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(Part 2 of 3; see the introduction to Part 1 for content codes &
disclaimers.)













ii

Patty's smile lit up the lobby of the stuffy 
Alexandria law firm.  Eric noticed it immediately.  
"You look relaxed," he remarked, taking her small 
suitcase and leading her out to his car.

Patty waited until they were out of the lobby before 
responding.  "I've been getting plenty of rest," she 
told him.  "A lot more than your CD player has.  I 
should probably buy you some fresh batteries."

"Not to worry," he replied, unlocking the door for 
her.  "They're rechargeable."

The car eased out into traffic.  "So," Eric opened, 
"it sounds as though you tried out a few of the tracks 
on the CD."  And looks it, he thought to himself, 
remembering the relaxed, well-laid smile she'd flashed 
him in the lobby.  A fantasy image came into his mind 
of Patty lying on a hotel bed with her eyes closed and 
headphones on, pulling at her clothing and writhing in 
ecstasy to his words.  It was a vivid image that had 
been haunting the edges of his imagination the entire 
week; it took an effort of will to dismiss it.

"I think I've heard them all at least once," she 
replied.  "A couple, more than once."

"Well?"

Patty felt the color rising in her cheeks as she 
recalled her night sessions with the hypnotic CD.   
"The inductions worked.  The long one was too slow for 
me, though; I kept having this feeling that I was 
waiting for you to catch up.  The short induction 
actually worked better for me."

Eric nodded.  "Not a huge surprise, considering how 
good a subject you are.  Most people will need the 
longer one to get into a useable light trance state.  
After a few sessions, they can start using the short 
one to save some time."

"The deepeners were nice.  A couple of times I strung 
two or three of them together and totally zoned out -- 
I think a bomb could have gone off in the room next 
door and I wouldn't have noticed or cared."

Eric nodded, making mental notes.  "And the 
fantasies?"

"Effective," Patty snapped, feeling the heat building 
up under her collar.  Holy shit, were they effective, 
she thought.  I've had more orgasms this week than I 
had last month!  

"I'm sorry," Eric said in a low voice.  "I didn't mean 
to embarrass you.  I just need to know if they ... if 
you ... you know."

"I know," she replied.  "And they did.  You could 
probably sell the CD alone under the title Who Needs a 
Man?"

"Enough said," Eric agreed, smiling to himself.  The 
fantasy image floated through his mind again, and he 
imagined what Patty might look like in the throes of 
an orgasm.

"We're here," Patty pointed out, breaking Eric's 
pleasant meditation.  He pulled up to the curb in 
front of the train station and stopped.  "Your 
player," she said, handing him the Volt and 
headphones.

Eric checked the Volt.  "You remembered to keep the 
CD," he noted.  "Enjoy it."  He held out his hand.

"Thanks."  Without thinking, she took his hand and 
shook it.  When Eric snapped his fingers, her face had 
a split second to register surprise before her eyes 
fell shut and her body slumped against the seat.

Eric watched her face as she slipped into trance.  
"It's okay, Patty," he reassured her.  "I'm not trying 
to take advantage of you.  You can trust me and relax.  
Just relax and let yourself sink down into a nice, 
deep trance, just like you did on the train, just like 
you do when you listen to my voice on your CD.  
Squeeze my hand when your trance meter reads 70."  He 
waited for the squeeze, which came after a minute or 
so.

"Among other things, hypnosis can be used to improve 
memory," he told her.  "I'm going to tell you my phone 
number in a moment, and when I do your subconscious 
will record it carefully so that you will always be 
able to remember it.  I want you to know that you can 
call me any time you want, for any reason, and I will 
always be happy to talk to you."  He recited his phone 
number twice, then woke Patty from her trance.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she shook her head to 
clear it.  "You didn't have to do that," she said, 
smiling.  "I've already programmed your number into my 
cell phone."

"Oops."  Eric managed a sheepish shrug.  "Would you 
like me to remove the trance trigger before you go?"

She thought about it for a second.  "No, don't.  It 
might come in handy some day."

Eric watched while Patty wheeled her travel bag into 
the train station, then he headed home.  He drove 
mechanically, most of his mind still occupied with 
fantasies about Patty.  She kept the trance trigger, 
he thought to himself.  It was an encouraging thought.



There were two conference tables in the business class 
car, as there had been on the ride down, but they were 
both occupied by serious-looking men who, by the way 
their things were spread across the table, did not 
want company.  Patty took the hint and settled into a 
window seat a few rows deep.  

She opened the discreetly-covered copy of Eric's book, 
hardly touched since the ride down, and began to read.  
She read with renewed interest, having experienced for 
herself some of the scenarios described in the book.  
At times she could almost hear Eric's voice in the 
back of her mind, reading the book to her; other times 
it was her own voice she heard, imagining herself 
giving suggestions to Craig.  It would be so nice to 
feel his hands on her body again.  More than once she 
drifted off into a half daydream, scarcely noticing 
when the train stopped along the way.

She was almost to the end of the book and the ride 
when her cell phone chirped.  Patty struggled back to 
reality, digging the phone out of her handbag just in 
time to answer.  "Hello?"

The voice was deep and slightly strained, working hard 
to be heard over loud, chaotic background noises.  
"Hi, honey."

Patty's face brightened.  "Craig!  Are you at Penn 
Station already?"  

The slight hesitation telegraphed his answer.  "Uh, 
no.  That's what I'm calling about.  I forgot I was 
supposed to play racquetball with the guys tonight.  
I'm still at the gym.  Do you still need a ride home?"

Patty took a deep breath and let it out before 
answering.  "Yes," she said, being careful to keep her 
voice from showing annoyance.  "I was counting on you 
to get me home."

"I might be a little late.  I have to shower and 
change, and we left my car back at the office.  Where 
should I look for you?"

The hand holding the phone dropped to Patty's lap as 
her eyes turned skyward, silently pleading her case.  
She brought the phone back up to her face.  "Never 
mind, I'll just get a cab.  You finish your game and 
I'll see you at home."

"That's cool," he replied.  "Hey, listen -- the other 
guys were talking about going out for a beer 
afterwards.  I could be kinda late getting home."

Patty sighed again.  "Have a good time, then," she 
said, resigned.

"Thanks, hon.  Bye!"

Patty glared at the phone in her hand.  Gone almost a 
week, she argued silently.  Would it have killed you 
to meet me at the station?  She was still fuming 
inside when, during the cab ride home, she spotted an 
electronics store.  On an impulse, she knocked on the 
safety partition to get the driver's attention.  "Can 
we stop there for a few minutes, please?"

The driver shrugged.  "Meter stays on."

"That's fine," she agreed.

