My mom was a waitress, right? I mean, a waitress, like you see in old movies: the beehive hair, the pink dress, too much makeup and a wad of gum in her mouth. The whole stereotype. That was Mom.

So my sister Jeannie and I, we make this pact. We're never gonna end up like Mom, bringing home strange men and a hundred and five bucks a week from some diner off the Pennsylvania Turnpike. We're gonna be big and rich and live in mansions and all that.

Well, Jeannie and I are smart, and we do well in school. By the time we're out of high school, we're as pretty as Mom ever was. We could have gotten by on our looks and married a couple of rich dudes and started making kids and humping the gardener every Thursday, but we're too smart for that. Jeannie got a scholarship from the University of Illinois and went into medicine, while I got one from Harvard and went into law.

Did I tell you that? I used to work for a big law firm, in New York. No shit! I was up and coming and the biggest bitch you'd ever want to meet. That is, until that day, when I finally got my head on straight.

I was having an afternoon cappuccino at Cafe Petite, that day. It was sunny and beautiful, and I was sitting there in my $1,000 power suit, feeling very pleased with myself. I had just wrapped up a case that was high-profile and brought the firm a lot of good publicity. There was already talk of making me a partner, and at 26, the youngest one ever.

Anyway, I was on the patio of the restaurant, and the waiter passed by and stooped over. He picked up something off the floor and handed it to me. "I believe you dropped your sunglasses, Madam," he said, trying to drown his Bronx accent in a fake, French one.

"Merci," I replied. I hadn't remembered wearing sunglasses into the place, but was more involved with looking over a brief before returning to the office, and by the time his statement had registered, the waiter was gone and the sunglasses were sitting beside me, on the table.

Well like I said, it was a sunny day, and I was sitting facing a glass building whose facade made the sun a constant nuisance at that time of day, so I looked down at the glasses and considered wearing them, at least until I left. They were quite attractive, and obviously expensive, and they had lenses that were an indescribable rose color. I put the glasses on, making sure not to muss my new hairstyle, and went back to the brief.

But the brief wouldn't cooperate. The words looked a little blurry, and the ones at the periphery of my vision seemed to be jittery. I began to think that maybe the sunglasses had prescription lenses, so I took them off and put them on the table. At least I think I put them on the table, and then I left some money for the drink and left the restaurant.

As I walked out, that sunlight hit me off the building again, and I instinctively reached into my purse and brought out my sunglasses and put them on. Only they weren't my sunglasses. The world turned a unique shade of rose, and I frowned, noticing that the buildings and people were acting just like the words on my papers: blurry in the center, and jittery around the edges.

I suppose I should have taken the glasses off then, but I was suddenly aware of just how pretty that particular shade was. I felt a little giddy, and I couldn't suppress this giggle from coming out. I now realized that I had this enormous smile on my face, like some kind of fool, and I felt really, really good; like someone had just shot me up with about 20 cc's of morphine. And I noticed how cool things looked through the glasses.

I mean, everything was cool; the buildings, the people, the cars. Even the fire hydrant was cool. In fact, the fire hydrant was so cool that I must have stared at it for twenty minutes before I realized that I wanted to go for a walk.

So I did that. I forgot all about the office and the briefs and my afternoon appointments and I walked. Everything was way cool, and the people smiled big smiles at me that were almost as big as the smile on my own face. Even the cars smiled at me as I wandered aimlessly down the streets. I eventually turned off the streets and into this smiling building that had the prettiest rose-colored windows.

I was in a way cool lobby, with expensive furniture and a circular desk in the middle. And there was a girl sitting behind that desk. She was way cool, and had on the prettiest pair of rose-colored sunglasses I'd ever seen. She was just sitting there, smiling this incredibly huge smile in between puffs on a long, white cigarette.

I thought that smoking in buildings was illegal, and I was gonna tell her that, but she looked way cool smoking like that, so I just let it go. I walked up to her and didn't say a word. I must have stood there for twenty minutes, the two of us staring at each other with these huge grins.

Finally, she said, "Mr. Barnett will see you now."

