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Subject: ZARAH AT THE NITECLUB
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                                ZARAH

                          At the Nightclub

 I had only recently started dating a woman named Brenda whom I'd met
 at a party.  This was a compact gal, in real good shape physically,
 chestnut-haired with an acerbic sense of humor I really dug.  She's a
 feisty, feminist-type (with a great physique, by the way), who
 enjoyed being in charge of things.  I myself am fairly easy-going, so
 I didn't mind being dictated to, at least, if I could count on some
 good times in bed eventually!

 She called me one afternoon and said she wanted to visit a certain
 club that evening.  She asked me if I wanted to join her.

 "There's a weird woman there who does a psychic kind of act," she
 informed me.  "A couple of my friends have been several times, and
 they really rave about this stuff."

 The "club" turned out to be well out of town, in a nice suburban
 shopping strip, with a small, inexpensive marquee reading:  "All this
 month:  Marvelous Mentalist Madame Mesmere!"  Inside were bar,
 tables, and a small stage at one end, on which the act was already
 progressing.

 "Madame Mesmere" was a small, somewhat sharp-featured exotic face
 with dark, wide-set eyes and full but controlled mouth, set atop a
 nice figure only half-hidden by a long silken garment which closed at
 the neck.  There was a complete self-assurance about this woman.  It
 seemed more than just performer's chutzpah.  Every gesture, every
 nuance of her voice lent authority and power to this small figure.

 She was having her "victims" act like rock stars, take off their
 shoes without realizing it, and all the other standard stage hypnotic
 stunts.  I was still enthralled, even through the corny routines.  I
 had seen a lot of movies and read a lot about hypnotism, but I'd
 never actually been in there "in the flesh."   I'll explain more
 about my preoccupation later.

 After some tacky spoon-bending stuff, the lights were lowered
 further, and a "volunteer" from the audience, a middle-aged woman
 with a very respectable figure, was enlisted by the performer to aid
 in "a mystifying presentation of true telepathy."  This woman gave
 her name, "Lily," in a timid voice, but I figured her to be an
 assistant planted in the audience.  I was wrong.

 Lily stood with her back to the audience, and "Madame" proceeded to
 hypnotize her.  She spoke softly to the "subject" for a short while,
 and took both Lily's hands in her own palms.  Then her voice and
 personality suddenly became quite firm and commanding, as she gazed
 intently at Lily.  She rocked slightly sideways, back and forth in
 front of her and spoke aloud:

 "Lily, you see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing outside of the two
 of us now," she intoned in a deep, gentle voice.  "Watch me now, see
 only me  ...  that's it, and now you can just let yourself go,
 rocking  ...  swaying  ...  you find you are rooted to the floor  ...
 now just a few more seconds  ...  there we go, Lily, now sway
 ver-r-ry gently now left  ...  now right  ...  now left  ...  right
 ...   close your eyes now, dear  ...  they're so-o-o heavy ...  left
 ...  right  ...  " and so forth.

 As her stream of suggestions droned on and on, I noticed with a small
 start that I had been swaying myself!  I was instantly breathing
 hard, my face was hot with embarrassment, but I couldn't remove my
 eyes from Lily's pliant form.  Back in the safe darkness of the
 audience, I felt secure from view or ridicule.  The phenomenon of
 hypnotism has always had a very strong sexual connotation for me.

 As the subject's sway grew more pronounced, "Madame" stepped closer,
 and spoke in a voice only the woman could hear.  Very soon Lily's
 hands were straight down at her sides, and her head had lolled
 backward till her face pointed up at the ceiling.  A chair was
 quickly pushed up behind her knees, which buckled gently, and Madame
 guided her backward into the seat.

 With a few more theatrical passes and firmer commands, Madame Mesmere
 swiveled Lily around till she faced outwards into the audience.
 Lily's face was placid, eyes closed, head upright now, and her hands
 rested along the chair arms.  One hand slipped off and dropped toward
 the floor like a stone.  It hung there until Madame returned it to
 position.

