The lone woman

Isaac walked up to the woman who was still deep in thought. "Excuse me, what do you think of this?" He asked as he took out the pendant and swung it.

"That'ssss, verrry, nicccce," said the woman before falling into a full trance.

"Tell me your name," said Isaac.

"Cheryl Green."

"Are you married, Cheryl?"

"No."

"Cheryl, you will invite me to join you. You find me very sexy. The sound of my voice is sexy, and makes you horny. The more you hear my voice, the hornier you get. If I mention an article of clothing, you will stand up, remove the article, and put it on the back of your chair and not realize what you are doing. When I point out you are not wearing an article of clothing, you will become very embarrassed, and you will forget how to put that article of clothing on." Isaac looked at her perfect makeup. "Cheryl, when I say the word 'red,' you will put on a fresh coat of lipstick as quickly as you can then forget you did it. When I say the word 'hair,' you will run your fingers through your hair and mess it up then forget you did it. You will believe whatever I say. When I say the 'Sleepy Cheryl,' you will go back into this trance."

Isaac snapped Cheryl out of her trance.

"So what's your name?" asked Cheryl.

"Isaac, and you?"

"Cheryl. Will you join me?"

"Well, I was going to buy a pair of red pants, but sure." Isaac sat down.

Cheryl reached in her purse and brought out a tube of bright red lipstick and quickly put on another coat before putting the lipstick back in her purse. She stood up, unbuckled her belt, unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, took them off and laid them over the back of her chair and sat back down.

"May need a hair cut too," said Isaac.

Cheryl ran her fingers through her hair, messing it up a bit.

"So what are you working on?"

"I'm a free lance reporter, and am doing a piece on local boutiques who are trying to get into online orders and hand made clothing." Cheryl licked her lip and leaned closer.

"So, like a handmade shirt?" asked Isaac.

Cheryl took off her shirt and hung it over the back of her chair. She sat there in a pair of beige panties and matching bra.

"I think you'd look good in a red shirt," said Isaac.

Cheryl quickly put on a third coat of bright red lipstick, it was getting smeared now.

"Did you ever have red hair?" asked Isaac.

"That's an odd question," said Cheryl as she put on yet another quote of red lipstick then ran her fingers through her hair again. She smiled at Isaac. "So what do you do?"

"I'm a retired spy for the CIA," said Isaac, "so I can't talk about my work."

"Oh, I understand." Cheryl lifted a leg and ran her toe up and down Isaac's shin.