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By Shamus Stan entered the dressing room. He didn't know why he was there. All he knew was that there was this feeling, a compulsion to go meet the hypnotist from earlier that evening. Doctor Drake was a young man from his appearance, some would say a hunk. He was very young to headline a Vegas show. Stan knocked on the door and Drake opened the door, warmly greeted him and ushered him into the well furnished suite. Stan felt odd by the circumstances. This evening was a strange night and Stan couldn't remember much from the evenings show. All he could remember was being asked to come up on stage. Then meeting Doctor Drake and being asked to stand still while he attempted to hypnotize Stan. It only lasted a few minutes and Doctor Drake thanked Stan for his courage and announced to the audience that Stan was one of those rare people that couldn't be hypnotized and had Stan sit back down in his seat with his friends. Now Stan was in Doctor Drake's dressing room. Stan's friends had gone bar hopping after the show, but Stan had this need, almost like he was being told to go see Doctor Drake after the show. Drake was extremely please to see Stan. Drake's eyes sparkled as they exchanged greetings. Stan didn't know why but he started to feel very uncomfortable. Why was he there? What made him go see the Vegas hypnotist tonight? Drake was all smiles, grinning from ear to ear. He took Stan by the arm and escorted him to the couch. He offered Stan a drink. Stan quickly accepted, scotch neat. As Drake prepared the drink he made small talk with Stan. The usual questions, how long were you visiting Vegas, what he did for a living, if he was married, did he have any kids? Stan was very forth telling. He was visiting Vegas with his buddies, was a director of a financial firm and hadn't been back in Vegas since his honeymoon. He was now divorced without any kids. Why was he telling this guy his life story? Why was this guy so interested in Stan? He didn't even know this guy. Was this guy gay? Stan had nothing against gays, but he was a confirmed ladies man. In fact that's why he was divorced. The ex finally got wise and to Stan and put two and two together. Stan always had an eye for the ladies. He was tall 6'3 broad shoulder, a good looking guy in a mature sort of way. Stan had a full head of hair but it was mostly grey now. He had a nice smile and attracted many ladies in his younger days. He was now 58 years old now. He was starting to develop a little bit of a paunch too. He could loose 10 or 20 pounds. Drake sat across from Stan taking it all in, listening with great intent and enthusiasm. Drake then asked if Stan had ever been hypnotized before. Stan answered no and wondered why he had asked that question? Didn't Drake say something during the show that Stan was one of the few people Drake couldn't hypnotize? Before Stan could answer Drake stood up and said to Stan, GET UP. Stan immediately stood up from the couch. Drake then said Freeze! Stan couldn't move. He could see Drake and hear him but he could move a muscle. What was going on? Had Drake spiked the scotch? Drake walked up to Stan and looked up into his face and said I owe you an explanation of what's going on Stan. You see, you are one remarkable human being. I've been told of individuals like you existed but thought it only a myth. Firstly, I lied to you and I'm sorry. I told you and the audience tonight that I couldn't hypnotize you. I could and I did. That's why you came here after the show tonight and left your friends. You had a need to meet me because I gave you that suggestion under hypnosis. In fact, you are very susceptible to hypnotic suggestion. That and a little helper I put into your drink allowed me to have you standing unable to move right now. Stan was very worried. This guy put something in his drink and was now was unable to move. Stan would normally push this guy aside and walk out of the room, but now all he could do was watch and listen. Drake continued, explaining how unique Stan was. He explained about starting his normal show and asking members of the audience to come up on stage and allow him to hypnotize them. He said when I started to hypnotize you, you were almost under immediately. I had never had someone go under as fast as you. You were completely under my influence within seconds. I thought this was going to be a very easy and fun evening. When I held up and began to rock the blue crystal back and forth, I asked you to watch it. At that moment I noticed something fantastic. While under my influence, your eyes began to turn blue! At first I thought it was my imagination. Perhaps the stage lighting was playing tricks with my eyes, but after careful