Go back on the pill and drink plenty of water

"Because you'll be fucking anyone who wants you it would be a good idea to go back on the pill."

"But I'm allergic," she protested vaguely. "It makes me pee myself."

"Bria, your conscious mind will forget about your pill allergy. You only know that since you can't wear condoms you need to use the pill. Of course, you could just walk around with spermicide up your cunt everyday, knowing that you'll probably be fucked two or three times."

Bria nodded. "I'll go on the pill," she said.

"Good," he said with a nod and a smile. "Have you noticed how hot it is?" he said, wiping his brow for effect.

Bria nodded, echoing his motion.

"It's so hot out here in Hollywood that it makes you perspire too much for you to wear much clothing. The less you wear the more comfortable you are. Even underwear is uncomfortable when wearing other clothes, isn't it?"

Bria nodded, fanning herself.

"Because it's so hot it makes sense to keep drinking water, doesn't it?" he asked, not even waiting for her nod. "In fact you'd better drink a bottle of water each hour and a small bottle whenever you're doing anything strenuous. Like making a man cum."

Bria nodded. "Have to replenish the juices."

"And it helps keep you looking young," he added, smiling to himself, somehow managing not to burst out laughing. "When I snap my fingers you'll come out of the trance, remembering nothing of it, certain that you haven't been hypnotized. I will give you one last instruction after you wake up that you will feel compelled to follow."

He snapped his fingers.

Bria smirked, hands on her hips. "See? You can't hypnotize me."

"I guess you're right," he said tightly, fighting not to laugh at the naked girl. "You distracted me too much when you slipped out of your dress."

Bria blinked, looked down, and although her cheeks turned red she hesitated to cover up.

"By the way," he began, formulating a last instruction.