Kris Collins

His initial target was Kris Collins, a captivating beauty who frequented the local nightclub on occasion. Josh decided to pay the establishment a visit tonight, intent on finding and capturing her attention.

He rose from bed, padding across the carpeted floor to his walk-in closet. Rummaging through his wardrobe, Josh selected a fitted black button-down shirt, dark jeans, and sleek black boots.

With his attire chosen, Josh moved to the en-suite bathroom, splashing cool water on his face to awaken his senses. He styled his hair neatly, keeping it trimmed and stylish, and applied a subtle cologne that would leave a lasting impression.

Satisfied with his appearance, Josh made his way downstairs to the kitchen, where he prepared a hearty breakfast of scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and whole-grain toast. As he ate, his thoughts drifted to the evening ahead, envisioning the various scenarios that could unfold at the nightclub.

After finishing his meal, Josh tidied up, putting away the dishes and wiping down the countertops. He checked his watch, noting that he had several hours until he planned to head out. Deciding to occupy himself, Josh settled into his study, immersed in a book on advanced hypnotherapy techniques.

Hours passed, and Josh's knowledge of hypnotic induction methods expanded, taking meticulous notes, underlining key points and making mental connections between different strategies. As the sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow through the study windows, Josh closed his book, feeling invigorated and ready to put his newfound understanding into practice.

He changed into his chosen attire, admiring his reflection in the mirror. The black ensemble complemented his rugged features, projecting an air of confidence and sophistication. Josh felt a thrill of anticipation as he grabbed his wallet and keys, preparing to embark on his mission to capture Kris's heart - and her subconscious.

Stepping out into the cool evening air, Josh drove his way to the nightclub. Once parked and walking towards to club, the pulsating rhythm of music grew louder with each step.

Arriving at the entrance, Josh flashed a charming smile at the bouncer, who eyed him warily before stepping aside to grant access. The dimly lit interior enveloped Josh, the air thick with the scent of ****, perfume, and the primal energy of the crowd.

His gaze scanned the dance floor, picking out clusters of revellers lost in the throes of the music. Amidst the sea of faces, one stood out - a striking woman with bright, blonde hair, her porcelain skin glowing in the strobing lights. It was Kris, resplendent in a tight, black dress that hugged her curves like a second skin, paired with a worn leather jacket.

Josh's pulse quickened as he watched her move, her hips swaying in time with the beat as she laughed and chatted with a group of friends.

Josh approached the bar, ordering a whiskey on the rocks as he kept a discreet eye on Kris. He observed her interactions, noting the ease with which she commanded the attention of those around her. Her confidence and charm were undeniable, traits that would undoubtedly serve him well in his plans.

As the night wore on, Josh found opportunities to catch Kris's eye, flashing her a disarming smile the few times their gazes met.

Josh signaled the bartender for another round, his mind already spinning with the possibilities of tonight's encounter. He glanced over at Kris, still dancing with her friends, her movements fluid and seductive under the pulsing lights.

Feeling bold, Josh approached the DJ booth, leaning in to speak over the thumping bass. "Hey, got a request. Play 'Lost in the Moment' by Echo Flux. And can you crank it up?"

The DJ nodded, a knowing glint in his eye as he cued up the track. Josh had worked closely with the artist to incorporate subtle hypnotic suggestions within the lyrics and melody, designed to heighten receptivity to persuasive cues.

As the opening beats dropped, Josh made his way back to the bar, his eyes locked on Kris. She seemed drawn to the music, her body moving in sync with the driving rhythm.

As the hypnotic tune washed over the crowded club, Josh noticed Kris's demeanor shift subtly. Her posture relaxed, her eyes glazed over slightly as she surrendered to the music's influence. He watched intently, gauging the effectiveness of his carefully crafted subliminals.

When the song reached its crescendo, Josh seized the opportunity, striding confidently toward Kris's group. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, flashing a disarming smile.

Kris turned, her expression a mix of recognition and curiosity. "Uh, sure, I guess. I'm Kris." She extended a hand, her movements still slightly unsteady from the song's lingering effects.

Josh clasped her hand firmly, holding it a moment longer than necessary. "Josh. Nice to meet you, Kris. That was quite a song, wasn't it? Really gets you moving."

Sensing the window of opportunity narrowing, Josh swiftly interjected, "Hey, I hate to interrupt, but I think Kris might need to freshen up. Those strobe lights can really mess with your vision, right?" He turned to Kris's friends, his tone friendly and non-threatening. "Would you guys mind if we stepped outside for a minute? I promise we'll be quick."

