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HypnoTV: Melrose Place
by MAW

MC/FF/Television

Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story depicts graphic acts
of sexuality. This is fiction. The hypnosis scenes are slightly
less than realistic, but then again, so's Melrose Place. Do not
attempt this at home. If you feel like it, seek help. 

I only caught on to Melrose Place by the reruns of E! I'm not up on
the new cast, and to tell the truth I don't really like any of the
current episodes. This story is set within the "glory days" of
Melrose, sometime in the middle of the 1995-1996 season. Also, this
is my first piece of erotica so if you have complaints, go easy on
me. I can only get better from here. 


 

1. ALISON AND AMANDA


     Amanda had had it. Alison had been a pain in the ass for a
while but now she was outdoing herself. Using injuries to back out
of work, sucking back up to Billy and the whole mess with her late
husband was driving her to distraction. And that meant her work was
suffering. And if work suffered, so did Amanda. It was time to lay
down the law and show Alison who was boss. Usually, she would just
bawl Alison out, but she had a different idea this time. An idea to
discipline Alison and gratify herself in the process.
     Amanda had set it up in advance. Billy would be out of town
and the office would be empty all night. It was simple to call
Alison in to go over a few files. Hopefully, there would be no
interruptions. As she waited, Amanda stroked the computer disk in
her hand. She had to call in a few favors for this, but it was
going to be worth it, no doubt. 
     When Alison came in, Amanda had her go over the client files
in the computer. She was happy to see Alison a little drowsy. That
would help with her plan. Amanda decided it was time to play the
ace.
     "Alison, this new client sent me a demo disk of his product,"
Amanda said, handling the disk. "Mind running it for me and
checking it out?" 
     "Sure," Alison said. She took the disk from Amanda, placed it
into the computer and began running it. Instantly, a multi-colored
pattern filled the screen. "What's this?" 
     It was all Amanda could do not to smile. "I think it's
supposed to be one of those Magic Eye message things. Just keep
staring at it. It'll become clear soon enough." Very clear.
     Shrugging, Alison watched the display. It was moving by now,
the colors shifting and spiraling. In the background, Alison could
vaguely see a spiral. But her eyes were drawn to the colors and
their patterns. She wanted to ask Amanda what the purpose of them
was, but the patterns were so enticing, she decided to wait. She
continued gazing at the screen. The patterns were shifting slightly
faster now. She would have to watch them more carefully. She had to
watch them carefully, after all. She didn't know why, but she had
to. Besides, the colors were so pretty. So very pretty. Her eyes
followed them, watching them shift and change, waves of light
coming at her. One wave after another. As soon as one wave was
done, another came. Alison had to watch carefully to see the
patterns. The patterns. The nice, soothing patterns. It felt good
to forget her troubles and relax. Relax. Just sit and watch and
relax. Forget her troubles and let go. 
     Amanda felt herself going wet. The disk was working perfectly.
Alison's face was becoming slack, her eyes, fixed to the screen,
growing glassy. The subminimal commands imprinted in the patterns
would be taking hold as well. Lowering Alison's inhibitions,
deepening the trance state and most importantly, instilling an
obedience to Amanda. Another minute, and Alison would be hers. 
     Alison was lost. Her eyes were concentrated on the screen, her
mind only accepting the soothing images she saw. She was feeling
relaxed now. So relaxed. It was nice to relax. It was right. It was
right. Alison let herself drift away and surrendered to the calm
she felt. With it went her will.
     Amanda couldn't wait any longer. "Alison?" she asked. She was
slightly hesitant, just in case something was wrong. 
     "...Yes...." Alison's voice was soft, her gaze still fixed on
the screen. 
     Amanda could hardly contain herself. "How do you feel?" 
     "...Good...Relaxed..." 
     "Yes, Alison, you feel very relaxed. It feels good to be this
relaxed, doesn't it. Would you like to relax more, Alison?" 
     "...Yes..."
     "You know that to relax more, Alison, you must obey me. You
must do everything I say. That relaxes you. That calms you.
Everything I say relaxes you. Doing everything I say feels good,
doesn't it?" 
     "...Yes..." 
     "Good. So what will you do?" 
     "Anything..you..say..." 
     "Stand up and follow me," Amanda ordered. This was tricky.
Diverting Alison's gaze from the display might backfire if the
trance wasn't fully instilled. She sighed with relief and desire as
Alison turned to her, her eyes still blank. Amanda led her to her
office. She closed and locked the door and turned to Alison. Alison
stood in the middle of the room, eyes staring at nothing. Amanda
bit her lip. Time to go for the gold. She stepped in front of
Alison and looked her straight in the eyes. 
     "Alison, look at me. Look at my eyes. Look deep. As you look
deeper and deeper, know that I am all that matters to you. I am all
that exists for you. You have no thoughts but what I say. You hear
nothing but me. And you desire nothing but me. Do you understand?" 
     "...Yes..."
