Under the spell of the hypnotist

The next few days... well, I don’t want to go over them in detail but suffice it to say Annie and I got new jobs. I like to say we became Jazmine’s maids instead of her new dolls, but the latter would be a more apt description. When we weren’t cleaning her mansion, fanning her like a princess from a faraway feudal land, or giving her massages, she made us go on embarrassing errands while laughing from afar.

For example, she took us to the food court to make me and Annie have a pretend catfight that ended with both our clothes ripped to shreds. I know it was Jazmine playing at mashing her dolls together, but damn, Annie had some claws on her for that one. Never seen a shirt rip open like that.

Another day, we got to the mall and she makes us go to the changing room, strip, and try to sneak out of the store wearing only stolen underwear. Our little sneaking trip was cut short by the alarms at the door, and the whole mall must have stared while the guards forcefully yanked our underwear from us. At least we avoided problems with the law, even if now I owe my friend Rebecca another favor.

Then, there was another time she gave us tickets to a packed movie premiere and made us strip naked before leaving the cinema with our clothes in her bag. That was bad enough, but then she began to pinch and tickle her dolls to make us have a laughing fit in the theater…

Can’t say it has been too pleasant, but still, it’s not as bad as some of the other stuff I've done. Like that dreadful show I had to put in Rome. Ugh, why would the Pope even attend such a bawdy act? Sends shivers down my spine just thinking about it.

Sadly, Jazmine remembered my profession and decided it was high time to get **** on the people she never could. Her exes, Dahlia and Pamela. She sent us to find them so that she could plan an ambush and show them that the student had become the master.

So that’s what we have been doing. Annie and I are stalking them from a coffee shop next to their apartment.

I’m sitting in my white panties and a tank top. It’s a bit of an embarrassing outfit, but at least I’m decent enough. It makes it seem like I’m returning from the beach, even if it is on the other side of town. Plenty of people had been staring at me, but what can you expect? I’m a bombshell.

Jazmine’s clothing wheel wasn’t so merciful to Annie. She has a skimpy apron tied around her waist that leaves her pale butt cheeks rubbing against the sticky leather of the seat. Her top is covered by a tiny corset that barely keeps half her breasts covered. I’ve seen Annie’s pink nipples pop out practically every time she turns around.

Annie’s cheeks are so red that they match her hair, her freckles almost camouflaged in her blush. She’s been glaring daggers at everyone daring to look her way, myself included.

“Arg,” Annie took a bite out of a loose strand of her hair. “We have to find a way to turn the tables around. I can’t take this anymore.”

“I dunno, this isn’t as bad as our trip to Europe. Remember Switzerland and the train ride with the-“

“Stop! We agreed to never talk about that ever again.”

I tossed my binoculars to Annie. “Heads up. Dahlia leaving at 10 o’clock. Seems like she runs some sort of art supply shop. A good place as any to strike… if we don’t find a way out of Jazmine’s grubby little hands before then. Maybe we could even save those two lovebirds.”

“I dunno. What they did to Jazmine was pretty bad too. I understand why she is mad at them, even if she took her payback too far on the wrong people.”

“Regardless, I think I got an idea of how to get out of this mess.”

“A arts and craft shop? Huh, I guess Dahlia never grew up.” We were on a dinner, eating breakfast. Jazmine had joined us, twirling the key we stole for her in between her fingers as she played with her latest two dolls. It was time to put the first part of her master plan into action.

I could feel the sweat running down my every pore. Everyone else was staring right at us, especially at the firm buns under my back. It was my turn to wear the skimpy apron. Annie, meanwhile, was learning the hard way what a hammock bikini was. If you looked at her from the right angle, it was like she was wearing nothing at all.

Things were getting worse. Hopefully, our plan would work before things really went to hell.

Jazmine grabbed both dolls and whispered a suggestion into their ears. One they could not easily refuse. “Tonight, at 7 PM, come to the craft shop. And old friend is waiting.”