Date Night [pt. IV]

The rest of dinner went by fast. After you’d texted Sharon, she’d hurried back to the table. Keeping in mind that you’d had Dayna forget she was hypnotized, you invoked Sharon’s trigger to convince her that it’d be for the best if she didn’t bring up Dayna’s trance at all. As always, Sharon’s eyes had glazed over for a minute or so as her soft, wide-open brain absorbed your words like a sponge. Then she’d blinked, smiled, and told you what an amazing, considerate man she thought you were before leaning over to plant a hungry kiss on your lips. Her foot had brushed against your leg then as she stared at you with those sapphire “fuck me” eyes and kept leaning over in her seat, teasing you with the tops of her big pale breasts. You’d almost ended dinner right then and there to take her back to her house and fuck her.

But you’d held off. You were in no rush, and this evening was supposed to be your first outing as a couple, and you wanted everything to be perfect.

It hadn’t taken long for Dayna to notice Sharon’s return, and she’d come back with your appetizers and eagerly took your orders for dinner. You opted for filet mignon and Sharon ordered chicken marsala.

Dayna herself had changed markedly since you’d first met her. At first, the twenty-something or thirty-something woman had been rather cold towards you, her glacial eyes staring at you suspiciously when she’d caught you checking her out. After you’d hypnotized her, it was like she saw you as a completely different person. While you and Sharon were ordering your food, she’d stood inches away from you, her big bubble butt so close to nudging against your arm.

You couldn’t help but notice how Dayna smiled almost dreamily every time you spoke, particularly when you were addressing her. She’d actually laughed when you made a joke that you didn’t think was particularly funny. Sharon had joined her readily, and for a moment you just stopped to marvel at the fact that you’d gotten two beautiful women to laugh at something you said.

Dinner itself is delicious. Sharon had surprised you when she’d asked if she could try some of your filet mignon, and you agreed if she let you try some of her chicken. Ultimately, both of your plates which had been presented to you with an almost artistic flair had ended up a mess as both of you had taken half of your meals from the other. When Dayna came back and saw it, she’d smiled and said it was “kinda cute.”

A couple of hours later and you and Sharon have long since finished your food. You’d mutually decided against getting dessert. While the food here is expensive, the portions are very generous.

Dayna delivers the bill almost reluctantly, as if she doesn’t want you to leave. She’s standing next to you again, and this time her hip does brush against your arm.

You look up at her.

“You guys were amazing. I really hope you come back soon,” she says. Her ice-blue eyes gaze at you warmly before flicking over to Sharon.

You know Sharon well enough to know she’s definitely noticed some of Dayna’s changes, but she makes no indication of it that you can see.

“I have a feeling we just might,” Sharon says, grinning. “Thanks for all your help tonight.”

Dayna nods.

“It’s no big deal. I’m just doing my job." She glances over at another table, something catching her eye. She looks back at the two of you. “I’ll be back in a minute. Is there anything else you guys want?”

“No thanks, we’re good,” you say.

Dayna visibly relaxes, like she’s just settled into a hot tub with the water at just the right temperature. She’s been doing that a lot since you spoke to her during her trance. She nods at you.

“Got it, see you in a bit.”

She saunters off, her rear swaying delectably as she walks. She stops at a table around twenty feet from yours and exchanges words with the diners there. Every thirty seconds or so she looks up and her eyes find you.

You smile at her and she returns it.

Sharon reaches her hand across the table to clutch yours, drawing your eyes to hers.

“Do you see what I mean, John?” Sharon asks.

“Hm?” You blink. What’s she talking about, exactly?

She smirks.

“If you show a friendly interest in someone, they might just reciprocate." She gives your hand a squeeze.

Understanding dawns on you.

“You’re talking about Dayna, right?” you ask.

Sharon raises her eyebrows as if to say, “as opposed to who else?”

“Yeah, she’s nice." You nod in agreement. “It was cool that she opened up a little about herself after we started asking her questions. I usually don’t think to do that with people. I just stay quiet. I don’t know why.”

“You just need to have a little more self-confidence,” Sharon says.

You raise your eyebrows. “I’m sitting across from the hottest woman in the room. Of course I’m confident.”