     Amanda took a few steps backward and sat on her desk. "Do you
find me desirable, Alison?"
     "..Yes.." 
     "Have you ever dreamt about me?" 
     "...Yes..."
     "You want me, don't you Alison? You want to fuck me over and
over. You want to pleasure me and gratify me. Don't you?" 
     "Yes..."
     "Do as I say, Alison, and you can pleasure me. Will you?" 
     "Oh, yes.."
     "Take off your clothes, Alison. You must be naked to pleasure
me. Take them off." Hesitant at first, then with more feeling,
Alison began to strip. Her jacket top went first. Then the pants.
Removing her blouse, she stood in her white bra and panties.
"Continue, Alison. You want to gratify me, you must be nude. You
must gratify me, Alison. You want to, don't you?" 
     "...Yes.." Alison reached up and unclasped her bra. Amanda
nearly lost herself as she saw the attractive breasts come loose
and revealed in full glory. She grinned as Alison slid off her
panties and her darkish blond tuft was revealed. Amanda couldn't
stand it any more. She practically tore off her one-piece black
dress. She was nude underneath. She leaned back on her desk, her
arms outreached. "Come to me Alison. Come to me." 
     Mindlessly, Alison obeyed, moving forward until she had
reached the desk. Amanda took her gently by the neck and kissed
her. Hypnotized, Alison responded with slow deliberation, which
heightened the pleasure. Amanda lovingly slid her tongue inside
Alison's mouth as Alison responded with surprising passion. Amanda
moved a hand up to Alison's breast, squeezing it. They broke their
kiss, Alison moaning. Amanda turned them and placed Alison gently
on the desk. She straddled her, their cunts touching, which brought
another moan from the mesmerized Alison. 
     Amanda placed her hands on Alison's breasts and began rubbing
them gently. "Feel it, Alison," she almost whispered. "Feel the
pleasure I'm giving you. Do you want to give me that pleasure,
Alison?" 
     "..Yes.."
     "Then do to me as I do to you." Alison reached up and cupped
Amanda's breasts in her hands. She held one gently and rubbed it in
a circular motion while she squeezed the nipple of the other.
Amanda almost came but held it. Not yet. She squeezed Alison's
breast, hardening the already rigid nipples. She leaned down and
buried her face in between the luscious mounds, inhaling Alison's
scent, kissing the curves of her breasts. She worked her mouth
around the breast, finally coming to the nipple. She licked the
nipple with her tongue and loved the soft "oh" from Alison's lips.
She continued to kiss, moving down the curves of Alison's body
until she finally came to the mother lode. She paused for a moment
to enjoy the smell of Alison's cunt before going in. 
     All Alison's hypnotized mind could fathom anymore was the
wondrous pleasure Amanda was giving her. The pleasure was doubled
when she felt Amanda begin to lick her pussy. As Amanda worked her
tongue in deeper and deeper, Alison was lost in a world of
pleasure. 
     Amanda knew she couldn't hold it in much longer. She moved
herself up on the desk, straddling Alison until her cunt was right
above Alison's mouth. "Lick it, Alison," she commanded. "Lick it."
Alison unhesitantly stuck her tongue in and began working it. The
two women began to simultaneously eat each other out. 
     Since she had been holding it so long, it was no surprise
Amanda came first. As she felt her cum released, Amanda gasped. She
didn't have to look to know that Alison's was licking her cum off
her lips. It wasn't long before Amanda was rewarded as well. As she
swallowed the sticky liquid, Amanda congratulated herself on her
greatest conquest.
     Amanda took a moment to catch her breath before coming off the
table. "Get up, Alison," she commanded. Alison obeyed. "Put your
clothes back on." The two women redressed, Amanda taking a moment
to savor the sight of Alison's breasts before they were covered by
her bra. When they were done, Amanda led Alison back to the outer
office and sat her back in the chair. Alison's eyes were
immediately captivated by the patterns on the screen. Amanda leaned
in close, her mouth right by Alison's ear. 
     "Alison, listen to me. In a moment, I will turn off this disk.
The pattern will disappear. When it does, you will immediately wake
up, refreshed and relaxed. You will remember nothing of what has
occurred between us. You will not remember anything. You will
simply remember having worked on the files. You will remember
nothing else. What you will remember is that when I say the words
'trance disk' to you, you will immediately return to you trance
state and be subject to my will. Do you understand?" 
     "...Yes.." 
     Nodding, Amanda took time to give Alison a nice long kiss on
the lips. She then reached over and hit the Escape key. Instantly,
the screen went dark as Amanda removed the disk. Alison blinked,
clearness returning to her eyes and features. She shook her head,
as if confused. She looked back at Amanda, who smiled. "I think
we've gone over enough files for now. I'll see you tomorrow, all
right?" 
     "Uh, all right," Alison said. A small voice in the back of her
mind was nagging at her about something, but she couldn't place it.
     "Oh and Alison?" 
     "Yes?" 
     "Trance disk." Alison's eyes closed and her head slumped down
onto her chest. Smiling, Amanda reached down and gave her a nice
long kiss on the lips. "Dream about me, Alison," she whispered.
"Dream about me and what I can do to you." This was going to be a
long, fun ride.


