What's in a Story?

by Daniel A.

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• Chapter 1
• Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Lamar and his body guard escorted their new associate into the recording studio's control room. "You're telling me all you have to do is tell a girl this story and she'll suddenly become an obedient fuck toy?"

"It's not really that simple. The stories are told with special language and speech patterns that engage the brain's mirror neurons."

"Mirror ... what?

"It's the part of the brain that makes you identify with someone. It creates the feeling of compassion and the desire to imitate or become more like the person you see...or in this case hear about. When a girl listens to one of these stories, they will see themselves become the girl in the story. They'll subjectively experience the same feelings as the girl. When they see the girl in the story enjoying really great sex, they'll feel a desire to enjoy sex in the same way. And they will subconsciously accept some of the same mental attitude that will enable her to enjoy it.

"I thought you said these were audio stories. How can they see anything?"

"They'll see it in their minds, in their imagination. That's part of the process, engaging their imagination. Then what they imagine will become what they want." Darren sat down at the control panel and produce a thumb drive. "The stories are already written and recorded. But I'll need you to transfer the files to your system and show me how to direct them to individual headsets. Then of course, we'll need a couple of vict...test subjects."

Lamar sat next to Darren and started up the playback system, " ... and where do we find these vict ... er, test subjects?"

"You own a hip hop recording company, right? You must have a few dozen backup dancers or groupies who'd do anything to meet 'the band'. Call up a few, tell them you want them to come in to listen to a demo tape for a new artist. Just make sure you tell them that the demos are erotic audio stories not music, and you want them to stick around afterwards to tell us what they liked or didn't like. "

Lamar nodded to his body guard who silently left the room. He returned an hour later with three very hot young ladies, two slender black girls and a slutty looking hispanic girl. Lamar knew all three by site if not by name. They'd each applied for jobs as background dancers for one of his artists. The girls were all attractive, but none had any dancing talent. He suspected they just wanted to land rich husbands. They'd be relatively easy tests, but if they could always move up to more difficult vict ... er, test subjects later. Damn Darren for sticking that joke in his head.

Lamar introduced them to Darren and explained that he was testing a new line of erotic audio stories, he wanted them to listen and tell him what they thought of it. Darren kept silent as he watched the body guard escort each of the girls to a separate listening booth, but was watching Latoya, a slim, light-skinned black girl with soft sensual sensual lips. Jackie, the other black girl had great legs, which suggested a really tight pussy. Marisa, the hispanic girl had beautifully bronzed skin and raven black hair. All three wore jeans and tank tops that hinted at nicely rounded breasts. They'd all make nice playmates. But Darren was imagining Latoya's lips wrapped around his cock as Lamar helped her get comfortable with the headphones. He knew he'd keep her for himself and direct the other girls' desires towards Lamar and or guard.

Darren had actually taken three different stories and cued them up them up separately: a seduction story, a sexual obedience training story and an amnesia inducing scene. This way he could replay the seduction scene until he was certain a girl was deeply entranced, replay the obedience scene until she orgasmed on command. He started the seduction scene for all three girls. Then dimmed the lights in the isolation booths so the girls could more easily drift off, but he could still see their reactions.

Marisa was the most quickly affected. When the story reached the deep breathing hypnotic induction, her breathing deepened noticeably. Her slowly rising breasts inspired all three of the watching men. "As I recall, Lamar told Darren, "Marisa refused to go out with Tony," indicating his body guard. "What was the reason she gave you?"

"Said I was too big."

"Right, so if you can get her to fuck him, you'll have proved your worth."

"Judging from her response so far, that will be pretty easy. What remains to be seen is how long the effects last." The recording reached the part where Darren was about to tie the girl to the bed. And it was exciting to watch her raise her arms over her head in response to the hidden commands. As the hypnotic commands made her experience some very tantalizing foreplay, her hips started squirming deliciously. When Darren' recorded voice asked her if she was willing to do things his way, she nodded quickly. He then started the obedience training story in her set.

Unfortunately, Latoya and Jackie appeared to be in much lighter trances. Neither were lifting their arms, but they were at least entranced. He'd have to replay seduction story a few more times for both of them before they would be deep enough to accept the obedience suggestions without resistance.

But he had to cut the audio in the control room. Now that the three girls were all listening to different parts of the stories, it was too difficult to follow.