inspection it was true. I had stumbled upon a shape shifter and he didn't even know he had this ability. Stan was really panicking now. Beads of sweat were forming on his temples. This Drake guy was nuts. First he tells him he can't be hypnotized, then drugs him and pretends it's hypnosis that has made him immobile and now he tells him he's a shape shifter. This Drake guy is a psychopath. Stan tells himself to try to stay calm and work through the problem. He thinks, Who knows I'm here? No one is the answer. What does the Drake guy want? That was still unknown. He try's not to lose it as he considers his options. Meanwhile Drake was still talking and Stan was having difficulty listening and having problems focusing on what Drake was saying. Now kick the clothes at your feet away from you so I can get a good look at your body. Oh God Stan said, I'm naked! How did that happen? Stan was now still standing in front of Drake but now naked. He couldn't remember getting undressed. He couldn't even remember Drake telling him to undress. Drake was now absolutely fascinated by the gentleman standing in front of him. Looking at Stan's body as if examining a creature never before seen, yet there was nothing exceptional to see. He looked like a typical mid- life business man. He was tall with grey hair, clean shaven a bit of a belly and some hair here and there, mostly on his legs and arms. His muscle tone was normal for someone his age. He was certainly no athlete. He was however somewhat well endowed and probably with something of that size, made the ladies quite satisfied. Stan was attempting to focus again on what Drake was saying. Drake said I want to take this slowly, step by step and I'm not sure what you can and cannot do. Let's start with the eyes again shall we? Drake then said, At the count of 3 you will be able to speak again, but only softly. We don't want any unwanted attention in the hotel do we? Then he said One, two and three. Immediately Stan said in a low gravely voice What do you want with me It was a good question. One that Drake really didn't know how to answer. It was like finding a magic lamp and Stan was the lamp. One should be careful and take their time instead of rushing into things. Wishes and dreams have the ability of going sour quickly. I'm not going to harm you Stan. I'm just interested in what you can do. You have brown eyes, right? Stan answered yes. Drake then said, They don't really look brown, they really look blue. Stan answered Look, I don't know what you really want and I'm willing to cooperate with you, but I think I know what my eye color is and it's a brownish blue. Drake had a little smile on his face, he new this was going to be interesting. Drake said to Stan Brownish blue? Are you sure? They look more like a very deep blue with little tiny flakes of brown. Stan answered looking straight at Drake and in a low voice Yes they're very blue, but I don't think there's any brown flakes. Drake walked up close to Stan's face and went on tip toes to look into Stan's eyes. There, in Stan's eyes was the deepest sapphire blue he'd ever seen. They were so blue it was a shame they happened to belong to a man. That gave Drake an idea. Drake used the same line of questions to take the experiment to the next level. He said Stan, how tall are you? Stan said, What's with these questions? First you don't believe my eyes are blue and now you want to know how tall I am. Drake said, How tall 6' 1 6'2? Stan answered proudly 6'3. Drake knew this next step would prove how far he could take this. Drake said Nonsense! I'm 5'10 and I'm looking at you square in the eye. Stan looked momentarily disorientated. Wasn't this guy a minute ago standing on his tip toes to look at my eyes and now he's thinks we're the same height? But Drake was right. Stan was looking directly into Drake's eyes. They were the same height. Stan thought to himself I must have had too much to drink. I can't argue with this guy that I'm taller when we're same height, that's just nuts obviously. Drake then walked across the room but still in Stan's field of vision and said In fact I think I'm a little taller than you. Not by much mind you, maybe 3 or 4 inches. Stan was very confused; didn't they just agree they were the same height? Drake quickly walked up to Stan and to Stan's utter surprise Drake was indeed taller then Stan. Stan had to look up to Drake as he approached. Stan's head began to spin, he felt very dizzy. Drake looked at Stan and said, You look pale Stan, perhaps you should lie down? When Stan awoke, he was lying down on Drake couch covered in a blanket. He must have fallen asleep because the Sun streaming through the windows. The smell of coffee was in the air. He tried to remember what had happened