
A Prelude to Tattoos

Suzie loses a bet to her roommate Jessica.
Part One
I

Suzie sat erect on the sofa, trying to stay serious.

She squeezed her knees with her hands, and tried not to grimace with laughter, a laughter partly meant to conceal her nervousness.

It had all started out as a joke, really.

All those wagers and bets Jessica liked to make.

Over the stupidest things.

But Suzie would agree.

After all, what difference would it make?

Small change here, a few dollars there.

Five hundred dollars to see who’d make the better grade in Marketing.

The sofa, placed in front of the window, faced the kitchen and the small eating room on the left where the door to outside was.

Just a normal kitchen, granite topped counter separating the kitchen from the living room. Two armchairs, modular, modern, and light blue, were positioned across from the long coffee table in front of the sofa. The chairs pointed slightly towards each other and the sofa.

Jessica sat in the chair on the right.

Candles burned on the shelves lining the wall on the right side of the apartment living room. The blinds to the large window set in the opposite wall were pulled down, and dark blue, almost navy drapes shut out most of the daylight.

The dark blue drapes behind the sofa were also drawn close.

Jessica turned out all the lights.

She had arranged crystals in a loose Fibonacci spiral on the coffee table, and the crystals glittered in different colors.

Red. Green. Blue. Pink. Yellow.

When the Spring semester ended, and Jessica walked away with an A over Suzie’s unexpectedly low B minus, she immediately held out her hand and said, “Pay up, girl.”

Suzie fumbled in her purse for some loose and crumpled bills.

She found two twenties and a ten.

All these bets were making her broke.

At first she’d win, and win easily, but over time the wagers got bigger, and the bets started going against her.

A few loose bills here.

A couple of twenties there.

Nothing big, but they added up.

When Jessica wagered the five hundred dollars on their Marketing grade, she jumped at the chance to recover some of her losses.

Suzie, at eighteen a Freshman with a 4.0, had nothing to worry about going against Jessica, a Junior who partied all the time and never studied. Suzie knew her stuff, and she’d been working all semester on her Intro to Marketing project. Everyone on her team ground their noses and worked hard to make the project best in class.

It was free money, and free money is the best money.

Then her project started going to shit.

Pete, a small, delicate young man who usually got all his work in before everyone else, got further and further behind, until Suzie actually began to panic. Allison, a serious, sober-minded Freshman, started drifting off during their Zoom meetings, and once while sharing her screen, a bunch of lesbian porn websites showed up in the tabs of her browser.

“Sorry about that,” she said, taking a sip of some pink liquid in what looked like a normal water bottle. “I forgot all that was still up.”

Suzie didn’t say anything, but she did scrunch her eyes.

She could have sworn that Allison had a boyfriend.

She used to mention him all the time in the beginning of the semester.

Had she turned queer?

Was Allison a dyke now?

It really wasn’t her concern, but she supposed a lot of girls experimented with that sort of thing in college. She knew a lot of girls fooled around with each other in high school, so doing it in college was no big deal.

Even if it wasn’t her thing.

Suzie might have rolled her eyes, but she smiled against her better judgment, and tried to lead the conversation back to the subject at hand.

But Suzie had kept her cool, scrambled everything together, cajoled, begged, and cried for her teammates to do their part for the project, did it herself when they didn’t get their pieces together on time, and finally, finally, she had something to show the professor, Margot Katt, MBA.

It might not have been the best project.

But it should have netted at least an A.

But then her peer reviews came in.

Argumentative and uncooperative.

Incommunicative.

Insensitive to diversity.

It was enough to bring her grade down to a B minus.

“Attitude is important,” Margot Katt, MBA, had told her during an office meeting. “Attitude makes up a big part of your participation and teamwork grade. You’re going to have to work with all kinds of people. You can’t be so. So intolerant.”

Suzie wanted to scream.

Intolerant?

“Everybody else on the team was so supportive of Pete’s transition, but you just badgered him about the project.”

Transition?

What transition?

What the hell was Margot Katt, MBA talking about anyway?

Ms. Katt sighed.

“This is a good lesson for you. I know you’re a good person, Suzie. You’re just going to have to work on your bigotries and prejudices. A lot of women are gay. I’m surprised you held that against Allison.”

Suzie opened her mouth to protest, but nothing came out.

She suddenly realized Margot was probably a lesbian herself.

She tossed her long and wavy dirty blond hair behind her shoulders.

Stuck out her chest a little more, nice plump pears ready to be nibbled hiding behind her tight blue pullover.

Tried to catch Ms. Katt’s eyes with her pale blues.

She needed to watch her next words carefully.

“So if that’s it, Miss Miller, I’m afraid I need to get back to my papers. I feel so awfully behind.”

That was that.

Dismissed.

Her obvious, clumsy efforts at flirting smacked down in an instant.

But all the way home she fumed.

She’d sue, that what she’d do.

She’d sue the hell out all of them.

Then she met Jessica at the door with her hand out.

“Pay up, girl,” Jessica said.

How did you flirt with a girl, Suzie wondered, remembering her failure with Margot Katt, MBA. Remembering Allison’s change. Or seeming change. Was she bi? Had she always been bi? But how do bi girls flirt with other girls?

She supposed it didn’t matter.

“I have fifty,” she said, handing the crumpled bills over to her roommate. “I can get the rest later.”

Jessica shook her head.

Not so much in negation but in disappointment.

“You should have known I’d beat your ass in Marketing,” she snickered.

“It’s just that. I’ll need to get it from my folks.”

Four-fifty was a lot. For Suzie.
II

Living with Jessica had started out as fun, interesting, even a little wild. But Suzie, conscientious of her grades and her academic career, soon evaded her new roommate’s suggestions of going out, clubbing and dancing. She needed to concentrate on her studies, hit the books, keep her nose to the grindstone.

Not that Jessica never studied.

Not that Jessica never read books.

She had a whole wall of bookshelves in the living room, some of them really heady stuff as far as Suzie could tell.

Lots of psychology, lots of psychiatry, lots of therapeutical stuff. Some books on Wicca.

Even a whole row devoted to hypnosis, which Suzie thought weird, scoffing at the very idea.

She didn’t recognize any of the titles or authors, of course, but they all looked very scholarly, very academic. Which surprised Suzie. It’s not something you thought of when you thought of Jessica. Being a brainy type, that is.

Later that evening, Jessica knocked on Suzie’s door.

“I have an idea,” she said.

Suzie’s expression encouraged her to go on.

“About the bet you lost.”

Jessica held out her hand, and Suzie saw the wad of bills she had given her earlier.

“I’ll give this back to you, plus the fifty you still owe me.”

Suzie stood up and reached for the bills.

“If you do something else.”

Suzie’s eyes widened in quick alarm.

“For me.”

“What do I have to do?” Suzie asked.

“You have to get a tattoo.”

Suzie’s had dropped.

“What? You’re crazy. I mean, why? Why do I need to get a tattoo?”

“Because you lost the bet, and because I want you to get one.”

Suzie’s head swept back and forth dramatically, almost angrily.

“Nah-ah. No way. Not gonna happen. Keep the money.”

“Just a small tattoo, Suzie. Somewhere where no one can see. You won’t even notice it. Just a tiny little tattoo.”

But Suzie continued shaking her head vigorously.

Jessica glared at Suzie, then just as quickly relaxed, smiling pleasantly.

“No. That’s okay. If you don’t want to get a tattoo, I understand. It’s your body, after all. Some people just hate tattoos.”

Suzie immediately relaxed, visibly relieved that this weird conversation was drawing to a close.

Jessica turned to leave.

She paused in the doorway.

“It’s just that. It’s just that you did lose the bet, and I really hate taking your money. There must be something you’re willing to do that you normally wouldn’t.”

Suzie just shrugged her shoulders.

I mean, she thought. It’s just a hundred dollars. She could get that back easily from her folks.

“If I think of something else, will you at least consider it?”

Suzie shrugged again.

“Sure. I mean. Why not? If it won’t hurt. Or mark me up permanently.”

Jessica’s lips widened in a bright grin, showing her clean white teeth.

“I’ll think of something,” she said.

And she did.

She did think of something.
III

Jessica didn’t knock on her door for the rest of the night. Until right before bedtime.

Suzie heard a light tap on her door.

“Yeah? Come in,” she shouted.

Jessica poked her golden blond head in.

“Hey, you doing anything tomorrow? We should go down to the pool. In the morning. We can bring down mojitos. I’ve got a great recipe.”

“You’re not supposed to have alcohol at the pool. It says so on the gate.”

Jessica stepped inside Suzie’s bedroom and threw her a dark and curious look.

“Girl,” she finally said.

Then she bubbled out of the room.

“Night, Suzie!”

“Night.”

True to her word, Jessica made cocktails of Bacardi, sugar, lime juice, club soda, and mint. Then she poured the drink into two large containers with screw tops. The containers were both pink with a pretty floral design running up and down the cylindrical vessels.

When Suzie woke up and stumbled into the kitchen, Jessica had just finished screwing the lid onto the second drinking bottle.

Jessica bounced and jiggled and spun in the kitchen, moving not only to the beat of a hidden drummer but to a steady bass line pounding through her psyche at almost all moments. The girl never really stopped moving, keeping herself in a constant state of half-dancing, half-swaying.

Suzie bit her lip at the bikini her roommate wore.

Sparkling blue triangles covering her nipples, ostensibly covering the mounds of her breasts, full but not enormous, like Suzie’s own. A tiny blue string wrapped around Jessica’s hips, and Suzie had to squint to see the thread running through her groin and out the back between the bare cheeks of Jessica’s ass.

Surely it was illegal.

Surely no sane human being would ever wear such a thing in public?

Jessica saw her looking, swung her hip out with a hand on her waist and said, “Well? You like what you see? Where’s your swimsuit, girl? It’s time to go!”

Suzie turned around, and Jessica slapped her on her pajamas butt.

“Hurry, babe. I’m ready to soak up some sun!”
* * *

The sun glinted in a thousand reflecting sparkles off the rolling blue surface of the pool. The biting smell of chlorine mixed with aromas of coconut oil and alcohol, for the rule against intoxicating beverages was rarely enforced, allaying something of Suzie’s fears.

The two students found a corner of the pool exposed to the sun. A wire fence, shoulder high and blacked-out by dark heavy cloth ran behind the two deck loungers in blue plastic.

Jessica slid her deck lounge to form a V, with the feet of their chairs nearly touching. She poured suntan lotion onto her arms, her legs, her belly, the exposed area of her bosom. She thought about asking Suzie to spread the lotion on her back.

No, she thought. Not quite yet. That might come later.

Suzie herself covered what skin showed in sunblock, having the kind of skin which burned easily and painfully.

For a while the two girls just watched the world go by around the pool. Three young men—Suzie thought at least one of them might still have been in high school—cavorted around the pool trying to grab the attention of three other young women—Jessica recognized the trio as college students—but the college girls didn’t bite.

At least not then.

Suzie felt overdressed looking at the three women, who all wore shiny bikinis almost but not quite as scandalous as Jessica’s. Then she noticed another person on the other side of the pool reclined on a deck lounge in the far corner.

She too wore a bikini. At least she wore a bikini top. A dark purple top showing the skin of her modest breasts falling flat against her body as she lay. The girl wore sunglasses and denim cut-off shorts with a wide black leather belt. She hadn’t taken the black sneakers off her feet, and Suzie wondered why she had come down to the pool at all.

Not for sunbathing, she lay in the shade.

And she didn’t look ready to swim just yet.

The boys ignored the girl. She had that short, squarish vaguely masculine body boys so often ignore in the presence of ideal womanhood.