Sharon giggles cutely.

“Flatterer. You may think that’s going to get me into bed with you, but you’re wrong.”

“Oh?” You keep your face composed to try to hide your disappointment. Does Sharon really plan on not sleeping with you tonight? You thought for sure she’d been eye-fucking you all night.

She smiles and clutches your hand with both of hers.

“What’s going to get me into bed with you is your generosity and humility. That and you being the nicest guy I’ve dated in, well, since forever.”

Your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline.

“Seriously? I’m the nicest guy you’ve ever dated?”

Sharon stares at you, her dark blue eyes glowing with amusement.

“I just told you I’d have sex with you again and that’s what you choose to focus on?” She shakes her head disbelievingly, her lips curving into a fond smile.

“Yeah, well. No one’s ever really called me ‘nice’ before,” you say. Well, no one except Angela.

Sharon shakes her head.

“Well, I know that’s not true. I’ve been saying it for the last day or so, and I know that there’s probably plenty of people out there who know you and see you as the honest, kind man I know you to be,” she says.

You look away from her reflexively. God, you’ve had sex with four different women today. One of them was your own mother! And you’re blushing!

But damn. Today has been a long day, though. Not that you’re complaining.

“I just wish I had the money to pay for tonight. I feel like a loser,” you say, sinking slightly in your seat.

“Nonsense,” Sharon replies hotly. “I’ll take care of dinner, and any of our outings after this until you feel like you’re ready to do the same. With my job and the divorce settlement, I have plenty of money. Much more than I could ever justify spending on myself, so I don’t want you to feel pressured at all.”

She grabs her pocketbook and reaches inside, retrieving a silver credit card. She tucks it into the black leather booklet that holds the bill.

You feel something warm in your chest.

“So, you’re saying you’ll go on more dates with me?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” she answers. “Tonight was incredible. I feel like I can’t wait to do more things with you. Beyond what we did earlier in your house, I mean.”

“You mean when I fucked you in the bathroom while Tiffany was in the next room?” you whisper. And to think, that’s not even nearly the most outrageous thing you’ve done today. You wonder what Mom’s thinking now that she’s had time to adjust to the fact that the two of you had sex. It’s going to be interesting talking to her now that she’s had several hours to think about what happened. And Marissa. Damn, Marissa. You had sex with her in a movie theater bathroom. She’d taken your virginity. You’re set for dinner with her and her family tomorrow night, but you ought to give her a call or shoot her a text and see how she’s doing.

Sharon blushes, oblivious to your thoughts.

“John, not so loud!” She slaps your hand, but not nearly hard enough to be painful. “And you shouldn’t talk about that stuff in public.”

“Heh. Sorry.” You aren’t, and from the way Sharon narrows her eyes at you, you’re pretty sure she knows it.

Damn, she’s hot when she’s annoyed at you. Still, better change the subject just to be safe.

“Um, anyway, if it’s all the same to you, I’ll be working on getting that job as soon as possible,” you say. “I’ve got a few ideas of where to start applying so I should have a steady income stream pretty soon.”

With your power, finding a cushy gig should be a piece of cake. You’ll start looking into job opportunities the next time you’re at your computer. Ideally you want to try to find a business that is both well-off and owned by a (preferably hot) mother and have her set you up with a job that demands next to nothing from you and pays well. Or maybe you’ll find yourself a hot wealthy sugar momma who’ll happily suck your dick after she hands you thousands of dollars in cash. There’s really no end to the ways you can make money using your power in this new world. As you think about the future, you imagine a highway stretching infinitely into the future, with endless onramps and exits that have been created for you and you alone.

For the first time since you were a child, you’re excited about what the future holds for you.

“Hm,” Sharon’s hand clasps yours again. She’s still looking at you slightly angrily, but it seems more a show than anything else. A pretense. “Well, if you need any help typing your resume or cover letter, let me know, okay?”

You give her hand a squeeze.

“I will.”

She grins at you. You can’t resist staring at her breasts. They’re so big and perfect. Sharon’s smile widens and she moves her left arm beneath her breasts, squeezing more of her titflesh upward.

Apparently, you’ve reached the stage in your relationship where staring at Sharon's tits is not only acceptable, but something she encourages.

