She's a willing slut ofcourse

Katie’s eyes snapped open.

For a second she looked confused, blinked, glanced around the stage like she didn’t recognize it. Then her posture shifted. Shoulders back. Chin up. A smile spread across her face, not the timid one Chuck knew, but something confident, almost cocky.

The hypnotist stepped aside, gesturing to her like a game-show host.

“Who do we have here? Can you introduce yourself, young lady? Why are you here? Who are you here with?”

Katie raised the mic to her lips without hesitation.

“Sure, boss!” she said, voice bright and clear. “I’m Katie. I’m a good little slut who works as a waitress here at this fine establishment! I’m here to serve the guests in whatever they might need!”

She put heavy emphasis on “whatever,” dragging the word out slow. Then she licked her lips, deliberate, slow, eyes flicking over the crowd.

“Ummm… I’m not here with anyone?” She tilted her head, like the question was silly. “I’m here to work?”

The room erupted. Claps, whistles, shouts of approval. Someone near the back yelled, “Genius!” and the hypnotist gave a small, theatrical bow, soaking it in.

Chuck sat frozen, staring at the woman on stage who he knew to be his fiancée, but wasn’t. Not anymore.

The hypnotist tilted his head toward the audience, then back to Katie, still holding the mic.

“Are you sure, Katie?” he asked, voice smooth and teasing. He pointed one gloved finger straight at Chuck. “That man there claims to be your fiancé.”

Chuck’s heart slammed against his ribs so hard he thought it might crack one. Katie’s eyes found him in the crowd, locked on for a split second. Then her face twisted. Lip curled. Nose wrinkled like she’d smelled something rotten.

“That fucking loser?” she said, loud enough for the whole room to hear. She laughed, short, sharp, amused at the very idea. “He wishes he could come anywhere near premium pussy like me.”

The words hit Chuck like a slap. He felt the air leave his lungs. His fiancée, his Katie, was staring at him like he was trash. Laughing. The room hooted and clapped, egging her on. He couldn’t look away. Couldn’t breathe right.

The hypnotist chuckled into the mic. “Say, Katie… aren’t you a little overdressed for your job? I thought you were aware of the uniform.”

Chuck’s stomach dropped. He’d seen the waitress who seated them, Chloe, nothing but lingerie and a name tag. Was she a volunteer from some earlier show? Was this what happened to them? Kept here, changed, serving drinks and worse? No. He couldn’t let that happen to Katie. He couldn’t.

Katie laughed again, light and easy, like the question was silly. She nodded. “You’re right, boss.”

She grabbed the hem of her red cocktail dress with both hands and pulled it up over her head in one smooth motion. The fabric glided across her skin as it came off. She tossed it aside without a second glance, letting it fall in a crumpled heap next to her bare feet.

Her body was right there under the lights. Toned from yoga, smooth skin glowing, the matching red lace lingerie hugging every curve. Bra barely containing her breasts, thong high on her hips, garters clipped to sheer stockings. The crowd lost it, whistles, cheers, some guys standing up to get a better look.

The hypnotist glanced at Chuck again. “Sorry you had to see that, friend,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. “I’m sure that was meant only for your eyes. Greedy again, aren’t we?”

Katie looked at the hypnotist, head tilted, confused for a second. Then her gaze dropped to her left hand. The platinum engagement ring caught the light, diamond flush-set, sparkling.

The hypnotist spotted it too. His smirk widened behind the mask.

“Katie,” he said gently, “haven’t you forgotten? Jewelry isn’t allowed on the job either.”

Her eyes went wide. Horrified. “Oh god! I’m so sorry, boss!”

She twisted the ring off her finger fast, like it burned her. Held it out to him in her open palm.

Chuck watched, chest tight, as she handed over the ring she’d worn every day for the last year. The one he’d saved for months to buy. The one she’d cried happy tears over when he slipped it on. Gone. Just like that.

The hypnotist took it between thumb and forefinger, turning it in the light.