Hypnocock - Part 2

Hypnocock - Part 2

Key: MD, MC, MF, Hu

Description:  Yeah…it’s pretty much exactly what you're thinking. Enjoy!

Cover Image made by HeroineArtAi

So where was I? Oh yeah, it had been about two weeks since the party where I discovered that I had a rather…magical member? I was trying to come up with a catchy name for it but I’m not really good at that sort of thing. I had done a lot of research online, and despite getting a head full of images I’ll never unsee and a new appreciation for the intricacies of the porn community, I was no closer to finding anything that would help me understand what had happened that night. A part of me wondered if it wasn’t just a gag planned by the girls to see how I would react. But if that was the case, and knowing them, they would have teased me about it by now, and so far they had been completely silent. Even Ruby, who I’d kind of, shall we say, spent more time with that evening. Which made me think that it was why they weren’t bringing anything up, because Ruby was afraid it would hurt her reputation. I’ll be honest, I was confused, frustrated, strangely angry, and, admittedly, a little depressed.  

And then things got better…just before they got worse. Allow me to explain. 

Hypnocock - Part 1

Hypnocock - Part 1

Key: MD, MC, MF, Hu

Description:  Yeah…it’s pretty much exactly what you're thinking. Enjoy!

Cover Image made by HeroineArtAi

I backed myself up against the wall. I was as far from her as I could get and it still didn’t feel far enough. The look of malicious control in her eye told me she knew she had the upper hand, and she was enjoying the precarious situation she had put me in. As I leaned back against the wall, she placed a hand next to my head and leaned in. I could feel the tip of her knife pressing into the side of my neck. 

"So, Mr Sterling…” She began in a thick, Eastern Bloc accent. “Did the evening go as you planned?” She smiled sadistically as she slowly slid the knife down my neck and along the buttons of my shirt, popping several of them off on the way down. Another man might find this situation exciting…but I’ve never really been one for excitement. Or the sight of blood. Least of all my own. 

I did my best to keep my composure and avoid eye contact, but it’s hard to avoid looking at someone who is less than six inches from your face and sliding a combat grade, stainless steel blade down your stomach. “I have to admit…” I started, failing to hide the tremor in my voice, “some things seem to have gone slightly off course.” 

"Funny.” she said, leaning back as the tip of the knife scraped along my belt buckle, leaving a scratch in the finish and creating a rather unpleasant sound. “This evening has gone exactly how I planned. Right…down…” she paused as she hooked the tip of her blade into the hole of my zipper, “to the tiniest…”  Pausing again, she expertly used the blade to unzip my pants. “of details.” She gazed into my eyes with an icy stare and a satisfied smile as I felt the cold steel slide into my pants, skillfully twist around, and remove my manhood from my pants. “Even this…tiny detail.” she said smugly as she looked down. She assumed this would be her moment of leverage, her trump card. Instead she discovered that I had my own form of…leverage. 

Of course for any of that to make sense I should really start at the beginning. My name is Sterling. Maximilian Sterling. Code name…Hypnocock. But I wasn’t always a spy. My real name is Jeremy Pritchard, and it all started one night about five years ago in college, at a party that a friend of mine, Ruby, was throwing. Being the helpful and socially awkward guy that I was, I agreed to go pick up some pizza as a way to get out of the party and have some time to myself. And to be helpful, of course. For a small party of less than ten people, we had ordered eight pizzas for some reason. Ah, the metabolism of a college student, those were the days. Anyway, I had managed to stack all eight pizzas in one pile and carried them in without an issue, until I got to the apartment door and realized I didn’t have a key. After kicking the door a few times it finally opened and I was greeted with great fanfare from my friends, who seemed just as happy to see me as they were to see the food arrive.

As soon as the door closed however, I found myself, almost instantly de-pantsed, And not just my jeans, because that would have been embarrassing enough. No, my dear best friend had managed to grab my pants and boxers in one swift motion and yank them both down to my ankles. Exposing…well everything. Given my shyness the situation was already less than ideal, but now I had to decide if I wanted to drop nearly one hundred dollars worth of pizza or remain unwillingly on display for my friends’ entertainment. Since I was hungry, I chose the latter. 

