Lydia's Hypnosis (Lesbian Mind Control Erotica) Page 9

  Nine o’ clock rolled by at an agonizing snail’s pace, leaving her to count her rapid heartbeats as she stared at her phone.

  9:01… 9:02… 9:03…

  A thousand doubts ran through her mind. What if the mysterious girl had forgotten? Or decided to vanish without explanation, like so many other online dates? And was this even a date? If so, why was she still going? And what if it was just some creeper trying to capture her or something? She resolved not to go if she was asked to show up anywhere strange or unsafe. She sat tall and smiled. Yes, that was the smart thing. This weird old creeper guy would ask her to go to a warehouse or something, and she’d say no. She sighed with relief.

  The phone rang.

  She literally jumped from her bed in shock.

  The phone rang again.

  She picked it up with no small terror, and answered the call.

  “Hello?” she asked, hearing the loud noises of a bar.

  “Hey!” came the reply, with a voice that was decidedly not an old creepy man. Lynn’s heart sank as she realized that she might actually have to go… but the rest of her trembled with anticipation. For once, it was Friday night, and she had plans! Not ideal plans, sure, but it was something!

  “So?” the velvety voice prompted. The girl sounded young, certainly, but her voice had a deep sultry undertone, shot through with brazen confidence. Lynn found herself immediately intimidated, picturing some sort of badass chick far too cool for her… but even if that imagined exaggeration was true, the girl had thought she was cute. “You coming?”

  “Uh, um,” she spluttered. “Yeah - yes. Where?”

  “You know the bar on Fourth?”

  “Hah, do I!” she replied, remembering many a drunken night spent with friends. Her smile quickly turned into a nervous frown as she realized she had no reason not to go. “I… can be there in fifteen minutes…”

  “Cool, see you soon.”

  The bar noises went quiet, and Lynn stared at her phone. She’d forgotten to get the girl’s name again. As she thought about what she had to do - walk into that bar by herself, meet some girl whose name she didn’t even know, for what might actually be a date or something - her nervous energy surged. Her jaw shook, and she stood and clenched her hands to fight the intense reaction.

  “Ok Lynn, you gotta calm down,” she said to herself. “Sure, you’re talking to yourself, that’s fine, that’s fine… think this through… what’s the worst that could happen?”

  She knew the area, and she knew the bar, and she wasn’t far. She knew she wasn’t going to be kidnapped or anything. She knew she was meeting a girl, too… that was a good question. What’s the worst that could happen? The girl might think she wasn’t pretty enough, or cool enough, and blow her off… but eh, she could handle that. She wasn’t a vulnerable young girl anymore.

  It was far more likely they would actually just hang around at the bar and have a good time, or at least a mildly awkward and vaguely pleasant time. Her usual friends were slowly growing more distant… couldn’t hurt to make a new one, even if it was a twenty-year old… and this girl didn’t seem to be the drama-creating type she’d loathed in college.

  Lynn’s heart rate slowed as she breathed deep and reassured herself everything was going to be fine - it would probably be very interesting, in fact.

  But what if this girl actually meant this to be a date? Her heart rate shot right back up as she envisioned the awkward scenario she might blunder into. What if this girl tried to kiss her or touch her or something? She thought back on the last year, and an endless series of frustrations… and her thoughts strayed toward how much she missed getting off with another person.

  “Holy shit,” she breathed, wondering if that was really a possibility, really a thing. Was there… some way… was there an orgasm down some string of the night’s decisions? Would this girl… get her off? A hand was just a hand, after all… would she expect reciprocation?

  Lynn stood, fighting her trembling breath to walk to the door, determined. She could play it by ear, surely. She didn’t have to agree to anything she didn’t want to do. The likelihood was extremely remote, anyway. What was the chance it was really a date, and that they really hit it off that much on a first date, considering she wasn’t even into women?

  She locked her apartment door and headed to the bar. Best case scenario, she’d make a new friend and hang out and have a nice Friday. Worst case… the imagined sensations of a powerful, nervous, and taboo orgasm lingered at the fringes of her thoughts.

