Christmas Hypno Submission

“Fuck, can she cut me some slack considering the time of the month?” Danielle cursed angrily. The woman was just out of the editor-in-chief's office. The brunette-haired girl was a journalist and contributor for the Hot Strumpet, an adult magazine. Sometimes she was considering whether it was right for a woman like her to work in this kind of field. It wasn’t the first time she thought that, but in the end, she didn’t quit her job. The pay in this job was nice, and at this time and in this economy, moving to another job was hard for her. The job itself was actually not that ‘hard’, well, most of the time. She was a contributor to the gossip section. Her job was to find and write the city’s current hottest gossip. Finding new gossip was not that hard; there was always new gossip, but a hot and newsworthy one was the main challenge. It was the trouble that she faced right now; her previous submission was deemed not newsworthy and hot enough by their editor-in-chief, another woman named Melinda Stooge. Melinda demanded a replacement story as quickly as possible before Christmas, the thing was, Christmas was just the day after tomorrow, which mean, she only had a day to get her new submission done if she still wanted her Christmas holiday, and of course, she wanted to have her holiday, she had already booked a full beauty spa treatment for Christmas day, a self-reward for her hard work this year.

In the end, the brown-haired woman could only swallow her protest and go searching for new gossip.

She drove her car to her favorite bar, the Tavern. For ages, the Tavern was a hub of information; even in the dawn of the internet, locals often traded stories in this place.

“Heya, Sweetie, you seem not to be in the best mood. What happened?” Asked a middle-aged man as Danielle took a seat on the barstool.

The man was the Tavern’s bartender, Demian Jones.

“As usual, troubles at work,” Danielle answered curtly.

“What did Melinda ask you this time?” The man asked again. Danielle was a regular of his, and he was used to hearing her stories and plight; he knew that Danielle was working at the Hot Strumpet. Hell, Demian was actually quite close with Melinda, Danielle’s boss, because Melinda was another regular of the Tavern back in the days when she wasn’t quite busy with work.

“Well, she told me that my submission isn’t good enough and told me to get a new story. Didn’t she know that Christmas was just in front of our eyes? For God's sake, she is a Christian too; she should know better to sympathize with fellow Christian women during the Christmas month, but no, the bitch didn’t even bat an eyelid or say sorry for what she just asked me.”

Demian put down a glass of a cocktail in front of Danielle, “This one is on the house. This is not much, but it might make you feel better.”

“Thank you, Demian.” To show how frustrated she was, Danielle drank the glass of cocktail in one go.

“No problem.”

“So, have you heard any spicy stories happening in the city lately?” Danielle asked. This was her purpose of coming here.

Demian shook his head, the worst outcome Danielle wanted.

“I have nothing worth telling, most was baseless rumor that probably would be turned down by Melinda like your previous one, but I know a place that may have the stories you seek.”

Demian then handed her a business card.

“The Pedia Midnight Club?” Danielle read the card Demian gave her, “What kind of place is that? Is this a new stripclub in the city?”

“It's an exclusive club. What I heard is that you can’t enter the place without bringing this business card. It works as an invitation letter. An acquaintance of mine gave it to me. The place is a place for ‘eccentric’ ladies kept by the high class to gather. If you couldn’t get the hottest gossip in the city there, I don’t know where else you can get it.”

“Is it okay with you? I mean, your friend gave it to you.” Danielle was about to return the business card to Demian, but the man refused it.

“Don’t you hear me? It’s mainly a place for ladies to gather. Well, there are, of course, some men who brought them there, but I’m not too chummy with them. In short, I don’t have any use for it, so why not give it to people who need it more like you?”

“Thank you, Demian. You are such a godsend.”

“Just don’t embarrass me when you are there. Try to look your best, and don’t look like a weary, overworked office lady.”

Danielle smiled wryly at the man, “Will do.”

“Go get the hottest story of the year, girl.”

“Is this the place?” Danielle mumbled as she reached the address on the business card. Before coming here, she had changed her professional skirt and blouse for her best black minidress. Her face was caked with immaculate makeup. The curly brown-haired girl wasn’t bad-looking. Nobody working in the Hot Strumpet was bad-looking; being good-looking was one of the criteria to be hired there. Though she wasn’t playboy model beauty, she was still pretty enough. Danielle put her curly hair in a tasteful updo. Right now, she doesn't look like a journalist, but a high-class lady. She didn’t want to disappoint Demian’s expectation of her by dressing half-assedly.

