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Authors name: MAW (MS4EVER321@aol.com)
Story title : Frasier

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Frasier (Sit-com parody, Celeb, MC, FF, MF)
By MAW (MS4EVER321@aol.com)


Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains 
graphic descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you, 
leave now. This is fiction. Hypnosis does not work this 
way. If you feel like trying this seek help. 

My thanks to the fan that sent this idea in. He 
requested anonymity, but he knows who he is and thanks.

***

"No, madam, I can assure you, there is no chance 
whatsoever that your collection of Bee Gees memorable 
is causing your husband's impotence. Now, if it was the 
Spice Girls, then there might be something."

Dr. Frasier Crane never ceased to be amazed at the 
amazing amount of complexes in the population of 
Seattle. After a slow start, his radio show was getting 
good ratings and his reputation as a call-in 
psychiatrist was building. It felt good to help people 
out with their problems. Of course, he also attracted a 
larger amount of nutcases than he had in private 
practice.

"Well, that's all the time we have today," Frasier said 
as he was given a signal by Roz, his assistant. "Until 
next time, this is Dr. Frasier Crane, wishing you all 
happy thoughts." With that, he flicked a switch and 
leaned back. "God, what a pack of nutballs!"

"Um, Dr. Crane, you're still on the air," Roz said. 
Frasier frantically looked behind him, to see the "ON 
AIR" sign off. "Made you look," Roz laughed.

Frasier glared at her. "Do you make it your mission in 
life to torment me?"

"It's more of a side hobby lately," Roz said as she 
pulled her headphones off her brown hair. She was 
attractive, with a curvaceous body that had more than 
its fair share of tumbles in the sack. Clinically, Roz 
was a sexual-compulsive with little taste for 
commitment. Although she was a good producer and 
Frasier did consider her a friend, her humor sometimes 
got on his nerves. "I'll see you later. I have to take 
care of some log stuff here."

"Are you on top or bottom?" Niles Crane said as he 
entered. Frasier's brother was quite thin with fading 
dark-blond hair and always wore a dour expression, one 
deepened by his recent estrangement from his wife 
Maris. While the last few years of their marriage 
hadn't been a picnic, the end still hurt Niles. A 
divorcee himself, Frasier could relate. Niles wasn't 
exactly a fan of Roz's various flings. Satisfied with 
his zinger, Niles turned his attention to his brother. 

"Frasier, I was wondering if we could stop for a bite 
to eat." 

"Sorry, Niles, I'm going home. Since Dad is gone with 
Eddie to that reunion, I intend to enjoy the peace and 
serenity of my home while I can."

"Well, I can understand your hermitive behavior even if 
I don't condone it." Niles and Frasier stepped into the 
hallway, Frasier pulling on his coat. "Frasier, did you 
receive that package from that old friend of yours in 
Boston?"

"Ah, yes, the tapes. According to his description they 
do marvels. The first ones are designed to be played in 
waiting rooms. Underneath some nice jazz music is a 
series of subliminal messages that lowers the 
resistance level, makes the patient more susceptible to 
hypnotic induction."

"Yes, thereby increasing the initial state of trance 
and the subject's willingness to comply with 
suggestions. Well, I stopped by your apartment this 
afternoon to check them out, see if I can use them and 
it seems that first one is missing."

"Really?" Frasier frowned. "Did Daphne know where it 
was?"

"She was out at the store. The rest where stacked by 
the stereo but the first one was missing. I was 
wondering if you had it."

"I might have left it in my study at home. Tell you 
what, I'll look for them when I get home and drop them 
by you." With that, Frasier walked off, heading to his 
car. Niles shook his head, bothered. His birthday was 
tomorrow and Frasier hadn't said anything about it. It 
wasn't that Niles thought Frasier had forgotten, he was 
afraid Frasier was planning a party. Every time Frasier 
tried to plan something fancy, it somehow turned into a 
public nightmare. At least Maris hadn't been around to 
most of them. Thinking of his ex-wife caused Niles to 
sigh again. He had a meeting that afternoon with her 
lawyers for further divorce settlements. As painful as 
his marriage had been, the divorce was even worse.

He passed the control booth and saw Roz lightly 
bouncing her head and humming. He paused, listening, 
and slowly became aware that a jazz number was playing 
over the speakers inside the booth. "Roz, what music is 
this?"

"It's called jazz," Roz replied without turning around. 
"It's arty, so you should know it."

"I meant where did you get it?"

"Oh, I snagged a tape from Frasier's last night. 
Listened to it in the car. Pretty cool." A light bulb 
went on in Niles' head. He gazed at Roz, who was fixing 
her attention to the console. An idea began to creep 
through Niles' brain. He had a more mischievous and 
humorous mind than people thought and he had stumbled 
upon a joke to play on his older brother. "You look 
tired out, Roz."