Marisa continued to squirm and breathe hard for several minutes. Then she suddenly jumped up and stood at attention, but with her eyes still closed. Lamar drew in a quick breath, concerned that she had caught on to what the program was doing to her. But just as quickly she dropped to her knees. Tony discretely tried to adjust himself. But his cock seemed to know she'd be serving it soon and he was having a difficult time containing his excitement. Darren on the other hand, had long ago learned to control his own excitement. His cock wouldn't come up until he wanted it to.

Jackie finally raised her arms over her head indicating she was ready to proceed to the obedience story. But Latoya was just starting to breathe deeply. Darren quietly laughed to himself. It would be his luck that the girl he most wanted would be the hardest to get. But he'd clearly have to "seduce her" again.

Marisa was now on her knees, obediently sucking an imaginary cock. She slid down and rolled over on her back thrusting her hips up to the image in her mind of the man training her subconscious to obey him; the man who, by design spoke with Darren' voice. She started whispering the word "yes" over and over, in response to the imagined fucking, totally unaware that she was also agreeing with the post-hypnotic commands that were being embedded in her mind and subconsciously linked to the intense pleasure she was feeling. Her voice grew louder and louder until she suddenly stopped. She tensed up and came hard and collapsed in an spent heap.

Darren paused the playback and Lamar, "How do I speak directly to her now?" Lamar reached over and flipped a switch. "Marisa, stand up." She slowly obeyed. "When I tell you to open your eyes, you will, but remain deeply entranced." She stood quietly, her breathing returning to normal. "Open your eyes. See the chair next to you. Sit in it and close your eyes again." She obeyed, and Darren started the amnesia story for her.

"Do I get her now?" Tony asked.

"Another 10 minutes for the amnesia sequence. This will program her to consciously ignore the fact that she's obeying and accept everything as natural. This way, she'll never know or care that we've reprogrammed her into an obedient fucktoy. "

Jacky was coming near the end of the obedience training sequence. Her hips were churning with arousal, but noticeably weaker than Marisa's. Darren restarted the obedience training sequence, leaving her teased and frustrated. Latoya still had another 20 minutes to play of the seduction script, but looked only slightly aroused. In fact she looked nearly as amused as she was aroused. So he set the seduction to loop automatically.

When Marisa lifted the headphones from her ears, Darren raised the lights in her room and went to join her. She greeted him cheerily.

"So how did you like the story?"

Her eyes went wide. Responding to the subconscious link between the sound of his voice and the promise of intense sexual pleasure. "It was good," she smiled flirtatiously.

"What did you like about it?"

"Um ... " she blushed. "Everything, I just loved listening to it." She inched forward in the chair and leaned in to offer Darren a good view of her c-cup cleavage.

"What did you think about the girl who was hypnotized?"

"She was...um...okay," she replied as she reached over to caress Darren' arm. The amnesia commands had worked well. Her conscious mind had no access to the memory of being trained to obey his voice.

"Stand up."

"Okay," she said, her breathing quickening as she obeyed. She moved close to him, almost touching her breasts to his chest, her hands gliding up his arms to his shoulders.

"Kneel." She was on her knees before she had time to think about it, and reaching for his cock.

"Sleep for me now." Her eyes closed and her hands fell to her knees but she remained kneeling. "The hypnotized girl wants to meet on the rap star, doesn't she?" Marisa nodded. "And it excites her to think about meeting him. It excites her even more to think she can have him. Doesn't it?" Again, she nodded. "And its a great feeling to become so excited. The hypnotized girl loves feeling this excitement. And she can easily imagine what will happen when the hypnotist introduces her to the star. He'll tell her that this man is 'your star' and she'll feel this rush of excitement that she loves and become eager to give him the best fuck of his life. She'll become so hot and eager to please him, she'll forget everything else until she does please him."

She didn't respond. So Darren knelt beside her. "Show me how excited the girl will get when she meets her star." She reach for his face and drew his lips to hers, kissing him hotly. His cock threatened to break his control. So he stopped her. He woke her, stood her up and walked her back to the control booth. She hung on his arm, pressing her breasts warmly against it as they walked.

As soon as they reached the booth, he said, "Marisa, Tony here is your star." Her head whipped around to find her star. As soon as she zeroed in on Tony, she ran into his arms and kissed him passionately, rubbing her whole body against his. After a minute, Tony remembered where he was. He excused himself and took his new fucktoy to a more private room.

Lamar smiled knowingly, "Your stories work better than I expected. But they seem to be working more slowly on these other two. Jackie seems to be responding better now, but I don't think LaToya has responded at all."