And three exemplars of ideal womanhood caught sun on their deck lounges, offset a little from male trio, not giving the three men the slightest bit of attention.

Yet.

Something about the direction of the girl’s face made Suzie realize that the other girl was returning the Freshman’s gaze, and Suzie quickly looked away from the girl in the short Beatles haircut.

Jessica for her part gazed at Suzie’s body hidden behind her drab, dark red one-piece swimming suit.

Those first weeks of clubbing with Suzie made the upper classman realize that her roommate kept to herself, avoided loud and crowded places, and generally behaved shy to the point of being anti-social.

She’d started those bets, those wagers simply as a way to get the girl to come out of her shell. As a matter of fact, Suzie’s agreeing to the bets surprised, no, shocked Jessica. She really didn’t think she had it in her.

Looking over her friend’s body, curvy and feminine despite Suzie’s best attempt to cover up, Jessica started forming a plan, a vague outline of an idea rapidly began taking shape until Jessica found herself beaming at the reposed form of Suzie in repine.

It was so simple, why didn’t she think of it before?

The older student appraised her roommate, admiring her milky skin. Her eyes took in Suzie’s soft, yielding body, unathletic but not flabby, soft in the way of a woman who doesn’t get much exercise but who eats well and healthfully, full breasts and wide, round hips.

A good, soft body with bare, uninked arms and bare, ink-free legs, and a bare, inkless neck.

A blank canvas for her new art.

Jessica spoke up, casually speaking, coaxing information out of her roommate.

“Why the one-piece, Suzie?”

Startled from her light doze, Suzie turned her head to face Jessica.

“I don’t like guys to see my body, is all,” she said defensively. “It makes me feel. So. Exposed. Like a fresh meat waiting to be devoured.”

“Just the guys? You don’t mind the girls looking? Some girls like to see your body, too, Suzie.”

Jessica pointed her head with a nod in the direction of the girl in the far corner.

Suzie frowned.

Was Jessica teasing her?

“Gross.”

Jessica sat forward to look at her friend reproachfully.

“You need to be more tolerant, Suzie.”

Self-doubt gnawed at the girl. Tolerant. There was that word again. Was she really intolerant? Prejudiced?

“I’m sorry. It’s just. You know. I’m just not into them. Other girls. Dykes.”

“You don’t have to be into them. You just have to accept them. Lesbians. You need to learn to accept them.”

Jessica sipped at her drink. Suzie, taking the opportunity to change the subject, sipped hers too.

She groaned with pleasure, waving her hands and arms while shaking her head from side to side in slow gestures of delight.

Suzie squeezed her eyes shut.

“Oh. My. God. This. This is so good.”

Jessica’s grin said it all.

She’d been so ready to paint lately.

Jessica kept up a steady stream of conversation, steering clear of anything that might alarm her younger roommate, might set the warning bells off before those bells turned useless.

“I have a boyfriend.”

That statement came after a couple of questions about Suzie’s romantic life. Jessica had tried to hook her up early on in their friendship, but Suzie didn’t bite. She knew that the girl went back home every few weekends, and she knew about her boyfriend of course.

“I know. You’ve told me. Several times.”

“Well, I mean. That’s kind of why I’m not the party girl you are. I just want to. You know.”

Suzie turned red.

“Get married after college. And I know he’s the one. I mean, we’ve been together like forever.”

Jessica nodded her head understandingly.

“I’ve only been with him.”

Jessica arched an eyebrow.

“You know, I’ve been thinking. About our bets. About how you still owe me. And I think I found a way for you to pay me back.”

Suzie took another drink from her bottle. A longer drink than her first timid sips. Not quite a gulp, but still.

“I’m listening.”

Here it was, Jessica realized. I can do this. I can get her.

She breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly.

“The thing is, and I don’t know if I ever told you, but my mom and dad, they used to be stage performers. Magicians. Hypnotists. A real husband-and-wife team. They got pretty big from it. Before I was born.”

Jessica paused, and in the silence she heard Suzie slurping at her mojito.

Suzie looked up at Jessica and gave her a quizzical look.

“Go on,” she said. “I never knew that. You never told me. I wondered about all those books.”

But you never asked, did you girl, Jessica thought. Why not? Why didn’t you ask about them?

“Well. I’ve kind of dabbled in it, myself. Mom hung back a little, but Dad? He showed me a lot of their old tricks, and even taught me some induction techniques. And I kind of, you know, I’ve kind of been wanting to try them on somebody. And I was wondering if, you know. You could.”

Suddenly Jessica threw her arms up in embarrassment, as if shooing away the idea.

“Oh never mind,” she exclaimed. “It’s a stupid idea.”

But Suzie leaned forward, eager.

“Wondering if I could what,” she asked, already knowing the answer and intrigued, enticed even by the idea. It was so, um. Tingling really. Electric.

All of a sudden, two of the black birds with long tails landed on the pool deck at their feet, squabbling and bawking at each other in curious, metallic screeches. Their wings flapped angrily, and they danced around in furious circles a moment before flying away behind the fence.

“If I could hypnotize you.”

There. She said it. It was out.

“Or at least try to,” she added self-deprecatingly.

Suzie didn’t say anything.

“I’ll give you your fifty back, and you won’t have to pay me the rest. Just one session, and we’ll be even. Whether it works or not.”

Suzie finished her drink.

“Fine,” Suzie said, “But don’t blame me if it doesn’t work.”

It sounded so easy. Hypnosis was so phony.

And she hated the idea of hitting her folks up for four hundred and fifty dollars.
IV

Suzie sat erect on the sofa facing the television screen, focusing intently on the game. She squeezed her knees with her hands, and tried not to grimace, tried not to let her roommate Jessica see how nervous she was.

Now that she had a chance to think about it.

Jessica had immediately taken a shower when they came back from the pool, washing her suntan lotion off her taut, browned body. She toweled dried her hair, brushed out most of the tangles, and pulled her hair back in a long, loose tail. She threw a short, loose T-shirt over her bare breasts, pulled up a pair of snug red and pink gym shorts, and raced to the living room, trying hard not to show her excitement.

Slow down, she told herself. I know it’s been awhile, but slow down. Enjoy this.

Suzie took her shower in the shared bathroom, squelching her envy of her roommate’s private bath in the larger bedroom.

It’s her apartment, after all. I’m lucky to have this.

She was, too. The sublet went far below the market price.

But Suzie didn’t look a gift horse in the mouth when she accepted, and she wouldn’t start doing so now.

Unlike her roommate, Suzie did put on underwear, a matching set of sensible bra and sensible panties. Plain white, naturally. A little frilly, sure, but showing not much of anything in the way of skin.

She hated being naked under her clothes, and she chose her underwear to let her body know it.

Aaron, her boyfriend back home, had spent many a week trying to get her to wear sexy underwear, but he hadn’t been much successful.

But since she hadn’t held out her insistence on waiting for marriage, he let it go. He himself had reached a little higher than he deserved, and he knew it. He also knew that she didn’t know it, so he let her modesty in the way of dressing slide.

It seemed so long ago now, going steady with Aaron, high school, finally losing her virginity only that summer, promising herself she’d be true to Aaron.

She slipped into an old, baggy T-shirt, loose sweatpants, and walked into the living room.

That was all so long ago, Suzie realized as she sat on the edge of the sofa waiting for Jessica to light the candles and arrange the crystals in a peculiar spiral order of reds, greens, blues, oranges. Suzie watched as Jessica mixed some kind of power into a short glass filled with brown rum.

“This is anise seed,” she said. “It’ll help me spread my psyche towards yours. The rum increases its potency. Here, I made this tea for you. It’s a special mixture of ague weed and other herbs. It’s bitter but try to drink it all. It’ll really help you concentrate. But chew this first,” she said as she slid a teacup across the coffee table towards the sitting Suzie.

Jessica held out her hand, and Suzie picked up a piece of an irregularly shaped, oblong rubbery ball.

It looked like some kind of homemade gum.

“Fair warning,” Jessica smiled. “It tastes awful. Just awful.”

“What is it?” Suzie asked suspiciously.

“It’s asafoetida. It just kind of gets you in the mood. For hypnosis. Trust me, you’ll see.”

Suzie looked at the gum.

She’d never done a drug before; she rarely even drank. That mojito they’d had notwithstanding. Just a few drinks now that she went to college.

She didn’t smoke pot.

She didn’t take pills.

“Don’t worry, girl. It’s not a drug. It’s just an herb. But it tastes horrible.”

Taking a deep breath, Suzie carefully put the gum between her front teeth, bit into the rubbery substance, and grimaced.

“I know, babe, but you have to keep chewing. Until you can swallow it. Then drink your tea. It’ll get better. I promise.”

Slowly and awkwardly, Suzie finished her gum, swallowed it, and sipped at her tea.

Another grimace, but even before Jessica said, “Go ahead, finish it,” Suzie tilted the cup in her hand and finished the bitter tea, which by now cooled enough to drink quickly.

Jessica got up, closed all the blinds, and pulled heavy curtains across the windows to block the incoming light. Then she turned off all the lights in the living room, the hallway, and the kitchen, so that only the candles she had already lighted illuminated the darkness.

Sweet and savory scents quickly filled the room.
* * *

“Before we get started, we need to chant some mantras. To empower our minds.”

Suzie giggled, and Jessica giggled too.

“Stop it,” she said, laughing at Suzie. “This is serious.”

Jessica instantly transformed her smile into a serious expression, and she sat erect in her chair.

“Repeat after me,” she insisted.

“I am open.

“Everything is one, connected

“Limitless like me.

“I love and am loved, and love surrounds me.

“I stand in my power, and my purpose

“Reveals itself always:

“To open for pleasure, joy

“And ecstasy for myself

“And for my handlers.

“I am a flower.

“I am a butterfly.

“I am safe in the loss of control.

“I am rooted in the loss of control.

“I am open.”

Jessica had Suzie chant along with her for several iterations until Suzie lost count of how many times she’d said the mantra.

It all sounded weird, mumbo-jumbo to confuse weak minds, but Suzie went along with it. Her mind was strong.

She did find them relaxing though, the words she chanted. They seemed so right even though they didn’t quite make sense with all that talk about handlers and control and butterflies. And pleasure.

It sounded so.

Well, so much like Jessica at times, when she’d get goofy.

Like now.

So Suzie just smiled to herself and chanted.

All right, she mused. I’ll play along.

By the time Suzie wondered when the mantras would ever end, they were over.

“Look at me, Suzie,” Jessica said in a deep, smooth voice, low and commanding.

“Look at the pendant I’m holding.”

Suzie found herself staring at Jessica with dull and listless eyes, trying hard to focus on the pendant Jessica held up in front of her unfocused eyes. Three crystals, one black, one red, and one clear, transparent, bundled together by a golden filament, flashed in the light of the candles.

The crystal spiral on the coffee table sparkled in the candlelight.

“Don’t look down, Suzie. Don’t look at the pretty lights below you. Just look at the pendant and her my voice, Suzie. Hear my voice and believe it. Trust it. Trust my voice. Trust me.”

A multicolored fog filled Suzie’s mind.

She felt as if she floated on or in billowing clouds keeping her feet from touching the ground. She remembered how once, a child, she had drifted into the deep end of the pool and had managed to keep her head up only by pushing her feet on the pool floor until finally her mother pulled her up and tugged her to the safe end of the kiddie side.

But now her feet touched nothing at all, and she felt herself sinking deeper into the colorful clouds.

Mom.

But she only heard Jessica’s voice calling to her, and her feet landed on the sound of her roommate’s firm and gentle voice.

“You’re so warm and safe, Suzie. The pendant, the colors and light of the pendant make you feel so warm. So safe. Listen to my words, my voice, and as you watch the pendant catch the light. It catches the light, Suzie, like you catch my voice, catch the meaning of my words. Listen to me, you’re so warm, so safe, so sleepy.