"Hey, I didn't even have a date last night," Roz said, 
on guard. "That is, not by choice, you know?"

"No, no, I didn't mean that. I meant you look stressed 
from your work and job. I know Frasier isn't the 
easiest person to get along with, especially on the 
job."

"Tell me about it," Roz muttered.

"Let me show you a little something I know. It really 
does help you relax, lowers your anxiety. Honest, it 
does wonders."

"Well, all right." Niles came up behind Roz's chair. 

"Okay, now just get comfortable and close your eyes." 

Although a little wary, Roz did so. "Okay, now just 
relax. Take a few nice, slow, deep breaths. Let the 
tension flow from your body with every breath. Just 
take it nice and slow. Try to clear your thoughts of 
everything, all your worries and all your anxieties and 
just let go and listen to my voice. Just listen to my 
voice and take nice, slow breaths."

Niles placed his index fingers on Roz's temples and 
began to move them in a light, circular motion, moving 
his voice in a soft monotone. "Now, Roz, think of a 
place. A nice, soothing place, somewhere where you feel 
perfectly at ease and totally calm. Picture yourself in 
that place, Roz. It's nice and wonderful and soothing. 
Can you see yourself there?"

"Yeah..." Roz said sleepily.

"Good. Now, Roz, I want you to count backwards from a 
hundred. Just count down from 100 and keep counting. As 
you count, you will feel a wave of relaxation come over 
you. As you count down, you will feel more and more 
relaxed. With each number, you feel more and more 
relaxed until you finally drift into a nice, restful 
sleep. Now count down until you fall into this 
wonderful sleep."

The tape had worked extremely well in lowering Roz's 
resistance. She only made it to 87 before her voice 
drifted off and her head lowered onto her chest. Niles 
turned the chair so Roz faced him. "Now, Roz, I want 
you to answer any of my questions honestly. You want to 
answer them honestly. It makes you feel good to be 
honest. Now, Roz, is Frasier planning a party for my 
birthday?"

"..Yes.." Roz whispered.

Just as he'd thought. The idea that had come to Niles 
wasn't quite ethical but he was in a mood for mischief 
at the moment and wanted to play a joke on his brother. 

"Now, Roz, when I snap my fingers, you won't remember 
anything about this conversation. When you leave here, 
you will go to Frasier's apartment. As you near his 
apartment, you will begin to feel aroused, excited. As 
you get nearer and nearer, you will begin to feel 
horny. You will be very horny by the time you enter 
Frasier's apartment. And you will want to feel sexual 
satisfaction badly. So badly that you will want sex at 
that very moment. Also, when you hear my voice say the 
words 'Picasso kablam', you will fall once again into 
this wonderful state of sleep. Now, remember that but 
nothing else." Niles stood up and snapped his fingers.

Roz blinked open her eyes and shook her head. "Wow, 
that really worked. Thanks, Niles."

"Don't mention it." Niles walked out, a broad smile on 
his face as he thought about the way things were going 
to play out.

***

Frasier walked into his apartment, threw his coat onto 
the chair and collapsed onto the couch. "I need a 
drink," he muttered.

"Well, don't be expecting me to get it." Daphne's 
British accent filled the apartment as she stepped out 
of the kitchen. "I've got enough on my hands cleaning 
this place before your father gets home."

"Please, I've seen what Eddie does, he shouldn't be 
bothered by untidiness," Frasier said. Daphne sat down 
on the chair, sighing. "Woo, good to take a load off."

Frasier glanced at his watch. He had just enough time 
to get himself a drink before going down to drop off 
the fee for Niles' party. He nervously took his pen out 
of his vest pocket and began to lightly twirl it in 
between his thumb and forefinger. "By the way, Daphne, 
have you seen that tape I had by the stereo last 
night?"

"Oh, the jazz one, yes, I listened to it last night 
while I was cleaning. Good music there." Daphne's eyes 
were fixed on the pen in Frasier's hand, the way the 
light glinted off it and shone. It was soothing in a 
way, the nice patterns of light and they way they moved 
back and forth. They seemed to be just the right thing 
to watch after a hard day of work. It felt good just to 
sit back and watch and relax.

Frasier had continued to talk, making plans for Niles' 
party and for the upcoming week. It was a few minutes 
before he noticed Daphne's silence. He glanced at her 
and saw her eyes half-closed, fixed on the shining pen 
he was twirling. He was confused at first, then 
remembered the tape Daphne had heard. His first impulse 
was to snap her out of it, but an idea suddenly sprang 
into his mind. Before he could talk himself out of it, 
he raised the pen up, Daphne's gaze following it.

