ALL THE WAY
by StageShowMM
“Come on, let’s give it a try, it’ll be fun!”
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding,” Connor groaned, rolling his eyes at his girlfriend. Julie was definitely the more adventurous of the two, but he had already capitulated to even coming to this stupid hypnosis show, and now she wanted to drag him up there?
“What’s the worst that could happen? It’ll be a chance to get wild!”
The two were riding high on their first taste of freedom, Julie having ed Connor and his family on their annual summer cruise as a graduation present. Julie had just turned 18, only about a month after Connor, and though she’d been on a cruise with his family once before, as newly-minted adults this was the first time they could go off on their own and explore some of the naughtier fare offered after hours. When Julie had spotted a sign for the so-called “XXX-tra Wild Adult Hypnosis Show” being held in the auditorium, she’d cajoled Connor into coming, saying it would be a laugh to take some pics and tell their friends. Connor had agreed, if only to make her happy, but couldn’t believe she was suddenly trying to turn them into the butt of the joke themselves.
“Come on, Jule. You know I have stage fright. This is like my number one nightmare—making an idiot of myself in public…”
“Please please please! I promise I’ll never ask for anything again. I’m too scared to go alone, but I wanna see if it works. And look, the seats are filling up.”
Connor cast a glance at the stage—she was right. It was now or never: one last dodge and suffer Julie’s petulance the rest of the evening, or capitulate and give her what—apparently unbeknownst to him—had suddenly become her heart’s desire.
“Jesus, the things I do for love,” he sighed, grabbing her hand and ing her in a mad rush to the stage. Julie was veritably skipping. Who’d ever known she wanted to be hypnotized?
Sitting down in the row of chairs, Connor felt the heat of the lights beating down on him. That was what it was, right? Or was he nervous? He looked around at the rapidly filling row of seats—lots of people in his and Julie’s age group, mostly college kids and some 20- and 30-somethings.
Sitting next to Julie was a stacked young guy in a university t-shirt. His muscular frame filled it out nicely, the short green sleeves encircling well-defined biceps, school logo stretched across his chest. He looked over and smiled at Connor and Julie. Connor didn’t like it. Though Julie swore she loved him to pieces, Connor could never shake the feeling he wasn’t man enough for her.
Maybe other guys might not have felt so strongly, but Connor and Julie had grown up together, and they shared a bond tighter than any Connor could have imagined. The day he’d asked her to Spring formal and she’d said yes, he’d felt like his head was going to explode. He actually puked when he got home, from residual nerves.
“Hey Jule, you really think this is gonna work? I mean, I kinda got my doubts…” Connor said, more to distract Julie from the guy beside her than out of genuine curiosity. Of course, Connor was familiar with hypnosis from Saturday morning cartoons, but he had never contemplated crossing paths with it in real life—much less being its subject.
“I don’t know, I’m sure it’s BS. I just wanna do something naughty, you know? We never get to have any fun together.” That was true. Between the constraints of high school and the two’s buttoned-down home lives, they’d barely progressed beyond heavy petting. The night of prom they did spend a few hours in the back of Connor’s mom’s van, but it hadn’t exactly been a scene worthy of Pornhub. Julie had given Connor a blowjob, and he’d tried to reciprocate, but he still wasn’t sure whether or not he’d made her cum. The two were still in the planning stages of going all the way, and part of Connor had really hoped tonight would be the night. That was the main reason he’d come up with her—he wanted to stay in her good graces.
“It’s not BS. It works. I was up here last year,” said the guy to Connor’s right, previously unnoticed by him. Connor turned.
The dude looked like kind of a slacker—long black emo bang flopping across his forehead, body swathed in a baggy black t-shirt and jeans. He was rail-thin—even skinnier than Connor—and Connor looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and contempt. He did want to know what the dude had to say, but the guy seemed like a loser. Even if Connor wasn’t exactly an alpha male, this dude seemed like an omega. No wonder he fell for this carnival huckster shit.
“I’m Grant,” the guy said, extending his hand. Holy shit, his nails were painted black.
“Julie,” said Jule, shaking it.
“Connor.” Connor flashed a peace sign to get out of having to touch the guy.
“So you did it before? What’s it like?” asked Julie, her eyes gleaming with wonder.
“Dude, honestly I barely . You just feel suuuper relaxed, and then it all kinda goes blank. Like, I him telling me to do shit, and it seeming like the best idea, but I don’t doing it.”