“You just want to collapse where you are, don’t you Suzie? But you can’t, you just can’t. You’re eyelids are getting so heavy, but they won’t close, will they Suzie? No, your eyes won’t close, but your eyelids are so heavy. So heavy.

“I want you to imagine you’re standing on top of stairs, okay Suzie? Can you do that? Even though you’re so sleepy, even though you’re eyes are so tired, can you imagine you’re standing at the top of a stairs? Nod if you can.

Suzie nodded her head.

She could. She could imagine.

Jessica smiled at her.

“So smart. So clever. It feels so good to imagine things, doesn’t it? So powerful to pretend. So strong to pretend you’re at the top of a stairs even though you’re so sleepy. Even though you’re so tired and your eyes are so heavy.

“You’re so clever. So strong. Say it.”

Suzie sat quietly for a moment, then she spoke in a barely audible voice, murmuring.

“I’m so clever. I’m so strong.”

“Good girl. I’m going to count down from ten. I’m going to count down from ten, now, and as I count down to ten, I want you to step down the stairs, one step with each number I count down. But be sure to hold the railing on your right. You’re so tired. You don’t want to stumble now. Now that you’re about to take the first step.

“Ten. Step down.

Suzie took one step and waited, holding tightly onto the railing on her right. She was so tired. She didn’t want to stumble. Now that she had taken her first step.

Nine. Step down, Suzie.”

Suzie stepped onto the second step, going downward.

“Eight. Step down, Suzie.”

Another step.

“It’s so dark, it’s so dark at the bottom, but there’s a little light behind you Suzie, a little light flashing behind you, red, orange, white, blue, green, pink. Walk down, carefully Suzie, and hold the railing, sweetie.”

“Seven. Step down, Suzie, step down into the darkness. Six. Step down, honey. Oh, be careful. Hold the rail, darling, and take slow steps. Oh you’re so clever. So clever and strong. And pretty, too. Can you say it for me? Say that you’re pretty as you step down. Five. Step down, Suzie, and say you’re clever, strong, and pretty.”

Suzie stepped down. Halfway. The light flickered behind her, but oh it was so dark below her. So dark where she was going. Her hand gripped the railing.

“I’m so strong. I’m clever, strong, and pretty.”

“Good girl. Four. It’s so much darker now. The light barely flickers behind you. Please be careful, darling.”

Suzie waited for the next number.

She was careful. So careful.

“Step down, pretty girl. Three. You’re almost there, pretty girl. So close. So close now. Two. Step down. A last step, Suzie, and then you’re at the bottom. You won’t be able to see anything, because it’s so dark. One. Step down.

“What do you see, Suzie?”

Suzie hesitated.

“I don’t see anything. It’s so dark.”

“That’s right, good girl. It’s so dark. It’s too dark to see, but it’s okay, you’re so safe now. Because just in front of you. Just right in front of you is a bed. It’s so comfortable, Suzie, and if you take two steps you’ll touch it. You’re so sleepy, all you have to do is take two steps and lie down. Lie down and go to bed.

“Take two steps and tell me when you touch the bed.”

Suzie let go of the railing, took two steps, touched the bed.

“I’m touching it.”

“Do you want to go sleep now, pretty girl? Do you want to lie down and go to sleep?”

Suzie was so tired, so tired, and walking down the steps was so exhausting, so tiring.

Suzie nodded her head.

“Then get in.” Jessica paused a second or two, she spoke up again. “Wait. Aren’t you forgetting something, silly pretty girl?”

Suzie’s head was bent forward, but Jessica could see her eyebrows furled in confusion.

“Don’t you need to take off your clothes before you go to bed? I put pajamas on the bed. Take off your shirt and shorts so you can put them on. Bras are so uncomfortable when you sleep, aren’t they, Suzie? You can take your bra off, too. If you prefer to sleep that way.”

Suzie pulled off her T-shirt, tugged off her sweatpants, and unclasped her bra. She didn’t like to wear bras when she slept. It didn’t matter about her nudity when she slept.

“Crawl into bed, Suzie and go to sleep. But when you fall asleep, you’ll still be able to hear me, to trust me, to believe me. To accept the things I say and to accept what I say as the truth. As your truth, you lovely girl.”

Suzie floundered about for the pajamas, then tumbled sideways and backwards on the couch. She didn’t need pajamas anyway. It was so dark down there. No one could see her.
V

Jessica looked at her prize lying almost nude on the sofa, sound asleep, only her plain white panties, a little frilly sure, covering her feminine modesty. But her breasts, her tits fell to the side as she lay, maintaining shape and swell. So gloriously, so milkily white and free of ink, a gessoed canvas stretched and ready for painting. Almost ready.

She knelt by the sofa and caressed Suzie’s face, wiping her blond hair back from her smooth forehead.

“You’re so sleepy and tired, you’re sleeping now, but you can hear me. You can hear and believe what I say, because it’s your truth, it belongs to you.”

Suzie stirred at Jessica’s touch, but her eyes remained closed.

“You love to be hypnotized. You love to be hypnotized by me. You love to be brought to this place, where you can sleep and dream and hear my voice.

“You need to be hypnotized. It makes you feel so good, so relaxed, so at peace. So loved and admired. When you wake up, all you remember is this sleep. You don’t remember the dreams, but you know the dreams are good. You don’t remember my words, but you believe them. You accept them. Because they come from you.

“You want me to hypnotize you every day.

“You need me to hypnotize you every day.

“You love this.

“You need this.”

Jessica leaned over and kissed Suzie on her slightly parted lips. A quick brushing touch of her lips on Suzie’s lips. This was the part she loved the most. These last, flickering moments of the original person before she transformed them.

Into what?

She looked down and saw Suzie covered in ink, in tattoos, from neck to ankle a walking canvas of artwork. And more than that.

A tattooed whore.

A glimpse of Suzie, covered in tattoos, fucking and sucking a crowded bar of bikers, of losers, boozers and outlaws flashed through her mind’s eyes. Of her boyfriend standing in the doorway horrified at the sight of the cum-covered whore who used to be his one and only.

It didn’t seem to fit.

Then she remembered the dyke at the pool, ogling Suzie from her corner.

Yes.

That’s it.

A tattooed dyke slut.

Who knows? The girl might even like it.

“I’m going to count to ten, precious. From one to ten, so get ready. Can you do that sweetheart? Can you get ready for me? Get ready to climb those stairs. I know you can do it. From one to ten, first step to last step, and with each step you’ll wake up just a little bit more. Just a little bit more. You’re so smart, you’ll know exactly how to do this.

“When you get to the top, you’ll almost be fully awake. You won’t be as tired, but you’ll still be in this trance, listening to and obeying my voice. Because that’ what you like to do, isn’t it? Obey my voice.

“It’s dark now, but you can see the flickering, colored lights at the top of the stair. Just hold onto the railing.”

Here, Jessica reached over Suzie’s body to grip her left hand.

“One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight.”

Jessica let go of Suzie’s hand.

“Nine. Ten. Good afternoon, sleepyhead!”

Suzie’s mind grew clearer and clearer as she stepped up the stairway, holding onto the railing until she neared the top where she could see the steps in front of her in the wavering, colored lights.

She sat up and shook her head. Her hair flopped around her face, and as she pushed her hair behind her, she noticed her toplessness. She quickly covered her bare breasts and looked around.

Why was Jessica kneeling beside her on the floor?

Why wasn’t she wearing a bra or shirt?

“Everything is fine, Suzie. You’re safe. So safe. But you’re getting sleepy again. Let’s go down the stairs one more time. Don’t say anything. Don’t speak. Just close your eyes and listen to my voice.”

Suzie furled her eyes and tried to say no, but her mouth didn’t move. She closed her eyes and listened, waiting for the voice to count her down the stairs. The railing reached out to her and grasped her hand.

“Ten…five…three…two…one.”

She found the bed more easily this time.

She knew just where it was.

Jessica spent the next several minutes repeating what she’d already told her, telling her how much she needed this, loved it, wanted to be hypnotized.

“It’s because you need to obey me. You love to obey what I say, what I tell you. Even waking up, even outside of trance you need it, but especially in trance. It’s how you are. Rooted in the loss of control. Safe in the loss of control. You don’t mind a bit. Because it’s always like this, just me telling you things, and you waking up to the truth of them.”

Jessica brought her back up the stairs, and Suzie woke up, partly, and covered her breasts.

Jessica sent her down the stairs.

“You sleep nude. You like to sleep nude. When you wake up, it’s perfectly natural to be naked. You just need to get dressed is all, silly. You don’t need to make a big deal out of it. Just wake up, put on your shirt, and go about your day. It’s perfectly natural.”

“Eight, nine, ten.”

Suzie woke up, saw her shirt rumpled beside her on the sofa, and slipped it over her head, pulling the bottom past her chest.

“Well,” asked Jessica. “What do you think, sleepyhead?”

Suzie shrugged.

“I’m not sure. Did it work? Did you hypnotize me?”

“I think so,” Jessica answered. “I mean, all I’m able to do is get you to sleep, but that’s something, isn’t it?”

“I suppose so. I don’t what kind of use it could be. I don’t really see the point of it all, to be honest. But I think it’s time to stop. I need to get some homework done. Or something. I need to.”

“Let’s go down the stairs again. One more time. You’re so sleepy, one more nap, and then we can call it quits.

“Ten -

“Nine—

“Eight—

Suzie held the railing to steady herself as she descended into the darkness.

“One. Find the bed, love, and go to sleep.”

“But we can’t always take the time to climb down the stairs and back up again.

“It’s just something you don’t ever want to stop doing. Sometimes you have to stop, but we have the whole day in front of us. You don’t have anything to do. And you want me to hypnotize you all day long.

“But it takes too much time to countdown. Instead, when I say ‘Down the stairs, Suzie,’ you’ll just instantly fall asleep, fall into this trance where everything is safe, and calm, and pleasurable, and where you don’t have any control. And when I want you to wake up, I’ll say ‘Up the stairs, Suzie.” And you’ll be awake. Well, almost awake. You’ll still be in trance. In waking trance. You’ll be yourself, but you’ll also listen to me. Because I know best. For you, anyway. I know how to shape your dreams.

“Up the stairs, Suzie.”

Suzie’s eyes danced open.

“It’s just that—“

“Down the stairs, Suzie.”

Suzie went down the stairs.

“You need to be hypnotized, you love the trance, the deep sleeping. You need it and love it. You get restless without it. Antsy. Anxious.”

Jessica spent several hours that afternoon putting Suzie deeper and deeper into trance, reinforcing her control, reinforcing Suzie’s desire for hypnosis. Until finally she let the girl go, confident that the effects would hold for a while.

“Up the stairs, Suzie,” she said for the final time that day.

Suzie casually found her shirt and slipped over her body, grabbed her sweatpants and tugged the up.

“So that’s that? I’m paid up? I don’t owe you anything? I mean, look at the time! We must have been doing this for hours! For all I know, you’ve been making me do things.”

Jessica looked at Suzie soberly.

“Do you really think so, Suzie? Do you really think I’ve been doing things to you?”

Suzie smiled at her roommate.

No. If anything, the sessions that morning, that afternoon were refreshing. She only remembered constantly falling asleep, dreaming, and waking up again. Over and over. But she didn’t remember anything bad. It was so. Safe.

And out of her control.

Which made her feel. Safe and rooted.

“Well, then. It’s over. You don’t owe me anything. And I won’t ask to hypnotize you again. I promise. No more hypnosis. Unless you want it. Unless you ask me for it.”

That made sense to Suzie.