the night before but the only thing that came to mind was a crazy dream about eye color and height. Just then Drake the hypnotist from the show he'd watched last night entered the room wearing a smoking jacket and PJ bottoms carry a platter with coffee. Stan quickly sat up and realized he was still naked. Good morning sleepy head said Drake. Stan realized that the crazy dream from last night was no dream. It was a nightmare and it was still going on! You seemed a little confused and tired last night so you kind of crashed on the couch. Now, where were we? said Drake. Oh yea, we were talking about life and how time flies Drake said as he was pouring the coffee. You know, as you get older, you will see that the years go by faster? Stan was confused by Drake's odd statement about getting older. Stan was a good 30 years older than this guy and Drake was in no position to lecture to Stan about age and life's fleeting moments. Stan wrapped the blanket around his waist and said to Drake. Listen here buddy, I don't know what you're trying to pull here but it's not going to work. Let me get my clothes and I'll be on my way. Drake remarked to Stan The Sun is hardly up in the sky and someone of your youth should not be walking on the streets of Vegas by themselves. Stan was dumbstruck. What was this guy taking about now? Stan was not old but he certainly was not a youth, far from it. He was 58 years old. He was at the stage of his life that he was considering his options, retirement etc. He then caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror across the hall. He couldn't believe what he saw. His heart was pounding and his breath was shallow. There, in the reflection was a young man, no not a man a boy in his late teens. He dropped the blanket and ran to the mirror. It was certainly him or at least a younger version. Stan was looking at a reflection he had not seen in years. But there was something different. He was smaller; his shoulders were not a broad as he'd remembered. Drake walked up to Stan. He towered over Stan and put his arm on his shoulder, looked down at the teenager and said. You look like you've seen a ghost kid, what's the matter? Stan said, I'm young. Yes you are kid said Drake. I imagine about 19 or so, am I right? Stan answered softly Yea, I guess Stan just looked into the mirror and was having difficulty understanding what was going on. He was confused, unfamiliar with his surroundings. The reflection staring back at him was a young, small man with deep blue eyes and with light brown hair. He had a slim build, almost too small for a boy his age. Drake had left the room as Stan looked into the mirror but came back with a bath robe and towel. He threw the articles of clothing towards Stan and said, better take a shower kid, it's going to be a long day ahead. Stan caught the robe and towel and was escorted to the shower in the large marbled bathroom. As he was showering, he could hear Drake was ordering breakfast and some other things he could make out all it because of the running water. As Stan entered the dinning area wearing the bath robe, Drake turned and looked at Stan and said, Boy, you kids are starting to grow your hair again like the 70's aren't you? Stan didn't know what this guy was talking about but if the past meant anything, he was probably right and Stan may need a hair cut. Stan nonchalantly reached up to see how long his hair was and was shocked to feel it long past his shoulders. Hadn't he looked in the mirror just before the shower? Why hadn't he realized it was so long? Boy Mr. Drake, you're right I need a hair cut said Stan. Drake turned and looked at Stan, tilted his head and said why kid? You look great with long hair, almost pretty. Stan just froze. He could feel the embarrassment rise up from his chest. It was washing his face red in anger and awkwardness. Drake then said Don't be embarrassed, it was meant as a compliment. Stan then said What are you trying to pull here? What did you mean almost pretty? Stan realized his voice's tone was different, a higher pitch with an slight effeminate lisp. Drake walked up to Stan, looked down into Stan's eyes and said I didn't say almost pretty, I said pretty. Then he added In fact you're gorgeous, stunningly beautiful, the sexiest women I've ever had the pleasure to meet. He then said I know you are attracted to men, me. I see the way you look at me. You want me. You want me to take you, have my way with you. Isn't this true? Stan just stood there. He was aware that his face was flush red and burning. He was also aware that he was wearing the white bath robe Drake and given him earlier. He felt small and vulnerable. He knew the robe was too big for him but like most things recently, had no idea how