For the Patrons - Part 2

Description: With the hypnosis show about to start, Rayne finds herself having a full blown panic attack.

Key: MC, FD, FF, Hypno

Three days after their meeting in Trisha’s dorm room, our three young hypnotists, Trisha, Rayne, and Laura (for those who needed a reminder), sat backstage in the hall of the student union. One by one they watched as students began to file in for their show as Laura and Trisha practically bounced with excitement. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my GAWD! Do you see how many people are out there?” Laura shouted excitedly. 

“I know!” Trisha squealed as she stared out into the crowd, trying to see who had shown up. Meanwhile, both girls were failing to notice a very nervous Rayne pacing back and forth behind the curtain. She appeared to be on the verge of tears, if not a nervous breakdown. “Who do you see so far?” Trisha asked as she continued to ignore Rayne’s pacing.

“It looks like we have…Jackie, Cheyenne, and Carly. Oh, wait! Christine and Jessy are behind them, as well.” Laura said excitedly. 

“I see them. It looks like Eve is across the aisle from them with Lindsey…and it looks like Lindsey was able to get her sister, Jen, to come along. Having a cop in the audience could be a great addition to the show...” Trisha said, excited at the prospect of putting Jennifer under for the first time. “Where is Klaire?” 

Laura giggled, snorted, and rolled her eyes. “She’s over to the far right, trying to hide behind a pillar and reading a book. It always amazes me how stubborn that girl can be.” 

“What do you say we loosen her up a bit, hmm?” Trisha asked, grinning deviously. 

“Indeed we shall!” Laura said, wiggling her eyebrows. As if on cue, the lights started to dim. “Show time!” Laura whispered, although her whisper was loud enough to barely classify as one, while she grabbed the mic and walked out on stage. As she walked to the middle of the stage, the spotlight illuminated her and highlighted the shiny blue sequined dress that she had picked out especially for this occasion. 

“Good evening N.C.U.!” Laura shouted into the mic to a round of applause and cheers. “You are all here tonight to experience the strange, wonderful…and often times hilarious power…of hypnosis!” 

“Damn,” Trisha said to Rayne, not even aware that Rayne was nowhere near her, “that girl can really ham it up!” When she got no response, Trisha finally turned around to look for Rayne, only to see that the poor girl was shaking and near tears. “Rayne! Oh my god, are you ok?” Trisha asked as she ran over to Rayne. “What's wrong?”

“I can’t…I can’t…I can’t…” was all that Rayne could manage to get out as she started to hyperventilate. Her body was shaking so much that she could barely stand and Trisha had to help support her to avoid falling over. 

On stage, Laura continued her introduction. “Tonight some of you will be our audience, while others…a select few with the imagination and curiosity of some of the greatest minds in history…will be our hypnotized guests…here on stage.” 

“It’s alright Rayne, relax…look at me. Look…at…me.” Trisha said gently but forcefully enough for Rayne to look up into her eyes. “We prepared for this…just relax.” Trisha smiled as she said, with a little bit more authority, the trigger that Nadia had implanted into Rayne’s subconscious. “It’s showtime.” 

Of course, triggers work much better when the person isn’t already freaking out about what the trigger is meant to imply. “I know…I know…I know...I can’t…I can’t…dooo….dooo…..” Rayne tried to say as she began to sob uncontrollably.

On stage, Laura remained completely oblivious of the situation with Rayne. “Hypnosis is a wonderful feeling, and those of you who end up under the spell of myself and my two lovely hypnotic co-hosts, may find yourself in a state where you simply realize it’s perfectly natural to do…everything…we say.” As she finished, several of the boys in the audience cheered and whistled while the girls just shook their heads, giggled, or blushed. Klaire flipped to the next page in her book. 

Behind the curtain things were reaching a critical point. Rayne was in the midst of a full blown panic attack and the trigger hadn’t worked. Fortunately, Trisha had a plan. “Rayne…I’m sorry…but I can’t think of any other way to calm you down.” Rayne didn’t have time to register what Trisha had said, no less what she meant, before the older girl grabbed the younger redhead by the shoulders, pulled her in, and kissed her. 

Rayne’s eyes flew open as Trisha’s lips and body pressed against her own. The quiver in her body went from being an emotional breakdown to emotional confusion. She had never kissed Trisha before (that she remembered). She’d always wanted to, but she hadn’t been expecting it to happen now. As the realization sank in, though, she started to relax. The world around her faded away as she opened her mouth to respond to the kiss, sliding her tongue gently along Trisha’s lips before meeting the older girls tongue halfway.

Trisha kept up the kiss for a few moments longer before pulling back. The height difference between her and Rayne made it impossible for Rayne to continue the kiss without Trisha needing to bend down. As the taller grad student pulled back, all Rayne could do was look up into Trisha’s eyes with an embarrassed blush on her cheeks. “Wow. I…I always…” Rayne started before Trisha cut her off. 

“I know. But…it’s showtime.” Trisha said with a smile. 

Finally, the trigger sank into Rayne’s waiting mind. She gasped as her pupils visibily dilated to the point where you couldn’t even tell what color her eyes were, all you could see was the white of her eyes, and the black of her wide open pupil. Her face went completely slack as her hand fell limp at her side. She stared up at Trisha, completely helpless as her mind shut down and the suggestions kicked in. Trisha, on the other hand, couldn’t help but stare down at the young woman she had been kissing just a moment earlier, who was now completely mentally shut down. 

Before Trisha had a chance to really enjoy the scene, however, Rayne’s eyes blinked and returned to normal. Her shoulders raised from their slumped position and the blank, expressionless look on her face turned into a devious grin. Now it was Trisha’s turn to gasp in surprise at the change in the young freshman’s attitude as the hypnotic suggestions took effect. 