It was one thing she could agree to, relieved as she was over saving five hundred dollars.
VI

Jessica tried to spend the next couple of days without thinking about Suzie or hypnosis. She went clubbing, stayed overnight at different guy’s the first two nights. Sunday and Monday, leaving Suzie alone to do whatever it was that the boring girl did.

Homework and reading or whatever.

Talking to her lame friends. That redhead friend of hers, what was her name. Erin? Erin, Aaron. That was kind of strange, wasn’t it? Did Suzie? Was Suzie? Secretly?

No. Not that Jessica could tell.

In the meantime, she’d keep her promise. She didn’t need to. But she would. That was the important bit. She had to want it. Want to get hypnotized, tranced. Bewitched. Whatever. In time she’d want to see the changes made into her. But for now, Jessica would have to wait.

And getting her pussy stuffed by random men was one way she had of waiting.
* * *

Suzie collapsed into her bed that Saturday night.

Jessica didn’t come home that night, and she wasn’t there in the morning, which didn’t bother the roommate at all. She liked having the apartment to herself. Gave her a chance to unwind, spread her reading around, her magazines and books, her Sunday paper. Drink tea. Maybe call Erin.

By the time Sunday afternoon turned into the early evening, Suzie began to feel a little antsy. Restless. She couldn’t quite put her fingers on it, but she felt, she really felt like she wanted something. Needed it, really. She just couldn’t say what.

She tried to lie down, nap a little, but when she closed her eyes, colored lights swirled around in her head, and she felt dizzy. Dizzy, restlessly sleepy, and anxious.

Jessica came to the apartment a couple of times, causing Suzie to bite her lip as her heartbeat quickened, but the older student left just as quickly as she came, staying long enough only to grab a change of clothes.

Where she went she didn’t say.

By the time Jessica came home on Tuesday, Suzie knew exactly what she wanted. Needed.

She gave the college Junior time to change and take a shower.

Barely.

She tapped on Jessica’s door, opened it without waiting for a response and entered her bedroom.

Just at that moment, Jessica stepped through her open bathroom door, dressed only in a pink towel covering her body from her breasts to her just below her pelvis.

Jessica looked surprised to see her.

“I’m so sorry for just barging in. It’s just that.”

Jessica stared at Suzie bobbing up and down, constantly changing the foot she stood on. Just like she had to go to the bathroom very badly.

“Could you do it again?”

“Do what, Suzie?”

“Could you hypnotize me again? Please?”

Jessica smiled.

“Down the stairs, Suzie.”

Suzie collapsed to the thick carpet of Jessica’s bedroom.
* * *

Suzie stayed hypnotized for hours every night, continually going deep into trance before coming back up, only to go down again.

Now that Suzie had asked for it the first time, Jessica didn’t wait for further requests, constantly dropping the girl into trances at odd moments, keeping her in hypnotic states for hours, gaining more and more traction over the girl’s mind. All the while keeping her safe. Not changing anything about the girl. Except her need to be hypnotized. To be tranced.

Oh, and yeah. To sleep naked. It was her idea after all, Suzie’s idea.

Wasn’t it?

I mean, it’s just the way I am, isn’t it?

Suzie didn’t think about it that much, though.

It was no big deal.

Just something she started doing that had nothing, absolutely nothing to do with getting hypnotized.

Jessica varied the reinforcements, but she kept them all safe for that week. Just how much hypnosis felt good, just how much loved getting tranced. Bewitched. Whatever. Just how much she needed it. The loss of control. The pleasure.

She kept feeding Suzie her special herbal tea, kept giving Suzie her special bitter gum. It weakened Suzie’s mind, kept her dull and listless, ready for trancing.

Kept burning the special candles, kept filling the apartment with the aroma of savory and pungent scents that Suzie breathed into her being, her psyche.

Without once suspecting the danger, the vulnerability to which she exposed herself.

Or not caring.

Jessica looked after her.

She was safe with Jessica; her voice made her safe.

Safe in the loss of control.

Rooted in powerlessness.

Rooted and safe in the powerlessness, the pleasure of the loss of control.

Towards the end of the week, Jessica added a few wrinkles.

“Your dreams make you feel so good, Suzie. So good. When things feel good they feel so pleasurable. So much pleasure. You don’t like to admit this to yourself, but you get so horny after you’ve been tranced. After I’ve bewitched you. My voice makes you so horny. My voice in your dreams turns you on so much. So much. You just need to touch yourself when you’re alone. Your body. Your breasts, your tits. Your boobs. To just twist your nipples and run your fingers through your wet pussy, your hot, wet, aching pussy. Because you’re wet all the time now. You don’t notice it. Not really. But you’re horny and wet all the time. Because I’m hypnotizing you all the time, and hypnosis gets you horny. Turns you on so much. My voice turns you on. Hearing me. Obeying me. It turns you on.”

She kept feeding her those reinforcements, those suggestions, bringing her up to speak to her, letting her get nervous and excited and worried before dropping her back into bewitchment.

“I’m spelling you really, casting a spell over you, and you can’t see it, and you can’t notice it, but it’s there all the same, covering you like a mesh, restricting what you do, what you say, what you think. Making everything about you dependent on me.

“It’s so safe. So comforting. And nothing about you is different. And that safety, the safety of my voice, gets you so fucking horny.

“Up the stairs, Suzie.”

Jessica asked her if she had any plans for that weekend.

“I need to go home,” Suzie replied. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen Aaron, and I. I’m so.”

“Down the stairs, Suzie.”

Jessica explained to Suzie that Aaron couldn’t really turn Suzie on. That Suzie really wasn’t attracted to Aaron. Nothing against the boy. It just wasn’t Suzie’s thing. She’d try, she did. It’s just that. Well. You know.

She just didn’t really want to have sex with Aaron, anymore.

If pressured, she could just say it was that time of month.

It might be best to drop him, though.

It wasn’t really fair of her to keep going out with him, seeing as she really wasn’t attracted to him.

She actually couldn’t think of a man she was attracted to, could she, when she thought about it. When Suzie thought about it.

Sure. He was out there somewhere.

Probably.

But for right now, she just didn’t find them attractive.

Men.

“Up the stairs, Suzie.”

Would it work? The first like that? Probably not.

Did it really matter, though?

“Drink your tea, Suzie.”

Suzie sipped her tea.

“Down the stairs, Suzie.”

It couldn’t hurt to reinforce that a few more times.

Men were just so, blah, to girls like Suzie.

She didn’t really know why.

She didn’t really have a word for it.

It’s just how she felt.

Not that she spent much time thinking about it.

Maybe she’d think about it later, but for now, men were just, meh. All right, she guessed. Just, you know, meh.

“Up the stairs, Suzie.”

Later that day, Jessica said to her in passing, right before going to bed.

“You really should think about getting a tattoo. I’ve got some ideas if you ever change your about it.”

Suzie shook her head vigorously and frowned.

“I’m not getting a tattoo, Jessica.”

“Suit yourself. You’d look get with one, though. Good night, sweetie.”

That night, Jessica held her breath, turned off her sound machine, and listened to the quietness of the apartment.

And in that quietness she heard heavy breathing, faint wet sounds, and then the high but muffled crying of a woman in orgasm.

Good girl, Jessica thought. So horny.

You’re going to be so horny all the time now.

So horny for my voice.
Part Two
VII

Suzie plopped down on her bed in the bedroom she’d lived in for years, finally at home with her folks, her mom and dad, feeling a happiness she’d not felt for a long time. She’d been homesick, she told herself. She was just glad to be home.

That might have been true, but her happiness carried with it something else. A strange kind of relief at being away. Away from Jessica, away from that apartment, away from those strange smells. Not unpleasant, no. But odd.

Her mind had cleared up during the two hours of her drive home.

That in itself felt weird to her, but she couldn’t deny it.

She’d been living in a bizarre fog for the last week, nothing she could really put her finger on, nothing she could really define. Just a bizarre fog filled with lights and Jessica’s voice.

All that week she’d felt as if she had just woken up from powerful dreams beyond the recall of her memory. She’d wake up from quickly fading dreams into the waking world of Jessica’s smiling face, of Jessica’s golden smooth voice.

Her voice.

It just did something to her, to Suzie.

Then she’d started playing with herself, which wasn’t really like her, fingering herself every time she’d slip into her bedroom or take a shower, always masturbating, fucking herself, with the echo of Jessica’s voice murmuring playfully on the edges of her hearing.

It didn’t bother her.

Just another reason she really, really needed to get home that weekend.

For her folks.

And for Aaron.

Thankfully, Jessica had agreed with her.

“I think it’s a great idea,” she told her, and the anxiety Suzie had felt, the worry that her roommate might not let her go home, melted and vanished away in the sunshine of the noonday world.

Only later, only in the car on the way to her parents’ home, did she wonder to herself why she’d felt anxiety in the first place.

Let me go home? She asked herself. What did that mean? As if she could stop me.

But another part of her felt decidedly grateful, even humbled.

She let me go home, part of her said to herself. She didn’t have to, but she let me go home.

Then those thoughts, too, drifted away as Suzie gazed dreamily at the rolling landscape of low, green hills and small ranches and farms accompanying her on her drive home. The green was already fading into the brown of summer, hot and long in those parts.

Only one incident stood out in her mind as unusual.

Stopping to get gasoline at a small retail strip outside of a small town on the highway home, she glanced up to notice a vape shop next to the convenience store that operated the fuel pumps.

On the other side of the vape shop, large black Gothic letters spelling out Tattoos covered the top part of a dark shop window, on the right side of which stood a narrow, tinted glass door in a steel and aluminum frame.

Suzie couldn’t stop looking at the lettering of the tattoo shop as she filled her tank.

She left the pump handle in the filler hole of her car, trusting in the auto shut-off, and trotted over to the tattoo shop, staring as one entranced at the sign on the door flipped over to show Open.

I mean, she said to herself. How could somebody? What would you get? Did it hurt? What if you didn’t like it?

Her body trembled; her mind spun and whirled.

Images of tattoos she’d seen on other women raced through her mind; possibilities and combinations of possibilities filled her head.

There must be so many choices, she thought, thrilling with excitement. So many ways of marking up your body.

A lump formed in her throat, and she retched.

Then she noticed how wet her groin got, how wet her pussy was getting, how much she needed to slide a finger through her soft, soft lips, rubbing the bullet hard nub of her shuddering clit.

“Jesus, lady, you gonna stand there all day? I need gas too!”

Suzie jumped up, red with embarrassment, and ran to her car, where the pump handle remained stuck in the filler. The auto-shutoff, dangerously trusted, had held.

“Sorry,” she said to the guy in the pickup, who just ducked his head and waved.
VIII

Suzie shyly glanced at her two beaming parents.

Her hands were clean, of course. Not only had she licked her fingers clean afterwards, but she made sure to wash before dinner.

That, too, had been a new thing for her. Licking her fingers while she fucked herself, licking her fingers clean after she masturbated.

“It’s something to try. You should try it. You might like it.”

She could have sworn she’d heard Jessica say that.

But she couldn’t remember it.

Turned out it was something to try, and Suzie liked it. A lot.

Tasting her pussy.

Now her parents gazed at her affectionately from across the dinner table, two round, soft faces set on two soft, round bodies.

But Suzie wouldn’t get round, would she?

She loved her folks, but she didn’t love that about them. Did she?

Oh, everything was just so confusing now!

She had to admit Jessica had been right about that, too.

Earlier that day as she unpacked her small luggage, she found a packet, a small envelope made of scented, tissue-like paper containing Jessica’s special agueweed tea and several pieces of asafoetida gum, individually wrapped in the same kind of scented paper.

She also found a short note on scented stationery.

