He inhaled deeply from his cigarette and exhaled slowly. He watched the smoke curl up into the sky, illuminated by the streetlights. It was a chilly night in Spokane tonight, like most nights here in Spokane. Even in late May it could get cold at night. He looked at the skyways over his head and considered the river off in the distance. The sound of the river calmed his jangled nerves, and he thought.

His finances were running low and if he didn't think of something he would have to, gasp, work. He shuddered at the thought. He would go by the Mercury and see what was going on. The Mercury was the local coffee house and generally the place where most of the young crowd went to blow off steam. That is when they weren't off on a road trip to Seattle for the weekend.

As he walked to the coffee house in the brisk spring air he thought about what he would have to do to keep himself in cigarettes and Mountain dew. It was a small, as cities go, and he had been reluctant to run a grift. It was much easier in a larger city to pull a scam. Here he might put something over on one person, maybe two. Than he would have to move on and he'd grown fond of the town.

"Hey Marty" someone hailed him. He looked over and saw it was Heather. Heather was a cute little red head who he'd noticed noticing him the last couple of nights. She was standing outside the Mercury smoking.

"Hi Heather" he said "how's it going?" And he gave her his brightest smile. His even, white teeth set off his coffee colored skin to nice effect. Heather flushed a bit as she returned his smile.

"Who's here?" he asked.

"Oh, just the usual. Ariel and her crowd, a couple of chess players and that guy."

"That guy?" he inquired.

"Yeah, that guy. One time I was with a guy, and he comes over all charm and whatnot. So he asks me to ditch the guy I'm with and sit with him and his friends. And he was cute, so I did. Then when I sit down, he gets up, excuses himself and goes over to play speed chess. Just leaving me with these people I didn't even know. So when I took off with the original guy he gives me this look, like, why are you going? I don't even remember his name so he's "that guy."

"Sounds like a real jerk. I would never leave you for chess." He said hitting her with his smile again.

"Yeah, only for pot right? Or a better looking girl." But she smiled when she said it, taking the sting from her words.

"No, really" he said. "I wouldn't leave you. You trust me right?" Heather looked puzzled. Did she trust him? Not really, she decided. He was cute, but she had learned that cute and trustworthy were not necessarily, or even usually, linked.

"You do trust me, don't you?" He said leaning even closer. Definitely invading her space. She put her hand out and stiff-armed him across the chest. "Easy loverboy, that's close enough." But he closed his hand over his and ran his fingernail softly over her hand. His touch was light and her skin tingled where he touched it.

"What's the matter Heather? You seem scared. You need to relax. You should learn to trust people." And he reached out to her other hand, tenderly plucking the cigarette from her hand. He raised it to his lips and inhaled. Heather didn't move. She had something of a deer in the headlights look as she watched him caress her hand. His fingernail traced circles in her palm and she watched him wordlessly. The tingling of her skin was matched by the tingling in her head.

Marty exhaled his smoke into her face. The tangy, spicy smell of cigarettes swirled around her head. Her nostrils flared at the smell and she breathed in deeply. Between her legs she felt a twinge of desire. Her eyes focused on his brown eyes that welled deeply before her. There was a faint buzzing in her ears and she closed her eyes and sighted deeply.

"Just relax, Heather. Relax for me. Just relax. So easy to relax, to relax deeper and deeper for me. So relaxed Heather. So very relaxed. I want you to relax, to feel so good. SO good to relax."

"I want you to relax and answer some questions for me. It feels so good to answer my questions. You love to answer my questions. You want to answer my questions. Because that will please me. And you love to please me. You know that now. You love to please me. Who do you love to please Heather?"

"You" she said stretching the word out. Her voice was low and breathy and tinted with pleasure.

"Very good. That's right, you love to please me. Are you attracted to me Heather, answer honestly."

"Yes" she sighed. "You're very attractive." She said slowly, as if fighting off sleep. Her eyes remained closed as she sighed again, her body awash in relaxation and pleasure. Again she felt the stirring between her legs. So nice. Of it's own volition her hand crawled between her legs.

"Heather listen to me. You want me. You want to surrender to me. To submit entirely to my will. You want my cock. You want to feel my thick cock between your legs. You love my cock. Do you understand?"

"Yes" she breathed. She wanted his cock. Of course, that explained the stirrings in her crotch. She needed to feel his cock between her legs. She wanted to take his stiffness between her lips. To lick the tip, and taste the salty pre cum in her mouth. To lick the length of it, up one side and down the other. To take its fullness into her mouth, all the way into her mouth, smelling the sweat and aroma of his pubic hair. She licked her lips in anticipation.

"Do you live alone?" He asked her. He needed a place to say. They were about to kick him out of the Hostel if he didn't come up with some money.

"No, I have roommates." She said. Though it took her awhile to remember. Her hand continued to work between her legs.

"Guys or girls?" he asked her. It took her several moments to realize he'd asked her a question. Her hand was moving vigorously now, thinking of his cock penetrating between her legs. Riding up and down, hovering at the top. Impaling herself on him... Oh yeah a question.

"Both. One of each. Oooh. Marty, I need you."

"Shhhh. Only answer my questions. Nothing else. You only spoke when spoken to. Understand slave?"

Slave? Why did that word excite her? Slave, slave, slave she thought to herself. Rhymes with crave. Crave, crave, I crave cock she thought to herself. She felt drunk on desire and need. It felt so good. So good to please Marty. If only he would let her stop answering questions and let her take him into her mouth. She craved to suck his cock; to deep throat his penis almost to his balls. To roll the head in her mouth, sucking the sweet liquid from the tip.

"Now Heather, I want you to stop touching yourself. I want you to slowly come back to consciousness. And you will not remember anything. Not remember any of this until I call you slave girl. When I say slave girl you will drop back deep into this trance. This wonderful state of relaxation. When I slave girl you will return to this sweet submission. Do you understand?"

"Oh yes. Slave girl and return to sweet submission. Sweet submission" she singsonged. Oh she felt drunk. Drunk and high and so relaxed.

"Good. Very good. Now come back, come back to consciousness. Come back, and wake up. Feeling less relaxed and more awake. More awake but still suggestible. You still like agreeing with me. Being near me. Waking up, waking up. I'm counting from 1 to 5 and at 5 you will wake up. One, waking, two more awake, three, four, and five."

At five her eyes opened. She glanced around wildly for a second. Had she been asleep, why did she feel so relaxed. "Marty?"

"Heather" he said softly, gently "I think you need to get some more sleep. You nodded off for a second, right in mid sentence. Do you want me to walk you home?"

"No" she said "I'm fine. I'd rather stay here."

He shook his head. "No, I think you'd rather go home. You need to go home. Don't you agree?" No she didn't. She wanted to stay, didn't she? Why was she nodding her head.

"Sure" she said. Why did she say that. Why did it feel so good when Marty smiled at her? Good, he was pleased she agreed with him. That made her feel good. Of course she wanted to go home. She was tired. And Marty had suggested it. Marty was so cute. And she felt so nice when he smiled at her.

They walked to her apartment Marty's arm nestled around her waist. Her hand snaked around his waist and she had odd, stray thoughts about letting her hand drift into his pants. To rub his penis, his cock with her hand. To feel it stiffen at her touch. To touch the soft skin of his navel. To run her fingers through the soft downy hair of his happy trail.

At her apartment she detached herself. She inserted the key and opened the lock. Inside her roommates were watching t.v. snuggled together on the couch. That was right. They'd asked her to stay out late tonight and let them have the place to themselves. Oh well. She couldn't get very upset about forgetting for some reason.