The cab driver executed a deft maneuver, crossing 
three lanes of traffic and zipping into an alley near 
the store.  Patty jumped out and hurried into the 
store.  She found what she wanted quickly:  a Rio 
Volt.  She grabbed one and a package of batteries off 
the shelf, found the shortest checkout line, and was 
back in her cab quickly enough to draw an approving 
look from the driver.  



A dark, disheveled apartment greeted Patty when she 
opened the door.  She tried her best not to look at 
the kitchen as she dragged her suitcase into the 
bedroom.  She straightened up the bed enough to be 
usable and sat on it with a heavy sigh.  There would 
be a lot of cleaning up to do in the morning.

The Volt sat in its plastic bag beside her.  She 
removed it, inserted a battery, and plugged in the 
headphones.  Who needs a man? she thought, looking 
around at the unkempt room.  Not me, I guess.  
 
Setting the Volt aside, she retrieved Eric's CD from 
her bag and loaded it into the player.  The CD whirred 
and spun for a few seconds, then the Volt's navigation 
menu appeared.  Patty programmed a short playlist and 
set the unit down on the night stand.  Her mind 
replayed the first time she'd listened to one of the 
hypnotic fantasies on the CD.  She'd sat down in the 
easy chair, just like the first night, and programmed 
the tracks she'd wanted to hear:  the short induction, 
two deepeners, and the first fantasy.  She remembered 
her eyes closing, recalled imagining herself 
descending down a winding staircase, and then a vivid 
experience of making love with a masked man in the 
cloakroom at a costume ball.  She'd awakened suddenly 
to find herself almost out of the chair, with her 
clothing twisted around, half undone, and sopping wet 
near the crotch.  That experience had taught her to 
prepare a little before indulging.  

She stripped naked, putting her clothes in the hamper, 
and grabbed an extra towel from the bathroom.  She 
stretched out on the bed, placing the towel underneath 
her bottom to catch the juices she knew would flow 
soon, and then put on the headphones and got 
comfortable.  There was a chance, she realized, that 
Craig would come home and find her laid out like this, 
having dream sex.  So let him, she decided.  Serves 
him right for not being here.  She fingered the Volt's 
wired remote and pushed Play.

Eric's recorded voice filled her ears and her mind.  
Soon she was drifting off into a blissful trance, 
following Eric's voice down the spiral staircase 
deeper and deeper into herself.  She'd programmed 
three deepeners into this sequence, but reached an 
almost coma-like state during the first one.   Patty's 
body lay on the bed totally passive, completely 
unmoving, until the fantasy sequence began.

Patty saw herself entering a photography studio.  She 
was going on a dare, she explained to the girl at the 
front desk; she wanted to have some very sexy pictures 
of herself taken to give to her lover.  The 
receptionist smiled and led her back to one of the 
studio rooms.  

There she found herself changing into a provocative, 
sexy lingerie that revealed more than it hid.  An 
expert did her hair and makeup in record time, leaving 
her looking and feeling like the sexiest woman alive.  
As she approached the photographer, she could feel his 
eyes wandering all over her body, trying not to stare 
while still peeking through the layers of sheer fabric 
and lace.  He led her to a huge bed made up with satin 
sheets and pillowcases, sinfully smooth to the touch, 
and explained to Patty that she should pretend the 
camera was her lover and do her best to seduce it.  

The session began.  Patty focused herself on the 
camera, pretending her lover was looking through it.  
Each pose was a little more intimate than the one 
before; each made her feel bolder and sexier.  The 
photographer encouraged her, his smooth, mellow voice 
urging her to feel her own sexual power, to show her 
lover how incredibly desirable she really was.  Pose 
after pose, camera flash after camera flash, Patty 
felt herself growing more and more aroused, more and 
more in touch with her sexual side.  Soon it wasn't 
enough to turn and bend and allow the lingerie to 
reveal a glimpse here and there; she found herself 
doing a strip tease, slowly, sensually removing layer 
after layer and flinging the unneeded garments aside.

The photographer moved in closer as Patty bared more 
and more skin, and she noticed that he had a raging 
hard-on.  She let her hands glide over herself, 
feeling herself, letting herself become wet and warm 
all over.  The photographer had stopped talking to her 
so she began talking to him, 
telling him how sexy she felt, how much she wanted his 
rock-hard cock inside of her, how she longed to feel 
him come.  Patty didn't know the man, but she had 
become so aroused by the posing that she no longer 
cared -- she would have him.  

Totally nude, she continued posing, drawing the 
photographer closer.  He was practically standing over 
now, the camera recording every rise and fall of her 
breast.  "You know you want me," she told him, letting 
her hand reach out and stroke the bulge in the front 
of his jeans.  "You're getting so hard, so horny, it 
must be almost impossible to concentrate."  

The photographer stopped moving at her touch.  She 
could sense him struggling with himself, wanting her 
so badly but being constrained by professional rules.  
Patty didn't care about his rules; before he could 
pull away, she undid his pants and freed his cock.  It 
sprang out at her, fully erect and ready, as she 
jerked his pants down.  She pumped the shaft with one 
hand, kissing the head, and enjoyed hearing the 
photographer groan in sweet agony.  In seconds the 
camera fell to the bed beside her and the 
photographer's finger was inside her dripping center, 
probing for the spot that would send her into ecstasy.  
He found it and stroked the sides of her button, 
sending shockwaves of pleasure through Patty and 
leaving her panting on the bed.

But he wasn't done.  While Patty recovered, the 
photographer stripped off his remaining clothes and 
climbed on top of her.  His thick cock found the sweet 
spot and plunged inside, filling her easily.  His 
rhythmic stroking in and out brought Patty back to the 
edge and when he grunted and came she came with him, 
crying out with the pleasure of it.  


Patty's eyes opened to the sound of Eric's voice 
finishing its ten count.  A thin coating of sweat 
covered most of her body; the towel was sticky and 
damp in the middle, as expected.  I really should take 
a shower, she thought to herself, but it seemed like 
too much exertion.  She took the headphones off, 
closed her eyes, and went to sleep.


A low whistle broke the silence of the night.  "All 
right," Craig murmured appreciatively.  

Patty heard the quiet clinking sounds of her man 
undressing and started to wake up.   She had rolled 
over in her sleep and was comfortably settled onto a 
nest of extra pillows; not awake enough to move yet, 
she just wrenched her eyes open and stared into space.  

A heavy, rough-skinned hand touched her bottom and 
squeezed a little bit, then headed quickly north.  Her 
body responded out of habit, lifting a shoulder and 
turning her face to accept the kiss that she knew was 
coming.  Their lips met as his hand slid around and 
cupped her breast, then his lips parted and the taste 
of beer and smoked sausage crept into her mouth.