  Much to her surprise, the guy at the door recognized her and waved her past without checking her age. She entered in a daze, looking around her old stomping grounds. Her favorite bar wasn’t huge and crowded like most campus locales, but it was no hole in the wall.

  A hundred different beer-branded mirrors decorated the wall in random patterns, and a few televisions hung above the bartenders. One waved as she approached through the crowd.

  “Hey, Lynn!”

  “Wow, hey Danni,” she replied, leaning up against the bar to avoid the press of bodies around her. Danni was a few years older than her, and seemed to have worked at the bar forever. She wore a tight blue tank-top that quite literally displayed her immense cleavage. Lynn had never been sure if the woman’s bubbly personality was put on for tips, or whether she really was that cheery… but, either way, she was secretly jealous of those enormous breasts. She made sure to avoid looking.

  “Long time no see,” Danni said. “What brings you around? Got a date?”

  “Hah, no, I don’t think so,” she replied. “I mean, no. Just meeting a friend. How’ve you been?”

  “Great! I’ve been great. What can I get for ya?”

  “I haven’t had a beer in forever,” Lynn replied, sighing. Her eyes came to rest on a glass down the bar from her, half-filled with amber. It looked like heaven.

  “Coming right up!” Danni said, smiling and twirling around another bartender to get to the draft machine. She returned with a perfectly poured drink.

  “I’ll open a tab, thanks.”

  Lynn took her beer and downed a chilly gulp. A sigh escaped her lips as she enjoyed the taste, focusing on the complex flavor to calm down and hesitate. Still, there was only so long she could stall… people would start to think she was weird if she just kept staring into her glass. She turned around to face the rest of the bar.

  To her dismay, she immediately sighted her target across the crowded space. She was holding a pool stick, a look of victory on her face. She looked exactly like she had in her profile… cuter, even, in a dark and confident sort of way. She seemed to move with freedom, as if the crowd shifted out of her way in unconscious anticipation.

  Lynn gulped and walked over. Her head felt fuzzy, and she hadn’t even begun to drink… she looked the girl over before she got too close. She was wearing a black tank-top and an ankle-length red plaid skirt. Her outfit looked amazing in contrast to her pale white skin and short black hair. She was most definitely from a different crowd than Lynn had run with…

  “Hey,” she said lightly, approaching.

  As she spoke, the girl was leaning over the pool table to line up a shot. She looked up out of the corners of her eyes and smiled, her bright red lips curling with what seemed like satisfaction. Her sidelong gaze traveled up and down, quite obviously checking Lynn out.

  “Hey.”

  Her attention went back to her pool cue. Her shot knocked one in, and she pumped a fist in celebration.

  Looking at the table, she realized that the girl had just sunk the eight ball and won the game. A guy across the table shrugged and dropped his pool cue off before walking away. “Seriously?” Lynn blurted, a disparaging tone in her voice.

  The girl stood tall.

  “Seriously what?”

  Lynn found herself speaking without thinking. Her nervousness had been so powerful, and so difficult to hold back, she was almost angry now. “You sink a winning shot as I walk up?” she challenged, incredulous. “Co
me on.”

  The girl laughed, and a broad grin grew across her face. Lynn couldn’t help but feel a little surge of jealousy - the girl’s smile was extremely pretty. Her whole face seemed engaged in her every emotion.

  “You got me,” she admitted graciously, picking up a beer from the edge of the pool table. “I don’t even play pool.”

  “Hah!” Lynn shot back. “And what is your name? Don’t think I didn’t notice you didn’t tell me.”

  The girl tilted her head and raised her eyebrows, expertly capturing Lynn’s gaze. “Don’t think I didn’t notice that you came without knowing my name.” She downed the last of her beer in three gulps, and then sighed. “If you expect a quick lay, you’re going to have to buy me a drink first.”

  Lynn eyed her cautiously… and the girl laughed brightly, adding perfect rows of white teeth to the list of things Lynn felt a slight twinge of jealousy about.

