Tiffany looked down and started playing with her fingernails, as she always did when she was nervous. She had a bad habit of revealing too much to people, even ones she didn't really know. She was doing it once again with Marc, but she didn't really care. He seemed harmless, besides he was just some divorced overweight driver, it wasn't like he mattered to her.

Marc was still surprised by her last few words. He hadn't seen that coming. He didn't know if it would be better to just be quiet about the whole
thing, or to see where the conversation went. Then he thought about Alice. She always accused him of being to cautious in life, always playing by the rules. He decided to see where the conversation would go.
"What were you going to say that you don't even like?", he asked.
Tiffany was surprised that he asked that, but she figured there could be no harm done, "Sex."
Marc turned a little red, even though he knew what the anwer was going to be, "oh."
Tiffany again thought that would be the end of it.
"Why not?", he asked
"You sure are nosey.", she responded, although not in an annoyed tone
"Sorry"
"Well, I guess I brought it up. What the hell... I've never been able to 'get there', if you know what I mean."
"Do you know why?"
"I've never been able to relax enough, plus I don't think I've ever been with a man for the right reasons. It's always been about me trying to get something from him"
"Sounds like it has always been about you being intimate to make him feel good. You've always been doing it becuase you thought it is what someone else wanted, a way for them to give you what you wanted later on, not during the lovemaking. Have you ever done it with someone who couldn't provide you with anything except sexual pleasure?", Marc asked, obviously more comfortable, except for a growing bulge in his pants he hoped she didn't see.
"I guess I haven't, maybe that's why I have
never been able to relax enough. By the way, you are a great listener!", she said, actually meaning it.
"Well, it is sort of what I do for a living"
"How so?"
"I'm a therapist"
"Really, what kind of therapy?"
"I'm a hypnotherapist"
"Really, wow. Why did you become a chauffer on the side, couldn't get enough people to quit smoking?"
"No, I'm not a chauffer actually."
"Then why did Al ask you to drive me to see Tom?"
Marc sort of knew he was trapped here. He figured if he remained calm, he could get out of this.
"Al figured it might be good if you and I had a chance to talk."
Tiffany was getting nervous, "About what?"
"You know all the crazy things that are going on now, Tom and you, that sort of stuff. Maybe some of the decisions you guys are making in these crazy times are not the best ones"
"Al's trying to get you to get me to stop seeing Tom, isn't he?"
"Al just wants what's best for Tom, Tiffany."
"What did he think, you and I would become friends on the car trip and you would reason with me. I'll be damned before I throw away more publicity than I've ever gotten based on the advice of some big fat ass who couldn't even convince his wife to stay with him or give him a freakin' TV! Al must be crazy if he thought I'd listen to you!"
Marc said nothing, he didn't know what to do.
Then things went from bad to worse. Tiffany clued in. "Oh my gawd! Al didn't send you to reason with me! You're a goddamn hypnotist, you're going to hypnotize me into not wanting Tom! Damn that tricky snake agent! I can't believe I was so close to finally being the cover story on Entertainment Evening!"
Actually, this might not have been such a bad sign for Marc. She was talking like he definitely had the ability to do that. It appeared she believed she would not be able to resist. That was going to be very helpful.
"Wait, wait, we can make a deal", Tiffany begged, she really sounded scared, "I can pay you, more than what he is paying you. Or, or a blow job! I'll suck you off like your wife never could if you don't hypnotize me!"
This was unbelievable, she actually thought there was nothing she could do to stop him.
Marc actually felt powerful for once, and he liked it, "I'm sorry Tiffany, there is nothing you can do to stop me. I promised Al I would do this, and I am a man of my word.", he said, trying to make it sound like a nobility thing.
"Now I want you to hear my voice, and only my voice, let it resonate through your mind. Can you feel my voice within your mind Tiffany?", he said, in his best hypnotist voice.
"Crap! I can.", Tiffany said, dissappointed.
"Good, my power is too strong to resist, now think of relaxation only, any sound about this room other than my voice, let drift into the background, any thoughts other than relaxation that come about, just let them come and pass." Tiffany looked like she was in a daze. Marc couldn't believe he was doing this.
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