Craig lowered himself onto the bed, letting his 
already-stiff cock rub against her rear end.  His hand 
played with her breast like a resin bag, squeezing and 
releasing quickly, then moved swiftly down to find the 
furry patch at her center.  When he found moisture 
there, he broke off the kissing and whispered into 
Patty's ear.  "Feels like you're as ready for this as 
I am,"  he observed.  "Just relax and let me do the 
work."

Patty felt the weight shifting on the mattress as 
Craig got up on all fours and then to his knees, 
pushing her legs apart to kneel between them.  His 
hands grabbed her hips and lifted.  She rose to her 
hands and knees and pushed back to meet him, reaching 
back with a hand to guide his rod into position.  She 
ran the tip up and down her slit a few times, taking 
advantage of the residual moisture from her CD 
session, and then took him inside her.

Craig's member was on the short side of average 
length-wise, but made up for it in girth; Patty felt 
inner walls straining a little as he pushed his way 
inside firmly.  Craig heard her groan softly and took 
that as a signal to begin working himself in and out 
like a piston, hard and fast.  Patty winced a little 
and tried to relax, feeling for her own clit with a 
fingertip to get some more lubrication flowing.  Soon 
her body responded and the sensations became much more 
pleasant.  

Then Craig grunted and pushed hard against her.  Patty 
felt his cock quiver and spit as he came, his hands 
clenching her hips with all of his strength.  The 
pulsing slowed and then stopped, and Craig's rapidly 
dwindling cock slipped out.  "Wow," he said softly, 
patting her gently on the butt.

Before Patty could respond, he flopped over onto the 
bed beside her.  "Welcome home, honey," he said 
contentedly, looking adoringly into her eyes.  

She kissed him once, then settled back down into her 
pillow nest.  Within minutes he was blissfully asleep.  
Patty watched him for a while, then rolled over and 
went back to sleep herself.



The tantalizing scent of bacon and eggs drifted into 
Patty's nose, waking her and inducing a pleasant 
feeling of being home.  She dropped the towel, now dry 
and stiff in a few places, in the hamper and slipped 
on a short silky robe, belting it loosely around her 
waist.

She found Craig in the kitchen, busily stirring the 
eggs with one hand and keeping the bacon moving around 
in the skillet with the other.  He wore a pair of gray 
running shorts and a tank shirt that, in better days, 
had been white.  He looked so adorable, standing there 
cooking her favorite breakfast, that Patty forgave him 
for the night before.  Walking up behind him, she put 
her arms around him and rested her chin lightly on his 
muscular shoulder.  "Good morning."

He turned his head enough for a quick peck.  "Morning, 
babe."

"What can I do?"

He nodded toward the side counter, where a fresh bag 
of English muffins sat ready.  "Man the toaster?"

"Aye aye," she replied, squeezing his solid stomach 
one more time.

They ate hungrily, without talking.  Craig's eye 
alternated between the kitchen clock, the Sports 
section of the newspaper, and the opening in the 
center of Patty's robe.  Sensing an opportunity, Patty 
surreptitiously loosened the belt a bit.  The 
newspaper's share of Craig's attention dwindled as the 
gap increased.

When they were finished eating, Patty stood up slowly, 
pushing up from the table in a way that flashed plenty 
of nipple.  "So," she asked, giving Craig another 
generous eyeful as she gathered up the dishes, "how 
shall we spend our day?"

"You're probably tired from your trip," he began.  
Patty liked the sound of that; she turned and leaned 
back against the counter, trying to strike an enticing 
pose.  "So why don't you rest up today?  The Red Sox 
are in town for a day/night doubleheader with the 
Yankees, and Joe got box seats to both games."

Patty's jaw dropped, and she found herself fighting to 
suppress a frustrated growl.  Instead, she put on her 
best come-hither look and dropped the robe completely, 
letting it fall away as she approached Craig and 
buried his face between her breasts.  "Wouldn't you 
rather do something together?" she purred.  "I was 
gone soooo looooong."

Craig's hands wandered over her naked body for a few 
seconds.  He stood up and kissed her, and Patty 
thought for a second that she'd won.

But only for a second.  "Love to, hon," he replied, 
"but I'm supposed to be at Joe's in half an hour and I 
need a shower.  I'll take a rain check, okay?"




Eric stood over Patty's inert form, his rich voice 
coaxing her deeper and deeper into trance.  As he 
talked, his fingers methodically opened the buttons 
that ran down the front of her dress.

"Your lover is here with you," he told her.  "Even 
now, as you let yourself drift more deeply into 
hypnosis, he is unbuttoning your dress.  The sight of 
your body arouses him, and knowing that he is looking 
at you, undressing you, planning to make love to you 
while you sleep, arouses you more than anything you've 
ever experienced before.  You feel your body 
responding, becoming so warm, so ready to make love, 
so willing to give yourself to your lover in every 
way."

The final button on the dress gave way to his fingers.  
He laid the dress open, exposing Patty's body in just 
bra and panties, and let his hand hover just above her 
stomach for a moment.  "Your entire body is now an 
erogenous zone, Patty.  Any touch anywhere on your 
body will feel as arousing, as pleasurable, as the 
most erotic touch of your clitoris.  No matter where 
you lover touches you, you will respond with 
increasing pleasure and desire for him."  Very slowly, 
very gently, he let his hand come to rest on Patty's 
belly.  Her sudden moan and gasp at the moment of 
contact brought a smile to Eric's face and a surge to 
his groin.  He rubbed her belly in a circular motion, 
maintaining gentle but firm contact, and enjoyed 
listening to her moan with pleasure at his touch.  
"That's it," he coached her.  "Every square inch of 
skin a pleasure point, responding to my touch.  The 
places on your body that are normally pleasure zones 
are now ten times more sensitive, ten time more 
arousing when they are touched and stroked, ten times 
more pleasurable when I touch them or kiss them or 
lick them or suck them."

Moving deliberately, he opened the front clasp on her 
bra and lifted the cups out of the way, exposing erect 
nipples.  Patty's chest rose as she took in a deep 
breath, perhaps anticipating his touch.  He waited, 
imagined he saw her breast straining to reach the hand 
that hovered just above it.  Then he laid his hand on 
her breast, squeezing gently and fondling the nipple 
with his thumb.  Patty's back arched with the 
electricity of his touch and a long, hungry moan 
escaped her lips.  Pleased with his results, Eric 
leaned over and kissed the other breast, letting the 
nipple poke between his lips for a quick nibble.  

Patty cried out in gasps as an orgasm rocked through 
her body.  Eric prolonged it by sucking on her breast 
and running his hand over her body, relishing the 
sounds and sights and feelings of a woman in near-
continuous orgasm.

Finally, he'd had enough -- or, more accurately, he 
judged Patty had had enough and was ready for the main 
event.  Spreading her legs slightly, he slid the 
soaking wet panties down her legs and dropped them on 
the floor.  He admired the view of her glistening 
center for a moment, then peeled off his own clothes.