On stage, Laura’s introduction was reaching its end. “And now…without further adieu, why don’t I introduce you to the other two lovely ladies who will be controlling your minds tonight? Trisha…and Rayne!”

Rayne smiled at Trisha as she grabbed the taller girl around the back of the neck and pulled her down in a dominant kiss. But before Trisha could get too into the kiss, Rayne pulled the older girl’s hair, forcing her head back and away as she gave Trisha a devious grin. “Enough of that, for now. After all...it’s showtime!” Rayne said confidently as she casually strolled onstage, grabbing a microphone off of a table that sat next to the side of the curtain. 

Trisha shuddered and quickly shook herself back into reality as she turned and ran towards the curtain, grabbing a microphone as she stepped onstage and waved to the audience. “Good evening ladies and gentlemen!” she shouted with a smile. 

Both Trisha and Rayne had decided to dress as sexy as possible, despite the very different approaches each took to that. Trisha was wearing a long, slinky, strapless black dress that ended just below her knees and started around her nipples, showing off as much of her ample breasts as possible. Rayne, on the other hand, was dressed in a pair of skintight jeans and a sports bra, with a white dress shirt tied around her stomach, just below her breasts, to show off her entire midsection. 

“Good evening ladies…and especially…gentleman.” Rayne said with a wink as the boys, again, whistled and cheered. “I am Mistress Rayne…you’ve met my lovely co-host Laura, and the equally lovely Trisha. Tonight, we will be here to captivate you…” she said in a voice that was far more seductive than any of the girls had ever heard her use. 

"Mesmerize you…” Trisha chimed in on cue with a big smile, leaning down just enough to show off her cleavage. 

“Hypnotize you…” Laura added with her own thousand watt seductive smile as she moved just enough to casually allow her leg to show through the slit in her dress. “And, finally, to…” 

“Enthrall you.” all three girls said in unison as they moved closer together on stage. 

“But before we begin with that…” Trisha began with a smile, looking out over the audience. 

“Has anyone here…” Rayne chimed in, moving closer to the edge of the stage. 

“Ever been hypnotized?” Laura concluded. 

The audience, as well as the three hypnotists, all looked around. Each more curious than the next to see whose hands would go up. Unfortunately for the three young ladies onstage, no one’s hands raised. Not a single one. Now this, of course, didn’t mean that no one in the audience had never been hypnotized. That would be silly! No, most of them were simply too embarrassed. Or, in the case of the N.C.U. girls, had their memories of ever being hypnotized erased. It was a slight oversight in planning…or was it?

“No one at all?” Trisha asked in surprise. “That’s a shame, we were going to use them as our…assistants.” she said with a seductively devious grin and a wink. 

This was, however, the exact moment that Rayne had been hoping for since she had been triggered. “We don’t really need an assistant from the audience.” she said, smiling at the audience as Trisha and Laura looked at one another in confusion. “After all…we have two lovely assistants right here!” she finished, turning to point at Trisha and Laura.

“What are you doing?” Trisha asked, covering up the microphone so the audience wouldn’t hear. 

“That’s not part of the plan!” Laura chimed in. 

“I know…just go with it!” Rayne said, winking and turning back to the audience with a smile. “What do you think…do you want to see if the two loviest hypnotists this side of Vegas can be hypnotized?” The audience’s reaction was pretty much what you would expect it to be in an erotic hypnosis story. 

With the audience clearly on Rayne’s side, Trisha and Laura had to relent or risk upsetting their audience before the show even began. Rayne, on the other hand, smiled and motioned for Trisha to take a seat in one of the chairs. Trisha sat down respectfully and gazed up at Rayne. “Do your worst.” she said before setting the microphone down next to her. 

Rayne looked out at the audience and smiled deviously. “You heard her folks, I take that as permission.” As the audience cheered she turned to stare into Trisha’s eyes. “Look into my eyes, Trisha… look deep into my eyes. You’ve always liked my eyes, I’ve always seen how you seem to gaze at them from across the room. How you always seem to be drawn to them, how you seem to feel their pull. Now…here…you have my permission to stare as deeply as you want…as long as you want. Just let yourself relax and look deeper and deeper into my eyes…nothing else matters. All other sounds and distractions simply fade away…into the distance…further and further away…just like your thoughts…slipping away…deeper and deeper…into sleep!”        

Trisha had been completely transfixed on Rayne’s words the entire time, but several eagle-eyed audience members, and your narrator, noticed how Trisha’s facial expressions slowly became more and more relaxed. How her shoulders and arms had started to sink down just a bit more deeply. Her left hand would have fallen off of her lap eventually, but long before that happened on its own, our dear Rayne put Trisha into a nice deep sleep. The moment the word was said, her eyes rolled up into her head and a soft sigh echoed through the auditorium via the microphone that Rayne was holding. Her head sank down to her knees and her short, wavy blonde hair bounced around her head softly. The audience erupted in applause. 

Rayne let the applause continue as she leaned Trisha back in her chair, letting her head fall back and...adjusting her boobs. “This way everyone gets a better view…after all, it would be a shame to cover up all of her hard work at the gym.” Rayne said as she winked at the audience before turning to Laura. She pointed to an empty chair a few spaces away from Trisha and with a confident, devious smile, said “Your turn!” 

To be continued....

Featuring: Laura, Rayne, Trisha

Mentioned: Nadia, Eve, Christine, Cheyenne, Jessy, Klair, Jennifer and Lindsey