Fucking the hitwoman

John smirked at Connie. "Was just wanting to go see if I could mingle a bit."

Connie gave a seductive smile. "Why mingle when you have me?"

She pushed him on the bed, then drew her knife.

"What the?" John asked.

"Sorry, Johnny boy," Connie said. "Boss wants his money."

John panicked, the quickly put the glasses on as they were the only thing he had with him.

Connie stood stiffly at attention, her eyes glazed over.

"Holy shit these worked!" John said. " I guess that guy wasn't crazy after all. Okay, Connie, get rid of your weapons."

Connie obeyed, slipping her utility belt off and tossing it aside.

"Now," John said. "Fuck me."

They ended up fucking on John's bed, Connie's hypnosis not breaking a bit. He inserted into her pussy, and other than heavy breathing and moaning on her part, she stayed mindless.

After he orgasmed, they cleaned up and John ordered Connie to redress.

"You work for me now," John said. "There are dozens of celebrities on this yacht, I noticed. Bring them all to me, one at a time."

"Yes, sir," Connie said as she mindlessly walked off to get John hos first celebrity ****.