 A mind-reading bit followed, with the robotic voice of Lily giving
 answers to questions on cards passed up from the audience.  The
 mental act concluded, the show came to an end.  I had been so caught
 up in my own reverie I actually remember very little of the
 mind-reading, but "Madame Mesmere" had made a definite impression on
 me.  As the house lights came up, I noticed several other patrons
 shaking themselves loose from a daze.  One or two were still slumped
 over in their chairs!

 "The power of the mind is limitless," intoned Mesmere, looking
 outwards at the audience, "the power to control, or to give up
 control  ...  to give up all control  ...  but now we should all feel
 alert and brisk as we leave our cocoon and rejoin the outside world.
 I know you're all fully awake now!"  and she gave a couple sharp
 handclaps into the microphone, and left the stage, to scattered
 applause.

 After the show, I finally paid attention to Brenda again.  I learned
 that she thought she had "gone under" during the program, and still
 felt somewhat woozy.  I worried that there were residual effects, and
 contacted the stage manager.  We were given directions to the woman's
 dressing room, and made our way backstage then and there.

 "Madame Mesmere" had a very comfortable suite for such a small club.
 The woman turned out to be just as imposing offstage as on.  Her
 direct gaze seemed to penetrate all disguises and pretexts.  She
 introduced herself to us as "Zarah."

 I explained on my date's behalf, as she had become (unusually)
 tongue- tied.  Brenda was quite flushed, I might say, and as she
 leaned briefly against the door jamb to Zarah's room, I noticed that
 her breathing was hurried.   Our eyes flicked nervously around the
 backstage suite.

 The room contained a wide lounge chair, more like a sofa, and seated
 upon it was Lily, the woman from the recent performance.   Next to
 her slumped a rather thin blond girl.  They were obviously still
 entranced, for the thin girl's frizzy head was laid on Lily's
 shoulder, eyes tightly closed, while the lovely, rather dark-set eyes
 of the older woman were blinking rather slowly and regularly in a
 languid manner.  Neither acknowledged our entrance at all.

 Speaking to us, Zarah said:  "As you can see, Brenda, the phenomenon
 you now experience is not unusual.  Unexpected strong responses to my
 technique come to my attention often.  I was just in the process of
 clearing these good ladies of all residual effects, and if you will
 wait a moment outside, I will attend to you as well, my dear girl."
 My date nodded, and turned to leave.

 Zarah's voice was very flexible, and there was a depth and smoothness
 to her speech that I found very appealing.  As she spoke I was struck
 by the absolute directness and frankness of her gaze.I knew somehow
 that, as I stood before her, she was assessing me!  She came to some
 decision quickly.

 "Go on now, James, isn't it?"  she commanded.  "You may return in a
 few moments."

 As we were retreating, I caught a startling glimpse in the corner of
 the dressing-room mirror.  Zarah had moved to stand behind the sofa.
 She brushed her hands down the blonde's face and neck, and I swear I
 saw them slide momentarily down the front of her sweater!  As the
 door closed behind us, I was more flustered than Brenda, who seemed
 oblivious to the scene.  Had she missed the reflection?  She must
 have, and I suddenly decided not to mention it.  Zarah had treated
 Brenda almost as a child, and my ordinarily prickly-pear date had not
 even batted an eyelid!

 After a short while, the door opened, and the two ladies emerged.
 Lily now seemed quite vivacious, and sparkling, while the thin girl
 lowered her face, and muttered an embarrassed "Excuse me," as they
 left the theater.  I watched them leave, wishing I could have that
 power, to have women offer themselves up to me, helpless to resist.
 I was suddenly quite horny.

 While I had been woolgathering, daydreaming about brushing my hands
 all over a hypnotized woman, Brenda had hurried back inside, closing
 the door.  After a few moments, I got up enough courage to poke my
 head inside.  The women had apparently retired to the rear of the
 suite, and I crept inside, breathless with anticipation.  I was not
 disappointed.  I heard the hypnotist's "stage voice" intoning
 continuously in the back room.

 "Of course there is no embarrassment or shame in being susceptible to
 hypnosis  ...  it's so natural and helpful, really  ...  you know
 many people around the country find that as they listen closely to my
 voice, they can understand their feelings much better, just as you
 can now, can't you Brenda?  Can't you my dear?"