In my embarrassment I failed to notice that, although the five males in the group were all hysterically laughing at me, the three females in the group, Ruby, Lauraine, and Michele, were all just…staring. Not gawking or admiring, not even laughing, just…staring blank faced down at my…umm…my manly bits. 

Now I know what you're probably thinking, I must be hung like a horse right? Well that's the thing, I’m not. According to the medical staff at the agency I’m…well, average. When most people hear a story like this they think of a gigantic, porn-star sized log that, if you really think about the anatomy of the average human, would make you stop and wonder “how exactly does that fit?” But no, that’s not me. I’m average in just about every way. I’m not particularly good looking, not muscular or athletic or even particularly tall, just…average. Maybe even a little nerdy, if we’re being honest. But here I was, being stared at by three beautiful women, and no one, not even me, seemed to notice at the time. 

Fortunately for my therapist's sake, my friend was kind enough to take the pizza boxes from me and let me pull my pants back up. He even apologized while the rest of the guys all thanked me for being a good sport and even refunded my portion of the pizza bill. After all, free food is always a nice perk. But the girls…the girls just seemed to be kind of dazed. Zoned out. Once my pants were back up they were able to snap out of it, somewhat, but the rest of the night they seemed to be in a kind of daydream. Thinking back on it, they were all sneaking glances or just outright staring not at me, but at my groin. It was a little unsettling and embarrassing, to be honest. 

And it didn’t go unnoticed by the others either. Michele had a boyfriend who was getting more than a little annoyed that she kept just staring off into space. Fortunately he wasn’t the brightest and never bothered to follow her eye line to see where exactly she was staring. The others made a few comments that Ruby and Loraine also seemed to be off in their own world, but once the game came on the guys were oblivious to anything but the score and the cheerleaders. 

After the game was over and the pizza was gone, the guys decided they all wanted to go to the bar and get plastered. Something about needing to wash that horrible game from their minds. I wasn’t really paying attention, can’t imagine why. I was going to go with them but before I could agree, Ruby grabbed my arm and whispered “Stay” into my ear. So I told the guys I wasn’t feeling well and that I was going to use the bathroom, then head home. Michele and Lauraine also declined, and the guys went on their way.  

The door had barely closed behind them when I turned around and noticed all three girls just standing in front of me with the same dazed expressions on their faces. “Can we see it…?” Michele asked with an almost zombie-like tone to her voice. At that point I wasn’t sure what she wanted to see and just stared back at them in confusion. 

Finally, Ruby made the first move and took a step forward, moving her hand along my groin and starting to unzip my jeans. “I think I speak for everyone.” she started, somehow managing to sound both completely relaxed but still sexy. “We need to see it.” she whispered as I felt her hand slide into my jeans.  

Remember when I said I was socially awkward and a nerd? This was the first time a girl had ever been in my pants, and…I was shaking. Violently. I stepped back and, well, as her hand came out of my jeans…uh…so did I. 

I was about to zip back up when I really looked at all three girls for the first time and noticed that they were just… staring. They weren’t giggling, they weren’t smiling, they were completely slack jawed as they stared at…my member. While I was standing there, equal parts confused and embarrassed, I noticed that their bodies almost looked like they were relaxing. Their arms were hanging limp at their sides, their shoulders were slumped, and they still had the same blank expressions on their faces. You really don’t understand how unusual that was for them, they always had to be moving, laughing, or posing in some way. They were the kind of girls that looked like they could be models and strutted around even on their way to the bathroom. I also couldn’t help but notice that if I moved, they would follow, and their eyes never left my groin. It was still unsettling, but also weirdly fascinating. 

When I asked if they were ok they replied, in unison, with a very quiet “yes.” But when I asked what they were doing they didn’t answer, almost like they didn’t understand either. As an experiment, I covered my manhood with my hand and noticed that some life returned to their eyes as they blinked and looked around. At first they seemed confused, like they couldn’t remember what they were doing. Hell, for a few seconds it looked like they couldn’t even remember where they were.

“Are you ladies ok?” I asked, genuinely curious. 

“Fine.” Ruby said with her typical flirty smile. 

“Why wouldn’t we be?” Michele asked, equally as flirtatious

“Why are you covering your fly?” Lorraine asked curiously, pointing at my groin.