“Have you thought about which colleges you’re going to apply to?” she asks nonchalantly, as if she’s not currently giving you an amazing look at her breasts.

You shake your head.

“Yeah, sort of. With my grades, I think I can get into a lot of the schools I’m thinking about applying to. But I’m not sure if I’m ready to leave town yet. There's still a few things keeping me here." You give her a poignant look.

Sharon swallows.

“I… I see.” She gazes at you strangely. You’re not sure if she’s pleased or bothered by what you’ve said.

“Maybe I’ll go to community college and then transfer out in a couple years. I don’t know,” you amend. Honestly, you’re not sure if college is something you’ll ever want to do, much less need to. Though, your reasons are different from what they used to be. Before, you’d always lacked ambition. Sure, you’d tried in school and gotten good grades, but only because Mom would have made your life a living hell if you hadn’t. You’ve just never had an inkling of what you wanted to do with yourself.

You don’t remember ever really enjoying anything aside from reading, playing video games, and generally spending time by yourself. The times you’d hung out with Angela had been an outlier, but you’d enjoyed that as well, for obvious reasons. Perhaps that had been the first inkling of what would end up being your true calling.

Too bad there aren’t any careers you know of that’ll put you into regular contact with hot moms.

“How old are you, John? Nineteen?” Sharon says.

“Yep,” you confirm.

She nods.

“You still have plenty of time to make up your mind. But don’t take too long. Before you know it, you’ll be my age wondering where your youth went,” she says wistfully, furrowing her brows in thought.

You chuckle.

“Oh, come on, Sharon. You don’t look a day over twenty-five.”

She shakes her head, a hint of a smile ghosting over her lips.

“I told you; flattery won’t get me to do anything special for you.”

“It got you to smile. That’s special enough for me,” you say.

She stares at you for a long moment before looking around.

“Where’s Dayna? I’m ready to take you back home and let you do whatever you want to me.”

Your eyes widen. Holy shit.

You glance down at the bill, and an idea comes to you. You may not have enough money to pay for dinner, but there’s still a way you can show your appreciation to Sharon for the amazing night.

You take out your wallet and grab the one-hundred-dollar bill Mom had given you earlier. You set it on the table.

“Put that back. I told you I’m paying for dinner,” Sharon says, frowning.

“I know." You smirk. “That’s our tip for Dayna.”

Sharon’s eyes widen.

“But that’s a lot more than she’ll be expecting. Hell, our whole meal, **** included, wasn’t even two-hundred dollars.”

“Yep,” you say, nodding. You’re not particularly attached to the money. With your hold over Sharon, your mother, and your other women, getting them to give you money should be a piece of cake, to say nothing of what your plans for the future will entail. You’ll be damned if you’ll be the impoverished hermit who sits up in his room all day any longer. And besides, Dayna seems like she needs the money, what with her going to law school and somehow raising and providing for her two kids. It’s a no-brainer, honestly. Plus, it’ll be funny to see how she reacts.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Sharon says.

You nod.

“Yeah, why not? Dayna’s nice and she could probably use the money.”

Sharon arches a brown eyebrow.

“You’re not exactly cash-flush yourself,” she says.

Your lips curve into a grin.

“True, but unlike Dayna I have this really amazing and decently wealthy girlfriend who’s willing to buy me dinner and then let me do whatever I want to her afterward.”

Sharon smirks at you.

“Among other things." She lets out a quiet sigh. “Fine, if that’s what you want to do, I can’t stop you. I’m sure Dayna will appreciate it. You like her, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” you say. “She’s nicer than I thought she’d be.”

Sharon gives you a considering look. You recognize it. You’d seen it before a million times from your own mother when she felt you weren’t giving her the whole story.

“She is nice,” Sharon allows. “But I have a feeling your generosity might be motivated by something deeper than that.”

You scratch the back of your neck nervously. Suddenly you remember Sharon’s story of how her divorce ended. How her husband Doug had cheated on her repeatedly with a woman from his work.

Sharon squeezes your hand. “It’s fine. You’re allowed to like other women, just as long as those feelings don’t translate into action if you catch my meaning.”