His cock felt like tempered steel in his hand as he 
climbed up between Patti's heavy legs.  She moaned 
anew at his touch as he kissed his way up her thigh, 
the scent of her inflaming him even more as he drew 
closer.

Suddenly a hand grasped the back of his head and 
jerked it sharply upward.  He found himself face-to-
face with Kelly -- a sad, disappointed-looking Kelly.  
"You're not Craig," she said, shaking her head slowly.  
"Haven't you learned anything?"

Eric cried out.  His body jumped out of bed and landed 
on the floor next to it, the sheets tangled up in his 
legs.  Sunlight streamed in through the bedroom 
windows.

He was alone.

It took a few minutes for his pulse to quit racing and 
his breathing to return to normal.  Holy shit, he 
thought to himself.




Craig crept quietly through the door to the dark 
apartment.  The second game of his doubleheader had 
gone five and a half hours, so it was very late at 
night.  Or very early in the morning, he corrected 
himself, looking at the clock.  Patty's gonna be 
pissed.

Even at this late hour, though, Craig wasn't sleepy.  
He took a look around for the rest of the newspaper he 
hadn't finished reading, but couldn't find it.  
 
He looked in on Patty.  She was asleep, wearing what 
he thought of as her chastity gown:  a very unsexy 
cotton nightgown with a cloth-covered button every 
half inch from throat to ankle.  Don't even think 
about it, he told himself, and went back to looking 
silently for the paper.

He searched the bedroom as best he could in the dark, 
then turned to the bathroom.  A second sweep of the 
living/dining room and kitchen area turned up nothing, 
not even an old magazine.  He took one more look 
around the bedroom and was about to give up when he 
spotted a paperback book in a grocery-bag cover 
sitting on the nightstand next to Patty's side of the 
bed.  Something about the anonymous, plain-brown-
wrapper look of the book grabbed his eye even in the 
dim light from the hallway, which was the most he 
dared have on.  He picked up the book and peeked 
inside at the title:

   EROTIC HYPNOSIS:  A Beginner's Guide 
        by Eric Milton.  

Intrigued, he took the book back to the living room 
and started to read.




Eric sat in his home office, typing away on the 
ThinkPad.  As usual, he wrote in a light trance state, 
his concentration focused on this own thoughts rather 
than on his fingers.  And also as usual, at least of 
late, his thoughts were dominated by images of himself 
and Patty acting out the material as he wrote it.

Thanks to the chance encounter on the train, Eric was 
well ahead of schedule on the new book.  His agent, a 
pugnacious Brooklyn-born lady named Eleanor who 
normally had to prod him at least twice a week to stay 
focused, had called to express amazement at his sudden 
burst of productivity.  "There's something about a 
train that's magic," he'd explained cryptically, 
grinning to himself as he imagined the puzzled look on 
her face.

His concentration was broken by the ringing of the 
telephone.  Giving himself a quick three-count, he 
picked up the handset.  "Hello?"

"Eric?"

He recognized the voice immediately -- the voice that 
had been starring in his fantasies for over a month 
now.  Be cool, he warned himself.  Calm and confident.  
"Speaking."

"It's Patty.  From the train, remember?"

"Of course I do," he said warmly, flushing a little at 
the gross understatement.  "How are you?"

"I'm good, very good.  How's the book coming?"

"Great!  I've been on a tear lately.  If I keep up 
this pace, I'll finish it a good month ahead of my 
deadline."

"Wow!  Your publisher must be happy."

"Not sure on that front yet.  I'm coming up to New 
York next week to meet with them; I'll find out then 
how happy they are."

There was a slight pause before Patty replied. "Oh ... 
so you'll be in New York next week?"  

Something in her voice caused Eric's eyebrows to rise.  
"Yes, that's right.  I'm taking the train up Monday 
morning and staying overnight."  He weighed his 
options and decided to go for broke.  "Did you want to 
get together while I'm in town?"

Another pause.  "Actually, that's not a bad idea," she 
said.  "I'd like to pick your brain a little bit, and 
it might be easier in person than over the phone."

"I'm intrigued.  Pick my brain about what?"

"About hypnosis," she replied.  "You see, Craig found 
my copy of your book after I got home, and he read 
through it."

Eric's mouth went dry.  Could it be this easy? he 
wondered.  "What happened?"

"He was a little freaked out at first," she explained.  
"But when he got to the section on fantasies and 
suggestions, he got interested.  When I told him about 
what you and I did on the train, he thought it was the 
hottest thing he'd ever heard.  I let him put me under 
a few times, and ... well, he's had a good time with 
it."

"That's great," Eric said, carefully masking his 
disappointment.  "What can I do?"

"Well, things so far have been one-sided.  I've tried 
to hypnotize Craig a few times, and I can't seem to 
get it to work.  I was hoping you could give me some 
pointers, or maybe recommend a class."

"I know a few good people in New York," Eric replied.  
"But I owe you a favor anyway for helping me test the 
CD.  I could come over Monday evening and give you a 
lesson, if you and Craig are free."

"You'd do that?"

"Sure," he said.  "It's the least I can do."




Eric took a taxi from his Manhattan hotel to the 
address Patty had given him on Staten Island.  This is 
a teaching situation, he kept reminding himself.  I am 
not doing this just to size up the fianc .  By the 
time the cab stopped in front of Patty's building, he 
almost believed it himself.

Almost.

He pulled out his wallet to pay the driver, but the 
heavyset man behind the wheel shook his head.  "It's 
already covered, Doc," he said.  "Phone charge, 
through the dispatcher."

"Oh.  Thanks," Eric replied.  He tipped the driver in 
cash and watched him pull away.  

There was a standard-issue security system on the 
building door; he punched in Patty's apartment number, 
and after a short delay  something approximating her 
voice crackled through the cheap speaker.  "Yes?"

"It's Eric."

"Great!  Come on up."  There was a loud buzz and the 
door clicked, allowing Eric to open it and come 
through.   He took the elevator to the fourth floor 
and found Patty waiting for him in the hallway.  She 
was wearing a cream-colored wrap-style dress and 
pumps, and looked genuinely pleased to see him.

"Thanks for coming," she told him, flashing that smile 
and meeting his eye as he took her offered hand.  
"It's right around the corner."  She led him down the 
hall, took a sharp right, and gestured toward an open 
doorway.

The living area was nicely furnished in blonde woods, 
with lots of glass and light-colored accessories 
complemented by a rich honey-colored carpet.  A maple 
bar occupied the corner opposite the door.  Standing 
by the bar was Craig.  "Hey there," he said, crossing 
the room with purposeful strides to shake Eric's hand.

