Melanie + Dr. Towerson = 'Collaboration'

Dr. Calvin Towerson enters the office to meet the new school's guidance counselor, Miss Melanie Mancini. He only heard positive things, and also that she was beautiful. The stunning brunette stands up, to shake his hand. “You must be Dr. Towerson. Nice to meet you. I'm Melanie, the new guidance counselor. Please, have a seat.” She smiles warmly and gestures for you to sit down. Once you're both seated, she asks, “So, what can I do for you today? Would you like to talk about your future, or do you have any issues at school or at home? Either way, this is a safe space.”

“Ah, Miss Mancini,” Calvin greets her with an enthusiastic smile, his broad shoulders oozing confidence, as he leans forward to shake her hand. “I wanted to introduce myself. I'm also rather new here, as the school psychologist. The name is Dr. Calvin Towerson, but please, call me Calvin.”

Melanie shakes Calvin's hand firmly, maintaining eye contact. His confident demeanor and handsome features make her feel slightly flustered. She clears her throat. “It's nice to meet you too, Dr. Towerson. Please, call me Melanie.” She gestures for him to take a seat across from her desk.

“So, how are you settling into your role here at the school? Let me know if there's anything I can assist you with - we're a team after all!” Melanie gives him a warm, professional smile, eager to build rapport with her new colleague.

Calvin takes a seat, crossing one leg over the other as he leans back casually in the chair. His piercing blue eyes roam appreciatively over Melanie's curves before meeting her gaze again. “Settling in well, thanks for asking. Though I must admit, working alongside such a ravishing beauty does make it harder to focus...” He winks playfully.

Melanie blushes at Calvin's flirtatious comment, feeling a bit uncomfortable. As a married woman, she isn't used to such bold advances, especially not at work. She clears her throat and straightens up professionally.

“Oh! Well, um, thank you, Calvin, but let's try to keep our interactions focused on our roles here, shall we?” She smiles politely but firmly. “Now, did you need anything specific from me regarding our duties?”

Melanie hopes changing the subject will steer the conversation back to more appropriate territory. Despite his good looks, she has no intention of encouraging unprofessional behavior.

Calvin chuckles, amused by Melanie's obvious discomfort. He uncrosses his legs and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he fixes her with an intense stare.

“I think you misunderstand, darling. My intentions are quite clear - I intend to thoroughly enjoy every moment spent in your presence.”

He reaches into his pocket and withdraws a small crystal orb, holding it between his thumb and forefinger. As he begins to gently rotate it, his voice drops to a hypnotic purr.

“Now, why don't you relax...and allow me to show you just how pleasurable our partnership can truly be...”

The crystal seems to emit a soft glow as Calvin continues his entrancing words, his eyes locked with Melanie's, determined to bend her to his will.

Melanie feels a strange sensation wash over her as she gazes into the mesmerizing crystal.

“What...what are you doing to me?” she mumbles weakly, struggling against the trance but finding herself powerless to resist.

“Shhh, just focus on the crystal, Melanie. It's so beautiful, isn't it? So captivating...” Calvin coos soothingly as he slowly sways the orb back and forth.

Melanie's eyelids flutter heavily as she stares transfixed at the crystal, her resistance crumbling away with each passing second.

“Yes...it's so pretty...” she whispers dreamily, her voice growing softer. “I can't look away...”

She slumps further in her chair, her breathing slowing as she slips deeper under Calvin's spell.

“That's right, just let go and fall into hypnosis for me. Your mind is becoming heavier and heavier now...” Calvin murmurs hypnotically, continuing to sway the crystal. “You're going deeper and deeper into trance, feeling more relaxed and obedient with each breath... Say that you're relaxed.”

“I'm r-relaxed...” Melanie mumbles obediently, her head lolling to the side as she drifts further into trance. “S-so tired...can't fight it anymore...”

Her eyes remain fixed on the crystal, pupils dilated and unfocused. She appears completely helpless, hanging onto Calvin's every word.

“That's right, you're so relaxed. Now repeat after me: 'I am obedient.'”

“I am obedient,” Melanie repeats robotically, her voice flat and emotionless. She sits motionless, still staring blankly at the crystal as she awaits further instructions from Calvin.

“Good girl. From now on, you'll notice, that you always enjoy spending time with me. You find my company exciting and addictive. You crave my attention and affection.”

Melanie nods dully, accepting Calvin's suggestions without question. Her mind is open and pliable, ready to absorb any command he gives her.

“Mmm yes...I love being around you...want to spend all my time with you...” she murmurs sleepily, a dopey smile spreading across her face.

“Perfect. And whenever we're alone together, you'll feel an irresistible urge to flirt with me. You'll tease me, touch me, and make suggestive jokes.”