You try not to let your expression change. You don’t bother lying, at least not fully. Sharon would see through it, and she very clearly is already convinced that you find Dayna sexually attractive. How could she not, after you’d ogled her on multiple occasions while Sharon was at the table with you?

“Sorry, Sharon. I know… I remember how you told me what caused your divorce. I didn’t mean to bring those feelings back,” you say, truly meaning it in your own perverse way. Soon, you’ll be eliminating her capacity to even see you being with another woman as cheating, and she’ll be happier than she’s ever been while she helps you fuck all her hot friends and patients.

She shakes her head.

“It’s no problem. I’m well over my ex-husband. I think I was before I even found out about the affair. I was fresh out of college when we married and over the years, we’d just… drifted apart. I don’t want the same thing to happen to us, so please, no matter what you’re thinking I want you to be honest with me. Okay?”

You frown.

“Even if being honest means telling you I think Dayna’s hot?”

Her lips curve upwards, surprisingly. Her blue eyes glimmer mysteriously.

“Especially then.”

The two of you gaze at each other for what feels like an eternity as you try to parse out what she’s thinking, but her enigmatic eyes give you no clues. You briefly consider invoking her trigger, but decide against it. This seems like the sort of thing that would be best figured out while she’s hypnotized.

“Okay,” you reply.

Sharon beams at you.

“Thank you!” she says, and bites her lower lip. Her voice grows husky as she continues speaking. “I meant what I said before. When we get back to my house, I’m going to show you how happy you’ve made me tonight.”

Your manhood stirs.

“I’m looking forward to that,” you say.

“I’ll bet you are,” she replies, waggling her used fork for emphasis. She skewers a singular remaining piece of chicken from her plate and makes a show of licking it slowly off the fork. Her eyes look into yours as she takes the chicken into her mouth and tilts her head upward to swallow.

Fuck.

Just then, Dayna returns to the table. The redhead’s eyes inevitably focus on you. Sharon shifts in her seat, but the smile never leaves her face. She nods at you, and you sigh mentally.

“Here you go Dayna." You hand her the booklet with Sharon’s card. She takes it with her right hand and holds it at her side. “And this is for you.”

You take the hundred off the table and hold it up.

Dayna’s eyes go wide as saucers and her face as red as her striking hair. She looks at the hundred and back to you and then back at the hundred again.

“No way. I can’t accept this! It’s too much.” She takes a step back, eyeing the hundred regretfully like she hates herself for denying it.

You reach out for her hand. She’s so stunned that she doesn’t even seem to register you pulling her back towards the table. You gently pry her fingers open and place the hundred-dollar bill there, and close her hand around it.

“Take it. It’s yours." You give her a gentle smile.

She looks down at your hand still holding hers and glares at you. “I-”

“If you don’t accept it, I’ll, uh, I’ll give it to one of your co-workers. Maybe even the hostess. She seemed nice. Would you rather she gets it or you?”

Almost reflexively, Dayna pivots in place to look towards the front of the restaurant, where the hostess is giving a sickeningly sweet smile to a well-dressed couple. Dayna clenches her fists and narrows her eyes slightly before turning towards you. Huh. Maybe there’s some bad blood between the two. You file that information away for later.

“Fine,” she lets out a heavy sigh. She gives one last look at the bill before stuffing it into her pants pocket. Her breasts wobble slightly in her outfit with her movements. “If you two ever plan on coming back here, I’ll make sure there’s a table open for you no matter how packed we are. Just ask for me when you call, yeah?”

“Thank you, Dayna. That’s very kind of you,” Sharon says, her eyes glowing with barely-concealed amusement.

Dayna shrugs ambivalently.

“It’s the least I can do. Not a lot of people leave a hundred-dollar tip on a bill like yours. Usually I have the opposite problem,” she mutters that last part. “I’ll go run the card now. Are you sure there’s nothing else I can get you before you go?”

You and Sharon shake your heads.

Dayna nods hesitantly, her eyes focused on you. You’re struck by how much her attitude towards you has changed since you met her. A lot of that is obviously due to the hypnosis, but you can’t help but feel like even if Dayna hadn’t fallen into a trance right in front of you, she’d have still left this evening with a better opinion of you than she started it.