"Watch the pen, Daphne. It's so relaxing and so 
soothing to watch the pen. Watch the light gleam off it 
as it turns, back and forth, back and forth, waves of 
light coming into your eyes. It's so wonderful to watch 
and you feel so relaxed now. So very relaxed. As the 
waves of light keep coming, your eyes feel heavy and 
relaxed. You feel so tired now all you want to do is 
close your eyes. Close them. Just close your eyes and 
relax completely." Daphne's eyes shut and she slipped 
down slightly in her seat. Frasier appraised her, 
unsure of what to do next. He decided to ask her a 
question that had been bothering him for years. 
"Daphne, are you aware that Niles loves you?"
Daphne's lips parted slightly as she whispered "yes.."
Nodding, Frasier asked another question. "Do you love 
Niles?"

After a moment of hesitation, Daphne replied. "Yes.."
"I'll be damned," Frasier said. All the pining Niles 
had been doing for the last few years and Daphne felt 
the same way. They were probably too afraid of 
commitment and rejection to say anything about it. 

Frasier thought for a moment before coming to a 
solution. All right, it wasn't ethical, but if it 
stopped this romantic cat-and-mouse game of theirs, 
it'd be worth it. "Daphne, when I tell you to wake up, 
you'll awaken with no memory of being asleep. Now, as 
you work her today, you'll begin to feel a growing 
sense of sexual arousal, one that you'll want to 
release. The next time a person comes to this apartment 
and make an advance to you, you want to answer it in 
full at that very moment. Now, if you hear me say 
'Flower dower', you'll fall back into this wonderful 
sleep state. Remember that and nothing else. Now, wake 
up."

Daphne's eyes snapped open as clarity returned to her 
features. "I'm sorry, Dr. Crane, I must have dozed 
off."

"No problem, Daphne," Frasier said as he stood up. 

"I've got some things to do. I won't be back until 
later."

"All right, see you then." Daphne waved as Frasier 
walked out, his mind already imagining the look on 
Niles' face when he arrived.

***

Roz was horny. Really horny. She hadn't felt this hot 
in a long time.

It seemed to have increased as she walked to Frasier's 
door. Weird. Roz didn't know what was causing it but 
she did know what to do to end it.

She knocked on the door and gave a quick scratch to her 
crotch. She could feel a slight dampness already there. 
She threw her hand away as the door opened and Daphne 
stood there. "Oh, Roz, come on in. I'm afraid Frasier's 
not here right now."

"That's okay," Roz said as she stepped inside. She 
paused in the middle of the room, gathering her 
thoughts. "Something the matter?" Daphne asked as she 
came up behind her.

"No," Roz replied. "Yes. I don't know." She turned 
around and faced Daphne. "Look, this may be an off-the-
wall question but have you ever-done it-with a woman?"
Daphne turned her face away and Roz instantly felt 
guilty. "I'm sorry, I didn't have any right to ask."

"No, it's all right," Daphne said, sighing. "The answer 
is no, but I have thought about it a bit. You know, 
youthful imaginings, things like that. But I've never 
done it."

"I have," Roz said. "A few times." She put her hand in 
Daphne's. "It's actually not bad." She and Daphne stood 
for a moment, gazing at each other. Then, Roz leaned in 
and kissed Daphne lightly. They were frozen for a 
moment, then Daphne slowly leaned in and returned the 
kiss as the two embraced.

***

Niles almost threw back his coffee with glee, his mind 
trying to gauge the expression on Frasier's face when 
Roz came onto him. He didn't really know if Frasier 
would go for it, but it would be fun. Niles' mood 
lasted to about two seconds after he saw Frasier walk 
through the door. Frasier saw him as well and the two 
stared at one another in shock. Frasier charged to 
Niles' table and took a seat. "What are you doing 
here?" he hissed.

"What're you? And why are you so concerned?"

They blurted it out at once, each stunned at what the 
other had been planning. Frasier bolted out of his 
seat. "We have to get there."

"You don't think Roz would come onto Daphne, do you?"

"For God's sake Niles, the woman thinks the Kama Sutra 
is a beginner's manual!" Frasier ran out the door, 
Niles following him, oddly attracting no attention as 
they left.

***

Roz and Daphne rolled on the bed; their naked bodies 
shoved together, their wet pussies touching. Roz ended 
up on top, spreading out Daphne's hands as they kissed. 