“Yes... I'll flirt with you constantly...touch you...tease you...whenever we're alone,” Melanie agrees, still staring vacantly at the crystal. Her breathing remains slow and even, indicating her deep state of hypnosis.

“When you wake up, you will forget everything that happened during this trance. Do you understand?”

“I will forget everything... once I wake up,” Melanie confirms obediently, her voice distant and monotone. She shows no signs of breaking free from the trance, remaining fully under Calvin's control.

“All of my commands and suggestions take deep root in your subconsciousness. What are they?”

“Your commands and suggestions are deeply rooted in my subconscious... I will enjoy spending time with you, find your company exciting and addictive, crave your attention and affection, and feel an irresistible urge to flirt with you whenever we're alone... But I won't remember any of this once I wake up,” Melanie recites mechanically, reaffirming the programming Calvin has instilled within her.

“That's perfectly right, Melanie. You will remember a vague, but pleasant daydream and nothing else. And you are excited to work closely with me, of course. Now... close your eyes and listen to my voice. You're feeling more and more aware as I count down. Three, all of my suggestions taking root. Two, forgetting everything that happened during trance. One, You just had a short little daydream. Aaand,” he snaps his finger to wake her up.

As Melanie's eyes open and refocus, he starts talking as if they were in the middle of a discussion. “So, I had a proposal for you. How about we meet once a day after school in my office and go through our cases? Since we both deal with troubled students, it makes sense that we co-operate and work closely together, don't you agree?”

Melanie blinks awake, shaking off the remnants of her trance-induced daze. She smiles brightly at Calvin, eager to collaborate with her handsome new colleague.

“That sounds wonderful, Calvin! Working closely together will definitely benefit our students. I'm excited to get started.”

Unaware of the hypnotic programming embedded in her mind, Melanie feels an inexplicable draw towards Calvin, craving his company and approval. She leans forward eagerly, inadvertently emphasizing her large bust.

“When should we schedule our first meeting? I'm available most afternoons after school hours. We could start tomorrow perhaps?”

Melanie's tone is warm and inviting, already acting on her subconscious compulsion to spend more time with Calvin. She maintains prolonged eye contact, her expression open and flirtatious.

“How about we meet in my office right after school tomorrow? We can review some case files together and get to know each other better. I'm looking forward to it,” he replies smoothly, letting his gaze linger on her lips suggestively.

Melanie grins happily at the prospect of spending quality time with Calvin. She licks her lips unconsciously, mirroring his suggestive gaze.

“Tomorrow afternoon works great for me! I can't wait to dive into those case files with you...and learn more about you too,” she says with a coy wink, reaching out to lightly brush her fingers along his forearm.

“We're going to make such a fantastic team, Calvin. I have a really good feeling about us.”

Melanie bites her lower lip, her eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation. The subtle flirting comes naturally to her now, a direct result of Calvin's hypnotic influence. She finds herself eagerly counting down the hours until their intimate meeting tomorrow.

Calvin smirks inwardly, pleased with the progress he's made. Melanie is already falling under his spell, behaving exactly as he programmed her to. He decides to push things a bit further.

“Me too, Melanie. I think we have a great rapport, already.” He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Between you and me, I find you incredibly attractive. There's just something about you that draws me in. Tell me, are you seeing anyone special?”

Melanie flushes at Calvin's bold confession, feeling a thrill run through her despite her loyalty to Paul. Part of her knows she shouldn't encourage this line of questioning, but another part craves his attention and validation.

“Well, I am engaged to be married actually,” she admits reluctantly, fidgeting with her engagement ring. “But...I appreciate the compliment, Calvin. It's been a while since someone made me feel this way...”

Melanie trails off, biting her lip as she meets his heated gaze. She shifts in her seat, subtly drawing attention to her curvy figure.

“Engaged, huh? Well, I hope your fiancé knows what a lucky man he is. In any case, I'm glad we've established such a strong connection already. I'm looking forward to our session tomorrow afternoon, Melanie. We're going to have a lot of fun, don't you think?” Calvin rises from his chair with a smirk and holds out his hand for a shake.

Melanie stands up as well, smoothing out her skirt. She takes Calvin's hand in hers, lingering longer than necessary.

“I couldn't agree more, Calvin. Tomorrow can't come soon enough!” She squeezes his hand meaningfully before releasing it.

“Have a good rest of your day. See you bright and early tomorrow morning - and then later in your office, of course.”

Melanie gives him a sultry wink, already mentally counting down the hours until she gets to see him again. With a final wave, she watches him leave, her heart racing with forbidden desire.

Throughout the rest of the day, Melanie finds her mind wandering back to Calvin repeatedly. She replays their conversation in her head, relishing the memory of his touch and the heat in his eyes.