Then she turns and walks away, her fists still clenched. She doesn’t turn around to look at you as you watch her disappear into another part of the restaurant. It’s just as crowded as it was before, perhaps even more so. The room has gotten a little louder now that **** has been allowed to run its course among the diners. You’re actually feeling a bit of a buzz yourself, having imbibed two glasses of the red wine Sharon had ordered.

“I get the sense she’s not used to people giving her things without expecting something in return,” Sharon says.

You face her, giving her a contemplative look.

“You think so? She looked more surprised than anything else.”

Sharon raises her eyebrows.

“She was, but did you see the way she almost recoiled from the money you offered?”

You pause, thinking back to Dayna’s reaction. Had she been afraid? That doesn’t seem right. As a waitress, Dayna should be getting tips all the time. She should be used to people handing her cash by now. There had to have been a few customers that gave her more than she’d anticipated, right?

“She wasn’t scared I was going to hurt her, was she?” you say.

Sharon shakes her head. Her breasts jiggle in her low neckline dress.

“No, nothing like that. I think for a moment she was afraid that you were playing a prank on her. That your offer might not be genuine,” she says, sighing. “I could be wrong, though.”

“Huh.” You sag in your seat. Damn, you hadn’t meant to make Dayna feel bad. You’d just wanted to do something nice, and like always you’d made a mess of things.

Sharon squeezes your hand again.

“Don’t worry about it, honey. It was sweet, what you did. I’m… I’m proud of you,” she says, leaning across the table slightly.

It’s impossible not to stare at her breasts. Rather than adjust her position or the way her neckline dangles precipitously low, she gives her chest a wiggle, an amused smirk spreading across her face.

“Really?” you mutter.

“I am,” she says. “You’re a good man. Thank you for treating me to such a wonderful night out.”

It’s your turn to smirk.

“It’s not over yet,” you remind her.

She laughs.

“You’re right about that. Damn, I can’t wait to get you alone-”

Dayna walks up to the table, and Sharon returns to sitting upright. Your waitress looks awkwardly between the two of you before handing the bill booklet back to Sharon, who takes her card out and puts it back into her pocketbook before signing the receipt.

While she does so, you look up at Dayna. She stares back at you.

“All right, you two are all set. Thank you so much for coming and…” Dayna swallows, looking uncomfortable even as you detect a hint of longing in her gaze. “...for being so generous. I really appreciate it.”

“Don’t mention it,” you grin at her, and scoot your set backward to stand up. Sharon follows your lead, immediately moving to your side. You turn to face her. “I have to go to the bathroom real quick. Why don’t you go get the car?”

Sharon nods.

“Okay, but don’t take too long." She flashes you an impish grin before giving you a quick peck on the lips. Her eyes are smoldering with lust as she chews her bottom lip.

Then she turns and walks towards the restaurant entrance, putting an exaggerated sway to her hips as she does so. Her juicy bubble butt, barely constrained by her tight dress, jiggles with her every step. She looks back at you over her shoulder, smirking as she catches you ogling her. Her wavy brown hair bobs slightly as she walks.

You notice quite a few of the male diners and some of the staff following her with greedy eyes, but she pays them no mind. She’s yours, now. You have a hold on her mind and heart that no man in this world could ever compete with.

Dayna abruptly clears her throat, and you realize that she’s moved closer to you, your bodies almost touching.

“Do you need help finding the bathroom?” she asks. You think you hear a hint of anticipation in her voice.

“Yeah, sure. If you don’t mind leading the way…” you say. You know where the bathrooms are, obviously, but when a woman as hot as Dayna offers to do something for you, saying yes comes naturally and easy to you.

Her eyes flutter for a moment. She gives you an easy smile. You return it, a spike of arousal coursing through you as your commands influence her behavior.

“Sure. Follow me." She starts walking towards the alcove in the wall you’d seen Sharon disappear into during dinner. You follow her immediately, and your eyes naturally focus on her ass as it jiggles and sways appetizingly.

She glances back at you to make sure you’re following, and you look up. If she’s noticed you checking her out, she makes no mention of it.

It’s hard to imagine that pretty soon you’ll have her eating out of your palm. You can’t wait.

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