“You’ve been so ditzy lately,” the note said, “I had to pack the tea and gum for you.”

Then Jessica scrawled a big smiling face with hearts for eyes.

“So ditzy and stupid. It’s kind of cute on you.”

Later her phone vibrated and dinged, and Suzie checked the alert. Jessica texted her.

“Don’t forget to drink the tea and chew the gum, you dummie. I’ll call you later. Before your date tonight.”

So Suzie plopped a piece of the bitter gum in her mouth, chewed it slowly and thoroughly, and swallowed it down with a cup of bitter tea she’d made in the microwave downstairs in the kitchen.

“Oh, that stinks,” her mother had said, walking into the kitchen.

“I like it,” Suzie retorted defiantly.

Now she faced her father, who peered at her in dark blue eyes sunk into his fat, comfortable face.

“I’m so glad you’re home, honey,” he said. “I hope everything is going well for you?”

Suzie nodded.

“You’re so far away,” her mother complained.

Suzie shrugged.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come back home? You’ve proven your point. You could go to the community college here while Aaron finishes his electrician’s certificate.”

“But my career, Mom! How could I get anywhere with a degree from a community college? It’s bad enough I’m going to State.”

Suzie harrumphed in her chair.

“Aaron will make good money,” her father said. “If you two get married, when you have children. You’ll see. You won’t need to think about a career. He’ll take over his dad’s business.”

Suzie’s mother nodded along to her husband’s words.

“Oh you can still work, a little bit of pocket money won’t hurt, but.”

The mother fell silent, letting her sentence go unfinished.

It was all so confusing for Suzie.

Part of her leapt towards accepting her parents’ advice, of moving back home. It seemed so safe and away from Jessica.

She saw an entire life in a house just like her mom and dad’s, two or three children. She saw herself growing old with Aaron at her side, the two of them getting rounder, softer, duller.

It could be hers. A good life. Safe and even a little obedient.

Suzie pressed her thighs together.

But what about Jessica?

Oh, it was so confusing!

She was just a dummie, Suzie was, just a blond, ditzy dummie, so stupid and, well. Kind of cute.

“Maybe,” she said. “I have to think about it. I mean, I have so much at the apartment. I’d have to move everything back.”

“We’ll take care of that, darling,” her father promised.

“And all my schoolwork, my credits, my grades.”

“They’ll transfer,” her mother assured her. “Lower-level courses almost always transfer. You’ll practically be half-way through your associates degree.”

Associates degree. That was something wasn’t it?
IX

Suzie stood in front of her mirror, adjusting the straps of her dress, holding her hair up in various positions, wondering which necklace to wear. A floral yellow sundress hung to just above her knees, and the outlines of her bra and panties showed through the thin, light fabric.

Underwear is always a bother, isn’t it?

Where had she heard that before? Had she heard that before? She assumed she must have. From Jessica, maybe. Indeed, she could almost hear her roommate saying it to her now.

So tight and constricting.

She’d been feeling that way towards the end of last week as a matter of fact. Just a simple discontentment with her bras, her panties, her underwear. A restless dissatisfaction, something disquiet in her mind as she shifted under her dress, trying to get used to the undergarments she usually never noticed.

Except when she went to bed.

She never wore panties or bras to bed.

That would just be foolish.

She snickered as she thought of Aaron seeing her boobs loose beneath her sundress. She reached behind her, lifting to the bottom of the dress to get to the hooks of her bra. Seeing her hips in the mirror, Suzie bit her lip and hesitated.

Why not?

Really, though, she thought as she slipped her panties down her legs and stepped out of them, it doesn’t matter what Aaron thinks. I just need to end things with him. And soon.

She put the conversation at the dinner table firmly behind her.

Whatever happens, I’m not marrying Aaron.

I’m not that kind of girl, she giggled.

There. You couldn’t really tell, she thought.

Just then her phone vibrated and dinged. Another text.

Call me if you want to talk.

Jessica again.

The phone dinged again.

I mean, it might be nice to hear my voice.

Oh my god, that girl is full of herself, Suzie realized.

Why would it be nice to hear her voice?

Suzie paused.

But it would be, wouldn’t it? It would be so nice to hear her voice.

Suzie’s thighs squeezed together, and her pussy clinched.

So nice.

Suzie quickly pushed the green phone on Jessica’s number.

It rang three times, and with each ring Suzie grew more and more excited. Scared.

What if she doesn’t answer?

Another ring.

What if she does?

“Hello, darling. I’m so glad you called.”

Suzie’s heart skipped a beat.

Jessica.
X

Suzie teetered backwards against her bed, falling on her back as she held the phone to her ear. She scooted against her pillows and bent her legs, moving her knees together and apart in fast, nervous continual motions, and the hem of her dress quickly bunched up at her hips.

“You did drink the tea and chew the gum I sent, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” Suzie answered meekly.

“Good. Good girl. I want you to drink that tea in the morning, at lunch, and sometime in the evening, right after you chew your gum. It’ll keep your mind soft that way.”

“Okay.”

A long pause ensued, and Suzie’s knees went still. She held her phone in her left hand, and with her right hand she traced the neckline of her dress, the nails of her bent fingers touching the bare skin of the swell of her breasts. Her nipples hardened, and the fabric felt rough against her sensitive nubs.

“It’ll keep your mind soft and stupid for me, for my voice, Suzie. You’ve been feeling so stupid lately, haven’t you.”

“Yes.”

“Like in a fog,” Jessica’s voice suggested.

Suzie’s pussy moistened, and her lips began to gape as Suzie’s legs spread, her knees parting away from each other.

“It’s okay to be stupid. Now that you have me looking out for you. You don’t have to try to be smart anymore. You don’t have to try to succeed. Cute little things like you don’t really have to do anything, so they definitely don’t need to be smart. A cute little thing like you can just be dumb, so dumb. And that’s okay, isn’t it? To be stupid.”

Silence.

“Is it okay to be stupid, Suzie?”

Suzie nodded.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes.”

“Then say it.”

“It’s okay to be stupid.”

“Who’s stupid, Suzie?

“Me. I am. I’m stupid.”

“Good girl. Down the stairs, Suzie.”

Jessica emphasized so many things that evening, told Suzie so many things about herself, and Suzie took it all in.

Being stupid made her horny.

Listening to Jessica made her horny.

Obeying Jessica made her horny.

Tattoos made her horny.

Just the thought of getting one made her want to fuck herself with her hand practically shoved all the way up her cunt, her hot wet fuckhole that was always so hot and wet nowadays. Always just so. Soaked.

Men didn’t make her horny, though.

It sucked, because she liked them. She supposed she liked them. They just didn’t make her horny.

Maybe she’d find people, people like Jessica, who made her horny.

Maybe later.

“Aaron’s going to fuck you tonight. I know you really don’t want him to, but he’s going to. You won’t enjoy it at all. It won’t be painful or bad. Not really. Just a bother. A nuisance. His cock won’t satisfy you. It never does. You want something else. Something longer, harder. More brutal. Colder. You’ll want someone else. Warmer. Softer. More gentle. Someone gentle and kind who knows how to fuck you hard, because that’s all you really want, isn’t it, a dumb girl like you? Just to be fucked hard.”

More reinforcements, more truths, more orders, suggestions, statements of raw truth.

“You’ll probably have to break up with him afterwards. He’ll be sad of course. It’s for the best though. You won’t be going back home anymore.”

She went up the stairs, she went down the stairs, for an hour, for more than an hour Jessica spoke to her, and when she finally finished, Suzie had two fingers in her very wet pussy, plunging her fingers in and out slowly, lifting up from her slippery cunt to play with her slippery clit, to rub her sensitive, so sensitive hood with the tips of her finger.

Before Jessica hung up on her, before Jessica said goodbye, Suzie found one question she very much wanted to ask her.

“Jessica?”

“Yes darling?”

“Do I want to be a fattie?”

Suzie couldn’t hide the alarm in her voice, the worry.

“No, darling. Voluptuous, like you already are. But not fat. You don’t want to be chubby.”

Suzie sighed with relief, sucking and licking her pussy’s fluids from her fingers.

She wouldn’t get round after all.
XI

Aaron knocked on the door, Suzie’s father opened it wide, smiling broadly and invited the tall, young man inside.

Aaron had wanted to go out with Suzie that night, but before many minutes had passed he found himself sitting on the sofa beside his girl, her father in his favorite armchair, her mother perched erect at the far end of the sofa. The television played a movie, and Aaron settled in for a night of cuddling with his girl. Good ole Suzie.

Before the movie ended, Suzie tugged on Aaron’s arm and winked, gesturing upstairs with her head.

Aaron’s eyes darted over to Suzie’s father, who smiled and nodded at him.

Suzie’s old man wasn’t born yesterday. He knew they’d been fooling around, knew his daughter was no virgin, and if his future son-in-law wanted to go upstairs to be with his girl, well. The old man wouldn’t stand in his way.

He turned off the movie and switched it to the news.

His wife snuggled into her comforter.
XII

Suzie hadn’t wanted to fuck Aaron that night. She just didn’t feel any attraction to the man, to tell the truth. But after her phone call to Jessica, she just felt so horny, and that horniness didn’t dissipate throughout the entire movie. So. She had Aaron. Even though the thought of it kind of made her feel icky, she led him on. Somehow she knew she just had to let Aaron fuck her that night.

Even though it wouldn’t be good.

And when it was over, she felt somehow vindicated.

The bad sex made calling the whole thing off much, much easier.

For her, anyway.

Aaron? He kind of just whimpered, looked crushed, and left.

“I’ll check on you tomorrow. You might see things differently after a good sleep.”

Suzie doubted it.

“Sure,” she said. “You’re sweet.”

She was still horny, and she fell asleep with her hands in wet groin, imagining Jessica’s voice, and wishing someone were out there who could fuck her, and fuck her hard. Brutal. But soft.
Part Three
XIII

Jessica kept her under that week.

She doubted some of her techniques, so she spent much of the weekend Suzie went home researching and reading about, um. Hypnosis. Spell casting. Mind control. One case study did intrigue her; the methodology was sound, and the results looked promising. No doubt the scientific world looked upon the research as little more than the wild scribblings of an old grey madman, but when did Jessica ever allow herself to be swayed by the empirical despotism of science?

It might work, she thought to herself ready encourage. It just might work.

Oh, she had done similar things before.

She’d used hypnosis to get unsuspecting women to cover themselves in tattoos, lose their inhibitions, become just total sluts.

That part was fairly easy.

But to turn a straight girl?

To really turn a straight girl? Not just a few fumbling kisses and hot heavy petting in the dark, but to really turn her into an exclusively lesbian, hot pussy-munching dyke with an insatiable appetite for female flesh? Just the thought of it did things to her, tingled her all up inside, made her nervous and greedy to try it out.

Suzie was a straight girl.

There had never even been the tiniest hint of curiosity when they went clubbing those early days.

She had her open up about Aaron, and Suzie let slip a lot of things about herself. Expectations of marriage. Lots of sex with the young man. The occasional orgasm as Aaron, bless the boy’s heart, tried.

The temptation to stray.

Jessica suspected that more than anything stopped Suzie from continuing to go out with her. Too many interested men at the clubs. Too many easy pickings. Too much attention.

Jessica had watched the poor girl just ooze with excitement at all the boys hitting on her. She had been absolutely gobsmacked when Suzie rejected all offers.

“I can’t cheat on Aaron,” she’d say after Jessica would ask her why.

Well, she’d gotten the girl to break up with the boy. Almost.

They had agreed upon a break.

Time off for her to find herself. To grow.

To give Aaron a chance, too.

Jessica feigned excitement.

“Now you can go clubbing with me. Find some hot guys to hook up with.”

