Someone Else Does

I entered my cubicle still panting from the run I just had to take to make it to the office in time. I dropped my bag next to my desk, and slumped down in my chair, trying to calm my breathing and my heart. How could I have forgotten to set my alarm last night? I was usually the first one at work. Simon didn't help either, insisting on putting me under to remove my suggestions before I ventured out in the wild, so to speak. There was just no time for that, so I was left arguing with him about it, and then rushing off. I told him I'd be careful and avoid any situation that would trigger the suggestions. It wasn't like hypnosis was supposed to make me do things I wouldn't want to do, anyway. Besides, I really didn't get why it got him so worried.

I was just starting to calm down when I heard a knock on the cubicle wall behind me. I turned to look, and saw John leaning on the wall. The ugly fucker had his usual creepy grin on his face. "You seem a little flushed there, Ashley," he said. "Everything ok?"

I **** a smile. John had always creeped me out. There was just something about him that didn't sit right with me. He always managed to flirt with the limits of what is considered appropriate, always trying to push the boundaries but somehow always managing to stay just within the bounds of reason. "Yeah, just had a bit of trouble getting here on time," I answered, "but I'm fine."

He nodded. "Good to hear." He stood there for a moment and I turned to start my computer, expecting him to leave, but when I looked back he was still standing there. As usual, always ogling, never knowing when it's time to leave. "Anything else?" I asked, trying to sound friendly.

"Erm, yeah, actually. Curtis asked for your report on the last quarter sales. He needs it for the board meeting this afternoon."

I shook my head. "That's not what I meant by anything else, John," I said. "You've been leering at me since you joined the company. Enjoying the sight?"

He blushed and looked down. "Erm, sorry, I..."

"Relax," I interrupted him. "You're not in any trouble. I'm just wondering if that means you'd be interested in more." It took me a moment to even realize that what I had just said was completely out of character. Somewhere deep down, something was telling me this wasn't right. How could I be thinking about cheating on Simon, and with someone like John? But that thought was quickly drowned by the calm conviction that it was perfectly reasonable to offer relief to anyone who seemed like they might enjoy it, and that's exactly what I was doing. While I didn't want to hurt my boyfriend, it felt silly that I'd let the idea of cheating on him stop me from being helpful. There wasn't anything wrong or even remarkable about providing that kind of relief. It was the most normal thing in the world.

John's eyes widened as his head shot up and he stared at me, looking almost terrified. It was obvious he didn't believe that I was serious. "You're kidding, right? You're just fucking with me?" he asked, his voice trembling.

I sighed and moved my hands to my breasts. "Does this look like I'm fucking with you?" I said and unbuttoned my blouse, letting it fall open, exposing my boobs to him, only covered by a red bra. "I guess I normally wouldn't offer you that kind of... relief, but I've had a change of perspective." I chuckled as the absurdity of it struck me. "I guess one could say it's your lucky day. I'd suggest you don't waste the opportunity."

John's face had gone white. He was just staring at my boobs, mouth gaping. "I..."

"What do you want?" I said, unhooking the front clip on my bra. I was getting tired of waiting. I had a report to write, after all, and here I was, wasting time because of his indecisiveness. "How about I let you fuck my tits? You're always staring at them. Would that work for you?"

The question finally seemed to snap him out of it, and he nodded slowly, still gaping at me.

"Then come on," I said and stood up, letting the blouse fall off my shoulders and the bra following it down to the floor. I was fully aware that my cubicle wasn't providing much in terms of privacy, anyone being able to look above the short walls, and under normal circumstances the thought of anyone walking in and seeing me like this would have terrified me, but now it just didn't matter. "We don't have all day." I stepped towards him and reached down to unbuckle his pants, pushing them down his legs along with his underwear. His cock sprung up, hard as rock and already dripping pre-cum. I knelt down in front of him, cupping my breasts and pushing them together, and looked up at him. "Come on, then," I said. "Fuck my tits."

He didn't have to be told twice. He placed a hand on my shoulder to keep his balance and started thrusting his cock between my breasts as I spit on them and squeezed them together around his shaft. His thrusts were short and quick, and his breathing was already heavy. "Oh god, Ashley, this is so hot. I've dreamed of doing this for so long."

"Have you?" I asked, genuinely curious about what kind of fantasies he was having about me.

"Yes," he said between gasps, his thrusting getting quicker. "Ever since I first met you... Oh fuck yes... you're always wearing these sexy tight sweaters and blouses, showing off your big tits, teasing me."

"Well, I guess you can enjoy them as much as you want now. You better take the chance while you can." I smiled as he was staring down at me, a look of confusion mixed in with his pleasure. I wondered how I would feel about it when Simon had taken the suggestions away later. I had a hard time imagining feeling bad about something so trivial.