“I guess it can’t be too bad if you’re coming back, though, huh?” Connor laughed nervously.
“It’s sooo relaxing. You’ll see. I had to do it again.”
“All right, looks like we’re ready to begin,” the hypnotist interrupted, taking center stage. He was kind of a douchebag—looked like he spent way too much time at the gym and dressed in tight slacks and a silky half-done button-up. Connor really hoped this shit didn’t work—the last thing he wanted was this Jersey Shore d-bag ordering him around—much less sweet, beautiful Julie!
“It appears we’ve got another fine group of vict- er, volunteers this evening…” the guy smiled. The audience tittered. Some of those onstage laughed too, most—with the exception of Grant—probably wondering what to expect.
“Now don’t worry, there’s nothing to be afraid of. Most everyone describes this as a relaxing experience, and we’re all going to have lots of fun. That all begins now, as I want you to simply pick out one of the stage lights in front of you, fix your eyes on it, and follow my instructions. Don’t look away, whatever you do…”
Almost without the group realizing it, the hypnotist launched into his induction, describing how the strength of the light was bound to make the volunteers’ eyes water and become heavy. How nothing mattered to them but that tired feeling in their eyes, and how relaxing it was to listen to the soft and soothing sound of his voice. How they could feel themselves exhale with each and every breath, their stress pouring out in rivers, rivers on which they could float, relaxing and listening only to the sound of his voice…
Without even realizing it, Connor found himself blinking more and more. The guy was right. His eyes were incredibly heavy, watering, so tired… he wanted only to close them. After barely more than a minute, he felt a form hit his right shoulder, and it was only then, for a split second, that he realized that out of the corner of his eye he could no longer see Julie—wasn’t she going to fall on him too? And then the hypnotist said that if the volunteers’ eyes were not closed already, they would become so heavy now that they would irresistibly shut, dragging their entire body down into a deep state of sleep. And Connor felt his eyes close, inching down that last micrometer, and then his body did collapse, straight down onto the form beside him, and then it all went blank, just like Grant said...
“…and three, wide awake.” Connor heard a snap, and found himself stirring. Where was he? What was going on?
Blinking his eyes, he jerked back as he realized he had been clinging to the bare flesh of Grant. Glancing down, Connor was relieved to see he still had his things on (why wouldn’t he?), but for some reason the guy beside him had removed his baggy shirt, which was now wadded down by his boots in a puddle of dark fabric. Exactly why he and this dude had been holding on to each other was anyone’s guess.
“No longer cold, wakey-wakey,” he heard the hypnotist say, strutting back and forth in front of the lights.
Glancing to his left to check on Julie, Connor found himself flushing angrily as he realized she had her arms around the strapping young man beside her. Catching the two right as they realized what they were doing, Connor noticed them exchange an awkward smile and pull away, but he had seen enough. Just the thought of Julie cuddling with that guy instead of him had his defenses up.
“If you can all just get your hands off each other, I think we’re ready to begin…” the hypnotist continued. All over the stage, more impromptu couples were quickly and nervously breaking apart.
“You two were getting mighty close up there. Let me guess—boyfriend and girlfriend?” the hypnotist asked Julie and her neighbor.
“No,” giggled Julie. “He’s my boyfriend,” she gestured to Connor, whose cheeks were burning even redder than before.
“Hopefully he’s not the jealous type,” quipped the hypnotist. Connor was incensed.
“Hey, dude, I know this is like an adult thing, but I don’t want her playing around with other guys,” he said firmly. This was make-or-break time. He knew how you had to be in these types of situations—stand up for your woman.
“Hey, Con, calm down, it was an accident…” Julie said, laying a hand on his forearm. That usually soothed him when the Green-Eyed Monster took over.
“Hey, no hard feelings. We’re all just here to have a good time,” said the hypnotist, patting Connor on the shoulder. Connor looked up at him, unamused. “What’s your name, anyway?” the hypnotist asked.
“Connor,” Connor huffed into the mic, trying to calm himself but not doing the best job.
“And what’s your name, pretty lady?” he continued, turning to microphone to the other side.
“Julie,” Julie giggled. It was hard for Connor to stay mad at her when he heard that tone. Her joie de vivre was infectious.
“And how ’bout you, stud?” the hypnotist asked, hopping the mic over Julie and holding it up to her stacked neighbor.
“Dan,” the guy said in a throaty rumble. Fuck, Connor hated his guts. Macho dickhead.