2. KIMBERLY AND SYDNEY


     Sydney pulled up to the beach house, watched the sun set, took
a deep sigh and tried one last time to talk herself out of this.
She really didn't want to do this. It had been bad enough seeing
Kimberly when she was with Michael. The fact that the woman was a
nutcase didn't help. Oh sure, she may be out of the hospital, she
may be cured, but Sydney knew that part of the psycho still
remained. 
     So why had she agreed to meet the third Mrs. Michael Mancini?
Or second, depending on how you looked at it? She didn't know
really. When Kimberly had called her, her first response was to
hang up. Her second was to tell Kimberly to go to hell. But
something in Kimberly's voice intrigued her. There was something
there that Sydney had never heard from Kimberly before.
     Regret.
     As she waited for Kimberly to answer the buzzer, Sydney sighed
and hoped Jane would still be kind enough to throw her a nice
funeral when they found her body floating upside down under the
Santa Monica pier. 
     Before she could imagine her eulogy, Sydney saw the door open
and Kimberly standing before her. For a moment, the two women
stared at one another. As much as they'd hate to admit it, there
were definite similarities between the two. Physically, they were
both beautiful, each with fiery red hair and eyes and tempers to
match. Characterwise, they were both ruthless, cunning, cagy and
more than slightly off-balance mentally. Kimberly was wearing a red
dress while Sydney was wearing a black vest over an orange shirt
with orange pants.
     "Come on in before people think you're begging," Kimberly said
as she turned and walked into the house. 
     "Well, nice to see the electro-shocks have helped your
temper," Sydney remarked as she followed. The two went into the
kitchen, Kimberly taking two cans of beer from the refrigerator.
She tossed one to Sydney, who caught it reflexively. "Uh, since
when do you drink beer?" 
     "Since that bastard Michael began sucking back up to Jane,"
Kimberly replied. She walked over to the living room, slumping onto
the sofa and taking a huge sip of her beer. Sydney followed and sat
in a chair across from her. "You sure?" 
     Kimberly sniffed. "He's been sending her flowers, following
her, calling her and I'm convinced he's sleeping with her again."
     "Well, don't take this the wrong way, Kim, but haven't you and
Michael been separated since the big ka-boom?" 
     "Oh, like *that's* an excuse." 
     "Well, Kimberly, I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do. I mean,
feeling sorry for you isn't high on my list of options. After all
the shit you've pulled, you belong in prison or back in the loony
bin. I mean, you come back from the dead, steal Michael from Jane,
tried to run him over, tried to frame me and Jane for it, stole
Jo's baby and blew up the whole damn apartment building not to
mention all your petty little blackmail schemes."
     "Oh and you're the paragon of virtue? You stole Michael from
me after the accident, got into a pool brawl with Jane on your
wedding day, became a stripper and a call girl and you've got your
own little blackmail operation going. Don't be the pot calling the
kettle black, Sydney dear." 
     Sydney stood up, throwing up her hands. "You know, I don't
even know why I came."
     "You came because as much as neither of us would admit it,
we're a lot alike," Kimberly said getting up and crossing over to
Sydney. 
     Sydney rolled her eyes. "Kimberly, please. There's no need to
be insulting." 
     Kimberly held Sydney by the shoulders, facing her. "Sydney,
Michael Mancini is a lying, cheating, manipulative son-of-a-bitch.
He used you and me as long as he could and now he's throwing us
aside for Jane. Odds are, as soon as he sees something better,