 There was a soft murmur in response.

 "You may speak up, Brenda  ...  how do you feel just now  ...  just
 now?"

 "I'm not sure  ...  it's unusual  ...  sort of dreamy  ...
 everything's far away  ...  "

 "Yes, everything will recede far, far away for you  ...  you can hear
 me and see me with your deeper awareness, while you send your upper
 layers off far ...  farther and farther  ...  you'll find now that
 it's very easy to keep looking into my eyes right here, Brenda  ...
 far-r-r away to some lovely, floaty drifting place  ...  especially
 the eyes, Brenda  ...  you are fixated on my glance, I see, your body
 feels light as a feather, wrapping you now in a downy, drowsy trance
 state  ...  deeper and deeper as you gaze  ...  deeper under my
 control  ...  "

 I peeked around the door.  They stood almost toe-to-toe.  Zarah's
 forefingers massaged my date's temples, running lightly but firmly
 now and again down her jawline and back upwards.  As she talked to
 Brenda her fingers concentrated their circling feathery touch around
 her brows and eyelids, which were blinking slowly now.

 "You're responding perfectly now, Brenda.  Now let yourself be aware
 of just that la-a-ast little bit of resistance in your eyelids  ...
 that la-a-ast tiny bit of tension as your eyelids feel so-o-o-o
 intolerably heavy  ...  oh yes, I see they are hot and flushed as
 they want to close  ...  you will lo-o- o-ove this experience, my
 dear.  I know how go-o-od it feels to give up all control, your
 heavy, heavy eyelids are so-o-o leaden as you respond only to me
 Brenda  ...  feel them burn now?  Yes-s-s  ...  ever so heavy!  ...
 they are watering and burning  ...  watering and burning so-o-o-o
 badly  ...  you feel that any second they must close down softly and
 drowsily, Brenda  ...   you love drifting and floating  ...  so
 impossibly heavy aren't they?  ...  you may begin to yield now  ...
 go a-a-allll the way down."

 Brenda was clearly making no effort to resist the other's
 instructions.  Her breathing was uneven and shallow, her cheekbones
 glistened with moisture from watering eyes which now fluttered and
 blinked rapidly.  The mentalist stroked her temples just over the
 ears.  Each light stroke seemed to pull my date's head forwards into
 the intense gaze of Madame Mesmere.

 Now Brenda's body jerked a little, then swayed from the ankles
 suddenly towards the hypnotist, who quickly kept her upright merely
 by holding one finger against Brenda's forehead.  The eyes closed,
 and a shuddering sigh told me that the trance was now complete.

 "Wait there rooted to the floor now, my dear,"  was the next command,
 given in a louder voice.  Think nothing, hear nothing, dream nothing
 until I address you again.  You see I can have you remain standing
 straight and tall without falling.  Go deeper and deeper  ...  deeper
 and deeper automatically ...  obey me, Brenda  ...  you may safely
 obey me completely!"

 Madame quickly turned her head, and she saw me before I could
 retreat.  Watching Brenda hypnotized close up had given me a bulging
 hard-on, and as the mesmerist came to join me in the front room, I
 held my coat in front of me.

 "I've encountered voyeurs before, but none so fetching as you!" were
 her first surprising words to me.    Looking me up and down (I fancy
 she approved, as I've never been called wanting in the masculine
 looks department), she turned and walked towards the sofa, beckoning
 me to follow.

 "I really think I should go  ...  we should go  ...  we drove here
 together  ...  " I mumbled unconvincingly.  My face burned in
 embarrassment.

 Mesmere chuckled.  "There's more to this than you are letting on  ...
 James, isn't it?  I find that little talents are appealing to many
 men, yes, and women too  ...  some think it strange  ...  "  and her
 left hand found its way suddenly under my coat, brushing against my
 still-erect penis through my pants!  The assault made me gasp, I
 stepped backwards, and would have fallen if the hypnotist's other
 hand had not grasped me strongly by the lapel and held me up.