“Stop.” Danielle was stopped by the bouncer as she walked toward the entrance. “Your card, please.”

Danielle handed the business card Demian gave her to the bouncer.

“Welcome to our club, Madam. Enjoy your stay in our club,” the bouncer greeted her as he handed the card back to Danielle.

She passed the bouncer and entered the building. From what she heard from Demian, she expected the place would be quite classy because it was an exclusive club but what she saw still made her amazed, it was like she had stepped into a different era when she looked at the very futuristic interior of the club, it was so different than the rustic Tavern but the amazement didn’t last long when she saw the strippers dancing on the stage at the center of the room.

What did I expect? It’s a nightclub, and it will have what a nightclub has. I might expect too much that this place will be less ‘wild’ because this place is mainly a gathering for ‘high-class ladies’.

Danielle shifted her attention from the stage and looked around. Most women in the club looked like high-class escorts; most of them looked like sex goddesses. A few were more modestly dressed, but instead of looking like high-class escorts, they looked like a trophy wife for a powerful man. In other words, they were different, but only a little bit.

Danielle walked toward the bar. The bartender had unnatural purple hair. She was probably the most modestly dressed one in the club. She wore a standard bartending uniform of a white blouse, black pants, and a vest. The only element in her attire that stood out and wasn’t found in a standard bartending uniform was probably her prismatic colored bowtie.

“Welcome to our club, Miss. I see that you are a new face. I’m Mona, the bartender here, well, it’s kind of obvious,” greeted the bartender.

“Thanks for your warm welcome, Mona. A friend just gave me the business card, telling me that this place will have what I need.”

“I will not guarantee it though that you will get what you need in this place. Mind telling me who your friend is?”

“Demian. Demian Marco. The bartender of the Tavern.” Danielle answered.

“Demian gave you his card? Is he here with you?” Mona had a surprised and elated expression on her face once she heard Danielle say Demian’s name.

Danielle shook her head, “Nah, I’m alone. Demian is too busy with his bar, you know what time of the year it is.” Danielle didn’t tell her that Demian didn’t want to be bothered to come to this place, fearing that it would spark a misunderstanding.

Mona gave a nod of understanding. “Demian is a mentor figure for me; I will not be here without Demian’s help. I owe him a lot. So, if you are his friend, you are also my friend! I take back my word; I will help you to get what you need here as long as it is in my capacity.”

“Thank you again, Mona. I’m actually here for work. I’m Danielle Miles, a contributor for the Hot Strumpet, the adult magazine.” Danielle introduced herself. She then narrated what happened so far, from how her editor-in-chief refused her old submission to Damien giving her the address to this place, telling her that this was the place to get the stories in the city.

“Hot gossip, huh? Demian sent you to the right place. This place is full of it. I can tell you some.”

“Wait, let me take my note first,” Danielle quickly fetched a small notepad and pen from her purse. “I’m ready.”

“See that Amazoness MILF in a long sexy designer dress there, who is surrounded by a few other ladies?” Mona pointed in a direction, and Danielle followed her pointer.

Danielle looked at the mentioned MILF. She was a woman with a quite fit body packed with lean muscle. Because of her body figure, it was not wrong that Mona called her an Amazoness MILF. She was dressed in a high-slit red sequin dress that gave a peek at her shapely, toned thigh. Danielle could see a spade tattoo on her left thigh, barely hidden by her dress.

“That’s Anna Lebron. Previously known as Anna Robinson. She was a quite powerful and successful career woman. She was an executive in one of this city’s big investment companies. ‘Was’ is the keyword. She retired from her work to be a good housewife for her new husband, Mr. Darel Lebron. You know what's outrageous? Darel was the big brother of a bully who bullied her son. Her son is currently missing, but Anna doesn’t seem to care about him, the ‘loser’ anymore. It is what she calls her son nowadays. From what I heard, before meeting Darel, though Anna was quite strict in nature, she was a loving mother and was protective of her son. What a twist, right?” Mona told Danielle about Anna’s life.

Danielle nodded.

The bartender continued, “It is rumored that Darel Lebron was using something to control her mind and turn the loving mother against her son to avenge his brother because Anna’s loser son had put his younger brother in jail. So, be wary if Anna sends you any link or video; you shouldn’t watch it in private, get some friends with you in case you are about to be mind-controlled.”