“You gotta keep your hands to yourself, man, I don’t think Connor likes you touching his girl,” said the hypnotist. The audience tittered as Dan held up his hands in an exaggerated “wasn’t me” pose.
“Nah, that’s cool, that’s cool,” said the hypnotist, patting Dan on his broad shoulder. “I guess Connor and Julie aren’t exactly swingers.”
The audience tittered again. Connor was getting pissed. “Dude, seriously, knock it off,” he said, off-mic, but still loud enough people in the front rows could hear. What was this guy’s problem? A little dirty stuff was fine, but Connor didn’t see why he had to take it somewhere inappropriate.
“I’m sorry, man, no hard feelings. Though seriously, you can be honest… you were having a bit more fun with him, weren’t you?” asked the hypnotist, gesturing toward Grant.
Connor looked at the kid with disgust and Grant just blushed. “What the fuck, dude, I’m not gay,” Connor said loudly, starting to get really angry.
“I’m sorry. Of course you’re not,” the hypnotist smiled, patting the sullen young man on the shoulder. From there, it wasn’t a very long trip for a finger or two to slide smoothly up toward Connor’s temple, connecting and pushing his head to the side with a slight click of the hypnotist’s tongue…
“…and three, wide awake,” the hypnotist snapped. Connor sat back up in his seat, blinking his eyes. What had happened? It was like he’d nodded off.
A quiet titter from the crowd filled the auditorium. Connor looked around. For some reason, it felt like all the attention was on him. Feeling self-conscious, Connor crossed his legs, reaching over and grabbing his date’s hand.
“Nah-ah! No way!” exclaimed the girl beside him. Connor looked at her curiously.
“Baby, come on. Don’t you recognize me?” she exclaimed. Connor just shook his head, puzzled.
“Do you know her?” he asked, leaning back toward his date.
“No way, babe, she’s news to me,” Grant said, patting Connor’s hand and squeezing it tight.
“Connor! Seriously, quit playing around!” the girl exclaimed, seeming like she was actually starting to get upset. Connor had no idea what was going on. How did she know his name?
“You know her?” the hypnotist asked, holding his mic toward Connor. Connor shook his head.
“You didn’t come together?” asked the hypnotist.
“I’m with my boyfriend,” Connor said, pulling the beanpole next to him close. Small waves of incredulous laughter rippled through the auditorium.
“Hey, this isn’t funny anymore. Change him back!” the girl protested. Connor couldn’t figure out what her deal was.
“Connor, do you wanna date this girl?” asked the hypnotist.
“Hell no! I’m queer as a three-dollar bill!” Connor scoffed. What a preposterous question. Did this guy think he could just change a person’s romantic worldview with a snap of his fingers?
“Sleep,” said the hypnotist, snapping next to Connor’s neighbor. Connor watched in astonishment as she folded in half like a card table.
“And, sleep Dan,” the hypnotist added, snapping again, and the jock beside her melted like a ragdoll, slumping back in his chair before sprawling onto the prone body of the girl beside him.
“I’m gonna be honest, man, I’m playing a little trick right now,” the hypnotist said. “This girl totally thinks she’s dating you. You want me to make her think she’s dating him?”
Connor nodded. “I think that’d be best.”
“You sure? ’Cause I could make her fall madly in love with you for the rest of time, if that’s what you want.”
“I’m in love with Grant…” Connor murmured, somehow feeling like those words had been etched in his mind.
“All right,” shrugged the hypnotist. “Why don’t I just take care of things over here, and you two can show us what lovebirds you really are.”
Connor didn’t know quite what it was about those words, but they seemed to set off something inside him. All of a sudden, he was more in love with Grant than ever! All he wanted to do was kiss him!
The feeling must have been mutual, as the previously placid young man rushed to embrace Connor as fast as Connor was moving to do so to him. Wrapping their arms around each other tightly, the two locked lips, tongues playing wetly as Connor ran his long fingers through Grant’s greasy black hair. The two sat kissing like that for at least a minute, as the hypnotist made sure the couple beside them was madly in love. When he finally told Connor and Grant to pull apart, both their mouths were red from kissing, their lips slathered with each other’s saliva. Out in the audience, peals of laughter rippled through the crowd—Connor could only assume from the trick the hypnotist had finished playing on the straight couple beside him.
“All right, everybody wide awake?” the man asked, and the four looked around, trying to ascertain anything that could be out of sorts. Connor continued squeezing Grant’s hand, and cast a glance at the guy and girl beside him, who were now doing the same.