 "I'd better set you straight on a couple of important points," she
 murmured, extracting her hand smoothly.  "I have extensive experience
 in all forms of trance and trance induction, James," she said.  "I
 offer everything from public demonstrations in hospitals and
 psychology departments to rather ...  specialized personal
 consultations.  I can see confusion and not a little embarrassment in
 you  ...  tell me now, what's this," and she looked pointedly at my
 lap, then back up straight at my face, "what's this all about?"

 "  ...  I  ... "   No coherency yet, but I soon found myself speaking
 frankly to her.  I know now that I had already surrendered some of my
 personal control to Zarah, but at the time I found it surprisingly
 easy to confide in her, quite quickly!

 I have had a fascination with the phenomenon of hypnosis since some
 incident in very early age, and find that the sight of a person
 undergoing trance has a strong sexual effect on me  ...  I don't know
 why.  I know that I watched movies in which people were spellbound
 with almost religious ecstasy.  As I spoke, Madame held onto my arm,
 and sat me back on the sofa, as if I were handicapped.  She nodded
 warmly to me.

 What power she suddenly projected!  The full force of her personality
 was staggering.  I had really forgotten all about my "date," so
 self-absorbed was I at that moment.  Of course, the mentalist was
 experienced at reading faces.

 "Hypnosis is a type of seduction, James," she nodded, "especially in
 my life too!  ...  but I use it solely for my own pleasure.
 Observing the mechanisms of control and submission, those are my
 passions  ...  and they are very strong passions for me indeed  ...
 as I see they are to you, though you hadn't known until this  ...
 very  ...  moment  ...  Control, and  ...  deep, deep submission  ...
 yes  ...  submission  ...  those who can respond quickly and very
 deeply truly are gifted  ...  that's right, James, it's a very
 special gift, you know  ...   to be able to surrender control  ...
 to relax and submit ...  to submit to firm, gentle control ..."

 I was suddenly aware that I had not blinked in several minutes, and
 was sitting way back in my chair.  I shook my head slowly to try and
 clear the cobwebs I felt forming.  Zarah gave a small friendly smile.
 Defensively, I blurted out that I felt uneasy in the dressing room,
 when anyone could come in and see us, but I know my demurrer was
 half-hearted at best.  She gave a small, friendly smile, and reached
 out to take my coat from off my lap.  As she hung it over her chair,
 she continued her spiel.

 "Your masculine instinct to assert domination is naturally strong,
 yet there is a yielding side even in the most aggressive,"  Zarah
 said.  "Usually in my various tour cities, I observe people like you
 in my audience during a performance.  I may keep up a ... personal
 contact with the most  ...  rewarding  ...  prospects.  I often
 arrange  ...  how shall I call it  ...  small private 'seances' in my
 hotel suite, or in their homes.  Many of my hosts are glad to invite
 me back  ...  although some are not truly aware of why they have done
 so."  Her gaze burned me yet again, and I felt my cock respond with a
 surprising surge.  I must have blushed.  She changed the subject
 abruptly.

 "You don't know Brenda yet, do you?  I mean know her intimately, as
 an erotic being?  She arouses you, I can see that  ...  but you and I
 are already very intimate ourselves, aren't we?  The two of you seem
 alike in a curious way ...   very well-favored in face and physique,
 but perhaps a shyness, and a self-centered nature  ...  Well, if we
 are to know each other better, you will soon find yourself abandoning
 such confining attitudes."

 She nodded, still gazing right at me, and I found my head nodding its
 agreement.  Really, I was had almost stopped paying attention to her
 words, her voice was so warm!  It deepened more now, as if it were
 coming through a tunnel.  Her unblinking gaze seemed to pass right
 through my body.  Her eyes had lost their focus, and looked right
 through me, as if into infinite reaches beyond.

 "Submission is just the alternate side of dominance, James, just like
 Yin and Yang.  I respect man's need for both; indeed, I often attend
 submission rituals to which I give my own self-ness up.  You might
 eventually see this other side of me, which would give me pleasure,
 but right now, I prefer being in charge.  You and lovely Brenda need
 to learn these sides of yourselves better, and I, James  ...  well, I
 am perfect in the teacher's role  ...  perfect for you  ...  I know
 you'll enjoy your revelations  ...  and I'm never wrong  ...  never
 ...  ."

