Who do I live with?

Kelly Brook

My roommate for the time being was the sexy, British model and actress, Kelly Brook.

Kelly and I had been friends for a while, and after breaking up with her latest boyfriend, she moved in with me while searching for a place of her own.

I came home one afternoon and flopped down onto the couch, feeling pretty exhausted after a long day of work.

"Tired?" She asked as she came walking into the room. Her baggy clothes doing basically nothing to hide her giant tits and curvy ass. Somehow her figure could fill in whatever she wore. She could probably make a garbage bag seem form fitting.

"Yeah.. been a long day" I sighed. "Plus I haven't really been sleeping much..."

Kelly sat down beside me. We sat in silence for a moment before she spoke.

"You know... I might be able to help."

I looked at her, almost asking "how?"

She perked up, turning to face me.

"Well, I've been studying hypnosis!"

"Hypnosis?" I thought to myself. Laughing a bit.

"What? You don't believe me?" She pouted.

"That stuff doesn't really work, Kell." I added.

She scrunched her face, before a mischievous look crossed it and she pulled out a watch.

"Good. Then no objections to me trying!"

I rolled my eyes.

"Fine..." I groaned.

She began swinging the watch in front of me. Saying a bunch of crap about how sleepy I was and how heavy my eyes were... To be honest, I didn't feel it.

"In a moment I'll count back from 10 to 1. When I finish you'll fall into a deep trance."

"10"

"9"

"8"

"7"

"6"

"5"

"4"

"3"

"2"

"1"

And with that, she dropped the watch, her chin slumping to her chest as she fell back on the couch.