“Mind control? Do you mean ****?” Danielle asked.

“No, the hypnosis and brainwashing kind of stuff.”

“That’s not real.”

“Well, it’s up to you to believe it or not; I just said the rumor floating around. But don’t you think that what makes the story enticing? A man mind-controls a successful businesswoman whose son was bullied by his brother. Imagine that as a headline.”

As she said, it might make the story more enticing. Imagine if it is real, this will be an instant sensation among the public. But will Melinda accept this story, or will she toss this story into the trash can because of how unbelievable it sounds? Maybe I can tweak the story a little.

Danielle still wrote what she heard from Mona in her notepad, but decided to make a little tweak; instead of saying it was mind control, she emphasized that it was a forbidden affair between a single mother and her family’s enemies.

“Do you have any other rumors?” Danielle asked.

Mona nodded excitedly, “See that stripper on the stage? The one with the horn headband and devil tail buttplug?”

That was the stripper Danielle saw when she first walked inside.

“She’s Sister Mare or Mare the succubus as people here call her. The Sister title in her front name isn’t just a decoration; she was truly a nun of the convent. ‘Was’ is the keyword. You may not believe this one because it sounds unbelievable; her whole convent was disbanded, and most of the previous nuns in that convent are now working in the service industry as strippers or whores. Those who once devoted themselves to God, now entirely working for pleasure and vice. They said a devil had taken control of their soul. Well, I believe them. Only a devil can make this kind of situation. Quite a chilling story, isn’t it?”

Danielle just smiled wryly at the bartender, “Unfortunately, our magazine writes hot gossip instead of horror. Any more ‘normal’ stories?”

“Well, this place is full of eccentrics. You know the saying, the richer you are, the weirder you are. If you want a more normal story, let me think…right, there is that one. You see that lady with a revealing blazer dress, that’s Jenna Fisher. She works as a manager in the BLKS Initiative-owned corporation. Are you familiar with the BLKS Initiative?”

Danielle nodded, “That's the foundation that said they will uplift black people's lives, isn’t it? A foundation built upon the ‘Black Lives Matter’ movement.”

“It wasn’t that simple, people said what BLKS Initiative wanted wasn’t equality for black people, but black domination over other races, especially the white.”

Danielle looked at Jenna. From her appearance, Danielle could guess that Jenna was in a similar age group to her, probably mid 20s. She was wearing a sexy one-piece blazer dress with a big V-shaped neckline that showed a generous portion of her cleavage.

“So, what's the deal with this Jenna Fisher?”

“She was a sweet girl. Was happily married to her boyfriend, whom she dated for eight years. Once more, please emphasize ‘Was’. The company she worked at was acquired by BLKS Initiative. She started to change after she went to a managerial retreat that the BLKS Initiative held. I heard she connected with her old friends at that place. The said old friend is a higher-up of BLKS Initiative. I heard they had an affair on said retreat. And Jenna came back a changed woman. She’s now a BLKS Initiative model employee. All ruthless efficiency and cold, heartless attitude. But that cruel, remorseless front doesn’t seem to be applied when she was facing a black man. She is now well-known as a big slut for black cock, especially if those cock belong to members of BLKS Initiative.”

“It looks like she just awakened her slutty side. Some people will do anything to be in a position of power. Well, compared to the other two rumors you said, this one is more normal.”

Mona had a wicked grin on her face, “Normal? Not really. The BLKS Initiative was suspected of doing some brainwashing experiments on its employees. Jenna had a change of personality in less than two weeks. I bet brainwashing was involved in her personality shift.”

“Oh, come on, you don’t need to say that! Why are all the rumors you heard here involving mind control?” Danielle protested in a joking manner.

“Well, this place is a gathering for mind controllers. So, it is normal for the stories to have mind control involved,” Mona answered nonchalantly.

Her nonchalant reply made Danielle think her answer was a joke. “I hope that it's only a joke, because I really need some hot gossip right now and it needs to be believable.”

“Is there any problem if the stories involve mind control?” Mona asked.

“Yeah, Melinda, my editor-in-chief might not like it and threw my submission in the trash can before chewing me and asking me to work overtime on Christmas day.”

“Ah. I see. But what do you truly think about the story? Do you think it is hot enough?”

“I don’t believe in mind control, so rather than finding it hot, I find it funny.” The brown-haired journalist answered honestly.

