Go after Courtney

Ally’s eyes darted between her sister and her boyfriend. Why was Courtney so insistent on tipping the hypnotist? Whatever the reason, it didn’t seem right to Ally. Courtney was her sister and Ally had to protect her, even if it disappointed Ryan.

“Babe, do you think Courtney’s acting funny? Could that be from the hypnosis?”

“Maybe,” Ryan said with a pause. “You can give posthypnotic suggestions that last, so I suppose it’s possible.”

“Hey! She’s just walking off. Courtney, get back here,” Ally said, pulling away from Ryan and grabbing her sister by the arm.

“What’s the big deal?” Courtney asked with a huff. “I just need to go thank her for hypnotizing me.”

“No. No, I don’t like this. I think we should go back to our place and keep you away from her.” Ally could see the hurt flash in her boyfriend‘s eyes. She knew he wanted some alone time when they got home, but she couldn’t abandon her sister. Ryan would have to understand.

***

Ryan sat in an armchair in his bedroom and buried his head in his hands. Ally had grown frustrated with the circular conversation and left him to figure it out as the so-called hypnosis expert. Hypnosis fetish aside, Ryan wanted to spend tonight in bed with Ally, not interrogating a college student.

Courtney sat on the edge of the bed, nervously fidgeting, and glancing towards the door. “Can we go back to the fair now? I just really need to thank Esmeralda for hypnotizing me. You know, give her a good tip?”

“Yes, I know. That’s the sixth time you’ve said that, but we’re not going back.”

“Will I have better odds on the lucky seventh time?”

“No,” Ryan growled. If he could wrap this up quickly, the night may still prove salvageable, but he was making no progress. “You’re sure you don’t remember anything she said while you were waking up? No suggestions? No commands?”

“Nope. Just a profound sense of gratitude welling up from deep inside me, everything else is hazy. Now can we please go back to the . . .”

“No,” Ryan cut her off. This was bad. He was getting nowhere and slowly. Memory loss could be common after trance, but that didn’t make his job any easier. If only there were some way he could help her to remember. “Wait…”

“I’ve been waiting all night.”

You’re not the only one, Ryan thought to himself. “You can’t remember because it happened while you were in trance, but what if I could bring you back there?”

“You mean like hypnotize me? Can you do that?“

“Yes and no. I mean sort of. I mean, theoretically. I mean, I’ve certainly watched enough videos. If this works, I might be able to root out whatever suggestion she gave you.”

“If I let you try and it doesn’t work, can we go back to the fair?”

“Yes, sure, fine whatever. Now I need you to pay attention and follow my instructions carefully.“

“Kay.”

That was a start. Courtney would cooperate with what he said. Now what should he say? He had never done this before and really didn’t know where to start. He could have her stare at something or focus on her breathing or count backwards. Then it came to him. “I know! Just hold your arm straight out in front of you.”

“Like this?” Courtney asked, extending her slender arms like a sleepwalker.

“Yes, like that. Now close your eyes and imagine a big bunch of balloons tied around each wrist, just like you did at the show.”

Sure enough, Courtney‘s wrists began to twitch and slowly her arms lifted into the air. She was suggestible. Ryan felt a similar lifting motion in his pants, watching her follow his instructions, but he did his best to ignore it.“The more you imagine the balloons, the more real they feel, and the more real they feel, the stronger their pull.”

Courtney’s face had grown still and calm as her hands were passing her head.

“That’s it, Courtney. The higher they go, the more relaxed and peaceful you feel. It's like all your thoughts are drifting up and into the balloons.”

The boxspring squeaked as Courtney stumbled to her feet, pulled ever higher by the irresistible gravity of her own imagination. Her shoulders were fully extended now, stretching, and reaching and pulling her tank top taut against her tits.

“Tell me, Courtney, where are your thoughts right now?“

“In the balloons,” she drawled.

And just like that, Courtney wasn’t the only thing standing at full attention. Ryan rose, trying to adjust his pants in the process. It seemed to be working, but how to proceed? He tried to think of what would happen in the porn he watched and another idea came to him. “That’s right, Courtney. All your thoughts are in the balloons, every single one. In a second, I’m going to tap you on the wrist, cutting the strings to the balloons. When they float away, they’ll take all your thoughts with them, leaving your mind totally empty and obedient.

“Empty and obedient,“ she repeated.

Ryan gingerly tapped his girlfriend's sister once on each wrist. It wasn’t just her arms that fell, but her whole body that flopped limply against him. He hadn’t expected that, but scrambled and managed to pull her into a hug. Her face rested against his neck, soft lips, absently brushing against his exposed skin. Her chest rose and fell against his with the rhythm of her breathing. Suddenly, Ryan couldn’t remember why he’d ever been annoyed at Courtney. She was actually pretty cute, all things considered. He eased her back down onto the bed, but the old bedframe creaked as her deadweight slumped onto it.

“Everything going all right up there?” Ally called from downstairs.

“Yep!” Ryan said, voice cracking. “I think we’re making progress.“

“Okay. Let me know if you need help.”

“Nope. No need to come up here,” he squeaked, suddenly realizing Ally might not approve of this method. “I’ve got it under control.” But did he? He had watched so many videos of hypnotized women and now he had a real, living, breathing one in his room. Well technically, it was his and Ally’s room, but still his. His head swam with possibilities. He could make her pose like a sex doll, or turn her into a robot, or a puppy. But there was something else he was supposed to be doing. What was that again? oh, right, the tipping suggestion. “Courtney, can you hear me?”

“Yes,” she said flatly.

“Do you remember what Esmeralda told you now?“

“Yes.”

Ryan waited a moment, but Courtney remained silent.“Oh, right. I have to be more direct. “Courtney, what did she tell you?”