  “I’m kidding!” she said, cutting the moment of tension. “I’m Sydney.”

  “I’m Lynn.” Breathing a sigh of relief, Lynn shook her extended hand, and then followed her to the bar.

  “Hey girls,” Danni greeted them. She eyed Sydney as if she knew her, and then flashed Lynn a little curious insinuating smile.

  “Long Island, please!” Sydney said cheerily. She leaned over the bar and squeezed one of Danni’s huge breasts. “Always happy to see these girls!”

  Danni just laughed. “Sydney, you’re crazy.”

  Lynn watched in confusion as Danni moved down the bar to make the Long Island. What was that look she’d given? And what was with Sydney just grabbing her chest? Lynn found herself wishing she could do that herself, if only because that casual attitude took the glamorous power away from Danni’s huge tits somehow. Was that why Sydney did it? She looked down at Sydney’s chest, framed by her black tank-top. Her pale breasts seemed perky and full, but bras always made it hard to tell…

  “Are you looking at my tits?” Sydney suddenly accused, pushing her chest up.

  “Ah, no,” Lynn replied, her face growing red. She paused for a second, thinking about whether she really wanted to be passive and embarrassed around this crazily overconfident girl. “Actually… yes. They’re very nice.”

  Sydney smiled, obviously aware of Lynn’s mental transition.

  “Yours are, too,” she replied. “Can I touch them?”

  Her casual attitude made it impossible to refuse without looking prudish. Lynn shrugged and fought a rush of red heat creeping up her face as Sydney’s hands ran up her body.

  “Wow, they’re really nice,” Sydney commented as her hands curved around Lynn’s chest and cupped her breasts. “I’m a bit jealous.”

  Lynn burned a little brighter red. “Really? I-”

  “Here you go,” Danni interrupted, returning with a Long Island. Upon noticing what was happening, she laughed and shot Lynn a teasing look.

  “Oh, thanks,” Sydney said, her hands dropping from Lynn’s chest to take up her drink. “How about those tits?”

  “Oh, I know,” Danni replied, looking Lynn over. “She’s been coming here for years, and I’ve always wanted to touch them!”

  “What? Really?” Lynn asked, struggling not to stammer. She was confused as hell, burning red with embarrassment… and a little thrilled that someone as gorgeous as Danni was complimenting her so… but did she mean it, or was she teasing? Lynn realized that both Sydney and Danni were looking at her expectantly.

  “Uh, well go ahead,” Lynn said. Trying to act like it was no big deal, she leaned over the bar.

  Danni’s eyes lit up, and she squeezed Lynn’s breast with both hands for what felt like a very long moment… and then she pinched one, backed off, and laughed with embarrassment. “Sydney is such a bad influence!”

  “You bet,” she responded, grinning.

  Lynn stood flat again and took a gulp of her beer, too off-balance to say anything.

  “Well,” Danni said with a wink, before moving on to another customer. “You two have fun!”

  Lynn just nodded in a daze, and followed Sydney’s tug on her arm. The girl led her through the crowd to a back corner, where a large box stood. It had a glass top, over what appeared to be a video game screen.

  “Holy shit, it’s Pac-man!” Lynn exclaimed. “With four controls? What is this?”

  Sydney gave her a funny look, and then took up the controls next to her. “It’s four players, dude,” she explained, her tone teasing. “Just how old are you?”

  “Watch yourself!” Lynn shot back. “Twenty-eight - er, twenty-six - is not old. You’re just really young. Are you often in the habit of inviting older women out to play Pac-man at bars?”

  “Stuff it, grandma!” Sydney teased. She slid dollars into the machine and then started a game. “Let’s see if you’ve still got it.”

  As they played, Lynn started letting herself actually have fun. The game was ridiculous, but engaging, and other people stepped in to play with them at random. She made sure to get their names and talk to them, even if they were closer to Sydney’s age than her own. It felt good to be out making friends again, and, more than that, it felt good to be a fun person. She was still wary of Sydney’s actual intent, and the situation was objectively strange, but it was better than sitting at home.

