| The hypnotist decided to take quite a risk. He went over to where the
SLC girls were sitting. They were in the same student leadership group that
Alison had been in when she was an undergraduate at Wesley. These girls,
however, were far less attractive then she. The hypnotist was glad that
he didn't have to depend on getting these girls to go under like he did
two years ago when Alison was in their position. "Excuse me, do any of you ladies know this girl?", he asked them. "I do", one of them said timidly. He brought the microphone over to her, "I do", she repeatted, "She used to be on the SLC. She was a senior when I was a freshman" "I see", said the hypnotist loudly, envolving the rest of the crowd, "Perhaps, Miss, you could tell us a little bit about her personality", he said, praying she answered like he hoped. "Umm, she was really, like, reserved.", the girl said. "Reserved you say? Would you go as far as to say prudish?", he said to the crowd as much as to the girl. "Umm, yeah, I guess I would" "So, in your estimation, the young lady who just came wildly for us on stage is actually a very reserved, prudish, stuck up, snobby, holier than now, frigid, typical Wesley girl?", the hypnotist asked. It proved to be a rhetorical question, as he never brought the microphone back over to her. The boys cheered wildly. The Wesley SLC girls were not amused by the stereotypical description. There wasn't too much they could do about it at that point though. The hypnotist went back over to Alison, who was still sleeping on the floor of the stage. |
| "All right now, my sleeping beauty. In a moment I'm going
to awaken you. When I awaken you, you'll find that you are completely refreshed.
You'll also realize that every guy in this audience thinks that you are
a prude. We can't have that though. We can't let these guys stereotype Wesley
girls as prudes. So what you're going to want to do is be as sexy and slutty
as possible, to prove to these boys that Wesley girls aren't prudes. Now
just like last time, the more they applaud and make noise, the hornier and
hornier you'll get. Now, awaken on three... 1-2-3", he said. Alison opened her eyes and sat up. The hypnotist helped her up to her feet. "How are you feeling?", he asked. "Mmmm, just fine thanks", she answered. Then she peered angrily out at the crowd. "What's wrong?", the hypnotist asked. "These boys think I don't know how to have fun", she said. |
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The hypnotist turned to the crowd with a huge smile, but gestured
for them to stay quiet. "Is that true?", he asked. Alison bent over slightly, put her hands behind her, and shook her chest. "Would a girl with tits like these have trouble finding a little fun?", she asked. The boys went crazy. Alison found she liked it when they yelled. She giggled, then wiggled again. More cheering. She liked this. "The boys seem to like you. I think they'd all like to get to know you better. If you could choose one word to describe yourself best, what would it be?" Alison smiled to the crowd, flirting with her body language. Then she grabbed the microphone and pulled it close to her mouth, "Mmmmmm..... slutty", she said sexily. The boys were out of their seats, jumping around. |
| Their applause was having quite an effect on Alison. She was
really getting worked up, rubbing her hands all over her body. She started
massaging her crotch. The more she did it, the more the boys yelled. She
started to unbutton her pants. That's when the hypnotist remembered the problem he had with a sticky indecent exposure situation at a South Carolina night club. He knew he didn't need that kind of press again. He thought quick, "DJ, it looks like this sexy lady wants to dance. Do you have any thing that she can get her groove on with?", he asked. The "DJ", was really the audio-visual tech. He hadn't met the tech personally, but they were ALWAYS male, so he had a good chance that this tech would pick a song that would enhance the show. He picked a popular hip hop song about a milkshake. Alison started dancing around like a stripper. And yes, the boys again went crazy. |
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The hypnotist was as hard as the horny college
students in the audience. He couldn't wait anymore, he had to have her. As Alison kept dancing, he looked up and noticed an automated curtain pully system. He decided it was time to end the show. "Alright fellas, that's it for tonight. I know it was a short show, but I think you'll all agree it was a fun show!", he said as Alison kept dancing behind him. The boys started chanting "More ... more... more!" Alison started responding, touching herself more in her dance moves. The hypnotist knew this was going to go too far, "The only way to get more fellas is to get the Wesley SLC to invite me back next year, and the only way to do that is give them a sh*tload of money for whatever cause they're going for" |
| Milkshake ended, but the tech guy had another appropriate choice already
cued up. Another hip hop song, this one called 'Hypnotize', began to play.
Alison never stopped dancing. The hypnotist brought the microphone over to one of the SLC girls who told the audience where they could deposit cash for the fund raiser. The SCL'ers probably would act like they hated the objectification they saw on stage as they counted their money later that night. "Curtain please", the hypnotist said, nodding to the tech guy. As the hypnotist again thanked the crowd, the curtain closed, seperating he and the dancing Alison from everyone else. |
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The two were all alone now, but that wouldn't last. |
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He also knew she was high profile, and there was a lot of risk involved in continuing this "relationship". However, he was a young enough guy that his dick still did most of his thinking. After the lovemaking in the dressing room led to more love making in her apartment, her very nice apartment... where she lived alone, he decided to cancel some of his upcoming shows. He figured he'd stay in this college town for a few more weeks... with his slutty little debutant. |