Eric took Craig's hand and tried not to wince visibly 
at the powerful grip while he sized up the 
competition.  Craig stood a little below average in 
height, but had the broad chest and shoulders of a 
fullback.  He wore a plain white polo shirt and 
khakis.  The face that examined Eric felt sincerely 
friendly.

"Good to meet you," Eric said, willing himself to mean 
it.  Calm and confident, he reminded himself.  
Especially confident.

Craig was heading back toward the bar already.  "Wanna 
beer?"

"Sure," Eric replied with a broad smile, automatically 
starting to establish rapport with his subject.  

Craig reached behind the bar and pulled out three 
bottles of generic domestic beer.  "This do?"

"Long as it's cold."  Eric saw a flash of approval in 
Craig's eyes; he'd guessed right, apparently.

Patty stood by on one end of the sofa, sipping her 
beer and watching the men interact.  After a few 
minutes, she felt the knot in her stomach easing.  
She'd had qualms about putting these two together -- 
Craig's competitive streak tended to come out in the 
presence of other men -- but Eric had done a masterful 
job of establishing himself as someone Craig could 
accept.  

Craig surprised Patty by being the first to mention 
the real reason for the visit.  "I read through your 
book," he said to Eric.  "Did you do all of that 
stuff?"

Eric nodded, grinning.  "Had to test it all 
thoroughly."

"I can't believe it.  You must have this harem full of 
women at home."

"No, just one," Eric replied.  "But she was very 
adventurous.  Like Patty, in a lot of ways -- she went 
under very easily and deeply, and could do just about 
anything without disturbing her trance state."

"Patty really zones out," he agreed.  "It's kind of 
fun doing it to her, too."  An idea seemed to strike 
Craig; he looked over at Patty.  "Hey honey, you wanna 
show him one of the tricks we can do?"

"I don't know if --"  As she spoke, Craig clapped his 
hands twice quickly and Patty came to a sudden stop.  
Her body simply froze in position, mouth partially 
open, eyes staring forward.

Craig bounded out of his seat and over to his frozen 
fianc e.  "Isn't this cool?"

"Chapter 6," Eric cited.  "The time stop trick."

"You got it -- only I changed the trigger to a double 
clap, like that thing they sell on TV.  You know, clap 
on, clap off?"  

Eric nodded, admiring the way Patty managed to remain 
perfectly still, even as her body continued to make 
the usual minute adjustments needed to maintain 
balance.  Then he saw Craig get down on his knees and 
reach up underneath Patty's dress.  "What are you 
doing?"

Craig looked over and grinned.  "Having a little fun," 
he said with impish glee.  In a few seconds his hands 
reappeared, along with Patty's panties and hose.  

"Bad idea," Eric warned.  

"Nah, this is fun.  Watch."  Craig rolled the hose 
down to her ankles, then carefully off each foot, 
removing and replacing the shoes as he went.  

Eric watched in silence.  You'll regret this, Craig, 
he predicted silently.  I know --  I've been there.  

Craig finished replacing Patty's shoes, crept back to 
his chair and dropped the panty hose on the floor 
behind him.  He clapped his hands again twice and 
Patty came back to life.

"... that's really necessary," she finished.  

"Okay, hon," Craig said, twirling her panties on his 
finger.  "Whatever you say."

Seeing the underwear in Craig's hands made Patty 
suddenly aware of where it had come from.  She blushed 
deeply, unconsciously gathering the skirt around 
herself for a moment before marching across the room 
and taking the panties back.  "Excuse me a moment, 
please," she said to Eric, and retreated to the 
bedroom.

She slipped her panties back on and sat down in front 
of her vanity for a few minutes to collect herself.  
It was fun the first time, she mused, remembering the 
night Craig had clapped his hands just as they got 
home from a dinner date and all of her clothing had 
vanished, as if by magic.  It was amusing a few days 
later, when she had been sitting at the kitchen table 
fully clothed going over a new product guide, only to 
hear a noise and suddenly find herself stark naked and 
holding a Chippendale's calendar.   But when she'd 
started to open the door for his friend Joe in a T-
shirt and jeans and finished opening it in just her 
underwear, she thought she'd made it clear that he was 
not to do that again without her permission.  He's got 
a lot of payback coming when I finally get him under, 
she vowed.  

She took a few deep breaths and tried to relax.  No 
point making a scene in front of Eric, she told 
herself.  She wondered for a moment how much he'd 
seen, and whether he'd tried to stop Craig.  Then she 
consigned the whole incident to the back of her mind 
and rejoined the men in the living room.

Eric saw her return and noted the firmness in her jaw, 
the forced  nonchalance in her face.  She's got a 
right to be angry, he thought.  I'll bet that's not 
the first time he's pulled something like that.  Then 
he became aware that Craig was asking him a question.  
"I'm sorry?"

"I said, have you ever had someone you just couldn't 
put under?"

"Oh, sure," Eric answered.  "Going into hypnosis is a 
talent, like playing football.  Some people are just 
naturally good at it, like Patty; most people can 
learn to do it reasonably well with practice.  A few 
just can't get the hang of it no matter how hard they 
try."  He noted the faint glimmer of satisfaction in 
Craig's eyes, as if he had just seen an out, so he 
continued.  "Normally, though, I've found that anybody 
who really wants to go into hypnosis can get there."

"It's probably my technique," Patty volunteered.  "I 
have a hard time telling when things are working and 
when they aren't."

"It's hard to say without seeing you in action," he 
replied.  "Which leads us to the first step -- 
observing your technique."

Craig sat a little more upright.  "Are you going to 
watch her try to put me under?"

Eric paused a moment and smiled.  "No," he countered.  
"You're going to watch while Patty hypnotizes me."  
Both of his companions looked at him in surprise.  
"Trust me," he assured them.  "I know what I'm doing."

"But do I?" Patty questioned.

"We'll know soon."

In a few minutes, they had the environment arranged to 
Eric's liking.  He settled himself into Craig's 
favorite chair, a padded lounge chair with leg 
support, almost like a very comfortable dentist's 
chair, that reclined by rocking forward or back on a 
fixed base.  He kept it mostly upright so that Patty 
would be able to watch his face easily, and see when 
his head began to tip forward.  They dimmed the lights 
slightly, and Eric pronounced himself ready.

Craig observed from the couch, a good distance away.  
Patty sat on an ottoman near Eric's side so she could 
watch him without being directly in front of him.  
"Which induction do you like best?" she asked.

"Remember the hourglass induction I used with you on 
the train?"

Patty nodded.  "Close your eyes, then," she said, 
letting her voice drop to a low, soothing tone, "and 
picture in your mind a large, ornate hourglass..."  