big it was. Drake took Stan's shaking hands and looked into those deep blue eyes. Just then as Drake was about to speak and was raising Stan's hands in his, the rope from the robe loosened and the oversized robe slipped open. Stan quickly looked down and caught a glimpse of two well developed mounds on his chest. He gave a quick feminine yelp and jerked his hands away from Drake, swiftly wrapped the robe around himself while running towards the bathroom. As he ran, he felt is huge boobes swinging and peaking out of the robe. As he reached the bathroom he quickly opened the door and locked it behind him. He then stood quietly gasping for air trying to gather her thoughts. What was wrong with him? Why was everything so confusing? Was she going mad? Was he having a melt down? Was it one those anxiety attacks girls sometimes have? What was she going to do? Was she falling for this guy? Was she really attracted to him? Drake was cute, and she wouldn't mind getting to know him more but things were going way too fast. She never had a boyfriend this fast before. What was she saying? She never rushed into relationships did she? As Stan stood in the washroom, she could hear Drake speaking on the phone from the other room. It sounded like he was asking someone for help or ordering something. Was he calling the police? Maybe he was calling an ambulance. Stan tried to concentrate on calming down, tried to control her breathing. She was fanning herself with her hand trying to cool down. She had to hold it together. She had to stop acting like a frightened little girl. As she concentrated on cooling off, she looked at the large mirror in front of her. She looked a mess. Her long blond hair was all over the place and her eyes were all puffy and red from crying. She walked over to the sink, turned on the water and began to wash her face in cold water. It felt good. She was feeling like her old self again. The cold water was making her feel cool all over. Her breast began react to the temperature change. She looked down to see her nipples extended and rock hard. She looked again into the mirror. She took a hair brush and started to brush her. She started to feel a little better. With every brush stroke she felt a little calmer, less worried. She looked closer at herself in the mirror. She was a good looking woman. Some would say beautiful, perhaps a little sexy. She put down the brush walked back from the mirror and removed the robe and let if fall to her feet. My God she was sexy, a very sexy girl. She put a hand on her hip and swiveled. Place one foot in front of the other like she seen in magazines. She could be a playboy model. She had a trim firm figure, rather large perky breasts, topped with rather large pink nipples. She had large rosey areolas. Her long blond hair fell down to the tip of her bubbled bum. She was a natural blond too. Down there she had the cutest little pussy. Just then her stomach growled and she realized she hadn't eaten since...she couldn't remember. She decided she would pee, wash up and and go out to see Drake. She was feeling much better now. When she opened the washroom door and Drake was at the front door of his suite signing off some packages. Drake took the packages and smiled at Stan as he carried the packages into another room. When Drake returned from the room he looked at Stan again and smiled. Stan smiled back. Are you feeling better Steff? Steff? who's Steff? Drake looked at Steff and said You are one silly women. Why what do you think your name is? Steff thought and said Staa, no that can't be right. Stephan.. Drake must be right. Her name was Steff. No it's Steffi. She looks like a Steffi. Drake looked at Steffi and asked her are you hungry? Famished she answered. As Steffi sat down she made sure her robe was tight around her waist. She didn't want a boobe falling out again. It really didn't matter. The tightly wrapped robe and her spectacular breasts created a jaw dropping cleavage. Drake was enjoying the view just as much as before. Drake sat across the table looking at this vision of beauty. They ate quietly. Drake was smiling and Steffi was starting to realize that she was incredibly under dressed. What had happened to her clothes? Why had she only this white robe to wear? Just at that moment Drake looked at Steffi and asked her to go to the room down the hall where he had brought the packages. She did as she was asked and found bags and packages of clothes, shoes, makeup and jewlery. She squealed with excitement as she looked through the outfits. They were all from expensive shops and all extremely feminine. There was lingerie from Victoria's Secrets, dresses from Caesar's Mall, shoes from Prada and makeup from Max. She quickly ran to the door and shut