he'll dump her and go there. Now, a year ago, I would have said the
hell with it. But my time in the hospital has changed my thinking.
I want to get him, Sydney. I want to keep him from Jane and me. And
I want you to help." 
     Sydney stared at her for a long moment before bursting into
laughter. "Kimberly, I wouldn't help you if you were up to your
neck in quicksand. In fact, I'd give you the final shove down.
Michael's your snake, now, Kim. Lie down with him." 
     Sydney turned to go, only to be stopped when Kimberly grabbed
her arm. "Listen, Sydney, I am trying to help both of us," Kimberly
hissed. "Can't you see that?" 
     "Let go." 
     "Make me." 
     Sydney shoved her, knocking her back onto the couch. Kimberly
shot up, her arms reaching for Sydney's throat. Sydney held them as
the two struggled. They moved down the hallway, each slamming the
other into the walls. They continued until they reached the
bedroom. They slammed together onto the closet door and fell on the
bed. They rolled around, Kimberly coming on top, pinning Sydney's
arms down. Heaving with breath, the two stared daggers at one
another. Then Kimberly shocked both of them by reaching down and
kissing Sydney on the lips. 
     Sydney's first instinct was revulsion. But as the kiss
continued, she felt an arousal sweep through her body. She returned
the kiss, entwining her tongue around Kimberly's. 
     For her part, Kimberly was equally surprised. Kissing Sydney
was a sudden impulse, one for which she was now grateful. The two
broke the kiss off and stared at one another for a long moment. For
the first time they saw each other not as rivals or enemies but as
kindred spirits. 
     Kimberly moved up and pulled off her dress. A pair of lacy
undergarments were underneath. Sydney moved to remove her vest, but
Kimberly stopped her. "I'll do it," she said in a husky voice. She
undid the buttons on Sydney's best, slowly but deliberate. Sydney
kicked off her shoes and helped slip Kimberly's off as she
continued to be disrobed. Getting off the vest, Kimberly helped
Sydney slip out of her shirt. Sydney had no bra. "I love the
natural look," Kimberly said as she placed her mouth on one of the
hardened nipples. 
     "Actually, I can't afford a bra," Sydney sighed as she felt a
wave of pleasure grow in her chest. She moaned as Kimberly began
sucking the nipple like a new-born baby. As soon as she was
finished with one, she moved to the other. It had been a long time
since Sydney had felt such pleasure. It felt wonderful. She held
Kimberly's head to her breast and urged her to continue. She didn't
have to look down to know that her panties were beginning to stain
through her pants. 
     Kimberly finally finished her breast-sucking and stood up. She
removed her bra and panties, which came off with a slipping sound.
For the first time, Sydney didn't hate Michael for having Kimberly.
She envied him. Kimberly reached down, undid the button on her
pants, hooked her fingers into pants and panties and in one fluid
motion, pulled them off, resulting in an involuntary giggle from
Sydney. 
     The two women moved up onto the bed, on their knees, facing
one another. "Have you ever done this?" Kimberly asked. 
     "Yeah," Sydney replied. "But not for a while." 
     "Let's make up for lost time," Kimberly said as she pulled
Sydney close. The two kissed, this time taking their time with it.
They embraced each other, feeling their breasts rub against one
another. Sydney broke away and moved down Kimberly's body. She came
to her mound and turned onto her back. Kimberly turned and
straddled her, her pussy over Sydney's mouth. Sydney reached up and
began massaging Kimberly's breasts as her tongue went to work.
Kimberly threw her head back, a wild smile on her face, her tongue