It should have sounded fun to Suzie.

She kept both of her hands on the wheel, speaking to Jessica through the dashboard, but even without seeing her Jessica heard the noncommittal shrug in Suzie’s voice.

“I suppose,” she said.

It should have sounded fun to Suzie, going out, getting wild, hooking up with random men, finally spreading her, erm, wings.

And something to stir below, something pitched in her gut, but just thinking about it, going out, hooking up. It all seemed so. Meh.

The right guy was out there, she knew it. But somehow she also knew that most of the men out there were just, meh.

Jessica didn’t want to waste that reluctance. She knew her words were taking a toll on Suzie’s psyche, but she couldn’t be sure how long that influence would last.

Despite the spells, the drugs, the hypnosis.

After all, Aaron had talked Suzie into staying with him, for the time being.

She’d need her for at least a week, she figured. Just her and me. I can take next week off. School’s out, she doesn’t work.

Jessica worked part-time as a hostess at one those expensive restaurants boasting a chef and a French name, Chez Froggie or something like that.

She’d call in, they could fire her or keep her. It didn’t matter.

She didn’t need the work, but it helped her to meet people.

Anywhere did, if you thought about it.

One week.

She wouldn’t be thinking about Aaron or home after that.

She bought some magazines, practiced her techniques, and waited for the girl to get back.

Suzie’s voice drifted through her mind.

“Do I want to be a fattie?”

Good lord. What kind of question was that?
XIV

Jessica kept her under all that week.

As soon as Suzie walked through the door, Jessica said, “Down the stairs, Suzie.”

Suzie dropped her luggage and collapsed on the carpet, out cold.

Or cold enough.

Jessica knew Suzie could hear her.

She lighted the candles, chanted her mantras, sipped her infused rum, pulled her loose leggings down along with her panties, and sat cross-legged on the floor, cradling the girl’s head in her lap, holding Suzie’s nose close to her steaming and flowing pussy.

She leaned over to her right to drag a small clay bowl closer to the edge of the coffee table. Then she straightened and bent her head over Suzie face, tilted on its side, Suzie’s nose so close to Jessica’s exposed cunt.

Her scent rose from her lap, and she knew Suzie must be engulfed in it.

She hadn’t showered since the morning of the day before yesterday; she needed her area to be pungent, earthy, funky. She needed her scent to flow from her pussy in waves of intoxicating aroma, drowning the entranced Suzie.

Jessica dipped her fingers into her saturated cunt, breathing deeply and shivering with pleasure as she rolled her fingers deep inside her crevice. She wanted to fuck herself silly, to jam her fingers inside her and cum, but she needed to be patient, to let this all grow. Desire and lust meant power, desire and lust increased her power, and she’d need all of it for this.

She’d never done anything even remotely close to this before.

Not been with a girl, another woman. She’d had some experiences, of course. A threesome here and there with some hunk and another babe. But that excitement, that pleasure, came more from the exhibition for the guy and less from enjoyment in the other as a woman, as the body of a woman.

She’d never experience another woman before, solo, as a lover, as a sole sexual partner.

But with Suzie’s sleeping face so close to her pussy, so close, her body, Jessica’s body, thrilled with a barely controllable sexual energy.

An energy she’d need.

Because it wasn’t just this first lesbian, exclusively lesbian moment that came as a first for Jessica.

She’d never gone this deep before. Or planned to.

She read as many case studies as she could, researched as many books, articles, videos as she could find. She was sure she could do it.

She removed her wet and sticky fingers from her boiling and trembling vagina and dipped them into a small clay mortar where she had ground her agueweed and asafoetida. Her fingers now covered in the ground herbs, she pressed them against Suzie’s lips until the girl’s mouth opened. Jessica’s fingers slipped deep into Suzie’s mouth, where she felt Suzie’s tongue and lips lick and suck on her fingers in the girl’s sleep.

Jessica’s eyes closed, and she breathed in deeply, calming her mounting thrill.

“My words are your words,

“My thoughts are your thoughts,

“My will is your will,

“By spirits of wind, earth, and flame,

“By magic, trance, and drug

“I bind you to me.

“I bind you to me.

“I bind you to me.”

Jessica’s face flushed red as she finished repeating those words, and her breath came in ragged puffs of exhilaration. Struggling to master herself, she leaned over Suzie, brushing her hair from her face, and caressing her cheek the back of her knuckles.

So sweet.

“You’re so asleep, pretty girl. You’ve been so sleepy and tired and now you’re just as sound asleep as you can be, dreaming of my voice and getting so horny. So horny. And everything I say you believe, you accept. You can’t help but believe it. And even though you’re so asleep, so deeply asleep, I’m going to take you deeper and deeper, Suzie. I’m going to take you so deep.

“Because that’s the only way we can change you, isn’t it? By taking you deep. And you so much want to be changed, don’t you? You’re so silly, you’re so stupid, maybe you don’t know that yet, so I’ll tell you. You want to be changed. You want me to change you.

Suzie stirred, her head moved, jerked; a low moan came from her mouth.

It might have been the word “no.” She might have been shaking her head.

It didn’t matter, though. Did it?

Not at this point.

Jessica slid the fingers of her right hand over the warm, wet lips of her pussy, gliding her fingers over her swollen warmth, her own hips pitching forward to fuck herself, pitching up and forward to fuck Suzie’s sweet and tender face.

She slipped her wet fingers into Suzie’s mouth.

Suzie’s lips wrapped around her fingers, and Jessica felt her tongue once again sliding over knuckles and nails, tasting her fluids, tasting her pussy.

“Yes you do silly. You’re so deep right now, you can barely hear me, but you can hear me. It’s making you so horny.”

Suzie’s hips pitched and rolled.

“That’s why you’re licking my pussy juices.”

Jessica resisted an urged to reach under her dress to see how wet Suzie was.

Another groan came from the sleeping girl.

“I’m going to count from ten to zero, sweetie. I’m going to count from ten to zero, and with each count you’re going to drop deeper and deeper and deeper, so deep you won’t even be sleeping, so deep you won’t be able to understand me. You’ll hear my words, but you won’t know what they mean. You won’t care. It won’t matter.

“So deep, and with every count down to zero, you’re going to get hornier, and hornier, and hornier. Until you just can’t take it anymore, but you’ll have to, sweetie. You’ll have to take it, darling.”

“Ten—

“Nine—

“Eight—

Jessica felt hazy, foggy. Clouds seemed to roll in from the edges of her mind, and she could feel herself sinking, a sleepiness overcame her, but she persevered.

“Seven—

“Six—

Jessica closed her eyes, her lids weighed so much, her eyelids were like lead.

The next number came in a murmur.

“Five—

Jessica’s head jerked forward, and she startled, wakening slightly, and then falling back to the drooping drowsiness.

“Four—

“Three—

The sound of her voice came from somewhere above her now, Jessica felt, oh she couldn’t say how she felt, incredible, immersed, tired, exhausted, drowsy so drowsy, but exuberant, vibrant, fully in control now.

“Two—

A mole. She felt like a mole.

“One—

“Zero—

So deep now baby. We’re so deep. We’re beneath sleep, darling. Where I can change you.

Jessica didn’t even bother speaking. Words had no use, no point, no function. My voice is inside you always now, Suzie. Driving you crazy, making you so horny, so wet, so ready to fuck. So ready to fuck anybody. Because that’s all you are.

Suzie’s body trembled and shook. Jessica could feel her mind resisting her.

Then she remembered why she came down here, why she came this far.

This is where I’m going to do it.

This is how.

So ready to fuck anybody and everybody.

But not men, Suzie.

You don’t want to fuck men.

Above, fathom upon fathom above, league upon league, Suzie’s body tensed, and her mind froze, hardened, like molten steel poured into cold water.

That too didn’t matter.

Nothing Suzie did matter now.

Even if she woke up, it wouldn’t matter.

Jessica remembered her research.

She opened her mind. She opened, well, something. Here words failed, her descriptions had no meaning. Analogies, metaphors, symbols rolled by her, above her, below her. She caught bits and pieces of mental stuff, shards of dreams, unfinished ideas, poorly articulated needs. Nothing really made sense, but here too she had read ahead, spending the entire weekend researching for this moment.

After a while (time had no meaning), she found (space had no meaning) what she was looking for (objects had no meaning): fear, loathing, disgust, repulsion, revulsion. She found the things that caused or correlated with those feelings of fear, loathing, disgust, repulsion, revulsion, and bundled them. Spiders, sewage, garbage bins full of maggots, public restrooms and portable johns, bad smells of sulfur and flatulence.

She grabbed anything and everything unpleasant, whether bad to look at, stomach-churning to smell, or nauseating to hear.

She stayed away from anything that might induce pity or sympathy.

Like crushed and tattered roadkill. Or childhood diseases.

Patiently, methodically she conjured every image of men she could find in Suzie’s psyche, and she attached all those feelings to those images of men, of boys, of the masculine form. Suzie loved hunks, tight muscular chests, tight strong biceps, chiseled abs. Strong jaws. Anything carved by Michelangelo basically.

Tall men.

Skinny men.

Short men.

Stout men.

Plump?

Really, Suzie?

Suzie’s mind giggled.

Jessica felt her roommate thaw a little, her mind adjusting and adapting to her presence there.

Then she saw it clearly, like a memory; it was a memory, several of them. From not long ago.

All those nights they spent clubbing.

Suzie had been so turned on, so happy.

All those boys giving her so much attention, all that flirting.

Jessica never realized how much it cost her roommate not to cheat on Aaron, not to just let any random guy have his way with her.

Because she had wanted it, and she wanted it still.

She’d gone home every night and masturbate herself to sleep, unbelievably turned on.

Oh you poor, poor girl, Jessica thought. And now you’ll never fuck another man in your life.

Suzie’s body and psyche shook and trembled, Jessica felt the fear overwhelm her, the alarm. Jessica withstood the wave of Suzie’s resistance, and she held firm.

Don’t worry, honey. You won’t ever want to. I promise.

Jessica dragged every region of Suzie’s mind for anything good, sweet, pleasant, attractive.

She scoured her mind for anything that turned the girl on, and when she came to the men of Suzie’s imagination and longing, she carefully pried all feelings of desire, all feelings of lust, all feelings of excitement and sexual arousal the girl associated with men, maleness, and masculinity, and she bundled them in a package together with the warm fuzzies of butterflies, songbirds, sunsets, sunrises, moonbeams, sparkly things, and all cuddly pets.

Kittens, puppies, and bunny rabbit dreams.

Then she went back to Suzie’s images and concepts of women, woman, and womanhood.

It took patience, it demanded a long time (but here time proved meaningless) of grit, persistence, and fortitude, but eventually Jessica attached lust and good feelings to every curve and inch of a woman’s body, her boobs, her tits, her lips, her pussy, her cunt, her legs, thighs, calves, ankles, wrists, hair, feet and hands, everything, all things woman and womanhood were made not only sweet and warm to Suzie, but hot, achingly hot, spiking her arousal and lust.

On a sudden whim, she attached much of Suzie’s arousal to the girl at the pool, the lesbian at the pool who never took her eyes of Suzie the entire time they laid out in the sun.

Gross, Suzie?

We’ll see.

Jessica stifled a laugh.

Would it work?

That scribbler’s research assured her it would.

Then she did one last thing, and this time she did speak, using her voice as well as her mind to plant the deep seeds deep into the fertile ground of Suzie’s psyche.

“I’m going to make a little recording for you, a little recording of my voice for you. Here, so deep inside you that you won’t ever be able to turn it off. It’ll be my voice endlessly repeating the same things, over and over just for you, deep inside you, changing you forever.

