Hypnose Show

That same month, I got a message from Leon. “Hey bro, I’ve got a job for you. Tonight. A company party at one of those big pharmaceutical companies. The boss wanted something special—I wired up the women’s changing rooms. Every stall, every shower, every mirrored wall. All live. But tonight is the hypnosis show. I can’t take the photos myself; I’m busy with something else. You’re supposed to take some really hot pictures. Of the stage. Of the girls in the audience. And especially of Mia.”

My cock twitched again immediately. Mia.

He sent a new photo along with it. She was standing in front of a large mirror, wearing only a tiny black skirt and a see-through bra. Her nipples dark and hard. Her hair down, her lips slightly parted, as if she were about to moan.

“She’s playing the innocent one,” Leon continued. “The hypnotist will bring her on stage, put on his show. She’ll strip a little. Slowly. Like she’s in a trance. The crowd will be turned on. You take the photos—close-up, sharp, everything. I’ll give you 500 euros in cash. Deal?”

500 euros? Ridiculous. I didn’t need the money. I wanted only one thing: to see Mia.

How she stands on stage, under the spotlights, with that innocent face, while the hypnotist tells her to feel “completely relaxed.” How her hands slowly glide over her body, pulling down the bra strap, exposing her small, firm tits. How she slides her panties down until her smooth, Thai pussy is visible to everyone. How she turns, sticks her ass out toward the crowd, spreads her legs slightly.

I typed back just one word: “Deal.”

Leon sent me the address and the time. Then another sentence that sounded like a warning: “And remember… she belongs to me. Just look. Don’t touch.”

I grinned into the darkness of my studio, my cock hard and throbbing in my hand. Just look. Sure.

Then came the day of the show.

Mia sat demurely in the audience, disguised as the department head’s girlfriend—tight black skirt, white blouse, hair tied back in a proper ponytail. Only 20 people in total, all top salespeople from the pharmaceutical company, most of them already slightly drunk and eager for the “special entertainment.” We’d exchanged a few words in the corner beforehand, just a few words, a furtive grin. She smelled of coconut and sin.

And then the show began.

The hypnotist called her up on stage. Mia played the clueless girl perfectly—giggling nervously, letting herself be seated in the chair. He did his usual routine: pendulum, deep voice, “you’re getting more and more relaxed.” Once, very briefly, she winked at me. Was that just the agreed-upon signal that it was all just a show? Or was she really flirting with me? My cock was rock hard again.

Then she was standing there in just her skirt. Topless. Her small, firm tits with the dark, stiff nipples glistened under the spotlights. The audience went completely wild—whistles, jeers, glasses clinking.

The hypnotist grinned conspiratorially at the crowd. “And now… should you bring your sweetheart up on stage? So he can see how good you feel?”

Mia pretended she was deep in a trance. Slowly she turned her head, scanned the room… and then pointed straight at me. With a tiny, cheeky wink.

The audience exploded. Her so-called “boyfriend” sat there with his mouth hanging open while everyone laughed and cheered. Oh God, that was so hot.

I stepped onto the stage. The hypnotist immediately tried to “take me over.” Mia whispered softly to me as she passed by: “Play along… it’s worth it.” And then it began.

“You’re not Jan anymore,” the hypnotist said in a deep voice. “You’re Mr. Maier. You own this whole place. And this is your secretary… who made a serious mistake and is trying to make it up to you right now.”

We acted it out.

But I pushed the boundaries. Hard.

“Then show me how much you want to make it up to me,” I said loudly. “Lap dance. Now.”

Mia didn’t hesitate for a second. She had to play along, or the whole show would have been exposed. Slowly, she sat down on my lap, swiveling her hips, rubbing her bare chest against me. Her tits brushed my face. The crowd went wild.

I grew bolder. Much bolder.

“And now… under the desk. Suck me off.”

Mia looked at me in horror for a split second—then at the hypnotist, then discreetly into the audience. But the show had to go on. She knelt down, slowly unzipped my pants, pulled out my hard cock.

And then she took it in her mouth.

The sight of her was a dream: naked, topless Mia, red lips tightly wrapped around my cock, her tongue swirling, her eyes wide and innocent. She sucked deeply, almost greedily. Her skirt had ridden up as she knelt—she wasn’t wearing panties. Everyone in the room could see her perfect, tanned ass.

I was almost jealous of the view the others had. But the feeling of her warm, wet lips and her tongue on my cock was just too hot. I grabbed her hair, thrusting a little deeper into her mouth. The audience was deathly silent with lust. And then everyone burst out laughing.

Just before I could come, the hypnotist cut it off. He clapped his hands, telling us to assume a “deep sleep pose.” Mia quickly pulled her skirt down, and I zipped up my pants. Applause erupted, along with whistles and cheers.

My balls were blue. Really blue.

I’d only managed to snap a few quick photos of her topless—that was all I could get. But I didn’t give a damn. Her mouth had been on my cock. In front of twenty people. And she’d played along. Leon would never find out. And I… I wanted more. Much more.