Out of near embarrassment I moved my hand, completely forgetting that I was still sticking out of my jeans. The effect was almost instantaneous as three sets of eyes locked onto my member, while their faces went completely blank. It really was interesting, I swear! 

So, again, remember how I said I was a nerd? I admittedly experimented with this for quite some time. I noticed that if they just got a glimpse of it, they were only lightly dazed and really wanted a longer look. But if they stared at it long enough to really relax and get all slumpy and zombie-like, usually within a minute, when they woke up it was almost like they’d forgotten seeing it. They were relaxed and rather compliant at that point, but they wouldn’t remember anything that had happened!

The nearest I could figure was that this was something like hypnosis. After a few more, um, experiments with the girls that night I also determined that if I touched them, with my um…member, that the touch would make them very…I don’t know if aroused is the right word. Maybe more like smitten? Like they just had to be close to me. They seemed a bit more open to suggestions at that point, too, but I couldn’t really make them do anything too complex. At least not like I could after they had woken up from staring. I might have also suggested they take their shirts off and not notice. Just to see if it would work! Which it did. 

I learned a lot about myself that night, and even more about the three of them. Intimate things, deep things. While they were in their trance they would tell me anything and everything I wanted to know. Fantasies, fears, hopes, dreams, you name it! I also learned that Ruby, especially, had a bit of a crush on me. Unfortunately I also learned that she had absolutely zero intention of acting on that crush because, although It was perfectly fine to have a dorky, shy friend, dating a dorky shy friend was out of the question. It would destroy her social status on campus. This kind of…crushed my ego. So I pulled out my newly discovered secret weapon and stood there for several minutes, thinking, while they slowly blanked out. I wanted to make sure that they were all deep enough to forget, after all, I didn't want anyone remembering I had this power. When I was sure they were completely blank, and wouldn’t remember, I gave Michele and Loraine a suggestion to go back to their own apartments and sleep, then to wake up the next morning having completely forgotten everything after the boys left for the bar. To my great relief, they simply stood up and left. They didn’t even seem to wake up.

This, of course, left me alone with Ruby. And there was something I had to know. I asked her, if she could do…something with me…and no one ever found out…would she. And then I waited an excruciatingly long thirty seconds until she said “yes” in that same far away voice. 

So I stepped up to her and kissed her. Of course this blocked her view, but it didn’t matter, since she was close enough to already be under its spell. The crush she had on me made it very easy for her to forget about her social standing…for one night at least.

You’d think that finding this kind of power would make you more confident and outgoing…and you would be wrong. Although I did find myself wanting to test my powers. You know, accidentally brushing my groin against a girl in the library as I try to squeeze past her, only to see her switch from shy and reserved to warm and flirty. Or to stop by a female friend's dorm or apartment and simply drop my pants once I got inside, then watch her zone out. You would think I’d do that, and maybe even you would do that. But holy shit am I a coward! 

So I did what anyone in my position with severe social anxiety would do: I googled it! 

For the love of god, never ever google “hypnotic penis!” The things I saw I will never, EVER leave my brain. No amount of drugs, alcohol or head trauma is ever going to wipe those images away. Needless to say my search was a bit fruitless. But, I did manage to attract the attention of some very bored nerds at the NSA. For those of you who are not in the know, the NSA stands for National Security Agency or, more specifically, for Never Say Anything. You would think that the government wouldn’t give any credence to a person trying to figure out if it was normal to have a male member with hypnotic powers, but you should never underestimate what the government will waste time and your tax dollars looking into. And, apparently, I was interesting enough for them to want to conduct a little experiment of their own.  

To be continued…

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this! If you have any comments I would love to hear them! You can follow more adventures at Spirals Nightclub! You can also find bonus content on my Patreon page!

Hypnocock - Part 1
Hypnocock - Part 2
Hypnocock - Part 3
Hypnocock - Part 4
Hypnocock - Part 5
Hypnocock - Banter file with Sleepygirl (Patreon Exclusive)

Pamper Party - SHR

Sleepygirl and her friends attend a little Pamper Party with some rather hypnotic items, but is there a more nefarious plan at play here?