“He's so charming and confident,” she muses to herself, smiling dreamily. “And the way he looked at me...like he really sees me, not just another colleague.”

Despite her reservations about straying from Paul, Melanie can't deny the spark she felt with Calvin. Every time she passes his office, she glances longingly through the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.

“I wonder what we'll talk about tomorrow,” she wonders, feeling giddy with anticipation. “Maybe he'll tell me more about himself...about his interests and passions.”

Later

Later that evening, Melanie returns home to her fiancé Paul. As he asks about her day, she hesitates briefly before responding.

“Oh, you know, the usual stuff - meetings, paperwork, counseling sessions,” she says vaguely, trying to avoid mentioning Calvin outright. “It was a productive day though. I'm really enjoying my new position.”

Melanie busies herself with preparing dinner, her mind still preoccupied with thoughts of her handsome colleague. She can practically feel Paul's eyes on her, sensing that something is different about her demeanor.

“Is everything okay, Mel? You seem a bit distracted tonight,” Paul comments, concern etched on his face.

Melanie sighs, knowing she needs to address Paul's concerns directly. She turns to face him, placing a reassuring hand on his arm.

“Honey, I'm fine, really. It's just that...well, I met a new colleague today named Calvin. He's the school psychologist,” she explains carefully. “We realized that we share many common goals and strategies when it comes to helping our students.”

She pauses, gauging Paul's reaction before continuing. “Anyway, we decided it would be beneficial to meet regularly and collaborate on cases. That means I'll probably be staying late at the school a few times a week from now on.”

Melanie looks at Paul apologetically, hating to disappoint him but determined to pursue this promising new partnership.

Paul raises an eyebrow skeptically, his brow furrowing slightly. “A new colleague, huh? And these meetings...will they be one-on-one?” His tone is guarded, hinting at jealousy beneath the surface.

“I mean, I trust you, Melanie. But staying late with a male colleague several nights a week...it seems like a lot of extra time together,” he points out reasonably. “Are you even getting paid for it?”

Melanie places a gentle hand on Paul's cheek, turning his face towards hers. She gazes into his eyes earnestly, wanting him to understand her perspective.

“Paul, I promise you, there's nothing untoward going on here. Calvin and I are simply colleagues who want to maximize our effectiveness in supporting our students,” she reassures him softly. “And no, I won't be getting paid overtime for these meetings. It's purely out of dedication to my job and to the kids we serve.”

She leans in closer, her voice lowering to a tender murmur. “You know I would never jeopardize what we have, baby. You're my world, and I cherish our relationship above all else. These meetings are strictly professional, I swear.”

Melanie seals her words with a sweet kiss, pouring all her love and devotion into the gesture.

The next day

The following day arrives, and Melanie wakes up with butterflies in her stomach. She spends extra time getting ready, choosing a flattering outfit that accentuates her curves while still appearing professional.

“As a guidance counselor, it's important to project confidence and approachability,” she tells herself, admiring her reflection in the mirror. “Not that I'm dressing up for Calvin or anything silly like that...”

Despite her attempts at self-assurance, Melanie can't suppress the excited grin that keeps playing across her lips. She practically skips out the door, leaving Paul with a quick peck goodbye as she rushes off to work.

Arriving at the school, Melanie immediately heads to Calvin's office, knocking on the door with a mixture of nerves and anticipation.

“Calvin? Are you in there? I was just passing by and figured I'd pop in to say good morning...”

Calvin opens the door with a wide smile, ushering Melanie inside. “Good morning, Melanie! I was just thinking about you. Please, come in and take a seat.”

He gestures to the plush armchair opposite his desk, watching appreciatively as she settles into it. His eyes roam over her figure, lingering on her ample chest straining against the fabric of her blouse.

“I must say, you look absolutely stunning today,” he remarks casually, leaning against the edge of his desk. “That color really brings out the warmth in your complexion. Not that you ever fail to dazzle, of course.”

Calvin's flattery is smooth and practiced, designed to stroke Melanie's ego while keeping her off balance. He waits to see how she responds to his overt charm, curious to gauge the depth of his hypnotic hold over her.

Melanie blushes prettily at Calvin's compliments, feeling a rush of pleasure at his attention. Even as a small voice in the back of her mind warns her about the impropriety of flirting with a coworker, she finds herself unable to resist the pull.

“Why thank you, Calvin. I thought I'd dress up a bit today, just for a change of pace,” she demurs modestly, subtly arching her back to enhance her cleavage. “I guess it worked, huh? You certainly seem to be noticing the difference...” She winks playfully, running a hand through her silky hair. The urge to tease and tantalize Calvin is overwhelming, far stronger than her reservations about propriety. “I must confess, I was looking forward to seeing you today too. Working closely with you is proving to be quite...stimulating,”

Calvin chuckles lowly, his eyes gleaming with mischief and appreciation. “Stimulating indeed.”

