Has Mariah Sing To Him...

Mariah Carey stepped out of the sound booth and checked the time on a wall clock in the studio control room. She had been recording for nearly four hours. The buxum singer nodded to herself, satisfied with the session. She was dressed down from her usual glam-style since it was a closed studio session. As much as Mariah liked to diva it up, she did enjoy these sessions as sometimes she just needed a break from looking like a perfect ten. The singer's long lush hair was pulled back into a ponytail and tucked under a baseball cap. Her well endowed bust was covered by a cropped hooded sweat shirt that did little to hide the fact that she was well stacked. Her lower half was clad in tight-fitting yoga leggings that showed off her curvy hips, shapely legs and round ass. Trendy pricy like-new trainers completed the singer's fit.

"That was a good session guys," Mariah said in her sultry voice turning to her sound engineer Roy and her assistant Kate.

Kate Mitchell had been the diva's assistant for the last few years. She was a tall slender olive-skinned girl with dyed purple hair. Though she looked younger, she was only a couple years junior to her boss. She was currently clad in a cropped leather jacket over a tight-fitting top that that showed off her perky breasts while her lower half was in tight fashion jeans tucked into riding high-heeled riding boots. Roy Gaskins a wiry man with graying hair and was oldest in the studio. He was not Mariah's usual sound guy but he was on duty the session. He had worked with the diva on a few occasions and though he was not her normal guy he was trusted. Roy was dressed in a t-shirt and leather pants and pricy sneakers.

The pair were seated at the control panel side by side and did not acknowledge her. Roy sat unmoving staring down at the equalizer board while Kate stared emptily forward, a smile on her lips that did not meet her brown eyes. "Guys?" Mariah asked stepping up to the pair and tapping Kate on the shoulder. The purple haired woman on wobbled stiffly in reply. The singer moved over the sound guy but got the same results. "What the hell is this? This isn't funny!" Mariah demanded stepping back with her hands on her shapely hips.

"It's not," a voice sounded behind the singer that cause her whirled around coming to face to face with an average looking man grinning at her. She is startled to say the least as the man seemingly appeared out of no where. Roy and Kate also still remained unmoving. "Hello, I'm a huge fan," the man said.

"Who the fuck are you and how did you get in?" Mariah demanded as she took a step back.

"Oh," the man said stepping closer to the singer but non exactly into her space. "Suppose I should introduce myself before we go further," he said putting his palms out in surrendering gesture. "I'm John, John Smith."

"Oh right! Like that sounds like a real name," Mariah remarked and took another step back. She looked over at Kate and Roy, the pair remained stock still as if statues. "Kate, Roy!" she called out to them but they remained unresponsive.

"That won't do any good," John said looking over at the pair. "I hypnotize them...along with security guard...that's how I got in here."

"What..." Mariah asked confused looking over at Kate and Roy once more. "Hypnotize? That's not real," she then said looking back to John. The man only smirked at her.

"It is for me," John said with smile and brought his hand, poising his fingers to snap. "When a snap my fingers Mariah you will fall into a deep trance, your mind blank you will obey my every command without any hesitation."

"What the fu..." Mariah started to say just as John snaps his fingers.

The singer's face goes blank with lips agape and she stands at relax attention. John smiles at the immediate change of Mariah's mental state. "You are my **** Mariah, do you understand that?"

"Yes..." Mariah replies monotone, her eyes blank and staring through John instead of at him.

John steps up the busty singer and looks her up and down. Even dressed down he thought she was stunning. She continues to stare blankly ahead as John gropes at her breasts through her hoodie. The singer remained silent and unmoving as his hand drifted south and his groped her crotch through her yoga tights. He smiles as he realizes the singer had gone commando. Mariah's hat is soon pulled off and John pulls her lush hair free from it's ponytail giving the singer a messy hot look. He caressed her cheek and traced her parted lips as ideas ran through his head.

Getting an idea he steps back, "Mariah I want to sing Fantasy for me but as you I want to strip naked."

Mariah started to sing her 1995 hit. Her face remained blank as she sung but her voice was strong and clear. Mariah toed off her sneakers and started to unzip her hoodie. Once the hoodie was opened John is greeted to a black sports bra, where her nipples are clearly visible. Her yoga bottoms are soon pushed off her hips, as Mariah hits the chorus. She is stark naked and standing at attention before the song is over.