Midnight Mind-Wipe with Johnny Coleman

Bright lights illuminate a small Hollywood sound stage. An audience of around 40 people, sitting in cheap looking bleachers, excitedly cheer in anticipation. "It's Midnight Mind-wipe!" a man's disembodied voice announces, as the show's title materializes in stylized letters.

A flat arrangement of horns, drums, and guitars plays in the background on a small Hollywood sound stage. Several cameras are positioned at the base of the bleachers towards the front of the stage pointed at a desk, couch, guest chair, and desk common to the talk-show format. Hanging from the ceiling are several monitors displaying a live camera feed of whatever shot is currently on tv.

"With your host, Johnny Coleman!" the voice announces. The audience gives a round of applause as a large set of velvet curtains draw on the far right side of the stage, revealing a svelte older man dressed in a navy blue suit and an elaborately patterned necktie. His hair appears to have been dyed dark black with bits of gray peppered in as to conceal his real age without making it too obvious. A thick layer of make-up also serves this purpose, pancaking over several of his wrinkles.

He stands and waves at the audience. The crowd begins to simmer down as he reaches the center and brings his hand in the air for one final wave.

"Good evening, everyone. We have a wonderful show for you tonight. It is our Friday night show, or as we like to call it, uh, 'the bad one',” A brief flash flickers on the monitors and the crowd laughs in an eerie unison. “No, but seriously folks we are so glad to have you all here with us today! It’s been a pretty crazy week in the news. Did you hear about this? A mayoral candidate in North Dakota was caught having sex with a performer from Swan Lake. ” he nods, “That’s right. He was disqualified from the race for stuffing the ballet box!” A tortured pun, but enough that the audience roars with laughter again.

The next few jokes are of similar caliber, about various current events and celebrity gossip. It doesn't seem to matter how actually funny the jokes are, the host's natural delivery consistently leaves the audience in stitches. Flashing his charismatic smile each time, it doesn't seem to take much to have them eating out of the palm of his hands.

He continues with this for a few more minutes before seeming to pivot to another segment.

"Now folks, it's time for everyone's favorite part of the show. The part of our show where one lucky audience member gets to come on stage and become the star of our show!" He pauses for an applause break. “Would I be able to get a volunteer?”

Several audience members jump up and down, waving their arms. Several shouts ring out trying to get his attention. He surveys the crowd for a few seconds before pointing somewhere in the middle part of the bleachers, “How about you, in the third row!” He points.

The camera cuts to the young blonde with her hand still straight in the air. She is wearing a deep cropped tank top that provides a generous view of her tits and a pair of black leggings. Her skin is evenly tanned, with several freckled specks decorating her chest and shoulders, though slight tan lines peak from beneath the spaghetti straps of her tank top. She jumps excitedly then dashes down the short amount of stairs, causing her breasts to vulgarly jiggle with each step.

Johnny extends his hand to greet her and positions her to his right.

“Welcome to the show! Why don’t you tell us your name and a little bit about yourself?”

“Hi everyone!” she waves with both hands, “My name’s Amber. I'm 25. I'm originally from South Beach, Florida, but I moved to LA a few years ago. I have 2 dogs and I work right now as an actress.” Her voice is high pitched and bubbly. Her face beams with a radiant smile, unable to contain her joy of being selected to come on stage. Rocking on her heels and subtle puffing out her chest to the camera's benefit.

“Great to meet you, Amber! Now tell us, how much do you know about our show?”

"Uuuh." She begins fidgeting with her hands, "I don't really know anything about your show...some guy just came up to me and asked if I wanted to be on TV." She shrugs.

The crowd laughes in unison.

“Oh that's alright, Amber." He says, maintaining a toothy grin, "well, since you aren't too familiar with our show, you probably didn’t know this isn’t just any normal talk show. Are you familiar with hypnosis, Amber?”

“Hmmmm," she thinks for a moment, "My friend took me to a show one time where a hypnotist turned her into a chicken, but I figured she must have been faking it. I’ve also seen it in movies and stuff, but I didn’t think it was, like, a real thing.”

“Oh it's a very real thing, Amber. It's how we are going to get you in character for your performance. You're an actress, right?"

"I mean I guess, I don't know if I want to be hypnotized..."

"Well it is a lot like acting," Johnny shifts and turns slightly towards Amber, moving in slightly closer, "just like with acting you have a director telling you what to do. How to move and how to think, right?"

"Yeah...sort of..."

"That's all I am Amber. I am your director and the first thing I need you to do is look into my eyes." He gazes right through her. Furrowing his brow and making fierce eye contact.

"Okay..." Amber responds. Suddenly feeling incredibly small, under the towering host's intense stare.

