Bebe Rexha

"Still job hunting?" Bebe asked as she came out of her bedroom. She was supposed to be going on a shopping trip, hence her dress.

"Yeah," I said. "But ten years as a hypnotist isn't exactly quality job skills, you know?"

She sat beside me on the couch. One of the ugliest kids in high school, now a curvaceous bombshell singer. And I had the privilege to live with her.

"Does that stuff actually work?" she asked. "Like, I see it online but it looks super fake."

"Care to roll the dice?" I asked.

She grinned. "Sure. But I think I'm way too strong-willed for that."

I went to my room and got my pocket watch and held it in front of her face and began to swing it.

"Bebe," I said. "Your eyelids are full of lead. As the watch swings, you find it hard to keep them open."

Bebe's eyes stayed focused on the watch.

"Now, when I snap my fingers, you will sleep."

I snapped my fingers, causing Bebe's head to slump forward and rest on her tits.

"Bebe, can you hear me?"

"Yes," came her sleepy voice.

Now, that would have been it. I would have woken her up, told her I had hypnotized her, and that would be it. But, well, seeing my hot celebrity roommate with a famous ass right here, in front of me and in a trance, was too much to resist.