  She never had to leave the game, either, because her new acquaintances kept buying her drinks, often at Sydney’s insistence. The girl had some weird power to engage other people… Lynn found new beers in her hand in succession, with - unbelievably - no strings attached. Sydney deftly shut down any guys that got too forward.

  Once the game grew stale, they moved around the bar from group to group, talking to the random people they’d met. It wasn’t long before Lynn realized she was having a great time, and that she was buzzed to boot. It was intoxicating to be the person next to the center of attention that Sydney naturally created. Being a little older than everyone else reinforced that position, and Lynn was surprised to find people listening to her stories and generally being interested in her far more than she remembered from her days in college.

  “Come on, let’s go smoke,” Sydney whispered during a lull in the conversation, before tugging on her arm and leading her outside. She approached a group of smokers. “Can anyone spare a cigarette?” A moment of flirting and a smile later, she approached another group. “Anyone got a light?”

  Finally, the two of them retreated along the wall of the building.

  “That was impressive,” Lynn said, incredulous. “You just do whatever you want, don’t you?”

  “Yes.” Sydney took a drag from her cigarette. “You could do it, too, you know.”

  “I don’t smoke,” Lynn responded, dodging the intent of the statement.

  “You should, it would look good on you,” she said, handing her the cigarette. Lynn hesitated, but then took it because of the compliment. Holding it between her fingers and lips, she breathed in… she sputtered and coughed deeply. Sydney took it back and laughed. “Ok, maybe not. But my point stands, you’re like wicked hot, and you don’t even seem to know it.”

  Lynn blushed, and her gaze darted down the wall toward the groups outside the front of the bar. Nobody was looking their way. The moment felt strangely private. “Is that why you messaged me?”

  “That’s what I said, isn’t it?” Sydney responded, blowing a long cone of smoke before placing her cigarette gently between two of her fingers. “Here.”

  Before she could understand the girl’s intent, Lynn suddenly found delicate hands on either side of her head, pulling her in. Warm lips pressed against hers; the kiss pressed close that metal lip stud she realized she’d been watching all night… had she been hoping for this subconsciously?… a tongue slid into her mouth, bringing the flavor of smoke. Blaming her buzz, she kissed back, letting herself fall into the experience. As soon as she started to get really into it, Sydney pulled pack and pretend-slapped her.

  “Rude! So forward!” she exclaimed, laughing. “I should expect no
thing less from an older woman.”

  Tingling all over, Lynn just stared at her in shock for a moment. Her heart raced with that same nervous energy she’d fought back at her apartment, but then forgotten all about once she’d gotten wrapped up in the younger girl’s energy and antics. “What… are… we doing here, exactly?” she forced out.

  “You haven’t had fun?” Sydney asked between drags, eyeing her with a mysterious little smile.

  “No, I mean, yes, I have. It’s been great fun, actually,” she stammered.

  “Then what’s the problem? We can both do whatever we want.”

  Lynn took a deep breath. She’d gone with vague ideas and unspoken social maneuvering back in college, avoiding awkwardness at all costs, just like everyone else… but she was older now, and tired of it. Was that why her old friends seemed to be growing distant? She’d grown up, and they hadn’t? Was that why she seemed to command some sort of strange respect from her new younger acquaintances? She decided to go with it.

  “We were both listed as straight,” she said, cutting to the heart of the matter. “But you’ve been flirty and engaging and awesome, and touching me a lot, don’t think I didn’t notice! And now kissing me…” she trailed off, satisfied with her own directness. Weirdly, instead of nervous, she felt more calm and in control.

  Sydney breathed out another line of smoke, watching her with a smile. “See, that’s what I’m talking about,” she replied. “That’s hot. Everyone else around here seems like, I don’t know… afraid. You know what I mean?”

  Lynn raised her eyebrows. “Actually… yes.”

  Sydney kept her gaze caught for several silent moments. She took another drag and breathed it out slowly, all without looking away. Lynn matched her scrutiny, refusing to back down until an answer was had. Finally, slowly, and ever so quietly, Sydney responded.