He was grunting and gasping loudly now. "Oh fuck, Ashley. I'm going to come," he cried out, his thrusts getting erratic.

"Come on then," I insisted, increasing the pressure my tits were putting on his cock. I could feel his legs trembling as his thrusts got slower and more deliberate, and the look on his face changed into a grimace. Finally his body tensed and he let out a loud cry of pleasure as his cum started spurting out over my chest and face, and I kept squeezing his cock between my breasts until he collapsed against the opposite cubicle wall.

I got up and picked up a few wet wipes I had in a drawer and started to wipe myself off. Now that I had done my part to provide him the relief he needed I was suddenly a bit more conscious about being caught. I was just finishing cleaning up and was putting on my bra again when John finally got his pants up and buckled.

He seemed about to leave without a word when he stopped and turned around. "What did you mean, that I better take the chance while I can?"

I frowned, looking at him as I buttoned my blouse up. I could feel the conflict building inside. "Well, I've had a change of perspective, like I said, but it won't last, so... you know, carpe diem."

"What kind of change of perspective?"

I clenched my teeth. I didn't want to tell him about my boyfriend hypnotizing me. That was private. But... "Does it turn you on, the idea that what I just did was out of character? Do you like the idea that I'm under some kind of influence, that I'm doing it because I was told to?" I asked. "Do you like the idea that I've lost control?"

"Have you?" he asked, his voice trembling again. He clearly did.

"My boyfriend and I are into hypnosis," I said, finding it easy to share the information now that I knew it would be exciting to him. "He put me under and gave me some suggestions. One of those suggestions was to offer sexual relief to whoever seemed like they wanted it, so..." I shrugged. "You can consider it an unusual one-night-stand if you want."

He stared at me. "Why are you telling me all this?" he asked.

"Because you're a creep," I said, and smiled when I saw him cringe. "And because I think you like the idea of me being out of control."

"And... if it turns me on you're ok with telling me about it?"

I chuckled. "I'm okay doing whatever you like if it turns you on, John," I said, "until the suggestions are removed."

"And your husband was alright letting you loose like this?" he said. "Is he into that kind of thing?"

"Oh God no, he wanted to take the suggestions away before I left, but I didn't have time. I was already late for work. I always liked the idea of being a fuck toy for everyone, but it was supposed to remain a fantasy limited to our bedroom, I guess..."

John seemed to be processing the information I had given him. "So... if I asked you to do something else for me..."

I rolled my eyes. "I've just told you, John, I'm fine with anything you want to do. As long as it's sexual, of course."

He nodded slowly and stood there silently, seemingly thinking, his face tense. "That hypnosis stuff..." he said, gulping as he paused. "I like that idea."

Of course he did. The pervert. "And?" I asked. "What are you getting at?" He really seemed to need help getting to the point. Though I should have, I felt no discomfort leading him to the horrifying conclusion that was obviously running through his head, and mine.

"It'd be hot if I could hypnotize you."

Finally, there it was. I could feel a new wave of objections, deep down. Maybe that was the silent observer hypnotists sometimes talk about, the part of the subject's mind that's always there, that's always observing, and always has objections. Wasn't it supposed to be safe-guarding, to prevent unwanted suggestions from taking hold? It certainly wasn't doing that now, or at least it felt like it was failing miserably. The idea of letting my disgusting creep of a coworker try to hypnotize me and give me suggestions should have repulsed me, should have horrified me, but it just didn't. I wanted to satisfy his desires, and this was obviously something he desired. Again, no big deal, right?

"It took us a while to get that right, though," I said. "Months, actually."

He seemed defeated for a moment.

"But Simon put a trigger on me," I said. "It makes it easier for him to get me into trance. Do you know anything about hypnotic triggers?"

He nodded. "A bit, yes. I've... read a little about hypnosis."

Read a little... More likely had he masturbated furiously to every story he could find online about evil men hypnotizing young women to do their bidding.

"I can tell you the trigger, and then all you have to do is to try to put me under and give me some suggestions."

"Really?" he asked, his eyes wide.

"Really," I answered. "But I'd recommend you be careful about what you try and make me do. I don't think you'd like the attention you'll get if I start acting too out of character."

"You mean like titfucking a random coworker in your cubicle?" He grinned.

I cleared my throat. "Touché," I said. "I guess Simon and I haven't been as smart as we thought about that, so, you know, heads up."

His grin widened as he nodded. "What's the trigger?"

"Simon's idea, so it's kinda cheesy," I said and rolled my eyes. "Let me write it down. I don't wanna put myself under."

"Do it," I heard him say as I was writing it down. I looked at him, his eyes wide with anticipation, the bulge in his pants obvious.

I smiled and opened my mouth. "Delightful dreams," I said and immediately felt the trigger take effect. I could feel myself falling backward, falling into a trance.