[NOTE: These are actual emails written by SleepyGirl, who was hypnotized to have a fantasy/dream while she slept, and then send me a description of it. You can find out more details HERE! ]

Cover Image made by HeroineArtAi

To: Sleepyhypno <Sleepyhypno@Gmail.com>
From: Sleepygirl <REDACTED>
Date: 2-15-20XX
Subject: Pamper Party gone wild!

So I don't know if it's because I've had the last few days off and slightly more energy, or...well, I don't know what another reason would be, actually. But I had a dream last night that was super vivid and also fairly xxx rated as far as my dreams go. Also, I almost just typed zzz rated and I find that really entertaining given the context of my dream. 

Anyway, as much as I'm not a fan of Valentine's day this one seemed to fit the theme. I was in a hotel room with a handful of friends at one of those parties. You know the type, catered to women with a variety of…accessories available. Of course this was themed around Valentine’s Day and toys for couples, etc. The hotel room was larger than I expected,  with two beds and an attached seating area with a few chairs,a couch and a coffee table. There were chocolates to sample and roses scattered throughout the room, with various toys on display, as well as lingerie, perfume and champagne. We were all sitting around and talking, pointing out things we'd like to try or were too embarrassed to even think about trying like a set of handcuffs and a blindfold. 

While we were talking, Jill stood up and made her way over to a small table that had a variety of chocolates setting on it. She picked a few up, still continuing to talk with everyone else as she popped one in her mouth. As she did, though, she stopped in mid sentence while her eyes rolled back into her head and she let out a sensual moan. We all giggled at first, thinking she was just exaggerating how good the chocolate was, but as we kept watching her hands slowly started to slide down her chest. She stopped at her breasts and began squeezing them for a few moments before she started to unbutton her shirt, dropping it to the floor and leaving her in her bra, which her nipples were pressed against by that point. She kept eating the chocolates that were left in her hand and it seemed as though the more she ate, the more aroused she became. With every piece she ate her moans became louder and deeper as it sounded like she was getting closer and closer to orgasm. Once I was able to look closer at her, though, I realized there was an almost glazed look in her eyes as she continued eating the chocolate. The rest of us only watched in confusion as she, basically, became a horny bimbo before our eyes. Once we all realized what kind of effects the chocolate was having on her, we decided to let her be the guinea pig. For now. 

The rest of us shook our heads as we tried to process what we’d just seen. Meanwhile,  Cheyenne stood up and walked over to a table where some of the accessories and toys were laid on. She stopped in front of what looked like several plastic cupid arrows and I looked over just in time to see her pick up one of the bows and arrows and fire it at Erikka, completely without warning. But as I watched the arrow I couldn't help but notice it shift and change into a laser. It hit Erikka in the shoulder and a trickle of energy moved across her body, creating pink sparks and crackles as it did. Her eyes widened in surprise for a split second before she was able to let out a gasp, but as soon as the energy trickled over her she began swaying on her feet until her eyes fluttered closed. I thought she was asleep on her feet until they opened again with the same glazed look, the only difference was that her irises had turned completely pink. Erikka locked eyes with Cheyenne and looked as though she’d instantly fallen for her. Meanwhile, Cheyenne looked like a deer in the headlights as Erikka seductively walked up to her while the rest of us watched and giggled. In one swift movement, Erikka pinned Cheyenne to the wall and gave her a flirty smile before leaning in to kiss her deeply and passionately. As Cheyenne stood there, stunned and not really responding to the kiss, Erikka's hands began sliding over her body next, trying to strip off her clothes piece by piece. Finally, Samantha stood up and made her way over to the table where several different colored arrows still sat. She picked up a green one and aimed it at Erikka, firing and watching as, again, it changed from an arrow to a laser. As the beam hit her, her body trickled with green energy as she jolted in surprise but didn't break her kiss with Cheyenne. Of course since she didn't do that, some of the energy transferred to Cheyenne in the process, and as I looked a little more closely I saw some of the energy trickling over Cheyenne's body. As the energy began affecting Erikka, her eyes started fluttering as the kiss between the two of them weakened, until finally she broke it only because her body was getting too weak to stay upright. Cheyenne looked at her, dumbfounded, as her eyes crossed and rolled into her head and the two of them sank to the floor, collapsing on top of one another. Erikka had landed first, falling against Cheyenne’s legs before toppling over to her side on the floor. Next to her, Cheyenne sank down the wall to her knees and fell forward on top of Erikka. The two of them made…quite the scene. 

