Alison stood defiantly in the prison cell.
The guards were laughing. They knew who she was... the Senator's Daughter, the Debutante.
She looked at them stone faced. She would prove she was tougher.
"Don't worry, no one knows that you're in here.", said a voice from the other side of the cell.
Alison turned to see a beautiful woman. She looked like a model from a lingerie ad or something. She was dressed glamorously.
Alison could tell the woman was being friendly, so she let her guard down a little.
"I hope not", she said, "My family is ... well known"
"Ohhh, I see. You wouldn't want them to know you've been imprisoned in a place like this", the model said.
"What kind of prison is this?", Alison asked.
"This is a prison of dreams", the woman explained.
"Prison of dreams?", Alison asked, confused.
"Yes. It's where your true desires must be kept if you can't act on them in the real world.", the model said.
"Will my desires be here forever?", Alison inquired. The woman seemed to know a lot about this place.
"That depends. I know mine aren't. In fact, I'm getting out today."
"How?"
That's when the warden came to the cell. He had a big ring of keys. "Glamorous Supermodel?", he asked. Alison's cellmate nodded and stepped forward. The warden started unlocking the door for her.
"Wait!", Alison pleaded, "You have to tell me how to get out of here!"
"That's easy, you just have to find the one that can make

your secret fantasies become realities!", the model said.
Alison wasn't ready for her to leave, "But where can I find this person?", she called out. The warden had already escorted the model out, and she was half way down the corridor.
"You know where he is, he's at the Neon Fix", she yelled out as she opened the jail door to blinding day light.
Alison wanted to thank the woman, though she was already gone. The warden came back and told her it was time for mandatory wake up call. When she looked at him closer, she realized he was actually the Tin Man from the Wizard of Oz. Then she awoke.

Alison arrived at the Neon Fix shortly before 8pm. She wasn't sure why she went so early, but it just seemed like the best time to go. She had never wanted to come to this place before, and being there 10 seconds reminded her why. Undergraduate Harvard guys were coming up to her left and right, hitting on her. She had gotten good at ignoring advances. Besides, she was looking for someone in particular, though she didn't know who. Then she saw a familiar figure on the balcony above. She couldn't make out who it was in the shadow.
Then the rotating spotlight hit her, then him. She saw his face, more importantly, she saw his eyes. It was him, it was the hypnotist!
Alison froze in fear. She had wondered what the moment would be like when she saw him again. Her heart was racing.
His eyes pierced into hers like laser beams. She couldn't move. People started going around her, as she was obstructing the flow of traffic in the club. Then he motioned to her to come to him with his finger. Alison knew she couldn't resist his call.
Alison trembled as she climbed up the stairs to the man who beckoned her on the balcony. She wasn't sure this was the right thing to be doing. In fact, part of her knew it was the wrong thing to be doing. But she knew she couldn't resist him. She never took her eyes off of him as she approached,and he never took his eyes off of her.

He stood waiting. There were not many people on the balcony. She approached him. Her tremble was quite visible. Her eyes were locked on his.
Alison kept walking towards him until she was less than a foot away. Then he even took a step towards her, bringing them literally face to face.
In a show of strength, she reminded herself that she was not under his power yet. She could still fight... if that was what she wanted.
"I know who you are. I know what you've done to me", she said.
Again, she confused him. He thought that was already established. It didn't matter though, he knew now what he could get away with.
He reached out and grabbed her arms, pulling her even closer. She noticed how strong he was. She started to get wet. He felt her tremble
"Shhhhh, relax my love. Look deeply into my eyes. Be still and quiet. Relax", he said. His words were like the velvet fog she had dreamed of so many times. She melted into his grasp.
"Yesss, that's it Alison. You know you can't resist, come into my eyes... surrender to your fantasies Alison, surrender to your desires... surrender to me Alison, to my hypnotic power", the hypnotist said.

The debutante stared back at the hypnotist with a dazed adoration that made him hard as a rock. The petite graduate student was dressed in a simple light blue tank top and black pants, yet at that moment she was the most beautiful woman he had ever known.

He wasn't actually the all powerful, evil hypnotist that she had wanted him to be. In fact, he was just a run of the mill stage hypnotist. He had started performing a few years ago in college for beer money. It kind of stuck and he traveled around the country now doing

shows. Sure, he had taken his fair share of suggestible ladies back to his dressing room for a little fun... but what guy his age wouldn't do that? He had never found himself in a situation like this though. This girl was obviously digging this whole 'hypno-master' thing on a deeper level. He thought about the 'Lady in the streets, Whore in the sheets', saying. He was sure this was some kind of subconscious rebellious sexual repression type thing. He didn't really care what it was though, cause it was hot!
When he was certain she was under his power, he began carrying out his plan for the night. He told her to turn around, and walk out to the parking lot with him. He watched her tranced determination to carry out his will as she made her way through the crowd. He had never seen someone go this deep under.

When they got to the parking lot, he had her point out which car was hers. He took her keys and drove back to campus with her. He didn't want to be late for his own show!

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