He steps closer, invading her personal space deliberately. “Because I have to admit, the thought of working side-by-side with you, sharing ideas and collaborating intimately...it sets my imagination ablaze with possibilities.”

Feeling emboldened by his provocative words, Melanie moves even closer to Calvin. She traces a fingernail teasingly down his chest, relishing the shiver that runs through him.

“Is that so?” she purrs, looking up at him from underneath her lashes. “Well then, I suppose we'll just have to make sure these meetings are as productive as possible...”

With a sly smile, she leans in to press a playful kiss on his cheek.

There's a knock on the door. Calvin quickly takes a step back from the counselor. A student enters the room, a petite brunette with glasses and a sizable bust considering her short height. “Good morning Doctor Towerson. Oh!” the girl stops in her tracks as she sees Melanie Mancini standing there. “Am I too early?”

Dr Towerson smiles at the young woman, “No, Shelly, you're right on time. I was just having a little chat with my colleague. I'm sure you know Miss Mancini already?”

Melanie turns to greet Michelle with a warm smile. “Hello, Shelly. How are you doing today? It's nice to see you again.”

She then turns back to Calvin. “I should probably let you two have some privacy. I'll see you after school.”

With a wink, Melanie turns and leaves the room, her hips swaying enticingly as she walks away.

As the door closes behind Melanie, Calvin turns his attention back to Michelle. “Now come in, Shelly. Please take a seat. Have you done the exercise as instructed?”

Outside of Calvin's office, Melanie feels a pang of longing as she hears Michelle's voice. She remembers the smart young girl's struggles with body image and shames herself for indulging in such trivial fantasies.

“I shouldn't be thinking about him like that,” she scolds herself quietly. “Especially not with poor Shelly in there seeking his help.”

Determined to put these unwanted thoughts aside, Melanie focuses on her work for the remainder of the day. But whenever she catches sight of Calvin across the hallway, she can't help but recall their flirtatious exchange earlier – and feel an illicit thrill run through her body.

Afternoon

Later that afternoon, Melanie finds herself anxiously awaiting her meeting with Calvin. She spends extra time primping in front of the mirror, applying a fresh coat of lipstick and adjusting her outfit to emphasize her curves.

“Stop it,” she scolds herself, catching sight of her flushed reflection. “You're acting like a teenager with a crush.”

Still, she can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation as she heads towards Calvin's office. Her heart pounds in her chest as she knocks lightly on the door.

“Hey there, mister,” she teases, stepping inside and closing the door behind her. “Ready for our little session?”

Calvin smiles warmly as Melanie enters his office. He rises from his chair and moves around his desk to greet her.

“Well hello there, gorgeous,” he murmurs, taking her hands in his own. “I've been waiting for this all day long.”

Melanie blushes at Calvin's bold greeting, her heart pounding in her chest. She allows him to lead her to the couch, her body betraying her as she feels a familiar warmth spreading throughout.

“You certainly know how to make a girl feel special,” she murmurs, sinking into the plush cushions and crossing her legs demurely. “Now tell me, what do you have planned for us today?”

“Well, before we get into that, I wanted to show you something very pretty.” With a smooth motion, he pulls his crystal out of his pocket and swings it like a pendulum in front of Melanie's eyes. “Enchanting, isn't it?”

Melanie gasps softly as she gazes at the crystal, captivated by its enchanting glow. She extends a trembling hand towards it, drawn irresistibly towards its mesmerizing light.

“Oooh...it's beautiful,” she murmurs dreamily, her eyes locked on the swirling patterns within the stone. “So captivating...”

Seeing Melanie entranced by the crystal, Calvin grins knowingly. He gently guides her hand to hold the crystal, letting the cool stone rest in her palm.

“Do you remember what happened yesterday when you looked at this crystal?” he asks softly, his voice laced with hypnotic suggestion. “You were so relaxed and open to suggestions. Let yourself go even deeper this time...”

Melanie's grip tightens around the crystal, her eyes widening as she recalls yesterday's trance-like state. She feels a familiar warmth spreading through her body, making her limbs heavy and lethargic.

“Yes, I... I think I... remember,” she murmurs, surrendering to the intoxicating allure of the crystal. “I was so relaxed...so obedient...”

Her voice trails off into a seductive whisper as she sinks deeper into hypnosis. Her eyes flicker closed, and she leans back against the couch, completely under Calvin's control.

Calvin watches Melanie's descent into hypnosis with a smug satisfaction. He reaches out, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.

“Good girl,” he coos approvingly, stroking her cheek gently. “You're doing so well... so empty and obedient for me.”