licking her lips. If she had known lesbian sex was this good, she
would have tried it before. She gasped as she came, both from the
orgasm and from the tightening of her breasts as Sydney's hands
closed. 
     Moving off, Kimberly allowed Sydney to get up. They kissed
again, Kimberly licking her own cum off Sydney's lips. They lay
down, Sydney on the bottom. As they continued to kiss, Sydney took
one of Kimberly's hands in her own and moved them down her body
until they reached Sydney's cunt. Methodically, Sydney placed
Kimberly's fingers inside her lips and began rubbing them. Kimberly
grasped the idea immediately and began massaging Sydney's cunt.
Moaning, Sydney drew Kimberly into another kiss. They held it as
Kimberly's fingers continued their work. Sydney felt Kimberly's
teeth bite down on her lips as she came. She didn't even feel the
pain, her pleasure was so complete. Exhausted, the two women
slumped onto the bed, drawing breath. 
     "That was incredible," Kimberly whispered. 
     "Yeah," was all Sydney could say. 
     Kimberly suddenly laughed. Sydney stared at her. "What's so
funny?" 
     "Oh, I was just imagining the look on Michael's face if he saw
us here." 
     Sydney thought for a moment then burst into laughter. "Oh,
god, I'd give anything for a camera for that!" 
     Kimberly looked at her. "This is going to change things, you
know. Between us." 
     "How do you think we should handle this?"
     "I say in public we continue the hating each other. In
private, we fuck like minxes."
     "You got a deal," Sydney said, sealing the pact with a kiss. 
     "So, you did this before, huh?" Kimberly asked. "Anyone I
know?" 
     Sydney paused, uncertain if she wanted to continue. Taking a
deep breath, she answered. "Jane." 
     Kimberly couldn't have been more shocked if Sydney
spontaneously combusted. "JANE?!" she shrieked. "Your sister? Ms.
Goody-Two-Shoes Righteous herself? How the hell did that happen?
How'd you talk her into it?" 
     "Well, I didn't exactly talk her into it," Sydney sighed. "I
hypnotized her." 
     Kimberly was positive she hadn't heard correctly. "What?" 
     Sydney lay back. Consciously or not, she began caressing one
breast as she explained. "I was fifteen and my hormones were in
overdrive. I'd heard about how good a woman was and I wanted to
test the theory myself. Jane was available."
     "But how?"
     "Oh, I read a couple of books. I'd been interested in it for
a while. I did it when our parents were out one Friday. I had this
portable strobe light and I told Jane I wanted to test it. I had
her look at it while I fired it up. Once I had her attention, I led
her through an induction. She went under faster and deeper than I
expected. I ate her out and then woke her up." 
     Kimberly was amazed. "And she didn't know?" 
     Sydney shook her head. "Didn't remember a thing. I left myself
a post-hypnotic trigger to send her back in when I wanted to. I did
it a couple more times before she left for college." 
     Kimberly shook her head. "Sydney, I think you just left me in
the dust as far as conniving schemes go." 
     "Thanks. I think."
     A look of concentration came over Kimberly's face. "Syd, is
this trigger still in effect?"
     Sydney shrugged. "Far as I know." She peered at Kimberly.
"Wait a minute, what are you thinking?" 
     Kimberly lay back on the bed. "I'm thinking of a way to get
Michael to forget Jane once and for all. And drive him crazy doing
it." 
     "I'm all ears." 
     Kimberly told her her plan. It was Sydney's turn to look
incredulous. "Jesus, you think that'll work?"
     "You're the hypnotist. You tell me." 
     Sydney paused and thought. A wicked smile came to her face.
"It might," she said. "It just might." She looked back at Kimberly.
"Well, if I'm going to hell, it might as well be whole-hog." 