Danielle’s answer brought a dissatisfied expression on Mona’s face, “Funny, huh? Well, how about I change your mind?”

“Change my mind? Will you hypnotize me?”

“You are Demian’s friend. I will not hypnotize you without your consent, so I will convince you in another way. I want you to submit those stories that you had heard from me to your editor and give her this card. You might be chewed by her, as you said, but I will handle the rest. I will guarantee that you will get your Christmas holiday, and Melinda will not trouble you with any work for the rest of the year.”

“Really?” Danielle still had a doubt in her mind. Mona had handed her a card, which was a similar but slightly different card from the invitation card Demian had given her before. The card was more prismatic like Mona’s bowtie. Some foil covered the card, but aside from the prettier design, it was nothing special, aside from making her eyes feel tired because of the sparkly display.

Well, the worst that could happen was probably losing my holiday. I would just accept it if it came to that.

“I swear,” Mona promised.

“Fine, if you succeed, I will let you hypnotize me.”

The two girls then had a pinky swear to seal their deal.

The next morning, as Danielle expected, Melinda was chewing her whole. The wavy blonde-haired MILF wasn’t going easy on Danielle.

“Is this the best you can do, Danielle? Three unbelievable mind control stories? Did you just make this shit up?” Melinda said angrily. She threw the stack of articles back to Danielle.

Well, it’s better than seeing it go into the trash bin.

“No, Ma’am. I didn’t make it up, I got it from a trusted place.”

“Trusted place? Where? Do you mean Demian’s?”

“No, Ma’am. I got it from this place.” Danielle handed Melinda the card that she got from Mona. “The place is gathering for the city’s high-class. You can’t even enter without bringing this card invitation, Ma’am. If you want to verify the stories, you can go there.”

Melinda’s attention was drawn to the card that Danielle just handed her. Her eyes scanned it. Their eyes swung from left to right…right to left…in slow rhythm.

The room suddenly grew silent as Melinda’s attention was taken by the card.

“Ma’am. Are you okay?” Danielle called.

Melinda shrugged her daze after hearing Danielle calling her, “I’m fine. Alright, I will come to that place to verify your story. If I found out that you made this stuff up. You will not only need to work on Christmas Day, but I will also make sure you will work till the new year eve.”

Danielle gulped her saliva in worry. Right now, she could only hope that Mona really had it all under control. She began to pray that mind control was real.

It was the night before Christmas, and Danielle held her phone in worry. Mona hadn’t yet called her regarding Melinda’s matter. She was still holding on to her hope and prayer, but it grew weaker as the moments passed. She was unable to sleep, even though knowing that tomorrow she might need to go to work.

It was right after midnight when her phone rang. A message from Mona.

[Ho…ho…ho…are you waiting for a Christmas Miracle, Ho? Sorry if I made you worried. I scheduled this message to be sent right on Christmas Day. Click on this link, it is your Christmas present.]

Danielle clicked on the link. It was a video of Mona and Melinda’s conversation.

“Are you Melinda Stooge?” Mona asked.

“I am.” Melinda was visiting the club after work. She didn’t bother to change her clothes, so the blonde MILF was still in her professional black pantsuit.

“I am Mona, I’m the source of Danielle’s story. I know you are here to verify my stories.”

Melinda nodded. “Do you have any proof that this story is real?”

Mona shrugged her shoulders, “If I have proof about what those men are doing, this will not only be gossip, but it will probably already made it to the national news. But I have proof that mind control does happen.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ma’am, what is your opinion about those stories?”

“It’s ridiculous and unbelievable,” Melinda answered.

“Are those stories good enough to be included in your magazine?”

The blonde editor shook her head, “The mind control aspect had ruined the story. This kind of story will never make its way to our magazine.”

“Can you look at my bowtie, Ma’am?”

Melinda glared at Mona’s bowtie as the bartender commanded. Her attention was instantly taken by the pretty yet weird bowtie. It was a colorful bowtie; different angles gave a different color. It was sparkling with color. She was drawn by the color.

“You are now under my control, Ma’am. And you like it, you like being mind-controlled. Being mind-controlled turns you on. You find it hot. You find stories that involve mind control are the hottest things you read. You have a mind control fetish, but you tried to hide it.”

“I have a mind control fetish, but I tried to hide it…” Melinda repeated Mona’s words. It felt right in her mouth.