 As these words flowed on and on, there seemed to be a woolly sort of
 buzz in my ears, which shut out other sounds.  In the heavy silence,
 I became partially aware that I hadn't moved in what seemed like
 hours!  I didn't even think of moving, I felt so lazy.  Had she been
 talking for a short time, or forever?  I felt comfortable and
 lethargic, yet more sexually aroused than before.  Curiously, I felt
 that my sexuality need no longer be concealed  ...  even in front of
 a stranger.

 The outside world of the nightclub sounds now slowly drifted back
 into my awareness.  Zarah nodded at me.  And Brenda was now standing
 right by my sofa, apparently still asleep!  When had she come in?

 "James  ...  stay perfectly still for a few moments  ...  that's
 right, just stay in your chair, so comfy, isn't it?"  came a warm,
 deep voice, as if from a distance, yet at the same time right inside
 my head!  I remained seated, unconcerned now with any outside events,
 as the hypnotist moved over beside Brenda, and began murmuring softly
 right into her ear.  My date's eyes were tightly shut, and her head
 nodded to the words.

 "I'm sure I can promise that a new world of unexpected pleasure and
 gratification will soon be open to you,"  said Zarah to me.  "When
 you take Brenda home, you will participate in an interesting
 demonstration she will show you.  Don't take advantage of her
 tonight, though, will you  James?"

 My head shook in agreement, as if by its own accord.

 "Just accept what happens for now, and we'll talk at greater length
 later ...  Brenda, kneel down right here, now."  Miss Feminine
 Equality dropped instantly to her knees, eyes still closed, at the
 command.

 "James, your body is motionless, but I know that you're very
 aroused," spoke the hypnotist.  "Brenda, I want to awaken some very
 very deep senses in you now.  I want you to lean forward, and smell
 something very special.  You will shortly take in a very powerful and
 special scent."  She gently pushed Brenda's head towards my lap, and
 continued:

 "Inhale, hold it in, exhale  ...  again  ...  and again now.  Hold in
 that smell, live that wonderful odor, let it penetrate you to your
 deepest, deepest core.  Go on, Brenda, deeeep, deeeep breaths now ...
 it's a very powerful musk that James exudes, isn't it?"  Brenda
 nodded quickly, still on her knees next to me.  Her breathing seemed
 very loud all at once.  The  irresistible voice droned on:

 "James, you are so horny, now!  What a powerful looking bundle you
 have there, and such a strong odor too.  So unnatural to keep it
 confined so very tightly  ...  let it out, please.  You must be
 bursting  ...  yes you look about to burst!  You'll find you can
 quickly move your hands now.  Hurry, unzip it, let it pop right out
 ...  there you go  ...   my my!" she said, as my fingers flew to do
 her bidding.  "What a lovely erection!  It looks so tingly now, is it
 tingly and aroused, James?  Yess-s-s-s it's tingling, I see it's
 throbbing quite strongly!  Just look at it quiver and try to stand up
 even stiffer now  ...  stiffer  ...  stiffer and stiffer, James!
 Brenda is in heaven with the strong smell of your musk as you now
 become even more aroused.  I love to see a beautiful naked penis like
 yours pulsing, pulsing right up into the air, straight up in the air,
 it shows how very responsive and free you have become to me, in just
 a short time!  I will touch it now, and you may then release your
 semen."

 Zarah pushed Brenda's face even closer to my erection.  The girl was
 inhaling, and releasing each breath with an audible sigh.  Her torso
 trembled slightly.  She leaned forward, and I jolted as her nose
 touched my shaft!  Go on, I heard in my innermost thoughts, I must,
 the urge is strong  ...  let it come now, I want to let it all go!

 Zarah's soft hand touched my cock, tickled the glans and rubbed
 lightly over its length, as I threw my head back, and held my breath.
 The electric feel of orgasm quickly overtook me.  A few more touches,
 and she left my organ jerking into mid-air.

 "Tingling  ...  tingling and burning  ...  burning and pumping,
 pumping ...  there it comes pumping out now!"  chanted the hypnotist.