“This recording will be your truth and your being, and you’ll accept all of it. It will be loudest when you sleep, but at all times you’ll hear an echo of it, prompting you, reminding you, telling you who you are. It will calm and relax you, and you’ll find your greatest strength in it. Here’s the recording I want you to hear.”

Jessica paused, collecting her thoughts. She had to get the words right. Everything depended on getting the words just right.

“I’m a lesbian. Girls turn me on so much. I want to have sex with girls all the time. I think about them at all times, every moment of every day. I love their breasts, their hair, their lips, their eyes, their pussies, their asses. I love their cunts and their assholes. It all turns me on so much. So very much. Girls turn me on so much. I’m a lesbian.

“I’m a lesbian.”

The colors inside Suzie’s psyche flickered a moment, then held their original hue.

But Jessica knew that given enough time and repeated trances, repeated hypnotic sessions, this might work. It just might work.

With that Jessica counted the slow ascent to Suzie’s waking mind, where so much work remained to be done.
XV

Jessica’s legs cramped. The weight of Suzie’s head nestled between Jessica’s thighs, her face turned so close to Jessica’s wet and trembling hole, caused her legs to fall asleep.

She wanted to shift, to move her legs, but she didn’t want Suzie waking up, disturbed.

She didn’t think it would matter at this point, but still.

I want to keep her under. I want to keep her under all week long.

Her fingers plunged into the wetness of her cunthole, lips gaping wide as she sat cross-legged with Suzie’s face in her lap.

Her pussy was so wet, she covered her fingers in her vaginal secretions, and stuck her fingers back inside the sleeping girl’s half-open mouth.

She repeated her earlier suggestions.

“You’re so sleepy, so sleepy, and your dreams are so wonderful. So sexy. So sexual. My voice makes you so horny. The smell of my pussy in your dreams makes you horny, so horny for pussy, so horny for the taste of pussy. You can smell my pussy right now, can’t you? You’re horny and wet all the time now. Hypnosis turns you on. My voice turns you on. Hearing me. Obeying me. You get so hot, so turned on, so aroused.

“I’m going to count to ten again, Suzie. And with each count up I want you to pay close attention. Even though you’re so ditzy, when you try, Suzie, when you really try, you can be smart. So smart. Smart enough to pay attention.

“One—

“Two—

“Three—

“Four—

“Five—

“Six—

“Seven—

“Eight—

“Nine—This is as high as we get this week, Suzie, as high as I let you get. You’re so awake now, so close to being fully awake and aware. You know you’re hypnotized, but you like it, you’re so hot, so sexy, so turned on. Turned on all the time now, by my voice, by the smell of my pussy. You’re face is so close to my pussy now, isn’t it? If you open your eyes, you’ll be staring right into my cunt, so turned on, so horny, so much wanting to taste pussy, you love to taste your own pussy, don’t you?

“You love the taste of your pussy, and you love the taste of my pussy, you’ve been tasting it all morning long. All afternoon you’ve been licking my fingers, and my fingers have been in my pussy almost this whole time, stroking my pussy, getting my so wet, so turned on, so turned on by having your pretty little face so close to my hot cunt.”

Jessica had to pause, collect herself, so close to cumming, so close to an orgasm, so close to grinding her cunt into her roommate’s adorable face, her mouth half-open, dribbling spit onto the beige carpet. Some of the spit dropped on Jessica’s inner thigh, near her warm and puffy outer labia.

The quickly cooling warmth reminded her of cum, of a man spewing pulling out and spewing over her spasming hole, lips flared and heated.

“You’ve been licking the juice of my pussy of my fingers, girl, and you’ve been loving it, so turned on. So hot.”

Suzie’s lips continued sucking on Jessica’s fingers, the hypnotized girl’s hips thrusted and jerked, trying to fuck something that wasn’t there.

Her thighs spread, and her left hand shot to her groin, her wet center, to paw the wet valley her pussy had become.

The girl groaned loudly around Jessica’s fingers.

Suzie’s mind was on fire.

She smelled the strong, pungent aroma of her roommate’s pussy, she knew it must be so close to her. She was so turned on, hypnotized, hypnotized to love pussy, she knew that must be the case, Jessica told her so. She had hypnotized her all last week, and now she was going to hypnotize her all this week, and there was nothing she could do about it.

She couldn’t fight Jessica.

Everything in her burned to taste her cunt.

Her fingers traveled the smooth, wet lips of her pussy, going over the hump of her mons before diving in her scalding hole.

This is as conscious as I’m going to be this week. This is as much control as I’m ever going to have this week.

The realization of her powerlessness sent shivers of fear and excitement through the girl.

Somewhere deep inside she knew that she hated this, knew that she wouldn’t be caught dead doing anything with another girl, knew that nothing in her wanted this.

She also knew that even that had been changed somehow.

That the old her would slip away forever.

Jessica had altered her.

How much, she couldn’t know.

How much, she could only suspect.

She changed me.

She changed me.

I have no say in what she does to me now, or what she’ll make me become.

The muscles of Suzie’s cunt tightened around her knuckles.

Suzie purred to herself as Jessica stroked her cheeks with the back of her fingers.

“Open your eyes, Suzie.”
XVI

Visual exploration of Jessica’s pussy at 9, slowly dropped back to 7, then 6, then 5 where she begins to lick Jessica’s pussy, continuously hypnotized to love it, to need it.

Summary of rest of the week

Suzy’s eyes opened and met Jessica’s slit.

She wanted to turn her head, jerk away with a disgusted start, but she continued staring at her roommate’s wet and pungent hole with a fascination bordering on outright lust.

Lust.

She recognized the thrill, the need.

She’s changing me. I like pussy now. Or I will. She’s going to make me like pussy. She’s going to make me need pussy, to drool on myself just thinking about it.

About her.

About her pussy.

Her cunt.

The vision of it so close to her face mesmerized her, the way Jessica’s thigh, her left thigh, bent away from her groin. Suzie’s head lay on Jessica’s right thigh, the right side of her face touching the girl’s warm bare skin, and Suzie’s mouth tingled with the taste of Jessica’s vaginal fluids.

My god, she thought. She’s been making me taste her pussy from her fingers, making me like it. Making me need it.

And she did need, how could she deny it? Every nerve in her body screamed for her to lean forward and caress Jessica’s beautiful, beautiful folds with the tip of her tongue.

Two fleshy lips extended, wet and crinkly soft, and a thin crease where her inner labia met promised a depth of heat and moisture. Above her lips crouched a smaller fold of skin, hiding the precious clitoris. Jessica’s pussy was wet, wide, and, my god, nosey, spicy, piquant and pungent.

She hadn’t showered or bathed in two days, and the odor engulfed Suzie’s face, resting in her roommate’s lap, in an overwhelming atmosphere of body and heat.

A handful of tiny moles outlined the area surrounding her left thigh, just beyond the meeting of her outer labia and the creased lines where her legs joined her pelvis.

Jessica’s pussy and mons were bare, shaved, smooth.

Not even a stubble showed.

And below her vaginal area, her asshole hid behind the fleshy groove and rounded crevice of her ass cheeks, contributing to the rich and fecund aroma.

Her open lips called for Suzie’s tongue, and she so wanted to yield, to give in, to not deny herself the pleasure of finally, finally tasting her roommate outright.

But she could deny it.

She could still deny it, still resist it, resist Jessica, resist those suggestions, that enchantment laid so deeply into her mind.

It was her mind. She was the master of her own mind and no one else.

And no one was going to make her lick a pussy.

Especially one that hadn’t had a bath in two days.

“Go down one step, Suzie. Eight. Go to eight, baby.”

Jessica’s voice reverberated in her head.

Suzie sank a little deeper, a little more into her trance.

No, she shouted inside her. No, dammit. No.

“You’re so sleepy, so silly. So stupid. Go to seven, Suzie. Just a little deeper, baby.”

Suzie wanted to wake up, screamed to wake up.

Please god, won’t someone wake me up!

But she was so sleepy.

So silly and stupid.

“You need me to think for you, darling, and I’m going to start thinking for you when you go a little lower, just sink a little bit more, sweetie. Can you do that for me? I know you can. I know you want to. Go to six, baby. Six.”

Suzie stifled a yawn.

Jessica continued speaking, but Suzie’s mind wandered, finding it hard to pay attention, she felt so tired.

“I’m just going to hold your head now, okay baby? I’m going to hold your head and press your slutty little dyke mouth against my cunt. And when I do, that’s when you start licking me.”

“Five, baby.”

Jessica, true to her word, pressed Suzie’s unresisting and half-asleep face into her warm and juicy center. Jessica rolled her cunt over the girl’s face while grabbing her hair like handles to mush her roommate’s head against her, thoroughly covering Suzie’s face in a sheen of vaginal fluid.

Then she held her mouth steady against her opening.

“Lick, Suzie. Lick my pussy.”

Suzie opened her mouth. The stink of Jessica’s cunt filled her nose, and Suzie stuck her tongue out to taste Jessica directly, to drink from the well. Suzie, dazed and sleepy as she was, groggy but still awake, plunged her tongue between Jessica’s open labia, licking upwards and then downwards, not quite knowing how to do this.

“That’s it, baby. It feels so good, and you’ll get used to doing this. Because I’m going to teach you. I’m going to teach you how to lick my pussy for the rest of the night. You’re going to be such a lesbian, Suzie, after I get done with you. I’m going to make your mind so gay, so dyke.”

She loosened her pull on Suzie’s hair, still holding but not yanking so hard.

“Lick all around my pussy, Suzie. Lick outside, where my thighs meet my cunt. Yeah. There. Lick around me, lick my sweat, my grime, my slimy pussy. Lick my slimy pussy, Suzie.”

Suzie licked slow circles around Jessica’s lips, licking the flat flesh between her thighs and extended lips with the broad, flat surface of her tongue. The sharp, salty taste of Jessica’s skin melted into Suzie’s mind, sending shockwaves deep into the interior of Suzie’s psyche, already in the midst of a mystical transformation far from the fields of the domain of science.

Jessica’s vagina, Jessica’s vulva, grew wetter and wetter, fluids poured from her hole, then gushed. Suzie struggled to swallow, longing to gulp all of her lover’s juices, all of her roommate’s secretions, her precious roommate, her darling Jessica. She opened her mouth wide, wider, covering her lover’s fat slit, slit no longer but wide open crevice, hot and yielding. She covered her lover’s pussy, chewing on her throbbing clit, and Jessica whined at the electric pleasure.

Jessica for her part wandered in midst of swirling lust, nebulous vortices of changing colors and hues, every one of them blinking and flashing for her, everyone of them calling out to her. She knew without a doubt that her destiny would resolve into fucking Suzie, a weird doom of frantically fucking Suzie’s lovely face, an exquisite fate of grinding her boiling cunt into Suzie’s face over and over and over again.

It’s what the stupid silly girl needed.

The carpet burned Jessica’s ass as she fucked her roommate’s face harder and harder, shoving her cunt into her mindslave and oozing her secretions into her brainless minion’s mouth, a mouth meant only for pleasing Jessica now. And oh god, she was so good.

Suzie was so good at it.

So devoted, so enthusiastic.

Jessica groaned when Suzie’s tongue slid between her lips, and she shuddered when her mouth sucked at her clit, and she began to shriek like a kettle as her orgasm rose boiling from her steaming cunt.

“I’m cumming. Goddammit, I’m cumming. I’m cumming, baby. I’m cumming all over your face. Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn, oh fuck.”

Jessica pushed Suzie over, squatted over her head, and hammered her pussy into her as Suzie’s head thumped against the carpet. She didn’t care. She didn’t care if she battered the poor girl senseless, and Suzie didn’t care either. Why would she? Her Jessica, her one and only Jessica was cumming all over her fucking face.