"Everyone responds a little differently. Marisa's must be one of those rare perfect subjects. I expect you'll find most girls will be responsive, but not so quickly or completely."

"Very good. But how do I know the girls will obey me they way they obey you?"

"If I tell them to, they will. But the program trains them to my voice; which can't be helped." Lamar frowned. "Think about the way a song sticks in your head. Your mind records the voice, the melody and rhythm as one single memory; the components are linked together. This works the same way, the sexual arousal, the obedience, and my voice are all linked together into a single memory. You saw the way Marisa responded. Just the sound of my voice turned her on and made her eager to please me."

"I don't think you'll have it quite so easy with these other two," Lamar nodded to the monitor.

Darren looked at the two girls. Jackie was fondling herself, one hand caressing a breast and the other between her legs. That wasn't part of the program. There were no commands to touch herself. Darren had specifically designed to program to make a girl forget masturbating and believe all pleasure came from being with men. Still, her intense arousal meant he had gotten through to her subconscious. She'd still be aroused by his voice and his commands. So with some more personal attention he could probably train her to respond properly. The girl he actually wanted, however, had barely responded. In fact, she was smiling like she knew exactly what to expect. That meant he'd better switch her to the obedience program before she woke herself.

He ran the obedience segment twice more for Jackie before she exploded in an orgasm that left her spent. Then cued the amnesia/awakening program. "Would you like me to direct her desires towards you?"

"Wouldn't you like to enjoy your own ... handiwork?"

"Of course, but Latoya is more my type."

Lamar chuckled, "Good choice, Jackie can be jealously possessive."

"You didn't tell me you knew any of the girls that ... well."

"Not me," he chuckled, "just something I heard."

"Jealousy and possessiveness can be reduced, even eliminated, but it requires special attention. This program won't address it, but I could easily convince her to come back for another 'test'."

"Do that. It will be interesting to see if she returns when you tell her to."

Darren entered the booth just as Jackie was opening her eyes. She removed the headphones in time to hear him ask, "How did you like the story?"

"It was great, I never knew a man could talk like that."

"It's a skill. Like singing or acting, it takes some practice to become good. Tell me, what did you think of the girl in the story?"

"At first I liked her, but I think she surrendered too quickly," her hand rose towards her breast, but she forced it down and grasped the chair's arm. "She should have resisted a little longer."

"What would that have gotten her?"

"Respect, of course. Men don't respect a girl who gives it up too easily. They just use her and throw her out." She sounded bitter, like she was speaking from personal experience. But her hips were squirming and she was fighting the desire to inch closer to Darren.

"But what about her pleasure? Doesn't a woman need sexual satisfaction as much as she needs respect?" In spite of her attempts at self control, she began to breathe a little harder. "Sometimes, a little more." Darren smiled seeing her hips inch forward, her desire growing stronger than her self control.

"Sleep for me now, Jackie. Imagine a balancing scale. One side holds the need for respect; the other side, the need for pleasure. You can see them balancing each other. Sometimes one need outweighs the other, and other times the other need outweighs the ... one." He'd never let such bad grammar slip into in a recording, but face-to-face, he could expand it to make more sense. "Sometimes a woman need respect more than pleasure, but other times she needs pleasure more than respect."

Jackie frowned, in spite of her growing arousal, she wasn't just going to accept that suggestion. "So he tried a different approach. Picture the hypnotized girl in your mind. Now imagine the hypnotist told her that she was at a doctor's office and had told the doctor she was feeling a little down. The doctor takes a blood test and tells her that her body isn't producing enough oxytocin. She's stunned, she's never heard of this before. And the doctor explains that oxytocin is the hormone the body produces during sex. It's a very important hormone that helps keep you happy and healthy. Caressing and being caressed triggers the body to produce the hormone. The more she is caressed the more her body will produce, and the better it will make her feel. So it's very important that she give and receive more physical affection, more sex.

"The girl is deeply hypnotized so she accepts the suggestion that she needs more sex, but she still doesn't want to be a slut. So the doctor tells her to think about how important her health is. It's more important that money, more important than work; her health is more important than anything else in the world. And if getting more sex will improve her health, then sex would become more important than those other things too. All she had to do was think about it.

"You can see how the hypnotized girl would accept this suggestion, can't you?" Jackie whispered a quiet agreement. "The hypnotist told her to think about this, and the more she thought about it, the more she would see how important it was to get more sex in her life. He told her to think about it for a week then come back to discus the next step.

