Well you’ve seen it ten times before

How the hell do you play something like this? No shit, there I was, an attractive and clearly interested girl on my lap while the woman that I wanted was watching me manhandle her. The flush on Carrie’s face told me that she was turned on by what she witnessed, so I decided to look at this as a sort of investment with both immediate and long term returns. Get her worked up. Maybe even jealous. Time to kick things up a notch with Anna.

I bowed my head so that my lips hovered over the beautiful Russian’s ear, and with my eyes locked on Carrie ( who had by now given up all pretense of not obviously staring while her boyfriend was talking shop with the bouncer on the gate), and whispered, “Tell me what you want. Tell me your desires.” Corny, I know, but we were in a damn Goth club and I was basically dressed like Satan.

My whisper brought on another low moan which told me I was on the right track. I traced a finger along the rim of her ear and continued “Any fantasy that you have, if it’s within my power I’ll make it real for you.” My finger followed the path of her jawline and slowly began to drag along her neck. Again she shuddered. But she finally responded, although so quietly that I barely heard her.

“I often dream of the nezhit’yu... the undead”

Yep. A vampire junkie. I can work with that. “And what do you dream about?”

She sighed softly, “I dream that the vampir comes upon me in my room or in a dark place,” a slight chuckle, “like this one. He is charming and gentle, but I know that he hungers to take me and drain the blood from my body. And then I meet his gaze and I am under his spell. I cannot help but to obey.” She shiveredyet again. Yep. I had her number now. Like a deer in headlights.

“How does that make you feel? The loss of control doesn’t frighten you, does it?” I was already dropping my tone subtly, letting out a low chuckle, “You’re turned on by it.” It wasn’t a question.

“Da, yes, it excites me. “

See when I dropped out of school a couple years prior to all this I did something so cliche that it’s almost laughable. I ran away to join the circus. Well, the carnival really. After a month of rousty work I got offered an apprenticeship by the mentalist. A mont later and I had my own stage and was taking a portion of the gate.

As a stage hypnotist.

I developed something of a fetish for it, and my pocket watch was more than just an affectation. Anna was obviously a good subject, already following the ‘yes set’, answering all my questions, and possibly even at a light trance state now. I could do a speed induction in seconds but that wouldn’t play to her expectation.

“What would you give to make this fantasy come true?”