A voice deep inside her screamed in mute protest, but that voice came from a place that would fall utterly silent, forever vanishing as time went on.
XVII

Jessica had kept her under all that week, and now Suzie emerged from her sessions, if you could call it emerging, irrevocably changed. She had slept so much between sessions of hypnosis, sessions of licking Jessica’s pussy, sessions of making out with Jessica, sessions of touching and kissing Jessica’s body, her boobs, her tits, her ass cheeks, her asshole, sucking her toes, sucking her fingers, her tongue, her clit. No spot on Jessica’s hallowed body was off-limits for Suzie’s worship, and worship it Suzie did.

Every night she had gone to sleep, and those hypnotic spells cast by Jessica went to work, changing Suzie from the inside, an endless chanting of new magical laws to rule over her.

“I’m a lesbian. Girls turn me on so much. I want to have sex with girls all the time. Women. I think about them at all times, every second of every minute of every hour of every day. I love their breasts, their hair, their lips, their eyes, their pussies, their asses. I love their cunts and their assholes. I need to lick a woman’s asshole. Their feet. I need their feet. I need to suck toes.

“It all turns me on so much.

“So very much.

“I’m a lesbian.”

A feeling, a sensation, an emotion, and an image accompanied every thought for every word, irresistibly changing the young woman, creating a new identity in place of the old one.
XVIII

Suzie gazed numbly through her dark lenses at the sun glinting in a thousand reflecting sparkles off the rolling blue surface of the pool. Her nose twitched at the biting smell of chlorine. But she adored the aromas of coconut oil rising from the bodies of three young college students lying side by side on lounge chairs nearby.

They had just finished spreading their suntan lotion over their smooth skin, and Suzie bit her lip, aroused almost beyond endurance.

I’m a lesbian.

All I can think about is running my tongue around their gorgeous assholes.

Suzie’s hips ground noticeably into her seat as she rubbed her thighs together, trying hard to keep from openly masturbating at the poolside.

It was so hard to be around women and not touch them

It was so hard to be around such pretty girls and not kiss them.

God how she wanted to taste their fresh, sexy mouths.

Suzie lazy mind drifted to a similar scene, only two weeks ago. Only a lifetime ago.

She cringed inside at the very idea of the swimsuit she had worn then.

Then, Suzie felt overdressed looking at the three women, who all wore shiny, very revealing bikinis. Now her own bikini showed just as much skin, wonderful female skin, ready to be licked, kissed, and caressed by another woman.

Then she noticed another person on the other side of the pool reclined on a deck lounge in the far corner.

The same girl from two weeks ago. She too wore a bikini. She was dressed the same way, as far as Suzie could remember, the same purple bikini top, large patches of fabric covering her wide, low boobs. The same sunglasses. Cut-off shorts with a wide, black leather belt. The same black sneakers.

And again Suzie wondered why she had come down to the pool at all.

Not for sunbathing, she lay in the shade.

It didn’t matter.

Suzie saw the dark-haired girl staring at her, but she didn’t turn away. She kept her gaze on the girl’s sunglasses, a smile playing upon her lips.

Suddenly, Suzie knew what she wanted. A sudden, flaming need to possess the odd creature with jet black hair shot through Suzie’s body, and she trembled with the need of it, a need which took the shape of words in her mind.

You don’t mind the girls looking. You like it. Girls like to see your body, too, Suzie.

Almost without thinking about it, Suzie spread her thighs, making sure the other girl could see, and hooked a knee over the arm of her lounge, showing the puffy lips bursting from the sides of the narrow strip of cloth, little more than a string, covering her vagina, shaved and wet. Then, not caring whether anyone else saw her, completely indifferent to getting caught, unable to even think of any ramifications of her actions, she slipped a hand between her thighs, stroked her pussy long and slow, and moved the string away from her cunt slit, offering a full view to the lesbian across the pool—and to anyone else looking.
XIX

Her name was Veronica, Suzie learned later, but she called herself Ronnie.

Ronnie was shortish, squarish, stoutish, and, in turned out, hairy.

Suzie loved every inch of her body, Ronnie’s woman body, so female and natural. She wondered to herself, as her tongue roamed from Ronnie’s thin lips to her round, squarish chin, down her flat, squarish tits, and over her flat, stoutish belly, then back up to nibble on her large, fat nipples. Suzie marveled at the size of Ronnie’s areolas; they were light-colored, hardly distinguishable from the surrounding skin, but the covered almost the entirety of her boobs, silver-dollar-sized areolas, pink and pleasant.

Suzie flicked her tongue out, then quickly bit each nipple.

“Ow,” yelped Ronnie.

“Sorry,” Suzie replied, grinning. “I couldn’t help it. I had to.”

Suzie’s face stayed close to Ronnie’s body, kissing and hovering close to her skin as she made her way to Ronnie’s thighs, so soft and thick, plush, Suzie thought, plush thighs for a stout girl. She could smell Ronnie’s arousal steaming from her groin, her pussy, a thin line surrounded by fat flesh, long stripes of fat flesh waiting to be excavated. A thin, delicious crease.

Part of Suzie’s mind trembled, she was so new to this. So new to the experience of making love. Properly. With another woman, the way it should be. But her mind resisted. Part of it resisted, remembering an earlier Suzie, a much different Suzie, and not quite able to bring the two together.

I’m not like this, it said, but it was only the echo of an old protest.

Jessica had done so much to her.

She had left her in a trance, night after night, day after day, reinforcing her change with lesbian porn playing constantly in the background, sometimes binding her with a vibrator stuck in her wet cunt while she soaked in the sounds and sights of women fucking each other, kissing each other, making love to each other. She slept and woke to a Sapphic debauchery, touching and fucking herself continually to one image after another, consuming lesbian pornography like food, food for the eyes and eyes, and the voice in her mind changing her continued unabated. She was a lesbian, even though she could remember a time when she was not. A time, not long ago, when the very idea of sleeping with Ronnie disgusted her.

She was so ashamed of herself, so deeply ashamed.

How could she have ever found this beautiful human being, this beautiful woman, disgusting?

I’m disgusting, she realized. Or I used to be disgusting before Jessica fixed me. Broken and twisted.

Suddenly, Suzie moved her head up Ronnie’s body and kissed her deeply on the girl’s thin and startled mouth, her lips opening to poke her tongue, so long and wet and hot, against Ronnie’s short tongue, playing with the girl’s tongue sensually and happily.

When she broke the kiss, she grinned at her new lover.

“I’m going to suck your pussy, and I’m not going to stop until I hear you screaming. My fucking god. Your pussy is so sexy. So hot. So gorgeous.”

Suzie’s mouth found Ronnie’s lips, her pussy lips so fat around the long slit, and she opened the crevice with her tongue, sliding her tongue from the bottom to the top until Ronnie’s cunt expanded and began to unfold.

“Use your fingers,” Ronnie panted. “That feels so good. Use your fingers, fuck me with your fingers and suck my clit. Oh god, there. Yeah, there. Just like that baby. Just like that. Oh god, oh fuck. You’re so good, yeah, oh god you’re so hot.”

Ronnie started to massage her tits, pinching her nipples and squirming from side to side, wagging her head as Suzie kept tonguing and sucking her pussy. Suzie couldn’t believe how wet Ronnie’s cunt became, secretions poured from her lips, and Suzie’s face was wet and sticky with Ronnie’s juices, but still the young women didn’t cum.

Ronnie grabbed a fistful of hair behind Suzie’s head and rammed her face hard against her groin, thrusting her hole harder and harder against Suzie’s face, grinding her thighs against the sides of Suzie’s head. Suzie had to use both hands to shove her thighs apart, forcing the girl to keep her legs spread as she devoured her flowing pussy, smearing her face with Ronnie’s juices and lapping at her folds, now fully extended, ragged and swollen, shoving two fingers into her gaping hole and sucking her clit.

Loud, wet, plops filled the room, and Ronnie started to groan.

“Do you like that, baby? Do you like my fingers fucking your tight hot pussy? Do you like my fingers inside you? Are you ready to cum, baby? Are you going to cum for me, sweetie?”

Suzie’s voice was hot and tender, savage and soft, and when she saw how hard Ronnie’s nipples were, she crept over her body while still stroking her pussy, taking her fingers out to spread her lips the flat of her hand, fanning them quickly, over and over while stooping over the shuddering girl to suck a tit, covering Ronnie’s nipple with her hot wet mouth, and sucking the tit in deep.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” Ronnie kept chanting, “please fuck me, please, please fuck me.”

Ronnie’s legs where now spread wide and flat on the bed, bent frog-like; she could only stay still, shuddering as her lover fucked her and stroked her, fanning the flames of her cunt towards orgasm, kissing and biting and sucking on her nipples, one after the other. Desperately, Ronnie held the back of Suzie’s head, gently massaging the back of her head, running her fingers through her soft hair, as her mouth made love with her tits.

She couldn’t take much more of this.

She had pined after Suzie for weeks, watching her and her roommate in the pool, wondering if she even stood a chance with the beautiful woman, so distant, contemptuous, and aloof, and now the beautiful stooped over her, knelt over her, with caresses and kisses, and Ronnie wondered if she dreamed.

It was no dream.

Suddenly Ronnie stiffened. Then she bent and curled and threw herself backward, shaking, and groaning, and all at once screaming. And still Suzie clung to her, fist and lip, she clung to the shuddering girl, and when Ronnie settled enough to catch her breath, Suzie swung her hips over the girl’s face and shoved her cunt over the girl’s mouth.

“My turn,” she said, “but I’m still going to suck your pussy. I can’t get enough of your pussy, Ronnie.”

The afternoon went on and on, and eventually Suzie fell asleep in Ronnie’s arms, satiated with female flesh for the moment, but the voice in her mind kept whispering to her in her sleep.

More, more, more, it said.
XX

When Suzie finally returned to Jessica’s apartment, the first thing she noticed were the ink magazines on the coffee table, at least half a dozen thick magazines with women blanketed in tattoos on the covers. Suzie tried to ignore them, huffing at Jessica’s obsession.

She went to the bathroom, turned on the shower, got undressed, stepped inside the stall, and let the hot water fall over her.

It had been a strange day.

A good day, very good, but strange.

Waking up in Veronica’s arms filled Suzie with pride, and when the young woman embraced and kissed her as she left her apartment, she asked, “Is this the only time? Are you? Can we? Can we do this again?”

Suzie returned her kiss with affection.

“I want to. I want to do this a lot. With lots of women. Jessica, my roommate, is turning me into a total lesbian whore.”

Suzie giggled in the shower, remembering the curious look on Ronnie’s face.

“Don’t worry,” she assured her, “I want her to.”
* * *

When Suzie came out of her bedroom later that evening, Jessica was sitting on the sofa, flipping through one of the magazines.

“Look what I bought, Suzie,” Jessica said, holding the magazine up. “To give you ideas about the kinds of tattoos you want.”

Suzie huffed again.

“As if. I already told you, girl. I’m not getting any tattoos.”

Jessica frowned at her roommate.

“Down the stairs, Suzie.”

Suzie dropped to the living room carpet.
* * *

Jessica opened the heavy glass door for Suzie, then she followed her roommate into the tattoo parlor.

Suzie couldn’t wait to get her first tattoo.

She knew what she wanted, too.

Just words. For now.

Gothic lettering above her mons.

    Girls Only

And gothic letters below her neck, on her back.

    Lesbian Slut

The she saw a sample she just needed to get.

A female angel in white embracing a female demon in red, spiked tail wrapped around the angel’s wings.

“Oh, that’s pretty,” Jessica exclaimed. “You should get that one, too.”
The End