The blonde’s face melted into a dreamy smile. “She told me how grateful I was for being hypnotized. She said I was very easily hypnotized. She explained how I wanted to thank her by giving her the best tip I could. I wanted to get as much cash as I could and come see her after the show. It was all my idea.”

Ryan’s eyes darted to a fat stack of twenties that Courtney had withdrawn on their way out of the fair, despite Ally‘s best efforts. He could see the scene playing out in his mind now. Poor, unsuspecting, Courtney, drawn irresistibly to her hypnotist, only to become her latest conquest. “Damn, that’s hot.“

“Being hypnotized is hot.”

Ryan didn’t think he could get more erect, but apparently he could. No! He had to focus, had to resist temptation for Ally. “Okay, Courtney, I want you to feel those suggestions lifting now. You don’t need to do any of that.”

Courtney‘s lazy smile folded into a frown. “No.”

“What do you mean, ‘no?’”

“I want to tip her. I need to tip her.”

“You don’t need to. That was just a suggestion she gave you.”

“No, it was my idea. I want to tip. Need tip.” Then Courtney began repeating those last couple words like a mantra. “Need tip, need tip, need tip.“

Ryan just shook his head. That suggestion had dug in deep and he didn’t have a clue how to dislodge it. Esmeralda had probably been running this scam for years and this was his very first time. “The way you keep going on about tips, it’s like you’re a **** stripper.”

Then suddenly Courtney stopped repeating. The next words out of her mouth were “I’m a **** stripper.”

“Wait, what? No, I didn’t mean it like that . . .” Ryan stammered, losing his words as Courtney slinked off the bed.

Her movements transformed completely, awkward fidgeting giving way to a sinuous swagger. Her eyes honed in on Ryan as the only potential customer and she began to sway her hips from side to side, devouring the distance between them. “Oh, please, Sir. I really want a good tip. I need it.”

Ryan knew he had muddled the suggestion, knew he’d taken it from giving a tip to getting a tip, knew he had to stop her. Of course he knew those things with his head, but his body only knew that Courtney‘s hands were on his knees, supporting herself as she gently gyrated.

He stared transfixed at the valley of her cleavage. Surely, it wouldn’t hurt to let her dance just a little, to watch just a little, to touch just a little. Then before he realized what was happening, Ryan’s hand had taken one of the crisp twenties and tucked it between her breasts.

She let out a sultry moan. “Oh, thank you, Sir,” she purred. Her hands pulled playfully at her tank top, stretching and shifting, providing tantalizing glimpses of her cleavage, before finally tossing the top aside. “You can squeeze them if you want.”

Ryan knew this was wrong, knew he should stop, knew Ally would be furious, and yet he squeezed anyway. She fit perfectly into his palm, soft supple warmth flowing from her skin to his.

“You know,“ she whispered conspiratorially. “I’m really not supposed to let you do that, but I’m just so ****,” she murmured.

Ryan found himself sliding another crisp bill into the folds of her bra, feeling the faintest friction as it brushed her nipple.

“However will I thank you?” she asked with mock confusion, even though they both knew exactly what she would do. Courtney kinked her hips to one side, causing her baggy jeans to finally forfeit their tenuous battle against gravity. The denim crumpled to the carpet, unveiling the full expanse of Courtney‘s pale skin, save for her simple black bra and panties.

She was the most beautiful girl Ryan had ever seen, not because she had the biggest boobs or the finest figure, although they both were impressive. She was beautiful because she was his. He could see it in her vacant stare. She wouldn’t resist any command.“Straddle me,” he said, voice barely a whisper.

“Of course,“ Courtney cooed as she clambered on top of him. He felt it then, the damp spot on her panties.

“You like this.” It wasn’t a question.

“I love stripping for you.”

“No, not stripping,” he growled. “You like being hypnotized, don’t you?”

“I like being hypnotized,” she repeated like she was reading from a script.

Ryan couldn’t take it anymore. He had fantasized about this day for so long, he couldn’t think about Ally, or the fair, or their age difference. He had a hypnotized girl on top of him and his fantasies started pouring out of his mouth. “You like being under my control.”

“I do,” Courtney gasped, voice taking on a distant quality.

“You like obeying me and pleasing me.“

“I do.”

Ryan had so much he wanted to say, so many years of suggestions and ideas yearning for to play themselves out in flesh and sweat. They all swirled and stormed in his head as his hand seized Courtney‘s ass and pressed her hard against him. But at last he just said three little words, “You belong to me.”

“I do.”

***

Courtney stumbled sleepily down the stairs, following after Ryan. That felt good, right, following after him. He explained that the hypnotist had done something to her, but it all felt like a dream to Courtney. Apparently he’d helped her, but she couldn’t recall much of that either, so she just took Ryan’s word for it, which also seemed right. In any case, she felt fine now, except for a strange itching in her bra. She discreetly reached under her tank top to scratch at it and found . . . paper? Confused, she extracted a twenty dollar bill, which she found absolutely bizarre. But money was money, so she just tucked it into her pocket and kept following. When they got to the living room, Ally jumped up from the couch and hugged her.

“So you're back to normal?” She asked, scanning her sister‘s eyes for any trace of that vacant stare and seemingly finding none.

Courtney, of course, shrugged off her sister’s concern. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be normal?” She couldn’t remember any cause for concern.

“I’m just glad you’re safe,” Ally said, turning to Ryan and pulling him into her arms. “Thank you so much. I was so worried.”

“I’m fine,” Courtney huffed. Of course, not everything was fine, something she couldn’t possibly say to Ally. Courtney didn’t know when it had started, but she knew it beyond the faintest doubt. She was deeply, madly, in love with her sister’s boyfriend.