“Yes, you have a mind control fetish. You just don’t want people to know your fetish, but not anymore. It’s now fine to let people know you have a mind control fetish. You don’t want to hide it anymore.”

“I don’t want to hide my fetish anymore…”

“So, how do you let people know that you have a mind control fetish?”

“Uhm….I will include those three mind control stories in my magazine, and mind control stories will be a regular entry from now on. People will know that I have a mind control fetish.” Melinda bit her lips, trying to hold her moan. Just thinking that many would read the stories she included in her magazine, and people knowing that she had a mind control fetish turned her on.

“Good, and I take it that you will not let Danielle work on Christmas day because you had accepted her story's submission.”

“Yes, Danielle no longer needs to work on Christmas Day.”

Danielle almost jumped in joy when Melinda in the video said that she had accepted her story's submission and was not forcing her to work on Christmas. She had successfully held her excitement down. She still couldn’t believe that mind control was real, but the proof was in front of her eyes.

Mona easily changed Melinda’s mind. She wasn’t sure how Mona did it, but she only knew that Mona had asked Melinda to look at her bowtie, and then Melinda suddenly followed what Mona said. On one hand, she was happy that Mona changed Melinda’s mind and gave Danielle her deserved holiday, but on the other hand, she was worried, she was worried because of the implications of what Mona did; Mind control exists. And Mona couldn’t be the only mind controller out there, and she couldn’t expect that every mind controller was as good-natured as Mona.

Another message from Mona came in on her phone.

[MERRY CHRISTMAS, Dani, do you like the Christmas present I sent you? Now, do you believe in mind control?

Maybe the last one isn’t convincing enough, so I have another one for you. Click this link.]

Danielle opened the new link Mona gave her. Another video. It was the continuation of the previous video.

“It’s a waste to just send you home and do nothing to you. So, hear me out, Melinda; You want to dance on stage to celebrate this happy day." Mona said.

“I want to dance on stage to celebrate this happy day…”

“And it’s not your usual dance, but a sensual erotic dance like what the stripper did.”

“A sensual erotic dance…?” There was a tone of hesitation in Melinda’s voice.

“You are okay with it. You love to dance erotically and show your body. As the editor-in-chief for an adult magazine, you must have had a fantasy about showing off your body as your model did. Being a stripper was one of your hidden fantasies that you never dared to entertain. This is the moment you wait for in your life, being controlled to perform on stage as a stripper.”

Melinda was visibly squirming in her chair. “Yes, I want to dance like a stripper on stage.”

Mona had a sly smile on her face, “Wait here, I will arrange it for you.”

The video scene faded to dark for a few seconds before it changed scenes. It now showed an empty stage. Moments later, from behind the curtain, Melinda sashayed to the stage. She was still in her professional pantsuit, but her makeup had been retouched so she would look more sensual, with smoky eyeshadow and bright red lipstick.

She danced on the stage sensually like she wanted to fuck the pole, and then a few moments later started to remove her articles of clothing one by one until she was buck naked. Not stopping there, she then gave the audience a masturbation show. She rubbed her pussy frantically and squirted like a broken dam.

“I never see Melinda be that wild.” Danielle was amazed at how far Mona could control Melinda. But her bad feeling also grew stronger, as if telling her that making a deal with Mona was a mistake.

Her phone then rang again; it was not a message this time, but a call from Melinda. Danielle hesitantly picked it up because she was feeling guilty.

“Hello, Melinda, what’s up?” Danielle was playing dumb.

“Oh, I just want to say thank you for referring me to this place. I have a blast here. I accept your story submission, so you can have your holiday. Anyway, have you seen my video that my mistress sent you?” said Melinda from the other side.

“Mistress? Who’s Mistress?”

“Oh come on, Danielle, don’t play stupid, you know who I’m referring to, it’s Mistress Mona. Thank you for introducing me to her. You make me realize how much I love to be controlled. You gave me a nice Christmas present.”

“Uhm…I’m sorry, I think I made a mistake.”

“No, it’s not a mistake, I’m happier now compared to before. Oh, one more thing, the mistress said: don’t try to renege on your promise, she thinks you are her friend, she expects you to come to her after Christmas Day to be hypnotized. Enjoy your Christmas, Dani.”

Melinda ended the call.

“This will be a fucking Christmas.” Danielle cursed.

THE END

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