Eric pictured the hourglass in his mind, the sand 
slowly falling from top to bottom.  She has such a 
nice voice, he thought to himself.  Smooth, flowing, 
easy to listen to.  He listened intently while she 
told him, using the future tense, how he would soon 
find his body relaxing as the sand ran out of the top 
of the hourglass.  He continued listening, and noticed 
after a while that she was now using the present 
tense.  "You feel your jaw beginning to loosen up, 
your head beginning to tip forward ever so slightly 
..."  She's right, he realized.  She caught the 
transition before I did.  He felt his body sinking 
deeper into the chair, and let go to the sensation.

" ... Eight, feeling the alertness creeping back into 
your limbs ... Nine, eyes opening, taking a deep 
breath ...  And ten, fully awake and alert."

The first thing Eric noticed when his eyes focused 
again was that the room was much darker than it had 
been just a moment or two ago, when he'd first sat 
down.  The second thing he noticed was Patty's face, 
looking intently into his.  Her eyes gleamed at him, 
her nostrils were flared, and she was licking her lips 
slowly as she watched.  He knew exactly what she must 
be feeling -- he'd felt it himself, countless times.  
The feeling of power, the erotic rush of seeing 
someone surrender totally, could be more seductive 
than sex itself.

"How did I do?" she was asking, looking deeply into 
his eyes for the answer.

Eric smiled.  "You did fabulously," he assured her.  
"I should get you to record a few tracks for the new 
book's companion CD."

"How much do you remember?"  Eric was slightly 
startled by Craig's voice; he'd half forgotten about 
him.  

"Nothing after the induction started," he said.  "That 
happens a lot with me, though.  It'll come back as I 
need it -- unless Patty told me otherwise, anyway."  
He looked the question at her, and was intrigued at 
her coy look back.

"Let's try a test," she said, standing up and walking 
over to the bar area.  "A simple matter of animal 
magnetism."

Eric felt the pull immediately, but the direction 
surprised him.  Instead of lifting toward the ceiling, 
his arms went to the armrests of the chair.  His body 
rose of its own volition from the chair and approached 
Patty at the bar.  Before Eric could think of what to 
say, his arms were wrapped around her in a tight 
embrace.

Craig let it go on for a few seconds, chuckling at the 
look of consternation on Eric's face.  "Hey!" he 
called out, "that's my woman you're groping, pal.  
Break it up."

Eric tried to take his arms off Patty and failed 
miserably.  The harder he tried to pry himself loose, 
the more powerfully he seemed to stick to her.  

"Enough already," Craig said, his voice becoming a 
little edgy.

Eric struggled one more time to escape, 
unsuccessfully.  "I think you've made your point," he 
said.

Patty laughed and snapped her fingers.  As soon as he 
heard the sound, Eric felt the magnetic pull of 
Patty's body subside; he quickly broke the embrace and 
stepped back several feet.  Recovering his wits, he 
plopped down on a chair and looked at both of them.  
"I think we can safely say that Patty's technique is 
not the problem," he announced.

"So what happens next?" Craig asked.

"We switch places," Eric replied.  "You take the comfy 
chair, while I sit back and observe."

A look of reluctance came over Craig's face, then 
vanished.  "Okay, I'll try."

Eric nodded.  "Let's get you as comfortable as 
possible.  Why don't you use the bathroom, take off 
your shoes, that sort of thing?"

"Sure."

As Craig left the room, Eric turned to Patty.  "What 
inductions have you tried with him so far?"

"The hourglass, mostly," Patty replied.  "Also the 
sunset at the beach one.  Neither one worked.  Craig's 
a very concrete guy; I think he has a hard time 
getting detailed mental pictures."

"That's a possibility.  Have you tried a fixation 
induction?"

"You mean eye contact?  I thought you said that was a 
bad one to use for beginners."

"It usually is," Eric agreed.  "It requires supreme 
confidence on your part, and the ability to keep 
staring into his eyes for as long as it takes.  I was 
thinking more of a fixation object, like a pendant or 
a shiny paperweight."

Patty thought for a minute.  "I think I know just the 
thing."  She slipped down the hallway to the back of 
the apartment and returned with a desk toy.  It 
featured a pair of parallel bars made of plastic, 
between which were suspended five metal balls.  The 
balls were secured to each bar with a piece of nylon 
line, and spaced so that they just touched one 
another.

Eric recognized the toy immediately.  "Yes," he 
agreed, "that should do very nicely.  I've used 
something similar myself once or twice."

They set the toy on an end table next to the lounge 
chair, pulling the table out a bit to give Craig a 
better viewing angle.  Patty steadied the balls, 
angling the toy so that the shiny metal spheres caught 
the ambient room light and reflected it back in 
multiple directions.  As she finished arranging the 
toy Craig returned, looking a little apprehensive.

"We're ready for you," Patty said, waving him to the 
chair.  

Craig nodded and took his position in the lounge 
chair.  "Okay," Eric said, dropping partially into his 
induction voice.  "You saw how easily Patty was able 
to guide me into a deep hypnotic state.  If you 
concentrate just on her voice and do exactly as she 
tells you, nothing can prevent you from entering a 
deep hypnotic trance just as I did.  Since this will 
be your first time, we won't try any posthypnotic 
suggestions; Patty will just take you into trance, let 
you feel what it's like for a few minutes, and then 
wake you up again.  Ready?"

Craig looked at them both.  "I guess."

Eric's and Patty's eyes met.  You can do this, he said 
inwardly, willing his gaze to telegraph his conviction 
to her.   

Patty felt his confidence.  Bolstered by that, and by 
her success in hypnotizing Eric earlier, she felt 
relaxed and ready.  This is going to work, she thought 
to herself.  I can really do this.  She lifted a hand 
and caught Craig's eye with it.  "I want you to watch 
very closely right here," she said, using her hand to 
guide Craig's gaze to the desk toy.  She pulled back 
on the rightmost silver ball, lifting it high and wide 
of the parallel bars, and let it go.  As designed, the 
ball came back and struck the next one squarely; the 
force of the blow was transmitted through the three 
middle balls to the opposite side and sent the end 
ball swinging widely to the left.  That ball swung 
out, then came back in and struck its neighbor, 
sending the rightmost ball swinging away again.  A 
rhythm was established, the middle balls appearing to 
sit still while the outer two took turns flying 
outward and then slamming back into the middle.

Craig watched the toy with interest while Patty began 
speaking.  "I want you to focus all of your attention 
on the balls in the middle," she told him.  "Just 
relax and watch those middle balls.  See how the light 
shines off them.  Notice how still they seem to be, 
even while the outer balls are swinging and bouncing 
against them.  Study those middle balls, becoming 
aware of every detail, every reflection, every hint of 
movement.  Let your mind and body become as still as 
those middle balls, resting comfortably and quietly 
while around you the world keeps moving and clicking.  
And while you're watching the balls, notice how smooth 
and steady and rhythmic the clicking sound is as the 
outer balls swing back and forth, each in turn.  Let 
that rhythm take you, let the clicking happen inside 
your mind as well as outside, so that you become one 
with the rhythm."

