Hypnothe Rapist Starr Scores Ch 06
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I'm The Star Of The Show, I Guess...
By Boredsitting
Chapter 1: Am I really a light drinker?
The roar of applause is very jarring, but at least it wakes me from my
daze.
Geez, I can't believe that I'm actually doing this. 'Go to a hypnotist
show... you'll have fun... you get to laugh at the stupid people clucking
like chickens,' whatever. Honestly, I think it's all just a show. The
people acting hypnotized are obviously in on the joke or are the plants.
I'm must be the guy they pick to make it seem spontaneous. Yup, I'm the
dupe, and I'm sitting here bored beyond belief watching the guy walk back
and forth yammering about being in control or whatever.
I honestly can't say exactly what he's talking about anyway, because he
just not that interesting. At least he was nice enough to give us all
glasses of water. That old adage about being hot under the spotlight is
true. It's very hot up here with all of these lights on me, and that
glass of water is looking very tempting.
"On three you're all gonna take a drink of your water, then you're gonna
tell this wonderful audience what you think. Remember boys and girls,
it's just ordinary tap water. Alright, everyone ready? 1...2...3..."
the well-dressed, fake hypnotist guy says. On cue, the three guys
sitting around me all take a drink. I take a sip and put the glass back
down noticing the elaborate decorations around the auditorium from this
new perspective on stage. It's very fancy with classical sculptures and
golden curves all over the walls and ceiling. I gaze up at the ceiling
to take in the decorated dome in the center, but a spell of dizziness
hits me pretty hard. It's not any different than that buzz that I get
from a shot of tequila, but it's surprising considering that I thought
that I only had a sip of water. I pick the glass up again and sniff the
clear liquid inside. It doesn't have any smell. I take another
investigative sip to see if I can detect any liquor then place it back on
the table. Um, nope. If it's there, then I can't taste it.
Oh wow, the room is starting to spin. Surely, that's not how a hypnotist
works. Do hypnotists just get their guests drunk? Is that how it works?
Alright, maybe if I pay a little more attention to him I'll figure out
what's going on with this drink.
I try to grab the glass again, but my numb hands are disconnected with my
senses. It seems to be moving around in a weird, elliptical pattern, and
my eyes are having trouble focusing on it. "Oh, no!" the hypnotist
announces in mock surprise, "It looks like one of our helpers has already
had too much. Naughty, naughty." His voice is dripping with sugary
smarm. Looking around as best I can, the others are staring at me with
amused looks on their faces. "What do you say, boys and girls. Do we
have a new star for our show?" he turns and asks the audience like some
game show host. As expected, the audience scream and applaud with their
approval. Their faces shine with excitement as I drunkenly try to look
out. Over on one of the shorter aisles, my bestie, Janice, joins with
them. Whatever, at least I can make this fun by showing them how fake
all of this is. "and sleep..."
Chapter 2: Under Where?
"...and you'll see that hypnosis can be so complete that the person
doesn't even know that it's happening..." the hypnosis guy's ramblings
seem to shake me from my daze again. Seriously, if this guy can't keep
my attention, then how in the hell is he keeping the audiences? Humph.
"Hey there, sweetie. Are you back with us?" Fine! I'll try to pay more
attention to the show. "Yea, I'm here. So, when are you gonna start
trying to hypnotize me?" I ask knowing that it'll break his concentration
and maybe show him to be the fraud that he is. The audience erupts into
laughter and cheers.
It's not until Iook out into the crowd do I see something peculiar. When
did everyone take off their clothes? I mean, I was just looking at the
d?cor for a second. How did they all take their clothes off, and why?
My eyes scan the room. A few of the people are somewhat attractive
naked. There's a few that are downright beautiful. Then there's most of
them that probably should have passed on the whole 'let's trick the
person son stage' thing. As I continue to gaze around, my eyes go to the
hypnotist who's also naked.
"That's a nice trick you pulled," I say with condescension.
"What trick are you talking about?" he replies with a smirk. The
audience continues to laugh and giggle.
"How did you convince all of these people to take their clothes off?" I
ask followed by a raucous roar of laughter. They must be celebrating
that they got caught. Good job people! Wait a sec...am I naked? Nope.
Just them. Don't know what I was thinking there for a second. Why would
I think that I'm naked? It is kinda funny, though. Giggle.
