Prove it

"Christina, you will be convinced I failed to hypnotize you, and proving me wrong gives you immense pleasure. If I ever tell you can't do something, you'll have to prove to me I'm wrong. You'll want me to keep living in the pool house rent free just so you can keep proving me wrong. If I ever fuck you, it'll be incredible, but you won't admit it. If I ever say 'calm Chrissy,' you'll fall back into this trance."

I woke her.

"See, it's all BS," she said. "I proved you wrong, and since I love doing that, you can keep staying here rent free, just so I can keep doing it."

"Why are you dressed like an old maid?" I asked her. "I bet you can't pull off dressing like a hot 19 year old slut. You could never pull that off."

"Oh, yeah. You just wait right here."

Several minutes later, Christina came back in jeans so tight, I thought they'd burst if she farted. She also wore a very tight t-shirt and was clearly not wearing a bra. She also had on black high heel boots. "So did I prove you wrong?"

"Yes," I said, acting disappointed. "I'm having some friends over, but I bet you're too much of a prude and stick in the mud not to let us use the pool."

"Wrong again, loser."

"OK, but I know you're not sexy enough to seduce my friends, suck them off, and have them cum all over your face."

"Just watch. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some shopping to do."

I watched her hourglass shaped body sway to the door.