"Now this girl is deeply hypnotized, right? And she does what she's told. She thinks about it for a week, and each time she thinks about it she realizes that sex will make her feel better, and she does want to feel better. So she begins to want more sex. And soon she can see herself telling this man that she has accepted the suggestion to have more sex and she'll do anything else he suggests. You can see this, can't you?" Jackie nodded.

"Good, now your subconscious knows who the hypnotized girl is, and it will remind her to think about these suggestions. And it will keep reminding her to think about them until she accepts them. Then it will bring her back here to get some more good advice. Let's say the same time next week, shall we?" Jackie didn't respond. "One week from tonight, Jackie, come back here, okay?" she whispered her acceptance.

"Come awake now." Her eyes opened slowly, but she woke without a word. "I hate to do this, but it's getting late. Can you come back next week to listen to another story?

Jackie's eyes widened with desire, but she restrained herself. "Yes, I'd love to."

"Good, I'll show you out." Darren walked her to the exit without touching her or triggering another trance. It was best to wait and see how she responded to the time bomb he planted in her subconscious. If it worked as planned, and it should, she'd be back in a week willing to fuck anyone he suggested, including himself.

Walking back to the control room, he heard a minor commotion from the office. Tony tumbled from the office trying to get his pants zipped back up. Marisa was trying equally hard to keep them off him. They weren't saying a word to each other, just fumbling around like a couple in an old slapstick film.

Tony barked, "Get her off of me, would you?"

Darren chuckled to himself. Be careful what you wish for, he thought. "Marisa, I'm your star." Her head whipped around. Instantly she forgot the bodyguard and threw herself into Darren's arms. Her hot breasts pressed firmly to his chest, her lips greedily kissing his, her loins pumping his crotch and threatening his self control.

The moment she let him breathe, he said, "Sleep for me now." Her eyes had already closed for the kiss. Now her arms relaxed and her hips went still, but she still clung to him nicely. "Marisa, we can make love all night, but first I need to finish my work here." She let out a quiet little pout. "If you behave yourself, I can finish a little sooner, then we'll have the whole night to ourselves. You'll behave for me, won't you? Be patient until we get home." The last a command, not a question.

She whispered her agreement. He patted her butt as he said, "That's my girl." It made her squirm nicely, but when he woke her she quietly took her place hanging on his arm.

To Tony and Lamar who joined them in the hallway he said, "With a girl like this, you just have to take charge. She loves the feeling of belonging to a strong, take-charge kind of man." Then to Marisa he asked, "Don't you, doll?" She answered with a brief affection kiss, then rested her head on his shoulder.

"Don't forget", said Lamar. "You still have one more girl listening to your ... story."

"Right, let's take care of her."

They waited patiently for Latoya to listen to complete the obedience segment one more time. Then Darren played the amnesia segment for her. When he saw her raise an eyebrow, he knew she had never gone deep enough for the amnesia commands to override her own natural perceptions. As he removed her headphones, he asked, "What did you think?"

"She leaned forward luxuriously, "Hmm...That's your voice?"

"Yes, I wrote and voiced the story."

"She rested her elbow on the chair's arm, and her chin in her hand. She looked him straight in the eye and said, "It was very sensual; especially the description of being repeatedly tied to the bed and caressed into a trance." Darren froze. The last thing he expected was to find a girl who knew what he was doing. "But I've always been amazed at the way you worked that breathing double blind into the story."

"Always?"

"Uh huh," she inched closer to him. "I bought the CD from your web site last year. I must have listened to it ... oh, a dozen times." She put her hand on his knee. "I always wondered what you looked like and if you could really caress a woman that way."

For a second, Darren was stunned. He'd only sold a few copies of the recording from his web site. Her recognition was the last thing he expected. Strike that, her knowing what he was doing and being okay with it was the last thing he expected. He covered her hand with his. "Do you have a hypnosis fetish? Or do just enjoy the idea of being seduced?"

"I wouldn't call it a fetish; I don't need it the way some do. But I enjoy being hypnotized, seduced, aroused...and I've always wondered what it would feel like to really have a man make love to me so hypnotically that it changes the way I see the world; the way you describe in the story. Are you surprised?"

"Honestly, yes. ...and no. Not surprised that you'd enjoy being hypnotized. But I'm surprised that such a beautiful young woman would know how sensual hypnosis can be."

"How did your other two subjects fair?"