"So, everyone here is naked?" he asks with both his voice and his never-
stopping hands.
"Yea. I guess the trick is on them, though. They're the ones not
wearing any clothes. That must be very embarrassing for them," I
continue confidently. Even my friend, Janice, is nude. I gotta say, her
titles are pretty impressive.
"So, do you like what you see?" the showman's obviously guiding me to an
outcome.
"Yup. I gotta say. This is the most titles that I've seen in one place
ever," I try to keep up with his banter.
"Titles? Don't you mean 'titties'?" he corrects nicely while facing the
crowd as if there's a punchline. The audience continues to titter and
giggle.
Confused, I quickly reply. "Yea, that's what I said, titles." The
audience's tittering is growing louder. Seriously what is everyone
laughing about?
The host reaches into a black bag on the stage and pulls out a hard cover
book. "Tell the audience what the title is of this book," he asks
annoyingly while stressing the word 'title'. Alright, I can be a good
sport, so I'll go along with the show.
"The title," I say with inflection, "is Romeo and Juliet."
"Ok, then. Look out into the crowd, sweetie," he commands while waving
his arm as if to say 'ta-da!'. Plus, I'm not sure I like that he's
calling me 'sweetie'. It's not feeling right. "Would you please find a
female in the audience with an exceptional pair of breasts," he requests
followed by another round of giggles from the audience. I look at his
incredulously, but to play along I find a woman in the second row with a
large pair of titles. They're quite impressive. "With the look of your
eyes, I'm sure you've probably found your titties. Am I right?"
"Yes, I'm looking at a woman's titles right now. Look! This is making
me very uncomfortable staring at this woman like this," I admit.
"Now what would you call those?" he questions.
"Off limits," I say causing the audience to crack with a roar of
laughter. See? I can put on a show, too.
"Oh boy! You're funny. If a guy looked at those, what would he call
them?"
"Um, breasts?" I reply trying not to insult too many people.
"I'm thinking of a word starting with 'T'," he counters.
"Titles," I answer.
"Titties," he repeats.
"Yes, titles," my patience is running thin with this stupid game.
"Say 'titties'," he commands.
"Titles?"
"Titties..."
"Titles. This isn't going anywhere, guy. Is this your whole act,
because it's getting kinda boring," I reply derisively.
"And sleep..."
Chapter 3: The Love Chapter
What the hell? When did this guy get on stage, and what happened to the
other guys? That's odd. I scan the room to see how a person just
mysteriously appears beside me, but there's nothing to explain how. He's
just there. In front of us the hypnotist guy is still blathering about
creating suggestions and stuff.
"Hey!" I whisper to him now noticing how attractive he is.
"Yes?" he replies. His deep baritone voice echoes in my ears. It's so
smooth and inviting. Gosh, I could listen to that voice for days.
"When did you get up here?" I ask trying to stay hushed.
"A few minutes, maybe. You were looking right at me as he called me up.
Didn't you see me?" he responds.
A few minutes? Gosh, I must have really zoned out there. How could I
have missed such a thing?
"You're putting on quite the show tonight," he whispers to me making me
wonder if my antics are really putting a hurt on this fake hypnosis show.
"That bit with the calling boobies 'titles' was pretty funny. How long
have you worked with this guy?"
"What are you talking about? When have I ever called breasts...what
'tittles'? I'm confused," I say without trying to sound too harsh in
case there may be a connection between us. You never want to close any
doors when it comes to love, right? This guy is out of his gourd, but
damn if he's not the hottest thing on two legs. I wonder if he has a
girlfriend. Okay, keep it together. Is that butterflies I'm feeling?
Tee hee, I haven't felt this silly since grade school.
He leans over as if to tell me something, but then returns as if he has a
second thought. Did I scare him off? Oh, I hope not! Gosh, I could get
lost in those hazel eyes of his. He's so strong looking with his broad
shoulders and round chest pushing out the front of his shirt. This guy's
just the right amount of buff with tight arm holes showing off those
impressive guns. Mmm.
I lift my hand to get the hypnotist's attention, which doesn't take long.
It's as if he was expecting me to do something. "Is it okay if I move my
chair?"
"Sure, why not? Is there a better place you want to sit?" he asks
condescendingly.