it. She then tried on the all the clothes and make up and was as excited as a girl going out on a first date. Drake was letting Steffi have her moment and it did pay off. After 20 minutes the door opened and Steffi walked out. She was wearing a very form fitting sun dress. It had cute little spaghetti straps to hold her lovely ample breasts in place. Drake smiled broadly at these incredibly sexy young women. Steffi saw Drake's reaction and the tenting in his pants only confirmed what Steffi already knew. Drake was captivated by Steffi. Drake noticed that Steffi was warming up to Drake as well. Steffi's eyes had widened when she looked at Drake and that impressive pole tenting those pants and her nipples became very noticeably pronounced underneath the sun dress. Drake it seemed was not the only person aroused. Drake looked at Steffi and softly said Do you like the outfits? Steffi smiled and nodded. Drake then asked Do you like looking good for your boyfriend. She thought Boyfriend? I've never had boyfriend before, have I? Does Drake think he's my boyfriend? Drake then got up from the table and took off his smoking jacket revealing a handsome fit body of a young man wearing pajama pants. He then removed the pants and was now completely nude in front of Steffi. Steffi didn't know what to do. Her face was becoming flush again. Her breathing was becoming shallower but she didn't know why. She could tell her nipples were large, hard and pronounced and she was getting that squishy feeling down there again. She knew this man was exciting her. More than any man ever had. Drake looked straight into her eyes, raised his hands palm up and said do you like what you see? Steffi didn't answer. Drakes cock was beginning to grow and rise up. Steffi was beginning to feel heat as well. Drake then said Take off the dress but she ignored the request. Drake was now holding his erect penis and taunting Steffi with it. She was mesmerized by his cock. She wondered what it felt like to carry one of those things all of your life. What it was like to walk around in pants with this large thing swinging back and fourth in them. She wanted to touch it, hold it, maybe squeeze it. She was getting the squishy feeling again, she like it. Then she wonder what it would be like to kiss Drake. If he hel her and made passionate love to her. She sauntered over to Drake in a very feminine walk. The palms of her hands parallel to the ground, with her fingers seperated like a dancer's. She took one heart stopping small, one footstep in front of the next. She moved her hips side to side as her gorgeous breast swayed to her hips. She bit her bottom lip. She then realized she was once again she was nude. What keeps happening to her clothes? Why did she keep finding herself deliciously naked? Speaking about delicious, there was little time to think about clothes. She was hot, horny and very wet and very willing. As she slowly sauntered towards Drake, a small amount of her wetness was slowly moving down the inside of her thigh. Boy she thought, that's a new sensation. When she reached Drake, the man didn't move. She couldn't help herself; she fell on her knees and held that magnificent cock in both her hands. It was majestic. She pondered how strange the male appendage looked and felt. It's aroma drove her wild. She couldn't remember if she had ever touched one before, yet it felt oddly familiar. Drake said to her kiss it honey. Kiss it she did, like there was no tomorrow. She kissed it, licked it. Place it in her mouth and rolled its the bulbous tip with her tongue and around her cheeks, all the while softly moaning. She was in ecstasy, lost in her passion for this man and his gifts. She was enjoying this, wanted to do it forever. Playing with a guy's balls was fun. Then she thought balls! Oh boy something else to play with. Drake knew what he was doing to her. He thought just a few more well planted suggestions and this woman was his, forever. He looked down at this petite sex fiend working his cock and balls and said baby, you really love my cock, it's like you can't stand to be without it. Steffi just was moaning louder. Then he said if you think you're having fun now my pet, wait until I impale you with it. His words only made her even more excited; Steffi was beginning to buck at that last remark like a mad woman in heat. The women was mad with lust. Steffi looked up at Drake standing before her, she removed his cock from her mouth and said please take me now! I can't stand it anymore! I need you so badly. I need you to fuck me! I need you inside of me, now! I want you so badly I just can't wait any longer. Please do me now. Drake looked down on Steffi. He knew then he'd won her. He said to her you are the sexiest women I've