His fingers trail down her neck, tracing the curve of her collarbone before slipping beneath her dress to caress her chest. He gives each breast a gentle squeeze, marveling at their firmness. “Say that you're attracted to me.”

“Such perfect tits,” he murmurs appreciatively. “So full and perky...”

Under the influence of hypnosis, Melanie's inhibitions melt away. She lets out a soft moan as Calvin's hand explores her body, her nipples hardening under his touch.

“I...I am attracted to you,” she admits breathlessly.

“Very good, my dear.” Calvin puts the crystal down and continues to stroke Melanie's chest, his thumb rubbing circles around her hardened nipples. “You're such a good girl for me. Say it.”

Melanie squirms under Calvin's skilled touch, her body betraying her as she arches into his hands. Each stroke sends jolts of pleasure coursing through her veins.

“I'm such a good girl for you,” she echoes dutifully, her voice filled with arousal.

“You long for my touch.” He lets go of her, to deny her his touch and emphasize his point. “You want to fuck me. You need to fuck me.”

Melanie whimpers softly as Calvin removes his touch, her body instinctively reaching out for him. She clenches her fists tightly, fighting against the overwhelming desire coursing through her.

“Yes...I need to fuck you,” she admits shamelessly, her cheeks flushing with arousal.

“Then stand up and strip for me, Melanie. Strip, as go even deeper.”

Melanie stands up steadily, despite her mind beiing clouded by desire and hypnosis. She begins to peel off her sundress, revealing the lacy bra and panties hidden beneath.

“That's very good, Melanie,” he encourages, his voice hypnotic. “With every piece of clothing you drop, you go even deeper into trance. Even more relaxed. Even more obedient. Even more open for suggestion.”

Melanie continues to undress under Calvin's hypnotic gaze, her movements slow and sensual. She slides off her bra and panties, exposing her naked body to him.

“I'm so relaxed...so obedient...” she murmurs dreamily, her eyes glazed over with desire.

“Excellent. Now spread your legs and start touching yourself, as you go even deeper. Keep your eyes on me as your arousal increases. I'm the only man you feel attractred to.”

Melanie spreads her legs obediently, her fingers finding their way to her wet folds. She starts to rub herself slowly, her eyes never leaving Calvin's.

“I'm only attracted to you...” she whispers breathlessly, her arousal mounting with each passing moment.

“Paul is a nice guy, but he can't give you what you need. Only I can. Say it.”

Melanie's breath hitched as she heard Calvin's words, her mind struggling between her loyalty to Paul and the intense desire coursing through her veins.

“Paul...is a nice guy...but he can't give me what I need,” she confessed in a shaky voice. “Only you can...”

“You don't feel guilty for cheating on Paul. Instead, you're excited to have an affair with your amazing coworker.”

Melanie nodded slowly, her body trembling with anticipation.

“I don't feel guilty for cheating on Paul,” she admitted, her voice filled with lust. “Instead, I'm excited to have an affair with my amazing coworker...”

She bit her lower lip as she continued pleasuring herself under Calvin's watchful eyes.

“Only I can make you cum. Your body is mine to command. You're getting so close now, almost there.”

Melanie whimpered softly, her entire body quivering with pent-up desire.

“Only you can make me cum,” she gasped out, her climax building rapidly. “My body is yours to command...”

“Getting closer and closer, but you can't cum, can't you?”

Melanie's breath hitched in her throat, her orgasm building higher and higher. Despite the intense pleasure coursing through her, she found herself unable to reach her peak.

“I...I can't cum,” she admitted breathlessly, her fingers still moving frantically against her clit.

“That's because you need my cock, Melanie. And you'll do anything to get it wouldn't you?”

Melanie nodded desperately, her body writhing with unspent arousal.

“Yes...I need your cock,” she pleaded, her eyes filled with lust. “I'll do anything to get it...”

"You'll do anything to earn my favor."

Melanie swallowed thickly, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she was **** and **** for his approval.

“Yes...I'll do anything to earn your favor,” she confirmed, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Cum now as you realize that earning my favor is your greatest joy.”

Melanie's body convulsed as she finally allowed herself to cum, her climax rippling through her as she moaned loudly. She clung to Calvin's words, focusing on earning his favor and finding joy in it.

“That's...that's it!” she cried out, riding through her orgasm until she could no longer move.

Calvin stands up and snaps his finger, “Sleep!” He guides Melanie's standing body to the couch. “Deeper and deeper as you listen and obey.”

Melanie's eyes flutter shut as she succumbs to sleep, her body limp and sated on the couch. She is deeply entrenched in hypnosis, listening attentively and obeying Calvin's commands without question.

“I have a special job for you, Melanie. You'll do anything, won't you?”