"I don't know. Maybe it would make a better show if we were all sitting
together. You know, more closely," I suggested. It seems like common
sense to me, but my suggestion was met with another round of raucous
laughter and cheering.
"If that's what you want, be my guest," he states very plainly to the
audience once again as if he's prompting them. Geez, they'll laugh at
anything. Without any delay, I stand up and slide my chair over to the
new guy. As I do, I take a nice glance at his protruding package between
those legs. Wow, he's big. It's like a snake pushing its way down his
leg. I'm not usually the type to ogle so much, but it's so hard not to.
He and the showman are having a conversation, but I'm not really
listening to it. It doesn't seem so important anyway. What is important
is that I try to get me some of that man. Oh, how I wouldn't want to
just let him pick me up and take me away. With my heart pumping so
furiously I can hear it in my ears, I lean over in an effort to get
closer lost in his dreamy eyes.
"...and sleep."
That's when it dawned on me that I may not have a chance like this again
to get him to notice me. I mean, if I'm gonna make a move on this stud
of a man, then it needs to be now. After the show, he'll just walk away
forever from my life leaving me lost and broken. No, he needs to know
that I'm his if he wants me.
I've never really had large breasts, and they're really not even big
enough to wear a bra, but no man can resist the allure of an accidental
nip slip. Acting as if the heat is getting to me, my hands come up to
unbutton the top half of my top and fan the opening to allow some cool
air into my heated shirt, and I lean towards him "accidentally" giving
him an unrestricted view of my two pointed nipples. He must be engrossed
in the stupid act, because he's not paying any real attention to me. The
magician/hypnotist/whatever guy is still rambling on, but the crowd seems
to be in his hand.
"Hey," I whisper into his ear, "You know, you're kinda cute. How about
after the show we go get some coffee?" His apathetic silence is
annoying. Seeing that this isn't working, I lean forward rubbing my
right breast against his arm and place my hand on the top of his thigh.
No man, no matter how shy, would be able to resist this level of
attraction. "Oh, God! You're making me hot. Please take me home with
you when this is over."
A round of applause and laughter again roars throughout the auditorium.
Now that my attention is broken, I glance over to the showman.
"Do you have anything to share with the audience, sweetie?" he asks with
saccharine smile. "He seems to be a little 'stiff' this evening, don't
'cha think?"
I'm really starting to think this guy is insulting me, and he has no
business being rude to...to...my man. "You just leave us alone and go
about your show. There's no need to be rude."
"Oh, pardon any miscommunication, Miss," the man dramatically announces
stressing the word 'Miss', "I didn't mean to imply that either you or him
were a dummy. My apologies!" Again, the crowd erupts in laughter.
"That's right, you'd better apologize. You should be apologizing to this
crowd for such a cheesy show."
Expressing continued mock surprise, the hypnotist replies, "Are you
saying that my show isn't entertaining? Are you not entertained by our
banter?"
"No, not really. I'm still waiting for when you plan to hypnotize
someone. It's been awhile, don't you think that we should see that by
now?" Oh, I really got him.
"Oh, I see. Ok, then. Sleep!"
Chapter 4: The Dance
You know what my man needs? He needs to see the goods. He needs to be
seduced. Yea. Maybe I was being too subtle earlier. There's a lot
going on, so I can understand. Strip clubs like this can be overwhelming
sometimes. My man just needs some individual attention to find his
center.
Suddenly the club explodes in vivid spotlights and a thumping dance song.
This is perfect. My song just came on, and I'll have him cumming in no
time. As the beat of the song vibrates within me I stand up to walk
around my stud allowing just my fingertips to maintain our connection. A
crowd must have just entered the club as a chorus of clapping and cheers
fills my ears. I guess someone else is putting on a show, too. Circling
around I straddle his lap and bend over letting him see my crotch from
behind then slide along his body until I'm inches from his face. Guys
love this. Now that he's paying attention I slide off and walk away from
him slowly and gracefully placing each foot in front of the other to
emphasize my body's sexy walk. My fingers quickly undo all of the
buttons of my blouse, so when I stop it slides off my arms easily onto
the floor. The cheers continue, and I look back at my beau. He's
staring at me enraptured by my sexiness. Tee hee! Continuing to look at
him I undo my bra and let it fall by picking it up over my head. God, I
love being topless!
