifully, the food arrived just in time to stop Joe from going on a long tangent about character design.
"Jungle Book is a close second. I love how Kaa hypnotizes people. Sheila, my Lamia roommate, does it all the time."
Rick had to math that one out in his head. Eventually, between the strange fantasies and the missing time, he figured he'd ask.
"That's funny - I met her just before you came down. You don't think there's a chance she did that to me, do you?"
He didn't even know what answer he wanted out of that question.
"hard to say. you won't know until the end of the night."
Maybe she has memory come back the night after hypnosis usually? Well, whatever. If she's not worried, he wouldn't be.
"Huh, fair enough. If she made me forget, I'll have to ask her about that. Never been able to pull that one off - not for lack of trying."
Oh, shit. That wasn't something he should've said. He never told anyone he had any interest in hypnosis. He took a deep breath. Fine, whatever. If she didn't like him as he was, as a complete person, she wasn't going to like him at all.
"Can't walk that one back, so to answer your question - I dabble in hypnosis sometimes, yeah. It can be fun, so I get why she does it."
"Why we do it."
Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. Okay. Rick tried to hold it back, but a massive grin crept across his face, and he sighed with relief.