ever been with. You are so feminine in every way. She smiled as she looked up longingly at the hunk of a man. He was so handsome, so manly and virile. She demurely lied down on the couch. She started bringing in her elbows in on her sides as to accentuate her firm large perky breasts. She modestly brought her knees together and crossed her ankles in a sexy, feminine pose. She licked her lips to bring out there lusciousness. She wanted him, wanted him to want her. Drake then said I love your breasts, they're beautiful. Are they as sensitive as they look? Steffi paused and thought about the question. She wasn't sure. She decided to test his question and softly said in a voice of a women in heat, suck them, suck them please. She was rolling her hips back and forth. This woman wanted it bad. Drake kneeled down and began to lick her breasts. He sucked on them and played with her nipples with his tongue. Steffi's eye widened and mouth opened. She let out a little ahhhh. It was electric. It was such an incredible feeling she was experiencing. Why hadn't she ever felt this before? It was like her breasts were on fire. If he sucked them any harder she was going to orgasm right then and there, and then she did, many times. The feeling started deep in her pussy, a warmth building, spreading, consuming her. She began pulling the sheets of the bed with her hands, stretching her legs, pointing her toes. Moaning like a woman being tortured, as she was holding on for dear life. He had only sucked and toyed with her nipples and she was about to explode. She was beginning to see stars, about to faint. She started holding his hips as her pelvis bucked unconsciously. Then she felt it. It was long and hard and it was rubbing up against her thigh. She grabbed it with both hands. Now what was she going to do with it she thought? This thing now in her hands was now the complete centre of her focus. It was long, wide and deliciously hot. She was wet in a way she had never experienced. She guided her lover to her void, her emptiness that longed to be filled, to be complete. Why did she think of her pussy as being empty of being a void? She had had it all her life. Sure it wasn't a cock, it was her pussy. It was about to be filled with her lover's marvelous shaft. Drake knew the deal was about to be sealed. She was about to become his, forever. Drake looked down on Steffi has she guided his cock into her pussy. She was a talented lover. Hot, horny, bucking like a horse, wet and willing, yet still able to hold his cock and guide it into her eager pussy. She started to rub her clitoris with its tip. Hoping he'd liked it as much as she did. Drake said oh that feels so good. I'm so thankful we're together, that you are mine. That you're my lover...I want us together forever. I know you only want me. She didn't fully understand what he was talking about. All she really knew was Drake and his spectacular cock was now her only concern. Then it happened. It slid in. It filled her. She stopped bucking, held her breath. She had already lost count how many times she had orgasmed and yet he had just entered her now. Drake was the man of her dreams. She wanted to please him, wanted him to experience the thrills she was experiencing with him. She wanted to be as good in bed as this man was. She wanted to be his little slut. She began squeezing expertly her vaginal muscles, squeezing them around his magnificent cock. She wrapped her leg around his, grabbed on of his ass cheeks with her hands. She then held him tight as she began matching his rhythm. They were moving in unison. She then felt another orgasm building within her. She felt Drake's cock begin to grow. She looked into his eyes as they came together. She then said I love you. The next morning Drake was in the shower washing off the fun from the day before and last night. Steffi was still sleeping in bed cuddled up to a pillow with the cutest smile on her face. Drake knew he had a show tonight and he needed to get ready. He made a phone call and ordered some breakfast, then made another call and placed an order. Steffi awoke to the smell of coffee. She got up from the bed and quickly went to the bathroom and took a shower. She then quickly joined Drake sitting out on the balcony having a coffee and reading the newspaper. With her hair still wet and another white robe wrapped around her, she sat down next to her man and said you know I really must find something else to wear then robes. He looked up from the newspaper with smile and said Steffi would you like to come work for me? She was thrilled. She always wanted to work in show business. Now she would be working with the man she loved. He motioned to the coffee table in the living room and said I bought you a