I turn around quickly enough to let my breasts bounce and jiggle before
slowly advancing towards him in a sensuous slink that'll get any man
hard. I can usually stay professional during these dances, but there's
something about this guy that's forcing my attention to his crotch. I
can't stop imagining what it looks like. In fact, I can't even shake the
idea that I want to accidentally let him out and "hide the evidence".
Oh, that's so risqu?, but I can't wait to have him. Glancing around
quickly to see if anyone is paying attention, I reach down and undo his
pants.
"Shh, honey. Just let me show you how hot you are. I know this is a
little more than a usual lap dance, but I just can't hold back any more.
I've got to have you in me," I whisper into his ear in a slow, breathy
voice. Fishing around between us my hands pull out my prize. Oh, geez,
it's bigger than I imagined.
"Oh, you're a big one!" I squeal.
Out of nowhere, some dorky guy walks by acting as if he's talking to
someone. I can't really see who, but it's still too risky to let on that
I'm molesting the clients. I'd lose my job for sure.
"Here, hold on. I have an idea," I whisper quickly as I turn around to
face the guy and drop to my knees between his legs. While it's not
really what I'd prefer, at the moment I just have to get what I can
without making a big scene. Genius!
Geez, he's so hard! Sensuously, I breathe on it as I move upwards from
the base. As I near the head, my head tilts downward and it slips into
my open mouth. The huge, veiny cock is too large me though as I can only
really get the front half of it in before my throat stops it. Doesn't
matter. I'll just have to work doubly hard on the half that's receiving
my adoration. Why does it taste like plastic?
"...sleep."
Wow, I'm so excited to be a part of the Adult Sex Show this year.
Working in porn has given me a lot of opportunities to get the boys off
(and myself), but doing it all live is quite an honor. They don't ask
many girls to do this, so of course I jumped at the opportunity.
"So, what do you think of the show so far?" the emcee asks in his cheesy,
game show voice.
"Not too bad. However, I think that I'm a little over dressed. Don't
you think?" I ask noticing that my pants are still on. "These people are
here to see a porn star, right?"
"If you think so, then you can get as comfortable as you want. What do
you think, audience?" he announces to a growing wave of cheers. Glancing
over to my right, I notice a guy sitting very still with his large, meaty
cock standing at attention.
"Is he a part of the show?" I ask pointing to the phallus which itself is
pointing up the ceiling. "He doesn't look like anyone I've worked with.
Oh! You guys are letting the audience participate, aren't cha? Man,
it's about time! You know, this is a good way to find new talent," I
blurt out while grabbing the cock and expertly massaging it. Weird, it
feels so hard.
Oh, forgetful me! I stand up to present myself to the audience tweaking
my left nipple. Without a lot of grace, I'm not a dancer after all,
shuck my pants and underwear off and stand proudly in the center of the
blinding, scorching spotlight. The crowd goes nuts with whistles and
catcalls, nothing that I haven't heard a hundred times before while
working.
"Now, as for you stud," I say turning around with a little flair, "These
people came here to see a porn star at work, so you're gonna help me.
Aight?" He sits still, I guess anticipating my show. Newbies are so
cute when they are nervous. Stepping up to him a thought comes to mind.
I've always wanted to do an anal scene, so why can't these people be a
part of my first? "Hey guys!" I bark out to the crowd hoping the mics
catch my voice. "I have a special for ya. How would you like to be a
part of my first anal scene?" The roar from the crowd is deafening. As
the raucous swells over the stage I glance over to the pole and wince a
little as its girth. "Who wants to have the first footage of me doing
anal?" I ask. A wave of hands jump up bobbing up and down and waving
back and forth. In the second row, a cute guy, maybe in his thirties, is
holding his hand up steadily. He's calm and cool. That's what a good
cameraman needs. I point to him, "You there, in the red, second row.
Come on up!" He looks around as the others around him push him forward.
Surprised at being picked, he struts up to the stage and gives me a once-
over. We both stand together for a second to allow the audience to cheer
with approval. "You're gonna make a fortune with this video, stud," I
mention so that only he could hear causing him to blush - cute. "All you
have to do is keep your camera still and point to where the action is.
Ready?" He nods while swiping his phone to prepare it.
