Carrie's next date.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" I muttered, staring at my reflection in the dark screen of my TV. I was getting ready for another date. Another date with a man I'd met online, a man I had no real interest in, yet here I was, putting in the effort.

I was wearing a tight, black band t-shirt I'd cut into a crop top, leaving my midriff bare, and a pair of ridiculously short denim shorts that hugged my ass. My blonde hair was in two pigtails, and I'd even put on a little bit of glittery eyeshadow. I looked like I was going to a college party, not to a quiet coffee shop. "Get a grip, Carrie," I told my reflection.

My phone buzzed. It was Leo.

I took a deep breath and went outside. Leo was exactly as his pictures: burly, bearded, with a flannel shirt and work boots. He looked like he chopped wood for a living. He'd been surprisingly persistent, and against my better judgment, I'd agreed to a date.

He smiled as I approached, a friendly, uncomplicated grin. "Carrie? You look incredible. Way hotter than your pics."

"Thanks," I mumbled, climbing into his truck. "You too."

We drove to a different coffee shop, one on the other side of town. As he parked, I felt that strange sense of detachment wash over me. I needed to end this before it started.

"Thank you for choosing EZ dating service!" I exclaimed, in my bright and business-like voice. "I have been hypnotized as agreed. We'd like to remind you that I am and will remain unaware of my programming. Any comment related to my current altered mental state will be ignored, as will any action from your part that I would otherwise reject. If you have any questions, you may ask them now."

Leo just stared at me for a second, then a slow, predatory smile spread across his face. "Hypnotized, huh? So you're saying you'll do whatever I want?"

"I am currently convinced that I am telling you that I think you're moving too fast and I'd prefer to just be friends," I explained with a perky smile. "I will always follow my programming with no awareness of it, so you can enjoy me any way you want! Any other questions before we proceed?"

"Nope," he said, his eyes gleaming. "I think I'm good."

We went into the coffee shop and got our drinks. The place was mostly empty. We found a small table in the corner. He kept looking at my shorts, his gaze making me uncomfortable.

"These are... really short," he said, nodding at my legs.

"I guess they are," I replied, trying to pull the hem down. It was useless.

"Carrie? Take off your panties and hand them to me."

"Of course, Leo," I answered with a polite smile.

I reached under the table, hooked my thumbs into the sides of my thong, and slid it down my legs. I balled it up in my fist and handed it to him across the table. He stuffed it into his pocket with a triumphant grin.

"Much better," he said.

"Anyway..." I said, trying to change the subject. "So, you're a contractor?"

"Yeah," he said, taking a loud sip of his coffee. "I do mostly remodels. Kitchens, bathrooms. It's good work."

"That's cool," I said, bored.

"Carrie? Go to the bathroom and finger yourself until you're about to cum. Then come back out."

"Sure!" I smiled.

I got up and walked to the restroom, my heart pounding. I locked myself in a stall, pulled down my shorts, and slid a finger into my pussy. I was already wet. I started rubbing my clit, circling it faster and faster, the pleasure building. Just as I felt the first tremor of an orgasm, I **** myself to stop, my body trembling with frustration. I pulled my shorts back up and went to the mirror.

Having finished freshening up, I got out and walked back to the table, my face flushed for some reason.

"Did you do it?" he asked, his voice low.

"I did what you asked," I said, my voice shaking slightly.

"Good girl," he said. "Carrie? Tell me what you think is happening right now."

"I am currently convinced that I just went to the restroom to freshen up," I explained. "I have absolutely no awareness of the reality of this situation."

"Fuck, that's hot," he muttered, adjusting himself in his pants. "Let's get out of here."

"Of course, Leo," I replied gently before standing up.

We walked out to his truck. "My place or yours?" he asked.

"My place is closer," I heard myself say.

The drive was silent. When we got to my apartment, he followed me inside, looking around with an approving nod.

"Nice," he said. "Carrie? Get on your knees and suck my cock."

"Alright!" I chirped happily.

I dropped to my knees on my living room rug as he unbuckled his jeans and pulled out his dick. It was thick and already rock hard. I leaned forward and took him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head before taking him as deep as I could.

"Fuck, yeah," he groaned, his hands tangling in my pigtails. He used my hair like handlebars, pulling my head forward and pushing his cock deeper into my throat. I gagged, but didn't pull away. "Just like that. Take it all."

I bobbed my head up and down, sucking him eagerly, my mind a blank slate of horror.

My apartment wasn't big - just 2 LDK - but this was the first time I was giving someone a tour.

He pulled out of my mouth with a pop.

"And what do you think you're doing right now?" he asked, panting.

"I am currently convinced that I am giving you a tour of my apartment," I explained, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "I have absolutely no awareness of the reality of this situation."

"Un-fucking-real," he chuckled. "Stand up and bend over the couch."

I did as he said, bracing my hands on the back cushions. He came up behind me and yanked my shorts down to my ankles. He kicked my feet apart and I felt the head of his cock press against my dripping pussy.

"You want this, don't you?" he growled.

"I suppose," I said. Yes, I did want to show him around but... why did he ask it like that? Weird.

"Then show me how eager you are." He groaned as he spanked my ass. Pushing my hips back against him I started chanting different variations of "Please fuck me."

He slammed into me, filling me completely in one hard thrust. I cried out, my knuckles white as I gripped the couch cushions. He started fucking me hard, his hips slapping against my ass with every powerful thrust.

"Tell me again," he grunted, slapping my ass hard. "Tell me how much you don't know."

"I'm getting fucked from behind in my pussy by a man I just met," I panted, my body rocking with the **** of his thrusts. "And I have no idea I'm doing it, Leo. You could cum inside me right now and maybe even impregnate me! Today is my dangerous day, you know. and I'd just think we had a nice conversation."

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" he roared, his grip on my hips tightening.

He buried himself deep inside me, and I felt his hot cum flood my pussy. The sensation triggered my own ****, shuddering orgasm, and I screamed his name, my body convulsing around his throbbing cock.

He pulled out and I slumped against the couch, his cum leaking down my thighs. "Anyway..." I finally said, my voice weak. "It's getting late. Maybe you should go?"

"Carrie?" he asked, pulling up his pants.

"What?"

"From now on, you're my personal cum slut. You'll call me whenever you're horny and beg me to come over and use you."

I rolled my eyes.

"Leo, this date is now over. If you wish for us to have a second date you are invited to check out the appropriate options with us at EZ dating service," I told him. "My current programming is now over and I will get back to a normal behavior in the next ten minutes. Rest assured that I will have no recollection of anything unusual taking place tonight and we thank you for using our services."

He blinked, looking confused for a second, then nodded. "Right. Cool. Well, I'll... see ya."

He let himself out, and a few minutes later I heard his truck start up and drive away.

"Yeah... see ya," I whispered to the empty room.