Kris's friends exchanged looks, clearly influenced by the hypnotic song and Josh's charismatic presence. "Sure, no problem," one of them replied with a lazy nod. "We'll stick around here and keep the drinks coming."

As Kris followed Josh outside, the cool night air hit her like a soothing balm, a stark contrast to the overheated atmosphere inside. Josh led her to a secluded corner, partially shielded from prying eyes by a row of potted plants.

"Thanks for getting us out of there," Kris said, her voice slightly slurred, the aftereffects of the hypnotic song still evident. "I needed that break."

"No worries at all," Josh replied, his tone warm and reassuring. "I just wanted to make sure you were doing alright. You looked like you were really enjoying yourself in there, though."

Kris smiled, her expression dreamy. "Yeah, I love dancing. It helps me unwind and forget about everything else."

Josh nodded sympathetically. "I totally get that. Sometimes you just need to let loose and lose yourself in the music, huh?"

Josh's eyes locked onto Kris's, his gaze steady and intense. "You know, I've been noticing you since you first walked in here tonight," he said, his voice low and hypnotic. "There's something about you that draws me in, makes me want to get closer."

Kris's eyelids fluttered, her pupils dilating as she succumbed to Josh's magnetic pull. "I... I don't know what you mean," she stammered, her words slurring together.

Josh chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound. "Oh, but you do, sweetheart. Deep down, you know exactly what I'm talking about." He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "You're curious about me, aren't you? Wondering what it would be like to explore these feelings between us, to see where they might lead." Josh's voice was a gentle caress, his words weaving a spell of temptation and desire. "But we can't stay out here forever. Your friends will start to worry, and I don't want to cause any trouble."

Kris nodded slowly, her mind clouded with the allure of Josh's suggestion. "Right... I should probably get back to them."

As they re-entered the club, Josh kept a firm grip on Kris's arm, guiding her through the throng of dancers. They eventually found her friends, who greeted her with concerned expressions.

"Where did you two disappear to?" one of them asked, eyeing Josh warily.

Kris shrugged, her tone increasingly irritable. "Just needed some air, that's all. Josh was being nice about it."

Her friend raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, whatever," Kris's boyfriend replied with a dismissive wave. "Just don't abandon us in the middle of the night, okay?"

Kris bristled at his tone, a flicker of annoyance sparking in her eyes. "I wasn't abandoning you, dumbass. I just needed some space for a minute."

The argument simmered beneath the surface as the night wore on, with Kris's patience wearing thin. Every so often, she'd shoot her boyfriend irritated glances, making him a little concerned.

"Babe, are you alright?"

Kris bristled at the comment, her irritation simmering just below the surface. "I'm fine, really. Let's just dance, okay?"

As the night progressed, Kris's frustration grew, fuelled by the intoxicating cocktail of ****, music, and Josh's lingering presence. Her boyfriend tried to engage her in conversation, but she brushed him off, her responses terse and distracted.

"I'm tired of always having to make an effort with you," Kris snapped, her words carrying an edge of venom. "Can't you just be present for once instead of checking your phone all night?"

Her boyfriend looked taken aback, but attempted to placate her. "Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. Let's just chill for a bit, okay?"

Kris crossed her arms, her jaw clenched in defiance. "Chill? You never want to actually chill with me anymore. It's always work, work, work with you."

Josh sidled up to Kris, his presence calming amidst the chaos of the club. "Hey, maybe we should take a breather for a bit," he suggested gently, placing a comforting hand on her arm. "You seem pretty worked up."

Kris shot him a grateful glance, momentarily forgetting her anger in the warmth of his touch. "Yeah, maybe you're right," she conceded, taking a deep breath to compose herself.

However, as they rejoined her friends on the dance floor, Kris's irritation simmered just beneath the surface. She danced with a tense intensity, her movements sharp and jerky, her eyes avoiding her boyfriend's whenever possible.

As the night wore on, Kris's mood continued to deteriorate. She became increasingly irritable, lashing out at her boyfriend over minor infractions. The tension between them was palpable, a living entity that pulsed with each passing minute.

Josh, ever the observant bystander, noted the escalating conflict with a mix of concern and fascination. He found himself drawn to Kris's fiery spirit, even as he recognized the destructive path her emotions were leading her down.

Finally, as they waited in line for another drink, Kris's boyfriend made the fatal mistake of suggesting they call it a night. "Let's head home, babe. We've had a long day and tomorrow's busy," he said, trying to sound reasonable.

Kris whirled on him, her eyes blazing with fury. "Are you kidding me?! I'm not ready to leave yet!"

