Keep it safe with her

“I surely can’t hold onto something so valuable,” he said. “What do you think we should do with it?”

Katie shrugged, casual. “Just throw it away?”

A burst of laughter came from the crowd.

He shook his head. “No, no. I know a place I can store it for now.” He looked at her. “Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue.”

Katie obeyed instantly. Mouth open wide, tongue flat and waiting.

The hypnotist placed the ring carefully on the center of her tongue. It sat there, diamond glinting against pink.

“Em!” he called.

Em bounced back onstage, tits still out, carrying two things: a paper name tag that read KATIE in bold black letters, just like the one on Chloe’s bra strap, and a short glass half-full of clear liquid, ****, if Chuck had to guess.

The hypnotist clipped the name tag to Katie’s bra strap while she stayed perfectly still, tongue out. Then he took the glass from Em.

He paused, glass halfway to her lips. “Em, did you stir this properly?”

Em put a hand to her mouth, theatrical. “Oops! No, sir! I couldn’t find a stirrer.”

The hypnotist mock-scolded her with a wagging finger. “You know how important stirring is. A well-made drink needs proper mixing.”

He turned to the crowd. “Right, folks?”

They roared in agreement.

Then, without hesitation, he reached down and unzipped his pants. Pulled out his cock, already hard, thick, precum beading at the tip.

Chuck’s whole body went cold. No. Surely not.

But he did. The hypnotist dipped the head of his cock into the glass, swirling it slowly, using it like a goddamn stirrer. The liquid clouded slightly. The crowd went insane, cheering, clapping, some people standing on chairs.

When he was satisfied, he lifted the glass to eye level, gave the audience a thumbs-up with his free hand. Didn’t bother tucking himself away.

He turned back to Katie. “Something to wash it all down.”

Katie took the glass from him happily. Closed her mouth around the ring on her tongue, swallowed once to get it positioned, then tipped the glass back like a shot. Drained it in three quick gulps. A small drop ran down her chin. She laughed when she finished, bright, pleased with herself, looking up at the hypnotist like a good girl waiting for praise.

The hypnotist laughed too, loud and rolling.

“At least she’ll know where to dig in if she needs that again.”

The room exploded. Wild cheers, whistles, tables banging.

Katie wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, still smiling, name tag swinging gently on her bra strap, ring gone somewhere inside her, body on display for anyone who wanted to look.

Chuck sat there, numb, staring at the woman who used to be his everything.

She didn’t even glance his way anymore.

The hypnotist looked at Katie, lips shiny, eyes bright with that new eager obedience.

“Katie,” he said, voice low and amused. “Why don’t you clean my cock with your tongue? Then zip me back up like a good girl.”

Katie didn’t hesitate. She leaned forward, stuck her tongue out flat and ran it slow and deliberate down the full length of his shaft, base to tip, collecting the leftover precum and whatever else was there. She did it shamelessly, like it was something she loved doing, tongue working in long, wet strokes. Chuck stared, gut twisting.

He remembered the night two years ago when they’d been fooling around after too much wine. He’d guided her head down gently, hopeful. She’d pulled back, cheeks red and said no, said it felt disrespectful, that she didn’t want to do something that made her feel like less than his equal. He’d dropped it immediately, never pushed again. Never even asked. And now here she was, licking another man’s dick in front of a room full of strangers like it was nothing.

She finished with a quick swirl around the head, then tucked him back into his pants with careful fingers. Zipped him up and stood up.

“All done, boss,” she said cheerfully. Her boobs bounced as she rose, half out of the bra she hadn’t bothered fixing.

The hypnotist grinned, spun her around by the hips, and brought his hand down hard on her ass. The smack echoed through the speakers. Katie yelped, then giggled.

“Get on with serving the guests,” he told her.

He turned to the audience, arms wide.

“They’re free to do whatever they want with Katie. She’s a pretty dedicated employee.”

Laughter rolled through the room. He paused, then looked straight at Chuck.

“With one exception, of course.” His voice dropped mock-serious. “You decided to be greedy with us, so we’ll be greedy with you.”