 I felt the hot liquid burning me, forcing its way up, up my shaft
 ...  surging up  ...  surging and now shooting out and up, onto the
 floor, dribbling back down my slimy shaft, flowing out and over my
 hardness, pulse after hot pulse.

 My heaving chest finally stilled.  I knew I was almost laying back
 across the couch, but I felt as if I would never want to move again
 ...  I was that drained!  Brenda had left the room while Zarah helped
 me clean myself off as my dick slowly shrunk under her knowing gaze.
 She zipped me up, held my chin, and burned through me again with
 those eyes.  The most blissfull warmth surged into my head from her
 fingers resting in easy possession of my very being.

 "My, James, what a powerful ejaculation you possess!  I envy the
 recipient of such a strong, burning jet of lust and love  ...  "  I
 smiled sleepily and sighed in blissful release.  She tugged at my
 hands suddenly now.  "All right, you may come right out of your chair
 now, out of your trance and up, back completely with us now.  Up you
 come, here you come, James  ...  there!  Feels good, doesn't it?  Why
 don't you just wait outside for a minute, and you may drop Brenda off
 at her apartment.  It's great to feel so completely alert now ...
 off you go!"

 I couldn't speak, my shock and amazement at my exhibition was so
 profound.  I dutifully left and waited at a nightclub table, ordering
 a milkshake, which I greedily gulped down.

 When Brenda emerged after about fifteen minutes, she seemed as
 animated as had the woman earlier.  She chattered gaily away as we
 took a cab to her apartment.

 "You know, I think I was a little sucked in by that show this
 evening, Jim," she mused.  "I'm glad we got that lady to bring me
 back to my senses!  Damn, how did it get to be so late?  I've got an
 early class tomorrow.  Just drop me off at the apartment, okay?  I
 better sleep it off."

 She seemed as stand-offish as ever, giving no signals that I should
 put the moves on her.  She had clearly no memory of the events in the
 dressing room.  The cab arrived, and she asked me to see her to the
 door.

 Inside her foyer, she had tilted her head towards me for a kiss, when
 I saw it hit her.  Her eyes glazed suddenly, and her voice thickened.
 "James, I feel so tingly all of a sudden  ...  whoo!"  As our lips
 met, her tongue surprised me by thrusting its way into my mouth.  The
 kiss lasted and lasted, her breath coming quicker, and then:

 "There, that's for being so understanding, and this  ...  and this
 ...  " her voice stopped, and she dropped to her knees in front of
 me, her eyes closed.  She rubbed her face against the renewed lump in
 my trousers, inhaled deeply, and sighed.  Her voice became higher and
 more girlish.

 "This is your  ...  cock, isn't it  ...  your thick, long cock  ...
 it feels so-o-o hard and smells so-o-o-o good  ...  Jimmy, I wish I
 could suck it ...  slurp it right into my mouth now  ...  "

 She burrowed her nose into my crotch again.  Her voice was muffled as
 she seemed to want to climb right into my underwear.  "O-o-ooh  ...
 I'm hungry for it, Jimmy  ...  it could sli-i-i-de right in  ...
 right between my lips  ...  "  Another deep inhalation.  "I wish I
 could feel it spurt into me  ...  spurting and spurting  ...  it
 would make me co-o-o-ome  ...  "  her voice trailed off into quick
 panting, then silence.

 She gulped convulsively, and with a final nuzzle, she stood up,
 shivered, and seemed to snap out it a quickly as she had went under.
 She tossed me a dizzy smile, and opened the elevator door.

 "Well, thanks again  ...  see you around!  Maybe I'll buzz you next
 weekend, okay?"

 Without a backward look, she left me, throbbing there in the lobby.
 The taxi driver probably noticed me panting like a dog, and left me
 to my own bemused reverie.  Needless to say when I reached my
 apartment, it took just a few tortured seconds until my penis, truly
 hard, was spurting a burning load over my bathroom floor.  I slept
 fitfully that night, to say the least.  My imagination worked
 overtime, as did my right hand.  Thank God for Jergen's Lotion - the
 next morning, my room smelled like a cherry!  I was so wrung out, I
 took the day off from work.

                               THE END