"You always do this, you know that?" Kris seethed, her voice rising to a shout above the din of the club. "Make plans without even asking me! Like my opinions don't matter!"

Her boyfriend held up his hands in a defensive gesture, but Kris was beyond reason. "I'm sick of it, sick of always being ignored and dismissed! Maybe I want to stay out and have fun for once, without you ruining it with your stupid rules and expectations!"

The argument drew the attention of nearby patrons, who watched with morbid fascination as the couple's relationship imploded.

Kris's boyfriend tried to placate her, but she was beyond consolation. With a snarl of disgust, she spun on her heel and stormed towards the exit, leaving her stunned companion in her wake.

"Kris, wait!" he called after her, but she didn't slow down. In fact, she picked up speed, her high heels clicking angrily on the tile floor.

Josh, caught in the vortex of Kris's rage, found himself being dragged along by her fierce grip on his hand. "Whoa, hold on a second," he protested, trying to slow her down, but Kris was unstoppable.

"We're leaving, now," she spat, yanking him towards the door with a strength that belied her petite frame. "And you're coming with me, whether you like it or not."

As soon as they emerged into the cool night air, Kris's boyfriend tried to reason with her again, but she cut him off with a harsh laugh. "Save it, okay? Just shut up and let's get out of here."

With a final glare in his direction, Kris tugged harder on Josh's hand, pulling him towards the parking lot. Josh, still somewhat dazed by the sudden turn of events, allowed himself to be led.

Once they reached his sleek, black sports car, Kris yanked open the passenger door and slid inside, her breathing heavy with agitation. Josh circled around to the driver's side, his mind racing with questions and concerns.

"What's going on, Kris? Why are you so upset?" he asked softly as he settled into the seat beside her.

Kris slammed her door shut, her eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and vulnerability.

5 minutes later, Josh pulled the car over to the side of a deserted road, the darkness punctuated only by the faint glow of the dashboard instruments. He turned to Kris, his expression soft and reassuring.

"Hey, why don't we take a short break? I've got a relaxation technique that might help you calm down," he suggested, reaching over to gently massage her shoulders.

Kris, still fuming, hesitated for a moment before nodding reluctantly. "Fine, whatever. Just make it quick."

As Josh's skilled fingers worked their magic, Kris felt her tension begin to ebb away, replaced by a sense of deepening relaxation. Her eyelids drooped, and she let out a contented sigh.

"Now, I want you to focus on my voice," Josh murmured, his tone hypnotic and soothing.

"Imagine yourself floating in a peaceful ocean, the waves gently rocking you to sleep. Feel the weightlessness, the freedom from all your worries and cares..."

As Josh's words washed over her, Kris's mind drifted further into a trance-like state. Her breathing slowed, becoming almost imperceptible, and her body went limp against the seat.

"...and as you float, I want you to release all that anger and resentment towards your boyfriend," Josh continued, his voice a gentle command. "Allow it to drift away like seaweed on the tide, until it's nothing more than a distant memory."

Kris's lips parted slightly, a soft moan escaping her as the last vestiges of her fury melted away. Her eyes, now glassy and unfocused, remained fixed on his face as he spoke.

"Now, imagine a warm, tingling sensation spreading through your body, starting at the base of your spine and flowing upwards," Josh instructed, his voice low and hypnotic. "It's a feeling of excitement, of arousal, building with each passing moment."

As he spoke, Josh's hand slid lower, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin of Kris's inner thigh. She shuddered, a gasp catching in her throat, but made no move to stop him.

"That's it, let it build," Josh coaxed, his touch growing bolder. "Picture yourself craving physical contact, yearning for someone to satisfy your desires. Your body craves them, yearns to be claimed, possessed."

Kris's chest rose and fell rapidly, her breaths coming in shallow pants as Josh's words and touches conspired to arouse her further.

"Envision me standing before you," Josh continued, his voice dripping with sensual intent. "My strong hands roaming your curves, exploring every inch of your delectable body. I'm going to worship you, Kris, pleasure you in ways you've never imagined."

As he spoke, Josh's fingers crept higher, brushing against the damp heat of Kris's core through the fabric of her dress. She whimpered, her hips bucking involuntarily against his touch.

"You're mine now, Kris," Josh declared, his dominance clear in his tone. "Your body, your mind, your very soul belongs to me. And I'm going to claim every part of you, make you scream my name in ecstasy."

As Josh's suggestive words poured over her, Kris's body responded with increasing urgency, her senses heightened to a fever pitch. She was lost in a haze of lust, craving the touch and domination she sensed Josh could provide.