little something, like a uniform try it on. Steffi jumped up and clamped her hands with glee. She raced over to the package and ran into the bedroom to try it on. Within a few moments she was walking out of the bedroom wearing killer stilettos and black very sheer black sequence gown with a slit that ran past her hip. It was strapless with an open back that ran down to the crack in her ass. It was very revealing and left little to the imagination. She wanted to please Drake but was a little uncomfortable by her appearance. She new with her face, her body and this gown she would stop traffic in a heartbeat. He looked at her and was marveled by her utter sensuality. He knew she was a little uncomfortable and was afraid she looked too sexy perhaps a little slutty. He said you know I just can't help it, I get a hard on when I see you. Her face was becoming flush again, her large nipples started to poke out again. If this was going the way she thought, she'd have to change her panty liners again. He then said be proud of your looks. You are an extremely sexual woman and your mine, all mine. Now sashay the gorgeous ass over here. Steffi had melted into butter. He always knew what to say to make her feel better. He was right. She was sexy with or without the gown. She would wear anything he wanted, do anything he asked, act and say whatever pleased him. If he wanted her to dress for his show like this she would do so with pride and pleasure. That evening in the theatre the seats were almost sold out. Drake was backstage preparing for the night's show. Steffi was wearing her 'revealing' outfit and putting the last bits of makeup and lipstick. She didn't know what it was this evening, but she was having difficulty getting the makeup right. It was like it was her first time but that couldn't be right. She'd been putting on makeup for a few years now and thought she had gotten quite good at it. It must have been her nerves, this being her first night on stage and all. At least she was able to prefect her hair for the evening. It was up in a loose style with ringlets hanging down. Just then there was a knock on her dressing room door. Drake then walked in to see his new assistant. She looked nervous and needed some reassurance. He said It's OK baby, you look sexy as hell and you're going to knock them dead. You're a pro. His words carried a calming influence on her. She was now ready to help her man, your lover, her world. There was a sudden knock on the door again and Steffi went to opened it. There at the door was a group of three businessmen types standing just outside the door. They looked concerned and wanted to speak to Drake. Steffi looked at one of the gentleman and said sure Frank, come on in. Frank looked at the beautiful young lady and asked have we ever met Miss? Steffi looked up at the man and didn't know what to say. She stood there looking confused. Drake grabbed Frank's hand shook it and said she reads minds, its part of the show. Frank thought it weird; he would have remembered a woman that beautiful if they had met before. Steffi looked on as the gentlemen spoke. She thought it strange but she knew these guys. That was Frank and other two were Tommy and Paul. Drake shook all the gentlemen's hands and asked what he could do for them. Frank spoke first and said we're looking for a friend of ours, a big guy, with grey hair. His name is Stan. He came to speak to you a couple of nights ago after the show. He told us he'd meet up back at the hotel, but he never showed up. We think you were one of the last guys to seem him. Drake looked at Steffi and then back at Frank, he was about to answer when Steffi walked up next to Drake and put her arm around his waist in an affectionate gesture and said I remember that man. He came here that night to ask a few questions about the show to Drake and then said good night. He didn't stay long. As she was speaking to Frank, her hand slowly slipped down the back of Drake's pants and she cupped a cheek of his rear, while never missing a beat. Poor Frank looked on and understood that this was another dead end. As he was about to go, he quickly noticed the young women's stunning breasts had developed two very large, very aroused nipples poking through the sheer fabric of her gown. Frank didn't want to stare at the magnificent orbs and turned around quickly and ushered he and his friends out of the dressing room. As the door closed, Drake turned and put his arms around his breathtaking assistant. She looked up at her man and quickly unzipped his fly and took out his growing erection in her small hands. As she was caressing Drake's cock and staring deep into his eyes, with a wicked grin and a little want in her voice said, do we have time before the show?