With the two of them unconscious, the rest of us turned to one another, trying to make sense of what we'd just seen. In the meantime, Jill had wandered over to a bouquet of roses and gathered them up, and was making her way over to us. With a ditzy smile and a giggle, she stopped in front of Laura and Samantha and offered both of them a rose. They seemed hesitant to take them at first and so she pulled one out and waved it under both of their noses, making a comment about how good they smelled. As it passed under their noses, though, a light mist was released from the center and as they inhaled, its effects hit them almost instantaneously. The two girls wobbled on their feet for a moment as their eyes fluttered and glazed over, both of their bodies going rigid as they both stood at attention and stared ahead at Jill. She just giggled at them and asked what was going on with them. Of course, neither one responded and continued staring at her with blank, empty eyes. When she saw they weren't going to answer, she got an almost disappointed look on her face as she pouted and said that she was hoping the two of them would get naked. On cue, both girls began slowly removing their clothes. Jill giggled again and grinned at the two of us, making her way over and pulling another rose from the bouquet. Klaire reached out and tried to take the flowers from her, only to be hit with the mist from the one that Jill had pulled out. She was in the middle of reaching for it when all of a sudden her body kind of jerked for a second, a look of surprise crossing her face before she just…relaxed. Her arms slid down to her sides and she stood up straight, jaw slack and eyes vacant as she stared ahead with an empty look on her face. Jill waved it in front of her again for good measure and told her that was a naughty thing to do as the effects took hold of Klaire. She swayed on her feet as she inhaled more of the mist, eyes rolling up into her head for a moment as she stood there and stared at Jill, just as dazed and compliant as the others. Before I could make any movements toward Jill, the rose was near me next and I felt everything in my mind slowly turning off as I began swaying on my feet. My arms hung limp at my sides as I stared ahead at Jill, eyes glazed, with the same empty expression and not a thought in my mind.

The door to the hotel opened as Jill put the roses down on the table with a giggle, two men walked inside and instructed her to follow them as they took us to a larger hotel room down the hall. In the room was a party full of men, and as Erikka and Cheyenne were laid on a couch the rest of us were taken to a separate group of men and paired off. Jill made her way to a corner of the room with a man and began making out with him as he stripped off her clothes, while Klaire and I were ordered to strip. Once we were naked, a man moved in front of me and began sliding his hands over my body with a smile, as several others did the same to Klaire, Laura and Samantha. He pulled me over to an oversized chair where he instructed me to give him a lap dance as he groped my body. I slid onto his lap and began kissing him as he squeezed my breasts and I began to undo his pants before kneeling down in front of him while he slid his cock between my breasts. Of course it wasn't long before I was giving him a blow job, next. Before he climaxed, he pulled me up into another passionate kiss and pushed me down onto a nearby bed where he slid between my legs, then turned me over so I was riding him deep and hard until we both orgasmed. Nearby I saw Klaire giving another man a blow job from her seat on the couch while Jill and Samantha were being fingered by several other men off in another corner. Once the man was done...enjoying me, I felt another man slide up behind me and begin kissing my neck. He pulled me up and turned me around to face him and began kissing me, pulling me up and bending me over the bed as he took me from behind, while the man i'd just finished fucking knelt in front of me and began teasing me with his cock. Soon I was giving him another blow job while the other man rocked into me until they both came at once. Before I even had a chance to register what was happening next, I felt a laser from one of the green arrows hit me as my body began trickling with energy. Around me, everyone else was being hit at the same time and were falling to the ground, one by one, until we were all completely unconscious. Everything around me was fading into nothing as my vision blurred and I swayed gently, my head tipping forward and hitting the cock of the man who I had just been in the middle of giving a blow job. Finally, my eyes fluttered shut and my body fell forward against him as the men all picked us up and carried us to empty beds or couches, not bothering to redress us of course, and let us sleep off the effects of the arrows. 

Like I said, this was a little kinky and more on the side of naughtiness than I'm used to in my dreams. Not that I'm complaining, of course...sometimes you need kinky, sexy dreams in your life. Anyway I hope you enjoyed it, which somehow I'm sure you did, but now it's time for me to forget. 