“Everything all right over here?” the hypnotist asked, holding out his mic toward the girl and the guy.
“Of course, I’m with my honey bear,” said the girl, cuddling into the guy’s muscular side. He wrapped a bicep around her protectively.
“Connor and Grant, any objections?” the hypnotist asked.
Grant shook his head.
“Nah man, she can stay there all night,” Connor said. He was really getting tired of being bothered about this random girl. Did this dude have a problem with gay relationships or something?
“How about… now?” the guy snapped, directly in Connor’s face, and suddenly it was like a veil had been lifted—some strange prism that had made reality different. Connor yanked his hand out of the grasp of the guy beside him and gasped in horror to see his sweetheart wrapped in the arms of another man.
“What the fuck?” he yelled, looking up at the hypnotist, eyes blazing with fury.
“You said I should leave her like that,” the dude balked. The audience tittered. Connor was nonplussed. He would never say any such thing.
“What the fuck did you do?! Change her back—now.”
“Hey, I’m sorry, man, that was my misunderstanding. Don’t worry, though. All I have to say is one simple word, and the problem goes away. Sleeeeeep,” he said, snapping right in Connor’s face. The boy’s eyes rolled up in his head and he tilted forward, plunging out of his chair and onto the stage.
Unfortunately, having been used as the centerpiece, poor Connor missed a substantial portion of the next section of the show. As all around him young men and women were stripping down to their underwear, yelling obscene things uncontrollably and flashing or mooning the audience, Connor simply felt himself melt further, each relaxing breath turning him into more and more of a puddle against the stage.
When finally Connor heard the hypnotist snap his fingers, it was after a long set of instructions, most of which he seemed to have forgotten almost the instant they slid into his ear. Good luck, if the dude was really expecting him to follow through on some of that embarrassing shit.
When Connor woke up, however, he wasn’t even thinking about that, and was instead horrified to discover Julie, right in the chair next to him, in the arms of another man—a strong, stout, football player type, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers!
Sitting back down, Connor yanked the guy’s arm off Julie’s shoulder—no matter that he was probably twice Connor’s size—and said furiously, “Hey man, get the fuck away from my girl! Julie, what the hell are you doing?”
“Hey, back off, creep,” Julie said, looking at him furiously. Connor felt like a knife had been thrust into his heart. Julie had never spoken to him like that before!
“Yeah, get your hands off my girlfriend, you perv,” said the guy, looking like he was ready to stand up and deck Connor. Despite his righteous fury, this cowed the scrawny young man, who quickly de-escalated his line of argument:
“Julie, come on, what the fuck are you doing? You don’t even know that guy!”
“This is my boyfriend, sicko. I don’t know who the hell you think you’re talking to but I would never date a weird perv like you.”
The knife thrust in deeper. Connor had only recently worked up the nerve to tell Julie he had “a little bit of a foot thing,” which had probably qualified as the understatement of the century. Was that what she was throwing back at him? In public? Or was it something else? He didn’t know what was going on! Why didn’t she recognize him?
“Julie, what are you talking about?” gasped Connor, tears welling in his eyes. “We came here together!”
“I thought you came with Grant, right Connor?” asked the hypnotist, approaching from behind.
Connor looked up at him, nonplussed. Did he mean that weird beanpole sitting beside him? Connor had never seen that guy before—and what’s more, he sure as hell wasn’t gay!
Unfortunately for Connor, that was just the moment the hypnotist decided to start playing Connor and Grant’s new “special music.” The second he heard the old torch song begin to play, Connor found himself rising out of his seat and rushing into Grant’s skinny arms, wrapping his around the nubile young man and beginning to slow dance sensually, tongues writhing together just as they had before, hips pressed tight, swaying in tandem to the gentle rhythm. Had Connor been in a state of mind to be more aware of his actions, he might even have noticed that Grant had even been stripped down to nothing more than a baggy pair of boxers, leaving his gaunt, pale frame shining under the stage lights. As instructed, each boy also made sure to keep at least one hand on his partner’s butt, while the other gently caressed the smooth back or shoulder of his lover.
“See? This guy’s a total homo,” said Julie—thankfully out of shot of the mic. She relaxed even more tightly into the arms of her lover—a complete stranger who, unbeknownst to her, she was now convinced she had known for years.
As the music stopped, Connor and Grant jerked violently apart, each shocked to find himself locked in a gay kiss!