"Thank you," I replied, and without directions, I walked over to a waiting elevator and stepped in. I punched the button for the fourteenth floor, and waited patiently as I rode up the floors, looking at the way cool lights of the elevator.

After about twenty minutes, I arrived at my floor and got off. There was another girl behind a desk, and she had on glasses just like mine. She smiled at me and I smiled at her and after about twenty minutes, I turned to the left and walked into this large office. It was a beautiful office, and way cool. I sat down in a chair in front of this big desk and waited.

After about twenty minutes, these two guys came in, and they were hot. I mean, I thought one of them looked a little like Jerry Barnett, this ugly little techno-geek from the office, but this guy was gorgeous and way cool. He and the other guy walked right up to me and started looking me over. I didn't say anything. I just sat there and smiled a huge smile at them. They were way cool, and I felt this little tingle between my thighs when I looked at them.

"How long's she been under, Jer?" one of them asked. That little tingle seemed to respond to his voice, and I let out a little sigh.

"About fifteen minutes, I'd say," said the other. He was examining one of my eyes through the glasses like he was some sort of optometrist or something. He shined a penlight into that eye, and it was way cool. "She's under pretty deep. She's probably already experienced the distortions in perceived time. They usually do when they go under fast."

"What's her name?"

"Kathy Morris," I heard myself say. It must have been difficult to say with that big smile on my face, but I did it without a bit of effort. The one called Jer had been taking my pulse or something, and he dropped my hand when I spoke. I just let it flop onto my lap and smiled.

The two hot guys looked real surprised. The one standing behind Jer kind of laughed. "Geez! She's already answering questions. You think she's ready?"

The one called Jer frowned. "I'm not sure. I've never seen anyone go under this fast before. She could have processed the subliminals already, so let's try it.

"What do you think of us, Kathy?"

"I think you're way cool!" I gushed. Like I said, these two guys were hot, and the slight tingle I was feeling between my thighs was becoming a noticeable moistness. When they asked me questions, that moistness got pretty damp. When I answered their questions, I felt even more dampness. Damn, I thought, this feels way cool!

"Kathy," Jerry said, "I want you to tell me what your goal in life is."

Well, when Jer said my name, all sorts of fireworks went off in my head, and I knew that my pantyhose were now stained, but for some reason, I didn't care. I just smiled while I waited about twenty minutes before answering. "I want to be a stripper."

"Very good," he assured me, and I felt this little orgasm when he said it. I had made him happy. Me! I did that! I was very pleased with myself.

"I-I wanna be a, uh, s-s-s-s-s-stripper and d-date married men and be the biggest s-s-s-s-slut in New York," I managed to stammer out. Boy, did it feel good when I said that! I was squirming all over my chair like a happy, little puppy as cream oozed down my thigh and into a puddle on my chair.

"Do you want to drink and take drugs, Kathy?"

"Shit, yeah!" Swearing made me cream even more, and I loved the way it sounded. It was way cool!

"And wear lots of makeup?'

"Uh-huh!" My eyes rolled back in their sockets as I gurgled in pleasure.

"And what else, Kathy?"

My pussy was itching so bad that I couldn't think straight, but somehow, I knew the answer. "And, and, and, and I wanna... I wanna take married m-m-m-men uh, uh, uh, away f-f-f-from their, their, their wh-wh-wh-wives!

"Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god, oh, gaw-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-d-d-d!!!!"

My world exploded into a rose-colored light as my pussy came for a twenty minutes stretch. I finally passed out from the pleasure and sank into a rose-colored sea. It was way cool.

I work for Jerry, now. I'm a stripper in this way cool club in Washington, D.C. We get these way cool congressmen in all the time, and after awhile, they start bringing in their friends and associates, who bring in more of them. I've taken a couple away from their wives, just for the fun of it, and Jer is real happy with my work. I get these lawmakers and movers and shakers all excited when I strut around on the stage. And after I get 'em hot enough, I fuck them in the back room.

And when they leave, they each get a way cool pair of sunglasses.