Thanks to Sleepygirl for doing the editing for me. [and in the case of this story, writing it]

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this! If you have any comments I would love to hear them! You can follow more adventures at Spirals Nightclub! You can also find bonus content on my Patreon page!

Featuring: Jill, Erikka, Samantha, Cheyenne, Laura, Klaire, Sleepygirl

 

Hypnotic Zombie Attack - Hypnosis Log

Hypnotic Zombie Attack - Hypnosis Log

Key: MD, MF, MC

Description: Sleepygirl volunteers to help me write a hypnosis script… about being attacked by a zombie that hypnotizes her into being a zombie herself. I might have left that part out. 

This script was used to create the real hypnosis fantasy video Hypnotic Zombie Attack

Cover Image made by HeroineArtAi

Sleepyhypno: 11:24 PM

alright disclaimer... trance, mindlessness, log, public, Woo Woo Woo, yee haw?

SleepyGirl: 11:24 PM

aye aye cap'n

Sleepyhypno: 11:25 PM

close enough =cp

SleepyGirl: 11:25 PM

(it's yes for everyone playing the home game :cP)

Sleepyhypno: 11:26 PM

heheh, eh, i doubt anyone the reads these cares, they are just here to see the girl get knocked out.

SleepyGirl: 11:26 PM

happy to oblige either way :c)

Gassed at the Theater - SHR

Sleepygirl and her friends take a trip to movies, but will they actually stay awake long enough to see the film? 

[NOTE: These are actual emails written by SleepyGirl, who was hypnotized to have a fantasy/dream while she slept, and then send me a description of it. You can find out more details HERE! ]

Cover Image made by HeroineArtAi

To: Sleepyhypno <Sleepyhypno@Gmail.com>
From: Sleepygirl <REDACTED>
Date:2-13-20XX
Subject: Gassed in the Theater

This kind of got pushed to the side while I was working on things the last few days. In any case maybe you were right about more dreams popping up now that I've got more free time. If this and the other one I had a few days ago, which I'll get to at some point, are any indication. Anyways, enjoy!

[Hypnotists Note: The reason more dreams popped up now that she was free was that we had more time for me to hypnotize her. It’s funny how that works out sometimes isn’t it?]

So in the dream I was standing in the lobby of a movie theater with some of my friends, if I remember correctly it was Eve, Laura and Jessy. The theater itself was large enough for everyone to not be crowded together, but still small enough to be able to see across the lobby and all of the people milling around. It was the in-between period of the evening, where people were starting to come out of movies and everyone else was waiting to go in. Which, in general, meant a lot of people were congregating in the lobby, talking and buying overly expensive food. The four of us were talking with one another as we tried to kill time, but mostly we ended up watching all the various types of people that were congregating around us. In the middle of that, though, I did happen to notice a few people that I recognized. Jill was following another group that was coming out of a movie and had stopped in the lobby, and Klaire was with another small group that looked like they were waiting to get into their own movie. Meanwhile, the group of us watched everyone come and go as we continued talking and waiting to go in and relax in the theater. They were all still roped off while they were cleaned so we had extra time to wait. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed some men move away from an arcade, or more of a game room really just because of the size, and into the lobby, splitting off into small groups as they did. It didn't really seem odd at the time since there were already a few groups scattered here and there. If anything, I assumed that maybe they were bored and just wanted to get back to their friends. 