“Ew, what the fuck!” yelled Connor. “Julie, come on, we need to get out of here!”
“Get the fuck away from me, homo!” yelled Connor’s mindfucked girlfriend. “Go back to dancing with your boyfriend!”
“Julie, what the fuck! I’m not gay!” Connor yelled, just as the music started again, sending him dashing back into the arms of Grant, who was just about to sit down.
By the time the music stopped again, and poor Connor had finished screaming “Get the fuck off me, fag!” at his bewildered neighbor, he turned to find that Julie and her new paramour had already been put back under, Julie’s head resting softly on the bare chest of her new boy-toy.
“Wake her up, man, we’re going!” Connor yelled at the hypnotist, who simply motioned down at his empty chair.
“Why don’t you grab your seat, Connor? I can fix this.”
Huffing, Connor plopped back down, crossing his arms. Turning back to check on the hypnotist, he received little more than a sharp snap in the face, and quickly spiraled back down into sleep, head resting, just like Julie, against the bare chest of the guy beside him.
When Connor next awakened, he somehow knew he was in an oral sex competition, and this was his chance to really impress Julie. That was just as well, as he couldn’t help but think back to the incident in the car on prom night, when he’d tried his best but still been unsure if he’d managed to bring his girlfriend to climax. The stakes were high here, as the men would be performing on lifelike replicas of genitals that were wired to their partners—whose reactions who would show in real time just how well (or not) they were performing.
Holding a long, semi-deep piece of Tupperware, the hypnotist started at the other end of the row, distributing his instruments one guy at a time. To everyone else, these objects may have simply looked like a peach with a small slice removed, but the second each guy received his, he realized it was the most lifelike replica of a vulva he had ever seen. Leaning forward eagerly, each extended his tongue, some going straight for the pit, others softly tonguing around the edges to lap up the sweet juices. One by one, the women next to them all started to writhe and groan.
As the hypnotist reached the guy next to Julie, he distributed another peach, and Dan immediately went to town, tonguing directly above the pit and sending Connor’s girlfriend into fits of hysterics. To Connor’s horror, he suddenly noticed that, just like her new friend, Julie was now stripped to her underwear. She leaned back, rubbing one hand over her lacy white panties as her other squeezed her breast, so elegantly cradled by her bra.
“You ready to show us your stuff, Casanova?” asked the hypnotist, patting Connor on the shoulder. Connor nodded eagerly, extending his hand. If Julie thought the guy on the other side of her was an expert, he couldn’t wait to see her reaction to everything he had in store.
“Oh, shoot!” the hypnotist said in mock frustration. “This always seems to happen. I’m afraid this is all I’ve got.”
The audience burst out laughing as he reached into the bottom of the container and pulled out a thick, green zucchini, handing it to Connor, who looked up at him in disgust.
“Give it a try. It works just as well,” said the hypnotist, loudly snapping his fingers. Connor blinked. Well, if he had to—he’d do anything he could to win back Julie.
Leaning forward, Connor wrapped his lips around the cucumber and took it down his throat as deep as he could. To his surprise, he indeed heard groans coming from beside him—though not from the left, but the right, where Grant was leaning back in his baggy undies watching Connor like a hawk, bucking his hips.
Before Connor could do anything, the hypnotist added, “Gentlemen, once you start, you cannot stop,” and with another snap of his fingers, Connor’s fate was sealed—he spent the next several minutes gagging on the plump vegetable, sending the young emo twink next to him into increasingly obscene paroxysms, the mile-high tent in his underwear revealing that not all of him was quite so skinny.
As the contest wrapped up, the hypnotist made his way up the line again, retrieving all his peaches and leaving Connor alone in the center of the row, still gagging on his giant vegetable.
By a round of audience applause, Julie and her new friend were crowed the winners, and even allowed to perform color commentary on odd-man-out Connor, whose performance they both found hysterical.
“That’s nasty, man,” Julie’s friend scoffed, when the hypnotist finally asked his opinion.
“For a gay guy, he sure gives bad head,” Julie laughed, before the hypnotist finally snapped and announced the contest was over, releasing Connor from his spell.
Connor immediately spit out the zucchini, dropping it to the floor in disgust and causing Grant to reach out and grab his arm, groaning “Why’d you stop?” and eliciting a huge round of laughter from the audience.
“Julie, come on, you know I’m not gay!” Connor protested, though another inopportune appearance by the “Special Music” only produced more doubt, as Connor and Grant leapt to their feet and back into each other’s arms.