Eric watched and listened, fascinated.  She's ad-
libbing, he realized.  Using the properties of the 
object to enhance the script -- very impressive.  

"And as you listen," Patty continued, "you may notice 
that the rhythm of the balls becomes just a hair 
slower.  The energy that moves those outer balls is 
slowly depleting itself, causing the whole system to 
slow down little by little.  And as you observe this, 
you'll notice that your own system will also slowing 
little by little, relaxing more and more, slowing down 
as the balls slow down."

As Eric watched, Craig's eyes appeared to glass over, 
the lids tending to blink more often.  Patty caught 
the same signs and adjusted accordingly.  "Slowing 
down now, your mind and body relaxing and slowing 
down, your eyes growing tired and heavy, wanting to 
close, wanting to rest.  Don't let it happen yet, 
Craig; keep your eyes focused on those middle balls, 
letting yourself experience every detail.  You eyes 
will remain open until the outer balls come to a 
complete stop; you will not close your eyes and slip 
into a deep, satisfying, safe sleep until the balls 
come to rest."

Patty's words, along with the steady pattern of motion 
and sound from the toy, were having their desired 
effect.  Craig's eyes fluttered, struggling to stay 
open, as his body seemed to sink deeper and deeper 
into the chair.  Patty continued in the same vein, 
talking him deeper as the toy slowed, watching with 
growing excitement as he succumbed.  Soon the toy's 
momentum was spent, the steady clicking sound 
deteriorating into a soft buzz.  "Sleep now," Patty 
said with authority, and Craig's eyes dropped shut.  
His head dipped forward, and Patty felt that rush of 
raw erotic power once again.

Then, in an instant, it was gone.  Craig's head bobbed 
up and his eyes popped open.  "Did it work?"

Patty felt the air rushing out of her, like a balloon 
with a fast leak.  She looked to Eric, who had a grim 
expression on his face.  "Almost," he answered for 
her.  "How do you feel?"

"Fine," he said.  "A little spacey, maybe."

"You're awake now," Patty said, following Eric's 
instructions from the book.  "Wide awake."

"I know, hon," Craig replied.  "It was a nice try, 
though."

Eric cleared his throat.  "What was the last thing 
that went through your mind?  Right then, just before 
you opened your eyes?"

Craig looked into space.  "I don't know," he said.  "I 
just kinda perked up, I guess."

They tried several more times, both with Patty as the 
hypnotist and with Eric,  but had no better results.  
Each time Craig appeared to be slipping into trance, 
he would
 suddenly cough or laugh or otherwise jolt back to 
wakefulness.  Eric could see the growing frustration 
in Patty's face.  Craig, on the other hand, seemed 
more at ease as the evening wore on.

Finally Eric saw no alternative but to give up.  "I'm 
sorry," he said, addressing himself to Craig.  "You 
must be one of the rare people who just can't reach 
the hypnotic state."

Craig's face took on a look of hopelessness.  "That 
really sucks.  Are you sure, Doc?"

"That's how it looks," Eric responded flatly.  

Craig accepted his sentence with a sigh.  "Sorry, 
honey," he said to Patty.  I'll just bet, Eric 
remarked to himself.

Patty sighed back.  "It's okay," she said.  Then, to 
Eric, she added, "It's late; instead of waiting for a 
cab, why don't you let me drive you back to your 
hotel?"  

There was a clear message in her eyes as well.  Eric 
responded to that as much as the stated offer.  
"Either way is fine with me.  Are you sure you don't 
mind driving back alone this late?"

"We're in a pretty good neighborhood," she replied.  
"After all you've done here, it's the least I can do."

Eric endured Craig's hearty handshake one more time.  
"Don't blame yourself, Doc," he said.  "Like you said, 
some people just don't go under."

"Thanks," Eric replied, not feeling at all thankful.  

Patty was quiet as she led Eric through the well-lit 
parking garage below her building to her gray Saturn.  
She remained silent and thoughtful for most of the 
trip.  Eric let her be, not sure exactly how much to 
say.  The silence grew thick and electric before Patty 
finally broke it.

"What do you really think, Eric?"

Be damned careful, Eric, his inner voice warned.  
"About what?"

Patty shot him a sideways you-know-exactly-what-I-mean 
look.  "About Craig.  Do you really think he's not 
hypnotizable, or were you just being diplomatic?"

Eric weighed his quickly.  I could tell her, he 
thought, and risk looking like a jealous suitor trying 
to sabotage the relationship.  Or I could bullshit her 
and risk getting caught at it.  He took a deep breath 
before answering.

"It's a possibility," he said cautiously.  "I couldn't 
rule it out offhand."

"You're talking like a lawyer," she admonished him.  
"I don't need that.  I need someone to tell me what 
I'm doing wrong."

"It's not you," he replied with certainty.  "Your 
technique is fine.  You showed great instincts in that 
first induction, and you nearly had him.  You 
definitely had me."

"Why did you do that, anyway?  Be my subject, I mean.  
And don't say to observe my technique -- you could 
have done that better by watching."

Eric smiled.  "A large part of being a hypnotist is 
confidence.  You have to believe that you can get 
people into trance, and so does your subject.  I knew 
you'd have no problem with me -- I was prepared to 
self-induce if I had to, but I didn't have to -- so 
what better way to help build that confidence?  And it 
worked.  You seemed positive that you could get Craig 
into trance after that."

"I was positive," she agreed.  "I'd swear he was under 
at least once, maybe two or three times, but then he 
just suddenly shook it off at the critical moment.  
What happened?"

Feeling the eggshells beneath his feet, Eric tried 
again.  "Some people are mentally capable of hypnosis, 
but have a hard time letting go.  Maybe they have 
control issues, maybe there's a certain fear factor, 
or not quite enough trust.  I've seen people before 
who would start to enter a trance, realize it, and 
unconsciously snap themselves back to alertness 
without fully understanding why themselves."

Patty nodded, her mouth turning into a grim line.  
"That's what I'm thinking.  Either he doesn't trust 
me, or he's afraid to give up control, which is really 
the same thing.  But what can I do about it?"

His inner voice screamed at him not to say it, but 
Eric did anyway.  "Often times, the answer to this 
kind of issue lies in the relationship itself.  How 
are you and Craig getting along?"

Her brow wrinkled.  "Fine," she said.  "Perfectly 
fine."