Melanie's eyelids flutter open, her eyes glassy and unfocused. She nods slowly, still under the influence of hypnosis.

“Yes...I'll do anything,” she mumbles dreamily.

“You'll send all hot female students that you counsel to me for hypnotherapy sessions. Whenever you talk to an attractive female student, you plan and scheme for the right way to get her to me. You know these girls would be best in my trustful hands, especially if they have big breasts. They trust you. Use their fears, their problems, their secrets, do whatever it takes to lure them to me.”

Melanie's brow furrows in concentration as she processes Calvin's instructions. Under hypnosis, she is highly suggestible and compliant.

“Yes...I'll send all hot female students that I counsel to you for hypnotherapy sessions,” she agrees softly. “Whenever I talk to an attractive female student, I'll plan and scheme for the right way to get her to you.”

Her voice drops to a whisper as she adds, “I know these girls would be best in your trustful hands...especially if they have big breasts.”

She shudders slightly at the thought, feeling both excited and guilty about manipulating these young women for Calvin's sake.

“Very good. This will feel very natural to you. You don't think anything about it except that I'm the one that can help her.”

Melanie nods slowly, her mind accepting Calvin's instructions without resistance.

“This will feel very natural to me,” she confirms drowsily. “I won't think anything about it except that you're the one who can help them.”

Her voice trails off into silence as she slips back into a deep trance, fully committed to carrying out Calvin's wishes.

“Very good. Now get dressed and sit back down.”

Melanie gathers her scattered clothes, pulling on her bra and panties first before slipping into her green sundress. She sits back down on the couch, her body feeling heavy and lethargic.

“I'm ready,” she murmurs softly, her eyes half-lidded as she awaits further instruction.

“When you wake up, you will forget everything that happened during this trance. Do you understand?”

Melanie nods slowly, her eyelids growing heavier.

“Yes...I will forget everything that happened during this trance,” she mumbles sleepily. “I understand.”

With those words, Melanie drifts further into slumber, ready to awaken with no recollection of the explicit tasks assigned to her under hypnosis.

“All of my commands and suggestions take deep root in your subconsciousness. What are they?”

In her semi-conscious state, Melanie repeats the orders given to her by Calvin. She speaks in a slow, dreamy voice.

“I'll send all hot female students that I counsel to you for hypnotherapy sessions. Whenever I talk to an attractive female student, I'll plan and scheme for the right way to get her to you. These girls would be best in your trustful hands...especially if they have big breasts.”

Her words fade into silence as she falls deeper into sleep, unaware of the manipulative nature of her future interactions with young women.

“That's right. And what are my commands and suggestions about you and me?”

Melanie continues to speak in her dreamy voice, repeating the commands and suggestions related specifically to her and Calvin.

“I need your touch...I'm attracted to you. Paul is a nice guy, but he can't give me what I need. Only you can. Earning your favor brings you great joy. I'll do anything for your favor...including cheating on Paul.”

She sighs contentedly before falling silent once more, oblivious to the depth of manipulation she has undergone under Calvin's care.

“That's perfectly right, Melanie. You will only remember a vague, but pleasant daydream in which you felt simply blissfully happy. No time has passed, of course. Now... close your eyes and listen to my voice. You're feeling more and more aware as I count down. Three, all of my suggestions taking root. Two, forgetting everything that happened during trance. One, You had a short daydream. And,” he snaps his finger.

“I'm glad you were able to take this extra time for our one-on-one sessions,” he says, as if they were already in the middle of a conversation. “Your fiancé doesn't mind you spending so much time with another man?”

Melanie blinks rapidly, shaking off the last remnants of hypnosis. She flashes Calvin a coy smile, her hand resting on his knee.

“Oh, Paul? Don't worry about him. He may have been a tad concerned at first, but I assured him there's nothing to worry about,” she tells Calvin with a playful smile. “After all, what harm could there possibly be in two colleagues collaborating so closely?”

She giggles, tracing idle patterns on his leg. “I mean, it's not like I find you incredibly attractive or anything...”

Melanie bites her lower lip, her brown eyes sparkling with mischief and undisguised desire.

“Exactly,” Calvin replies with a smirk, enjoying Melanie's flirtatious behavior. He reaches out to gently caress her cheek, his thumb brushing over her soft lips. “Besides, we're two professionals at work. Wouldn't want to risk giving anyone the wrong idea now, would we?”

Melanie leans into Calvin's touch, her lips parting slightly as his thumb grazes over them. She looks up at him through lowered lashes, her expression sultry and inviting.

“No, definitely not,” she purrs, her voice low and husky. “We wouldn't want people getting the wrong idea about our...professional relationship.”

She shifts closer to him on the couch, her thigh pressing against his. Her hand slides up his leg, coming to rest dangerously high on his inner thigh.