Once the music stopped, everyone else was back asleep, and Connor was so broken he barely had the energy to yell at Grant or be surprised before the hypnotist motioned for the two to sit down. Taking his chair with a sigh, Connor felt that familiar, authoritative snap next to his ear and found himself sinking down again into darkness…
“…two… and three, wide awake!” the hypnotist snapped, and Connor rose back up in his chair, blinking. Where was he? Hadn’t they been about to go to that hypnosis show? Why was everything so bright?
Suddenly, Connor realized—to his shock—that he had been ed out on the half-naked body of the guy next to him, whom he vaguely ed from a while earlier. That was right. Julie had somehow convinced him to go onstage for this stupid performance. He couldn’t believe he’d actually agreed. But what had happened? The guy next to him was undressed, wearing nothing but his baggy boxers and with a pair of cheap pink plastic wings strapped over his shoulders, but Connor barely ed a thing. Had it started?
“Welcome back, volunteers, and I hope you enjoyed your time up onstage. Weren’t they a great group, everybody?”
The audience burst out in applause, and Connor looked around in bewilderment, eyes finally landing on Julie beside him, who looked back beseechingly.
“Is it gonna start soon?” Connor asked, confused.
“I think it already has…” Julie muttered, and Connor turned his attention back toward the cheering darkness.
“I really couldn’t do what I do without the gracious assistance of our volunteers, or if it weren’t for the fine folks in the booking department at Wayward Cruise Lines—”
“Four tits off the port bow!” a young guy cried, rising out of his seat, and two women next to him immediately leapt to their feet, yanking up their tops and exposing their breasts. The crowd broke out in applause and cheers as the three sat back down, bewildered.
“They’re really so good to have me,” the hypnotist continued over the hysterics. “And of course, one more huge round of applause for the cleanup crew—”
“Don’t forget to swab the poop deck!” a guy in a tank top and swim trunks cried, leaping out of his chair, turning around and dropping his suit to moon the laughing crowd.
“And as you make your way out of the theater tonight, make sure to give an extra special thanks to our two little fairies, who will be holding the doors for you…”
Connor barely even heard that last part, as, along with Grant, he was already leaping out of his chair, skipping off the stage and through the laughing crowd all the way to the back of the theater, where he took his place by one of the exit doors, ready to hold it open for any and all ers-by.
With the show finally concluded, the chattering throng soon started to filter out, and Connor was kept very busy doing a curtsy for each and every one of them while holding the door. A number even stopped to snap pics, Connor graciously posing with them for their photos. About three-quarters of the way through, he even recognized his girlfriend, Julie, accompanied by some fit and attractive young guy Connor thought he recognized from the show.
“We’re ready to leave, Con. You coming?” Julie asked.
“I’ll catch up with you when I’m done,” Connor said, not really sure what else was on his schedule, but for some reason confident that even after finishing his door-holding duties, he still had a lot to do.
“All right. Well, I’m gonna hang out in Dan’s cabin for a while. Maybe I’ll see you later,” Julie said, and Connor simply curtsied and held the door for them, watching them go. He sure was looking forward to being alone with Julie, to finally going all the way and showing her what a real man he was. But unfortunately, for the moment, that would have to wait. He was glad she had a good new friend to take care of her in the meantime, though.
After the last stragglers left, Connor found himself skipping back up the aisle of the empty theater, dodging a couple of the cleaning crew, and bounding backstage, where that guy Grant was already sitting in a chair in his underwear, head bowed.
“Ah, Fairy Number Two,” the hypnotist said, motioning toward an empty chair next to the nearly naked young man. “Have a seat. I hope you didn’t have any big plans for the evening.”
“Well, as a matter of fact,” Connor found himself saying, “my girlfriend and I were planning to find some time to be alone. We’re finally gonna go all the way.” Connor blushed, unable to believe he’d blurted that out to a stranger.
“Ah, a couple virgins, eh? Well, don’t worry, she’s in good hands. Dan seems like he’s really experienced. And why shouldn’t he be?” said the hypnotist, smiling and motioning again to the seat next to Grant.
“Experienced?” murmured Connor, sitting down. “You mean you think she’s gonna do something with him? But what about me?”
“Oh, don’t worry, you’re coming out ahead,” said the hypnotist, pointing to the giant bulge in Grant’s undies. “Have you seen what this guy is packing?”
Then he snapped, and everything went black, just like Grant said.