One of the men headed toward the direction of the group Klaire had found herself with and began talking to one of the girls in it. While they were talking I noticed him glance down at his watch, also not something I really thought twice about, before reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a small canister of some kind. He was able to keep her engaged in the conversation easily enough while he rolled the can around in his hand, while she gave him the occasional curiously annoyed glance. Finally she must have asked him what he was holding, which made him grin as he held up the can. That didn’t ease her confusion and she continued giving him the same semi-annoyed look. The next thing I saw was him pushing a button on the top of the can as a thick white cloud of gas emerged from it. As the gas enveloped her face and she opened her mouth to speak, the effects instantly took hold and her eyes fluttered shut. Her body sagged as she slumped to the floor, unconscious. I didn't notice the reaction from the rest of her group, instead I found myself watching the other men I'd only first noticed a few minutes ago while they moved through the groups in the lobby, striking up conversations with those who hadn't been paying attention to what had just happened. Nearby, another man moved near the front door toward the group that Jill was standing with, but instead of moving toward the people, he walked over to the fan that was near one of the doors, circulating warm air throughout the lobby. As I continued watching, he casually adjusted the fan, almost looking as though he was a staff member trying to fix it, and pointed it toward the group. Once the fan was pointed in their direction, I watched as he crudely attached the can to the back of it and taped down the button to release the gas once it was secure. As he backed away from the fan, a steady stream of gas blew through the blades and vents - straight at Klaire and the others she was with. Klaire was the first to turn away from the conversation, and as the gas blew past her first and then into her face, her eyes rolled up into her head as she swayed for just a moment and fell to her knees. The rest of her body toppled over a moment later as she slumped to the ground, breathing softly but completely unconscious.

One of the other girls in her group turned around just as she gently landed on the floor, the stream of gas wafting past her face as she did. From where I stood it looked like she'd avoided it, but apparently I was wrong as a moment later she was on the ground herself and asleep next to Jill. I turned my attention away from their group as Eve, Laura, and Jessy had started to move into the hallway and toward our theater. As we walked down the hall I watched as another girl, who I realized was Jill, stood talking to a man who appeared to be showing her something with a flirty smile. When we passed by I saw it was just a watch, and I assumed the two of them knew each other until I heard a small hiss followed by a soft gasp. I turned my head in time to see a smaller, concentrated, stream of the gas come from the watch on his wrist and shoot directly toward her. She leaned back against the wall as it hit her, eyes closing, and started to slide down the wall little by little. She was only stopped by the man's arm sliding around her waist, holding her upright to keep her from hitting the floor but also copping a feel as he did so. I tried not to make it obvious that I was staring and caught up with the others as we finally entered our theater.

The theater was surprisingly still empty when we sat down, so much so that the four of us were the only ones in there. We sat down and went back to our conversations until I noticed it felt rather warm in there. Not in an unbearable way, but still just enough to be a little uncomfortable. Just as I noticed this, two men walked into the theater. In the dim lighting of the room, they didn't look like any of the others I had seen in the lobby, and were also wearing staff shirts, so I didn't think anything of it. They approached the four of us and smiled, and as I was about to say something to them one of them held out a small hand held fan (the ones that spin when you press a button, sometimes they have water bottles attached to create a mist too). When I gave an obviously confused look he explained that they were working on a problem with the air conditioning and were giving these out until the problem was fixed, and then handed each of us one. Before we could say anything else they smiled again and walked away while the four of us just looked at each other and shrugged. As they started showing trivia on the screen, I saw Laura looking over hers and pressing the button to make it spin. I went back to the trivia, hearing Jessy and Eve do the same with theirs, mostly to keep themselves entertained. After a few more minutes I started messing around with it myself out of boredom, and as I pressed the button on the fan I felt a blast of air hit my face. But as soon as it hit me I felt myself getting dizzy and sluggish. My body weakened and slumped back against my seat, and I had all I could do to keep my head upright. My eyes were barely open, but somehow I quickly managed  to glance over at everyone else. Even through half lidded eyes I could see Eve and Laura slumped against one another, Laura’s head resting on Eve’s shoulder as both of them barely hung on to their fans. Next to them, Jessy was fast asleep as well, head tipped back and mouth hanging open ever so slightly as her fan rested in her lap. The last thing I saw as my eyes slipped shut were two figures moving up the stairs and toward our seats.

The rest of it is kind of fuzzy, I was vaguely aware of being carried somewhere and felt up along the way, then made love to before I finally came to. When everything came back into focus I was back in my seat. I looked around, noting that Eve, Laura and Jessy had the same looks of confusion on their faces and that their clothes were more than a bit disheveled, too. All while the credits of the end of the movie were rolling up on the screen. Sorry a lot of it was kind of fuzzy, it's been a hectic week and apparently I didn't do too well at keeping track of things, in any case I hope you enjoyed it! But now it is time for me to forget!

Thanks to Sleepygirl for doing the editing for me. [and in the case of this story, writing it]

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Featuring: Eva, Laura, Jessy, Klaire, Jill,  and Sleepygirl