"Marisa was a perfect subject. She accepted every suggestion; she's become an eager little fuckbunny, and she doesn't know that anything has changed. She's waiting in the control room for me to take her home for some great sex. Jackie only partially accepted the suggestions. Part of her is resisting, but I sent her home with commands that will percolate in her subconscious and help her become more accepting over the next week. And you ... ?"

Her eyes gleamed with excitement. "I love your voice. I love being hypnotized, and I'd love to explore this further; some place a little more private." She leaned in to him and whispered, "and I'd love to share your 'little fuckbunny'."

They stood together and embraced as they walked back to the control room. Marisa ran to Darren's arm, pretending to be oblivious of the girl on his other arm. "Well, Lamar. What do you think?"

"I think your methods are somewhat flawed," he hedged. "But maybe with some work and a little more effort into selecting ... test subjects, we might be able to work something out. You'll be staying in the area."

Darren embraced the two girls; one a pet, the other a beautiful woman who actually shared his interest in erotic hypnosis. Not exactly what he was looking for, but certainly an opportunity worth exploring. "Oh, yes. I'll be around for quite a while."

Chapter 2

The demonstration had lasted well passed midnight, but Darren didnít want to go back to his hotel room. He asked LaToya to drive the three of them to her place, and she agreed. Darren got in the back seat with Marissa cuddling playfully on his lap. She quickly started kissing his neck, and cooed softly as he began fondling her breasts. But he stopped her with the command to go into a trance. He need to see if the car across the street was starting up to follow them. It was. He looked around and sure enough, Lamarís muscle was getting in a car too.

His handlers would likely object to his "sampling the merchandise", but if they thought Darren was still putting on a show for Tony, they wouldnít interfereÖ at least not for a while. He whispered a few instructions to Marisa and she began kissing his neck again. Her soft kisses felt nice, and her breasts were warm against his chest. In spite of his self control, his cock began to stir. And she squirmed against it so nicely that he almost didnít notice his cell phone vibrating.

"Hold on one second, pet." He had to wriggle to get the phone free. "Hey, Iím still in the meeting. Can I call you back later?Ö Yes, the customer is right behind me, Iím about to show him a new feature." On cue, Marisa moved to straddle him and pulled her top off so her naked breasts were visible to the cars following them. "Got to go. Iíll call you tomorrow."

Latoya was trying to watch them in her rear view mirror. She smiled at his pun, but otherwise said nothing until they arrived at her place. "Weíre here," she jumped out of the car, eager help Darren take the action inside. Darren urged Marisa after her, lagging only enough to confirm both cars had followed them all the way. He hoped that Tony would stick around a bit to keep his handlers at a distance and let him enjoy the girls.

Once inside, Darren realized he was in a bit of a predicament. Both girls were expecting him to take charge and dominate them, but he hadnít prepared a scene. Marisa would be easy, but LaToya still had a mind of her own, and he thought it he might like to keep it that way. Looking at her again, he remembered his initial attraction. And knowing that she was as interested in hypnosis as he was, made her even more attractive. Suddenly, he felt like impressing her with a demonstration.

"Marisa, Sleep for me now." Her eyes closed but she remained standing. "Ignore what Latoya and I say to each other. Pay attention only to what I say directly to you." Then to Latoya he said, "You wanted to see how well she responds to my programming?"

"Yes," she said, stepping close to him.

"Marisa, kneel." She obeyed. "Stand." She obeyed. Darren wrapped his arm around Latoya and drew her in close as he continued instructing the hypnotized girl. "Now, Marisa, you need a shower. Get undressed. Latoyaís eyes were on the hypnotized girl, but her hand was sliding down Darrenís stomach.

By the time Marisa was naked, Latoya was rubbing Darrenís cock through his pants. Darren turned to her and commanded her to kiss him. She smiled as she complied, her hand now reaching into his pants. Her lips tasted like spearmint and reminded him how much he wanted her sucking his cock. Between kisses, he instructed Marissa to soap her body, first her breasts, then her legs, then her pussy. Marisa obeyed each command easily. And each time she did, Latoya stroked his cock more hungrily.

"Will she suck your cock on command?"

"Of course, but I want you suck me first."

Latoya giggled. "Make her do it. I want to watch."

Whoís in charge here? Darren asked.

I am, Latoya laughed, the subject always has the final say.

Darren gave her a playfully authoritative look. "I donít think so. You listened to the obedience trainer too. Youíll do what I tell you too."

"I might," she teased. "I might not."