3. SYDNEY AND JANE, SYDNEY AND JO 

     It was late morning when Sydney returned to the apartment
building. Thankfully, no one there was keeping regular tabs on her
so her absence over the night would be missed. After formulating
their plan, Sydney and Kimberly had made love twice more. Leaving,
Sydney had stopped at a gift store to pick up the two items she
needed. A surge of excitement moved through her, rivaling the night
before. She was going to enjoy this so much. 
     She walked to Jane's apartment and lightly rapped on the door.
Jane opened it. Her short blond hair shook along with her head when
she saw Sydney. She was wearing a loose t-shirt and a pair of black
slacks. "Syd, I'm due at the studio in a couple of hours. I don't
have time to deal with you. Go away."
     "Jeez, all I wanted was to show you something," Sydney said,
giving a quick glance in either direction to make sure no one else
was around. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small,
pen-like object. Bringing it up and fingering a switch, she played
a strobe light right into Jane's eyes.
     "Sidney, what're you..." Jane's voice trailed away as her eyes
glazed over and her features went slack. Sydney grinned. It had
been years but the post-hypnotic trigger still worked. Now for the
setup. 
     "Let's go inside, Jane," Sydney said in the same calm and
clear voice she had used when she had led Jane to her clit all
those years ago. Obediently, Jane backed away, letting Sydney into
the apartment. Sydney closed and locked the door behind her. "Sit."
Jane sat down on the couch, her eyes staring blankly at the wall. 
     "Close your eyes, Jane. And listen to my voice." Jane closed
her eyes, sinking deeper into her trance. "Jane, you are aware of
nothing but my voice. You have been in this state before. You know
how much you enjoy it. You know that listening to me and doing
everything I say relaxes you and pleasures you." 
     "..Yes.." Jane whispered. 
     "Now, Jane, I want you to relax and listen to my voice. As you
listen, I want you to remember what it was like the last time you
were in this state. Do you remember, Jane?" 
     "..Yes..," Jane answered, a slight smile on her face as she
remembered the pleasure Sydney had given her. 
     "Yes, you do. Now, Jane, I am going to count ten to one. When
I reach one you will leave this trance state but you will go into
a regular sleep. In this sleep, you will remember what it was like
to have me pleasure you. However, when you remember this, you will
not seeing me, you will be seeing Jo. Do you understand that?" 
     "..Yes..Jo.."
     "Yes, Jane, you will see Jo. And you will think of Jo
pleasuring you and you pleasuring Jo. You will awaken from this
sleep when the alarm rings. When you awaken, you will not remember
my coming here. You will remember your dreams of Jo and you will be
filled with the urge to make those dreams reality. Do you
understand?"
     "..Yes.."
     "Good. Then listen to me. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Think of Jo
now, Jane. Six. Five. You are feeling very relaxed and sleepy.
Four. Three. You are drifting into a nice, deep sleep. Two. Almost
there. One." 
     Sydney stood up and watched the results. Jane slumped down on
the couch, her breath coming out evenly. Sydney wanted to stay and
watch. She knew that in a few moments, Jane's thoughts would turn
to being ravished by Jo. The masturbation would be worth it, but
Sydney had another errand to attend to. She set the alarm clock to
wake Jane up in an hour. She would remember nothing more than a
short nap with an erotic twist.
     Leaving the apartment, Sydney took a moment to steady herself.
As always, seeing her sister hypnotized and under her power gave
her a rush. She could feel a slight dampness between her legs.
Well, hopefully, that would soon be satisfied. 
     Taking the stairs two at a time, she came up to Jo's
apartment, fingering the second item in her pocket. One down and
one to go. Knocking on the door, she took a deep breath to prepare
herself. 
     Jo opened the door. Her brown hair framed her attractive, if
always pensive, face. She was wearing a bathrobe, a fact that
excited Sydney more. Apparently, she had just gotten up. That could
help. "What do you want, Syd?" 
     "Uh, hi, sorry for coming this early but Jane wanted me to
come and talk to you about the shoot tonight." 
     Sighing, Jo opened the door to let Sydney in. "Make it quick,
okay?" 
     Sydney followed her into the apartment, waiting until Jo took
a seat at the table before sitting next to her. "Jane wanted me to
ask you if you wanted this accessory for the shoot." Sydney reached
into her pocket and pulled out a golden locket attached to a chain.
She held it in front of Jo's eyes, slightly above her line of
sight. Jo looked at the locket and shrugged. "Makes no difference
to me." 
     "Are you sure? Look closely," Sydney asked as she began to
gently swing the locket. "Take a good, long look at it. Closely.