She moved down, kissing both of Daphne's pert breasts, 
eliciting a moan from the British woman. She lay a 
small kiss on the sunken belly before coming to 
Daphne's dark clit. Roz immediately went to work, 
placing her tongue inside and licking at Daphne's 
pussy. She slid her hands underneath and squeezed 
Daphne's cheeks as she went. She drove her head in 
deeper between Daphne's legs, pushing her tongue deep 
inside until Daphne came onto her tongue.

After licking away Daphne's juices, Roz crawled up the 
other woman's body, sitting atop Daphne's face. After a 
few hesitant kisses, Daphne placed her tongue inside 
Roz's clit and started licking. She did it long and 
slow, taking her time with it, which increased the 
pleasure further. Roz moaned as Daphne's hand squeezed 
her breasts, rocking herself gently on her friend's 
face. She was in a combination of pain and pleasure as 
she held herself back, enjoying the skillful touch of 
Daphne's tongue inside her. Finally, she came, her 
orgasm spilling onto Daphne's pretty face.

Frasier and Niles burst through the door just in time 
to hear Roz gasp in pleasure. They quickly took in the 
trail of clothes strewn around the floor, leading to 
the bedroom. They stood there for a moment, at a loss 
for words. "This could be some sort of sign," Frasier 
said.

"In what way?"

"Well, Niles, two women we know are making love to each 
other because of our sibling rivalry. I don't think you 
have to be Freud to see the symbolism here."

"Don't bring Freud into this. Now what?"

"Well, let's do something." Frasier walked to the 
bedroom door and opened it. Before Daphne or Roz could 
react he said, "Flower Dower." Daphne shut her eyes and 
sank down on the bed. Roz landed on top of her as Niles 
said, "Picasso kablam." The two brothers stared at one 
another. "That's a trigger phrase?" Frasier said.

"Well, at least mine doesn't sound like a schoolyard 
chant," Niles stiffly replied. "I guess we'd better 
tell them to forget this."

"I'll get Roz home, but there's something you should 
know," Frasier said "Look, Niles, what we both did was 
wrong, we have to face that. But something good's come 
out of it."

"And what, pray tell, might that be?"

"Daphne told me she loves you."

Niles' usually passive features turned to a mix of 
surprise and joy.

"Really?" he whispered.

Frasier nodded. "Yes. Roz, open your eyes and stand up. 
Go to the living room and get dressed." Roz slowly rose 
and walked past the two brothers, obliviously staring 
forward. Frasier and Niles continued to stare at one 
another. "I'll take her home. I'll let you decide what 
to do." Frasier turned and walked to the outer room.

Niles appraised Daphne's naked form for some time, 
mulling his options. He stood there long after Frasier 
had taken the entranced Roz home. He thought about his 
relationship with Maris and his infatuation with 
Daphne. He thought of how his feelings for the latter 
were much larger than the former. He finally made a 
decision. He stripped off his coat, then his suit, 
finally standing naked. He got onto the bed and touched 
Daphne's sweet nude form. "Daphne," he whispered. "When 
I snap my fingers, you'll wake up. You will not 
remember what happened between you and Roz. That was a 
dream. When you see me, your feelings about me will 
come to the surface. You will not feel any fear or 
hesitation. You will want to act upon your feelings at 
once." Niles took a deep breath, then snapped his 
fingers.

Daphne's eyes blinked open, then focused on Niles. 
Niles was uncertain of what would happen. If Frasier 
had been lying about Daphne, she'd be perfectly in the 
right to punch him out. He needn't have worried. Once 
she saw him, Daphne reached up and kissed him full on 
the lips. He was motionless, stunned by his dream 
suddenly coming true. Then, he returned her kiss, 
embracing her and leaning down on her.

He lay kisses all over her, her throat and cheeks 
first. Then he buried his head in between her breasts, 
laying kisses all over them, squeezing them together. 
She sighed as his rock-hard cock entered her pussy. It 
had been a while, but Niles soon established a rhythm, 
pushing himself in and out of Daphne, her moans driving 
him on. His long-buried sexual fervor came to the 
surface, pushing him on as he drove his member in and 
out of Daphne. She clutched a handful of sheets as he 
continued, ripping them off as they orgasmed together, 
the culmination of years of wanting finally achieved.
Frasier came to the door of his apartment. He had left 
Roz at home with no memories of her encounter with 
Daphne. As far as she was concerned, she'd spent the 
day working in her house. Frasier paused as he reached 
the door and listened. He could hear sounds coming 
behind it, moans that seemed to be coming from the 
living room. 

Smiling, Frasier pocketed his key and walked back down 
the hall. Now was a good time to enjoy a latte. "Happy 
Birthday, little brother," Frasier whispered as he 
headed to the nearest coffee shop.

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