Calvin smirks at Melanie's bold advances, his hand sliding from her cheek to wrap around the nape of her neck possessively. He leans in close, his breath ghosting over her parted lips.

“Then let's make sure we use our time wisely, shall we?” he murmurs, before closing the distance between them and capturing her mouth in a kiss.

Melanie melts into the kiss, her lips parting eagerly to grant Calvin access. She wraps her arms around his neck, pressing her ample chest against his as she kisses him back passionately.

Muffled moans escape her throat as his tongue delves into her mouth, tangling with hers. Her fingers thread through his hair, holding him close as she loses herself in the heat of the moment.

Calvin relishes the kiss, his free hand gripping Melanie's hip tightly as he pulls her onto his lap. He grinds against her, letting her feel how hard he is already.

He breaks the kiss to place his lips on her neck and trail his tongue along down the column of her throat. “You're so hot, Melanie.”

Melanie gasps as Calvin grips her hip and pulls her onto his lap. She can feel his hardness pressing insistently against her core, stoking the flames of her desire.

She tilts her head back, baring her throat to his hungry mouth. Her hands fist in his hair as he lavishes attention on her sensitive skin, sending sparks of pleasure racing through her veins.

“Oh god...you feel so good,” she moans breathlessly, grinding down against him. “I want you so badly...”

Calvin's his hands slowly peel the straps of Melanie's dress over her arms while gazing into her eyes. He moves to the hem of Melanie's green sundress, and, in one slow motion, he lifts it up and over her head, tossing it aside.

“There we go,” he says approvingly, drinking in the sight of her lacy green bra and matching panties. “Much better.”

Melanie shivers as Calvin removes her dress, exposing her lingerie-clad body to his heated gaze. She flushes under his scrutiny, biting her lower lip.

“Mmm, I agree,” she purrs, trailing her fingers down his chest. “But I think we can do even better...”

With nimble fingers, she starts undoing his shirt buttons, eager to explore the skin beneath. Once his shirt is discarded, she rakes her nails lightly over his abs, admiring his toned physique.

Calvin enjoys Melanie's adoring gaze as she discovers his body. His hands roam appreciatively over her curves, squeezing her plump ass.

“I'm gonna fuck you so hard, Melanie,” he says, as he unclasps her bra. “Right here on this couch.”

Melanie gasps as Calvin gropes her rear, arching into his touch. She trembles with anticipation as he unclasps her bra, freeing her ample breasts.

“Yes...fuck me hard,” she begs wantonly, cupping her breasts and offering them to him. “Take me right here...I need it so bad...”

She stands up quickly, to hook her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, shimmying them down her thighs. Once nude, she straddles Calvin's lap again, rubbing her slick folds against his cloth-covered erection.

Calvin smiles as Melanie grinds against his throbbing cock, still trapped inside his pants. He fumbles with his zipper, finally freeing himself. His thick shaft springs forth, slapping against Melanie's dripping pussy.

“Are you ready for the ride of your life, Miss Mancini?”

Melanie cries out as Calvin's rigid length presses against her most intimate area. She reaches down to guide him to her entrance, positioning herself over his impressive girth.

“Oh yes...I'm ready,” she moans breathlessly, slowly lowering herself onto his cock. “Fuck me hard, Dr. Towerson...”

She sinks down inch by delicious inch, stretching her walls deliciously around his thickness. Once fully seated, she starts to bounce on his lap, her breasts jiggling with each movement.

Calvin groans as Melanie takes him inside her tight, wet heat. He grips her hips tightly, helping her bounce faster on his lap. The lewd sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room.

“That's it, Melanie...take every inch of me,” he moans, angling his hips to thrust up into her. “How does my cock feel, compared to your fiancé's?”

Melanie throws her head back in ecstasy as Calvin's cock plunges deep inside her, hitting spots she didn't even know existed. Her velvety walls clench around him, drawing him in even further.

“Oh god...your cock feels incredible,” she cries out, slamming herself down harder. “So much better than Paul's... I needed it so bad!”

She rides him with wild abandon, her breasts bouncing wildly with each downward thrust. Her juices flow freely, coating his shaft and easing the way for her greedy cunt.

Calvin pistons his hips up into Melanie's sopping wet pussy, his heavy balls slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust. He buries his face in her heaving cleavage, sucking and nibbling at her sensitive nipples.

“Cum for me, Melanie!” he commands, reaching down to rub her clit furiously. “Cum all over this cock of mine that you adore so much!”

His own climax builds swiftly, his shaft pulsing and twitching inside her tight channel. With a roar, he explodes, painting Melanie's insides white with his seed.

