Yes

Madison made some calls and found out Becky was performing at a large Hollywood night club, and Madison used her connections and got us backstage passes.

Madison took me shopping for an appropriate outfit for a trendy nightclub, and she bought herself a new sexy gold mini-dress.

Later we found Becky backstage. "Madison, hey, girly, who's the guy?"

"This is my boyfriend John."

Becky and Madison gave each other a stiff hug, and Becky smiled at me.

"I'm a hypnotherapist, and I can guarantee I can have you do the best set of your career tonight."

"Cool, let's go to my dressing room."

In the dressing room, I put Becky under.

"Becky, when I wake you, you'll forget I'm a hypnotherapist, and you'll think you just invited us to your dressing room to talk. Anything weird, embarrassing, or even humiliating that happens to you, has nothing to do with me or Madison, but you'll ask us for help trying to figure out what's going on. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Becky," said Madison, "as soon as you start singing, your butthole, nipples, lips, and scalp will start to itch, and as you sing, the itching will grow worse and worse, but you know you must do your complete set tonight. You cannot stop your performance for any reason. Understand?"

"Yes."

"And as you sing, you'll start to crave anal sex," I added. "The more you sing, the more you'll crave it."

"This is going to be one funny ass concert," Madison whispered into my ear.

"Becky, you trust Madison and me completely, and will believe whatever we say. If Madison or I ever say 'bimbo Becky,' you'll fall back into this trance."

I woke her.

We chatted a bit, and Becky flirted with me a bit until it was time for her to take the stage. Madison and I were given front row seats.