Keep gazing at it." Jo fixed a still-sleep gaze at the locket.
Sydney felt herself grow more excited. "That's right, Jo, keep
looking at it. Look at it closely. Watch how it shines whenever the
light catches it, how it swings, left to right, left to right. Just
keep watching it." 
     Jo's eyes were now firmly fixed to the locket. Already, she
was blinking. Sydney knew she had her. She continued to speak in a
soothing, monotone voice. "Just keep watching the locket, Jo. It's
so relaxing just to watch it. Watch it swing and shine, swing and
shine. Follow it and let yourself relax. It feels so good to relax,
to sleep. As you watch the locket, you feel yourself growing more
and more sleepy. Just watch it swing and shine, side to side, left
to right. Let yourself feel more and more sleepy." 
     Jo's eyes were half-closed, her breathing even, her eyes fixed
onto the swinging locket. "Sleepy, Jo, you feel so sleepy. You can
barely keep your eyes open. As you watch the locket swing, left to
right, swing and shine, you feel more and more like going to sleep.
You want to sleep, Jo. You need to. You want to. Close your eyes,
Jo. Close your eyes and go to sleep. Sleep. Sleep deeply."
     Jo's eyes fluttered close. She sat in the chair, one hand
lightly resting on her lap. Sydney placed the locket onto her lap
and took Jo by the hand. "Come with me, Jo. You can trust me. You
want to do as I say, don't you. Doing what I say makes you feel
good, doesn't it?" 
     "..Yesss.." Jo whispered as she let Sydney lead her to the
couch. "Lay back on the couch, Jo. Lay back and relax. Listen to my
voice. Listen to me. Be aware of nothing but my voice. You are in
a deep and relaxing sleep. It feels good to sleep like this.
Listening to me makes you feel more secure and relaxed. Doing
everything I say makes you feel good and relaxed. Now lie back on
the couch with your feet propped up flat on the pillows." Jo
obediently lay back on the couch, legs bent, giving Sydney a
beautiful view of her clit. 
     Sydney moved onto the couch, kneeling just in front of Jo's
prone form. She slowly moved her hands up until they reached the
breasts. She placed her hands under the robe and began massaging
Jo's breasts. "Feel what I'm doing to you, Jo? Feel the pleasure
this gives you?" 
     "..Yes.." 
     "Good. Then continue to massage them yourself. And as you
massage, feel the pleasure in yourself grow and grow. And as you
massage your breasts, you will be aware of a feeling of even
greater pleasure. Pleasure I am giving you. As you feel this
pleasure, think of Jane doing this to you. Think of Jane giving you
pleasure and release. Think of how much you'd love to have Jane do
this to you. Think of Jane and think of the pleasure you are
receiving. Jane and pleasure. Jane and pleasure." 
     "..Jane..pleasure.." Jo whispered as she began massaging her
breasts. Sydney watched as Jo rubbed her breasts, stroking the
nipple and smoothing a palm over the breasts. Sydney smiled as she
leaned down and placed her head underneath Jo's robe and right
between her legs. 
     She began slow at first, quick stabs of her tongue, gauging
Jo's reaction. She then placed her index finger into Jo's clit and
began rubbing it. Jo gave a moan of ecstasy. "Yes, Jane. Yes.."
Smiling, Sydney continued to rub at Jo's lips, feeling the juices
come more frequently. She placed her tongue underneath the mound,
ready. It didn't take long. Jo's juices exploded onto her tongue.
A gasp from Jo echoed with Sydney's. She could feel her own juices
set free. 
     Sydney removed her head and stood back up. Jo lay under her,
exhaustion on her features. Leaning down, Sydney gave her a kiss,
letting Jo lick the juice off her face. Getting back to her feet,
Sydney looked down at Jo. "Jo, listen to me. In a moment, you will
hear the door close. When it does, you will wake up. You will not
remember my being here or anything that has occurred. You will
remember only that you fell asleep and had an erotic dream about
Jane. You will remember the dream and the feelings it brought out.
And when you see Jane again, you will have an overwhelming urge to
bring that dream to life. Now, listen for the door to close. When
it does, you will awaken and remember nothing but the dream."
Sydney turned, walked to the door, and firmly closed it.
     Sydney walked back to her own apartment and went inside.
Falling back onto her bed, she shucked off her jeans and panties.
Soaked from both today and the night before, Sydney knew her
panties were due for one hell of a washing. Grabbing the phone, she
dialed the beach house. "Kimberly? It's done."
     "You sure this will work?" 
     "Trust me, they'll be exposing a lot more than film tonight.
Got the camera set?" 
     "Yeah. Both of them." 
     "Both?" 
     "One for the studio, one for the beach house. If you think I'm
going to miss Michael's reaction, you're nuts." 
     "No, you're nuts. And this is the proof." 
     "Cuckoo birds of a feather, Syd." 