Eric was not about to challenge that assertion, so an 
uncomfortable silence settled on them again.  Soon 
Patty pulled up into the service lane in front of 
Eric's hotel.  There was a short-tem parking space 
near the entrance, so she pulled into it and put the 
transmission in Park.

"Thanks for coming," she said.  "I'm sorry for being 
so sullen on the way over here."

"It's okay," he replied, offering his hand.  "Good 
luck."

As soon as she took his offered hand, Eric snapped his 
fingers.  Patty's body went limp and sunk into the 
seat; Eric caught her head and gently set it against 
the headrest.  "That's good, Patty," he said.  "Slide 
way down, deep into trance, relaxing and letting go of 
all the tension in your body.  When your trance 
thermometer gets to 90, I want you to squeeze my 
hand."  He continued to relax and deepen her for about 
a minute and a half before he felt the squeeze.  "Very 
good.  Now Patty, I want you to listen carefully.  You 
do not have to respond to any posthypnotic trigger 
that would cause you to feel uncomfortable or 
embarrassed, whether that trigger comes from Craig or 
from me or from anyone.  Any time he tries to place 
you into trance, or use a trigger, that trigger will 
only be effective if you are in a safe, private 
environment and you feel completely safe and 
comfortable allowing it to work.  You know this, but I 
want you to be extra aware from now on.  You can 
always refuse a suggestion if you don't want to 
comply.  Do you understand?"

"Yes," she replied hazily.  

"Good.  Now, on three, you'll be completely awake and 
alert again.  One ... two ... three."

Her eyes opened and focused on his face.  "Thanks," 
she said sincerely, with her first true smile of the 
evening.  "I needed that."

"You're welcome," he said, smiling back.

Patty leaned toward and kissed him softly on the 
cheek, then whispered into his ear:  "Sleep for me 
now, Eric."  His conscious mind barely registered the 
words before the blackness enveloped him and his body 
slumped into Patty's waiting arms.  "That's it, deeper 
and deeper, letting go, trusting me completely.  Count 
yourself down from twenty now, Eric, and when you've 
reached your deepest trance I want you to squeeze my 
hand."  She waited, letting the erotic thrill wash 
over her one more time, until she felt the slow, easy 
squeeze on her hand.  "Now, Eric," she continued, 
"Here is what is going to happen when you get to your 
room..."


Eric waved as Patty pulled away, the memory of that 
quick kiss tingling on his cheek.  With a melancholy 
sigh, he turned and trudged into the hotel.

He closed the door to his room and leaned against it 
for a moment, eyes closed, wondering what might have 
been.  Then he flipped on the light and stopped dead 
in his tracks.

Before him, sitting on the easy chair across from the 
door, was a woman.  She was dressed in a silk robe and 
wore a veil over most of her face.  Only a pair of 
powerful, mesmerizing eyes showed above the veil, and 
those eyes captured him instantly, leaving him 
transfixed.  "Hello, Eric," she said softly, in a 
voice both familiar and strange.  "I've been waiting 
for you."

Eric stood still, not thinking, not speaking, unable 
to break free of those captivating eyes.

"You feel my power already," she remarked.  "That's 
good, very good.  Look deeply into my eyes, Eric, and 
let me take you into that sweet, blissful sleep you so 
love.  Surrender your will to me, and I will bring you 
ecstasy.  Sleep, Eric.  Sleep..."

Eric's world narrowed until he found himself lost in 
those eyes, floating away on soft, gentle waves of the 
woman's voice.   The next thing he knew, he was naked 
and lying on his bed while a sweet voice whispered 
things into his ear -- things he didn't quite hear, 
but which set his every nerve on overload and made his 
cock stand up like a rocket on the launch pad.  Warm, 
loving hands caressed his body, and a pair of velvety 
lips brushed against his face, his chest, his cock.  
With great effort, he wrenched his eyes open in time 
to see the mysterious woman, naked now except for her 
veil, straddling him.  The sight of her nakedness 
enticed him and aroused him even more, and when she 
slid on top of his throbbing cock and enveloped him he 
felt the electricity throughout his body.  Still she 
whispered to him, her words taking him higher into 
bliss, until the smooth rhythm of them began to break 
down as she approached her climax.  Eric felt the 
tension around his cock as she gasped and came, and 
the knowledge pushed him over the edge as well.  A 
valve turned in his mind and his cock gushed, every 
nerve and muscle in his body participating in the 
orgasm.  The woman rode him, her words now prolonging 
his climax, until he no longer had the energy to move.  
Only then, as he struggled to keep his eyes open 
another few seconds, did she move the veil and reveal 
her face.

"Sleep now, Eric," Patty said.  "And thank you."



The apartment was dark when Patty returned.  She 
flipped on the living room light and spotted Craig 
sitting in the lounge chair, naked.

"Hi, honey," he said.  "Surprise!"

"You shouldn't have," she replied, meaning it.

"But look, honey," he insisted with a wink.  "The one-
eyed viper is calling your name."

Patty blinked twice as the posthypnotic suggestion 
took hold.  In a flash she had a visceral, 
irresistible need to kneel down and suck Craig's cock 
until it flooded her mouth.  Then, just as quickly, 
the desire vanished.  "No thanks, Craig," she said.  
"I'm too tired for games."

Craig's jaw dropped.  "But the one-eyed viper is 
calling your name," he repeated.

This time Patty only felt a quick twinge of desire, 
which passed before she even fully acknowledged it.  
"The one-eyed viper has called my name three times 
this week," she told him.  "At this point, I don't 
care if it stands up and serenades.  I didn't buy that 
book so you could get blowjobs at will, Craig."

Craig sighed and crossed his arms.  "Then why did you 
buy it?"

Patty felt her patience fading away.  "I bought it 
because it looked like something we could do 
together," she explained.  "Something that might add a 
little life and interest that's been lacking around 
here for a while.  But obviously I was wrong."

"That's not my fault," he began, then gave up as Patty 
stomped out of the room and slammed the bedroom door 
behind her.  "Fuck," he said, looking down at his 
semi-erect penis.  "Looks like you're outta luck 
tonight, pal."

Patty took a long shower, more for the quiet and 
privacy than any real need to wash.  While the water 
ran over her body, she thought about her going-away 
present for Eric.  I wonder what woman his imagination 
conjured up for him, she thought idly.  She pictured 
him lying naked on his bed, giving in to the imaginary 
ministrations of a dream lover.  She imagined herself 
as that lover, caressing him, kissing him, getting him 
so aroused and so ready for her, taking him inside of 
her.  As she pictured the scene, her fingers wandered 
over her own body's sensitive places.  The stroking 
became more insistent, more urgent, and when in her 
mind Eric came, she came with him, biting on a 
washcloth to keep herself from crying out loud.

Craig was either asleep or pretending to be when she 
came to bed.  She didn't care which, as long as he 
kept doing it.






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