"Very good, Amber. Look deep, deep into my eyes. Feel them drawing you in. You feel yourself getting sleepy. Feel yourself getting relaxed. You want to obey," the host continues.

Each word hits Amber like a wave crashing over her. Her shoulders slacken, "What is going on?" She stammers, "I feel so..so"

“TRANCE” she is cut off. Johnny’s hand surges toward her forehead, her eyes roll back and her body goes limp. Johnny moves behind her allowing her to fall loosely into his arms. They begin swaying back and forth, locked together in a gentle rocking motion.

“Just relax,” he whispers. His voice is hushed, but firm in tone. “Letting your mind drift away. Focusing only on my voice. Just think of me as your director. Telling you what to do, how to act, what to think..."

Johnny pulls her in closer. He lowers his voice even further to a register too soft for the mics to pick up. Amber nods and straightens her legs so that she can stand on her own. Her eyes flicker open but appear glassy and unfocused. Simply staring off into space and nodding as Johnny near silently feeds instructions into her pliable mind.

Suddenly, Johnny snaps his fingers. Amber’s back straightens and she puffs out her chest. The host steps in front of her to address the camera.

“Now I would take a moment to thank one of our sponsors, Pavlov's puppy chow” smiling wide, he raises his hand again.

*snap*

Amber drops to her hands and knees, “Woof! Woof!” her tongue rolls out of her mouth and pants rapidly. The crowd erupts with laughter.

Johnny kneels down next to Amber, keeping eye contact with the camera, “Pavlov's puppy chow is the only dog food that ensures your dog is happy, healthy, full of energy and most importantly obedient! Sit Amber!"

"Woof! Woof!" Amber leans back and stretches her knees until her ass is on the floor.

"Lay down!"

"Ruff!" Amber instantly presses her chest to the ground. Flattening her tits against the linoleum floor.

Johnny pulls a small red ball from his pocket.

"Fetch!"

Johnny chucks the ball towards the back of the stage and Amber excitedly chases after it on to the couch. Clumsily bounding on all fours, shaking her ass wagging an imaginary tail.

Imitating a standard pitchman, Johnny turns back to the camera, "Pavlov's dog food is approved by 9 out of 10 veterinarians against the leading dog food brand."

Amber makes her way back to the center of the stage, as he carries on, proudly carrying the ball between her teeth. Her hair is messy from digging into the couch cushions. She tries to leap on to Johnny, but quickly falls back to her hands as if her body is no longer able to support her on two legs.

Johnny’s face crinkles in annoyance. He attempts to remain professional, but Amber continues to try and get his attention, nudging his side and pawing at his pants.

“Be sure to consult your veterinarian before swiiitching,” Johnny cuts himself off, as Amber shoves her nose directly into his crotch. The crowd cracks up as he jumps back in surprise.

“Now Amber we need to get through the commercial," Johnny admonishes her.

Amber pauses for a moment, but just tilts her head. Not seeming to understand. She tries to leap on him again and he tries to back away, but she is unrelenting. She chases Johnny around the studio yapping as the straps of her tank top slip off her arms.

"Pavlov's dog food..huff...is a subsidiary off...Amber stop!" he stumbles through the rest of the ad, but can only get out a few words before being interrupted once again. It is unclear how much of this routine was a planned part of the show versus the command getting out of his hands.

“That's enough! Amber, sit!" Johnny commands. His tone is much sterner than before.

Amber obeys, sensing that she is in trouble. Her mouth clamps shut and she leans back, resting her ass on the heels. She whimpers softly while giving her best puppy dog eyes.

Johnny cracks a smile, "Awwww, Good girl," he rubs her head, mussing her hair into her face.

"Speak!"

"Woof! Woof!"

Johnny kneels in front of her. "Very good. Shake!" She plops a half closed fist into his open palm. "Good girl, now roll over!" the loyal puppy-girl drops to her side then rolls over on her back. She writhes excitedly on the ground with her arms and legs bent in the air. Her tank top bunches up around her chest as Johnny reaches down and starts rubbing her belly. His hands roam up and down her exposed skin, occasionally drifting up to quickly cop a feel of her tits.

“Okay, girl, up!”

Amber rolls back over onto her hands and knees on command.

“I've got a treat for you!” Johnny pulls something from his pocket in a closed fist.

Amber's eyes widen as she sniffs his hand,

“Woof!”

Her “tail” starts to wag as she tries to pry open his fist with her nose.

His hand pops open to reveal a clear, shining crystal on a string. He drops and dangles it in front of her face. The puppy-girl’s eyes glaze over as she loses herself in the bright shimmering colors of the stone.

“Very good girl,” Johnny murmurs. "Stand up, Amber."

Amber obeys. Pulled by an invisible string to her feet as Johnny rises beside her. Her eyes glued to the shining crystal.