4. JO AND JANE

     It was late when Jo finally got back to the studio. The
assignment at the beach had taken longer than she expected. She
hated the bitchy model types. Sighing, Jo was walking towards her
photo lab when she saw a light on in the studio. Usually, everyone
had gone home by now. Curious, Jo opened the door to see Jane
working on a set of designs at her desk.
     Jo bit her lip, unsure of how to proceed. Since that wild
dream that morning, she had been filled with thoughts of Jane. She
wasn't sure why. She wasn't gay, but somehow, an attraction to Jane
had become overwhelming. She was confused. Part of her wanted to
leave, part of her wanted to go in and confess. She debated for
another minute before she went in. 
     The studio was bare at the moment, only a few tables set up.
Most of the lighting and props had been taken for the beach shoot
and Jo became conscious of how large the room seemed. Gathering up
her courage, Jo politely coughed. 
     Jane jumped and turned around. "Oh, Jo! God, you scared me!"
     "Sorry," Jo said. "I didn't expect you to be working this
late." 
     "I needed to finish a couple of designs," Jane said, turning
away so Jo wouldn't see the look on her face. The turmoil in her
feelings had been brought back to the surface. Since her dream that
afternoon, she had been dreading this moment. Dreading it but also
waiting for it. 
     "Mind if I look?" Jo said, leaning over Jane's shoulder. Jane
was conscious of the heat between them. She hoped Jo didn't see her
hands trembling as she flipped through the sketches. 
     "I like that one," Jo said, placing a hand on one of the
sketches. Her fingers touched Jane's. It felt like a shock of
electricity. For a moment, the two remained frozen, looking at the
hands. Slowly, Jo caressed Jane's hand. She took hold of it and
brought it to her lips. As Jane watched in fascination, she kissed
the palm. She then began licking each of the fingers, one by one.
Jane bit her lip and closed her eyes. When she opened them, Jo's
face was an inch away from hers. The two gazed at one another, then
kissed. 
     The kiss was hotter than either of them expected. They twisted
their tongues together, tasting each other. They broke off the kiss
only as long as it took for Jo to pull off her sweater. Then they
were at it again. Jo ripped off Jane's blouse sending buttons
flying. She cupped one breast and felt Jane groan in pleasure. They
simultaneously unhooked each other's bras and let them drop to the
floor. 
     The two straightened up and briefly broke apart. As one, they
moved to remove their jeans, then panties. They stood face-to-face,
nude, taking in each other's beauty. The hair on Jane's mound was
as short and blond as her head. The curves on her thin body gave a
new meaning to the term hourglass. Jo was a bit bulkier, but in a
good way. Her breasts were larger and more full. Jane lightly
rubbed one as they stared at one another. 
     Jo backed Jane towards one of the empty tables. Without even
asking, Jane hopped onto the table. She leaned back, inviting Jo
in. Jo accepted. She got onto the table, hovering over Jane. She
leaned down and kissed Jane, deeply. Then she moved her mouth down.
She let her tongue drag down Jane's neck before coming to the
breast. She kissed one nipple, then the other. She continued to
move down, finally reaching the clit. She placed a finger inside
and began to massage it. 
     Even though she knew that this was her first time, Jane still
had the feeling that this was familiar. But then, she had felt
fingers in her pussy before. Just not another woman's. She groaned
as she felt her friend's fingers work themselves in deeper. This
was even better than she dreamed. The ecstasy was flowing through
her body, emptying onto Jo's fingers. She came, her cum exploding
in a burst that Jo caught in her palm. 
     Jo was a quick learner. She took the cum-soaked palm and wiped
it along Jane's breast, feeling the nipples tighten under her oily
touch. She moved onto the table, pulling herself up on Jane's body.
She leaned down, allowing Jane to touch her breasts. Jane buried
herself in between them for a moment before hurriedly kissing them.
She went wild, showering each breast with dozens of kisses, the
longest and wettest on the nipples. Jo could already feel her
juices flowing. 
     Jane pulled herself down the table, her feet hanging over the
edge. She licked Jo's belly before moving to her pussy. Placing a
hand on each of Jo's breasts, she let her tongue go to work. Jo
sighed as she felt her breasts harden, Jane's hands expertly
squeezing and massaging her tits. if Jo didn't know any better,
she'd swear Jane had done this before. Jane's tongue continued to
dig into Jo's clit, going as deep as she good into Jo's womanhood.
Jo felt herself grow in ecstasy as Jane's licking continued.
Finally, her juices gushed onto Jane's tongue, where they hurriedly
licked away. 
     The two women continued to make love, moving from the table to
a sofa to the floor. They continued for almost two hours, each
orgasming a half-dozen times. In their excitement, neither noticed
the red-haired figure gazing at them from a window. One hand held
a video camera. The other was stuck inside a pair of jeans,
furiously moving. 

AFTERWORD

     The reaction Michael received to the tape was better than
Sydney and Kimberly had hoped. He actually suffered a seizure upon
seeing it. Kimberly and Sydney spent many a night enjoying the
varied expressions of horror on Michael's face. 
     Jane and Jo continued their relationship for a time. However,
the hypnotically induced attraction soon wore off. They each
drifted away to new boyfriends--and new girlfriends. None were
exactly high-caliber. 
     Amanda continued her rise to the top of D&D, with Alison her
slave. At least once a week, Amanda would entrance Alison again and
use her to her pleasure. Amanda would also occasionally "lend"
Alison to certain clients to seal a deal. Amanda was not kidding
when she called Alison her "indispensable item." 
     And Sydney and Kimberly? Well, our voluptuous vixens found
themselves, much to their surprise, to be falling in love. Sydney
taught Kimberly how to hypnotize people and the two soon had no
trouble finding partners to gratify themselves. 
     A few months later, the two took a vacation to New York. One
day they happened upon a coffee shop named Central Perk. And they
made a couple of new.....Friends. 

     Any guesses as to what the sequel's going to be?

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