He took her by the wrist and pulled her to the couch, where he sat and pulled her to kneel on the floor. "Look at my cock". She complied, but quickly looked back up at his face. She was putting up a token resistance to feel the pleasure of being over powered. "Sleep for me now." Her eyes glazed slightly in response. "Sleep for me now, and Iíll give you want you want. "Sleep for me now." Her eyes glazed a little more with each command. "I know you love being hypnotized. You told me so. And I know you love the feeling of arousal and desire that you can feel as go deep into a trance. The deeper you go into a trance, the more fully you can enjoy the arousal you feel. You want to enjoy our arousal, donít you?" She nodded just slightly. "Yes, you love to feel the arousal in my cock. Feel how hard it is with your hands and your lips." Her eyes drifted down to his cock and grew wide with desire. "Your lips are so sensitive; so sexual. It will feel wonderful to wrap them around my cock and suck me harder." Her head moved closer to his cock. "Suck me now. Feel the pleasure of my aroused cock with your sensual lips."

That was all it took. Her eyes closed as her mouth encased his cock. She closed her lips tightly around him and and began sliding her mouth over his shaft. In just a few seconds, he was fully erect and could feel the pleasure fully. He rested his hand on the back of her head and encouraged her to abandon herself to the desire he inspired; to enjoy the feeling of being in his control; and to feel eager for more. "As you continue sucking me, youíre lips will become more sensitive. Feel your lips tune to the sensitivities of my cock." She started moaning as she kiss his cock head, then licked the underside of the shaft. "Feel your pleasure growing with mine; your orgasm building with mine." Oops. That was a mistake. He wanted to savor this heaven much longer. But she engulfed his shaft again, locking onto it and sucking it urgently. She sucked him harder and faster; driving his cock to an orgasm that she would share.

Darren stopped talking, letting her own desire drive her now. He closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the heavenly pleasure of her lips. She swirled her tongue around his cock head which made him tighten. Then she licked from under the crown to the eye. He tried to hold back, but she was too driven; sucking him harder until his cum burst forth like a jet. Her orgasm took her at the same time, and the convulsions pulled her from his cock, which made his cum splatter in her hair. She collapsed with her face on his leg, and they rested there until Darrenís phone rang again.

"Whoíd be calling you now?"

"Itís my cousin. We were going to get together after the demonstration." Technically true, Darrenís handler was a cousin. He was also a regional director for the FBI and the one who strong armed Darren into flying across the country to demonstrate his hypnotic stories for a suspected slave runner.

As he opened the phone, he looked up to see Marisa still ëwashingí her pussy; obeying his earlier command like a mindless fucktoy. He nudged Latoya to look, and they both giggled. Into the phone he said, "hold on a sec." Then to Latoya he said, "Why donít you take her for a real shower?"

They stood and started walking toward the hypnotized girl, but he stumbled as his pants fell down around his thighs and his semi-hard cock dripped a string of fluid. Latoya giggled, then offered him a box of tissues. He cleaned up a bit and stuffed his cock back in his briefs as he gave the girl new instructions. "Marisa, I want you and Latoya to become good friends; really good friends. When I snap my fingers, youíll wake up and go with her, and do whatever she wants, okay?" She nodded. "Good girl. One, two, three." Snap!

Once Latoya led the compliant girl into the bathroom, Darren turned his attention to the phone. "Okay, I can talk now."

"What are you doing in there?"

"Following through. What did you think?"

"You were supposed to come back to the hotel and debrief us."

"I was being watched. I had to keep up the show."

"Tell me you didnít take advantage of the civilians."

"I didnít take advantage of the civilians. This girl knows exactly what Iím doing. "

"Whatís that supposed to mean?"

"She said she recognized my voice; bought one of my mp3s from my web site last year."

"This is bad."

"Why?"

"What if sheís a plant? What if she's working for Lamar? What if sheís the hypnotist whoís been helping him all this time? And now sheís watching you to see if youíre a fed?"

"Then I better quit talking to you and go join her in the shower."

"Darren!!"

"Bye. Oh, her name is Latoya Ö crap, I donít know her last name." He looked around, found a magazine with a mailing label. "Her name is Ö Sonya Douglas? Must be a roommate. Iíll get some info and see you back at the hotel around noon." Darren snapped the phone shut and joined the girls in shower.

End of Chapter 2

Note: I have been thinking of expanding this story into a full-length novel and submitting it to a publisher. So I won't be posting any more here until I decide.

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