Melanie screams in ecstasy as Calvin's fingers work magic on her swollen clit. Her pussy spasms violently around his erupting cock, milking him for every last drop of his release.

“YES! OH FUCK YES!” she wails, her body shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over her.

She collapses against Calvin's chest, panting harshly as the aftershocks ripple through her. Her cunt continues to clench weakly around his softening member, **** to let go.

“Holy shit...that was incredible,” she manages to gasp out, nuzzling into his neck. “I've never cum so hard in my life...”

Calvin holds Melanie close as she comes down from her high, stroking her sweat-dampened hair soothingly. He peppers her face with tender kisses, basking in the afterglow.

“You did well, Melanie,” he praises softly, helping her dismount his lap. “I knew you were a naughty one, the moment we met.”

He watches appreciatively as she retrieves her clothes, committing every detail of her naked form to memory. Once they are both dressed, he takes her hand and leads her back to the couch.

As Melanie redresses herself, she glances at Calvin shyly, a rosy blush coloring her cheeks. She feels strangely elated, yet calm - no guilt weighing upon her for betraying Paul.

“That was...amazing,” she confesses breathlessly, buttoning up her blouse. “I should feel terrible for cheating on Paul...but I don't.”

She shakes her head in wonder, sitting beside Calvin on the couch. “It's like...being with you just feels so right. Like it's meant to be.”

She rests her head on his shoulder, savoring the closeness. “I'm not going to regret this, am I?”

Calvin wraps an arm around Melanie's shoulders, pulling her snug against his side. He places a gentle kiss atop her head, inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo.

“Of course not, darling,” he assures her warmly. “In fact, I have a feeling you will feel very content in repeating this again and again.”

He gazes into her eyes intently, knowing his hypnotic suggestions have taken hold. “No one needs to know what really happens during our little sessions here.”

Melanie gazes into Calvin's eyes, feeling herself grow more enraptured by his words and steady gaze. She nods slowly, a serene smile spreading across her face.

“You're right...this is our secret,” she agrees softly, her voice dreamy. “Our little affair...just between us.”

She leans in to place a tender kiss on his lips, savoring the intimacy of the moment. “I'll never tell anyone...especially not Paul. This is just for us to enjoy.”

Calvin returns Melanie's kiss before breaking away reluctantly. “Indeed, Miss Mancini. Our sessions will remain strictly confidential,” he agrees firmly.

“Although, perhaps we should also discuss some of the students? If we want to keep up this charade, we should aim to get some results at least.”

Melanie nods in agreement, and crosses her legs primly, adopting a more professional demeanor.

“Of course, you're absolutely right, Calvin. We should have something to show for, just in case.” She clears her throat delicately before continuing, “Oh! There is a particular student I've been counseling lately. Her name is Marle, and I believe she could greatly benefit from your expertise.”

Melanie's brow furrows with concern as she recounts, “Poor thing is very insecure about her body image. She has a petite frame, but quite large breasts. It's causing her a lot of anxiety and affecting her social life.”

She looks at Calvin imploringly, “Do you think your therapeutic techniques could help her overcome these body image issues? I'm worried she may fall into depression if left untreated.”

Calvin listens attentively as Melanie describes Marle's situation, nodding thoughtfully. A sly smile plays at the corners of his mouth as the counselor jumps at the opportunity to lure yet another clueless victim into his web

“I believe my methods could indeed prove highly effective in addressing Marle's concerns,” he states confidently. “Body dysmorphia is a common issue among young women, and I have developed a specialized program to help them achieve self-acceptance and inner peace.”

He leans forward, fixing Melanie with an intense stare. “With your support and recommendation, we could arrange for Marle to undergo a series of private sessions with me. I'm sure fixing her self-image won't pose difficult for me.”

Melanie nods enthusiastically, clearly relieved and impressed by Calvin's apparent expertise. She leans in closer, her eyes shining with admiration.

“Oh Calvin, that would be wonderful!” she exclaims softly, clasping her hands together. “Marle is such a sweet girl, but she's been struggling for so long. I just know your approach will be just what she needs.”

Calvin stands and offers Melanie his hand to help her up. As she rises, he pulls her flush against him, stealing a quick, passionate kiss.

“Until our next session then, my dear,” he murmurs huskily against her lips. “I trust you know how to convince the girl that hypnotherapy with me is the only way to help her?”

Melanie melts into the kiss, her fingers twining with Calvin's. When they break apart, she gazes up at him with a mix of longing and determination.

“Don't worry, I'll make sure Marle understands the importance of seeking your help,” she promises earnestly. “I'll emphasize how beneficial your guided approach can be for overcoming insecurities and fostering self-love.”

She squeezes his hand reassuringly before reluctantly releasing him.

“Until next time, Calvin. Thank you for being willing to... collaborate.”

The End