"Okay, ladies and gentlemen. I present to you, Annabelle's first anal
scene live at the Adult Sex Show!" the announcer barks stoking the
crowd's excitement to a furious level.
I walk over to the seated guy with his cock still hard as a dildo. "All
you have to do is not cum. Can you do that?" He must still be a little
nervous, so I don't push him anymore. As I step over his legs while
still facing the audience to prepare I motion to the camera guy to start
recording. Reflexively, I press my ass to his face. I know that he's
already hard, but old habits die hard, ya know. I place my hands on the
guy's shoulders behind me and gently lower myself onto the tip of the
cock. Regretfully, I didn't use any lube, and it's too late to stop the
show. Whatever!
As I relax my legs the tip pressed harder into the center of the softness
between my legs. There's a definite difference between poking around
down there and poking the hole. There's an entirely different sensation
that's so much more intense and intimate. It's as if I'm inviting him
in. Sitting down a little more, it starts to burn as the head begins to
spread my hole. Try as I might, I can't hide the intensity from my face
as the main camera zooms into it. Seeing myself on the large screens, I
give the audience a wink and a kiss as the burning increases. The
audience camera guy settles himself below me pointing his phone at our
connection. Oh well. I can't hold out any longer if this show is gonna
go anywhere. My legs release their support and the pole trying to enter
pushes hard against my opening bruising me some. Slowly, as I keep my
weight on it, the cock begins to press inward. Then, without any warning
it shoots deeply into me shocking my body as it reels from the sudden
thrust. I scream out unable to hide my porn star demeanor as my body
opens up to accept this intruder. Damn, this hurts!
Just like that, I'm sitting on the lap of this stranger with his dick
securely inserted into my body. The experience is familiar as we are
used to meeting new people while literally fucking them, but my body
feels like I just lost my virginity again with all of the pain and
uncomfortable pressure it creates. The sting and the burning are still
evident, but I rest a little to let them subside. "Ta-da!" I say still
wincing at the pain. Another roar rushes over us as the audience gives
me their approval.
Anal sex is similar to first time sex in that my body has to adapt to the
pressure of the penis. It's very intense because of how tight I am back
there. However, it'll relax if I just push along and try to calm myself.
My legs press upward sliding him outwards a little. There's not a lot of
lube, so I don't move much. I continue to lift up and settle down some
to get a rhythm knowing that my body will feel the familiar motions of
fucking and open up. It takes a few times, but I can start to feel the
pole slide along my opening.
"So, fella. What do you think being so close to porn history?" I tease
the audience member as he kneels in front of me. He nods grinning from
ear to ear. The show is still stumbling along, so I get a bug in me to
add to the show. "How about you stand in front of me," I mention pulling
up on his shirt. He complies while still filming my motions. I'm
finding that I'm loose enough to begin rolling my hips to get the most
sensation of his cock. The burning has now left. In its place the
recognizable sensation of getting fucked. Oh, that feeling turns me on.
With the guy standing in front, I reach over to unbuckle his pants
pushing them down exposing his very aroused manhood to me. "Here, big
boy," I tease, "Let me give you a special part in your video." As my
hips roll back and forth working the stiff cock in one end, my mouth
opens to allow another, warmer, cock enter from the front. Now this is
how a porn star should be.
"...sleep."
Geez, this magician guy is so boring. My ass is throbbing from sitting
up here for so long waiting on him to get to the punchline. He's been
rambling on for about five or so minutes about how easy it is to
hypnotize someone. Well, smart guy hurry up and do it! We didn't pay to
for a stupid instruction session.
"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your interest tonight. I hope that
you've been well entertained." The crowd cheers loudly as he bows. It's
so hard to see anyone with those damn stage lights blinding me. "Okay,
Mr. Brown. Your part in the show is over. I hope I didn't bore you too
much," he says with a wink in his eye.
"I guess I missed the whole thing," I reply. "You really need to stop
advertising this as a show. All you did was talk, talk, talk. Geez, I
could've watched that online." I'm a little disgruntled by spending so
much, but there's too many people staring as us so I keep my cool.
"Here's your wife, sir. I would wait until you get home to review your
pics or videos, ma'am. Alright?" he asks my beautiful wife of ten years.
I again grimace as my ass stings. As we exit the stage, I see a couple
of chairs and some stupid blow-up sex toy. Where in the hell did that
come from?
end
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