A Most Remarkable Bartender

"A Most Remarkable Bartender" is essentially a second, hotter chapter of "The New Season," which has been published very recently here on Literotica. It continues to follow the career of "The Amazing Randy," the 'World's Greatest Stage Hypnotist" as he accepts a very tempting offer.

There are nine or ten individual stories featuring "The Amazing Randy" here on Literotica. You can find and read them if you want. As always, I ask for only one thing in return. When you're done, please take just a moment or two to comment. Write whatever you like, but please let me know what you think. Enjoy.

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Back at the X-Cut

It had been a slow night behind the long, red oak bar at the X-Cut, a working man's bar in Kid Valley Washington. In Kid Valley just about everybody was either employed directly by Boise-Cascade, the giant wood products company, or in small businesses like the X-Cut, which were entirely dependent on the presence of the loggers. Amy, an attractive thirty year-old brunette had been working behind the bar there for a few years. She made a decent wage; the tips were good most of the time; but the hours were long. She worked until closing five nights a week and tonight she had been on duty since five o'clock.

It was just after eleven and most of the regulars had already left for the night. There were fewer than a half-dozen patrons in the whole bar and they were winding it up. Amy was busy re-stocking for the morning shift when the old fashioned bell over the door announced a new patron had entered the bar. "Probably one of the late shift guys sneaking in for a quick pop," she thought to herself without looking up.

The new guy said nothing, but took a seat at the far end of the bar. Amy put the last bottle of Scotch on the shelf in front of the mirror and sauntered down towards her new customer. "What can I get for you?" she asked.

The new guy looked up and said, "Hi Amy."

"Randy!" she exclaimed, "I thought that you'd never come back."

"I thought that I'd take you up on your offer for that drink. Is my coupon still valid?" He placed the paper she had given him a week before, the one with her name and phone number on it, face up on the bar.

"I don't see any expiration date," she said with mock seriousness. "Yes, it's, still good." beamed the attractive bartender as she fidgeted with her hair, trying unsuccessfully and as nonchalantly as she could to make herself more presentable. "I must look a sight."

"Amy, you've been working all night. You look just fine."

"How about I close up shop and we can have that drink. I have so many things I want to ask you."

"I imagined that you would," Randy replied. Can I order a Scotch and soda while I wait?"

"Of course," said the beaming bartender, who was obviously delighted at the appearance of the man she had met just a week ago when he had walked into the X-Cut and quietly silenced Big Billy, a notorious local bully, with nothing more than a quiet word. She'd followed the quiet man into the parking lot and invited him to join her after work for a drink at her place. Although he'd taken her name and number, he had asked for a rain check, because his business required him to be in Portland the next day.

"Last call," she shouted into the nearly empty bar. "Drink 'em up; I'm closing a little early tonight." Within twenty minutes all of the other patrons had left the bar. Still standing behind the bar, Amy leaned down for the switch and killed the outside lights. They were alone. "Let's go sit at a table while I join you, Randy," she asked as she poured herself a healthy jigger of bourbon over ice.

"Sure," Randy replied smiling.

Randy moved to a two person table away from the windows and Amy sat down across from him. "You know, Randy, not long after you left last week, stuff started to go crazy. Big Billy literally pissed his pants while sitting right there at the bar where you left him. What was crazier than that was that he just sat there dripping onto the floor until the guy sitting next to him got up from his seat and noticed it and announced it to the whole bar. Billy had been drinking all night and the piss was everywhere. The puddle was huge and he was positively soaked.

Needless to say, Billy freaked out. The whole bar, which you remember was pretty much full, started laughing at Billy. I was worried that there was gonna be a fight, but Billy just took off and hasn't been back since."

"Do you miss him?" Randy asked with just a hint of a smile around the corners of his mouth.

"Not in the slightest," Amy answered. "The guy's a jerk and a bully. Once word got out about what Billy had done, business has actually improved. He's been banned for a month, but word has it that he's been hanging out at another other bar on the far side of town. I don't think he's coming back."

Randy set his drink down on the table and looked into Amy's deep brown eyes. "And you want to know how I did it, don't you."

"Of course I do, she said with a big smile. You told me it would happen while we talked in the parking lot and then it happened. What'd you do, slip him a mickey or something?"

"No, Amy, I did not drug him. I merely told him to do it. He did all the rest by himself."

"I don't get it," she confessed.

Randy slowly reached across the table and gently took Amy's hand. "Yeah," said Randy, "I'm not surprised. Would you like me to explain?"

"Uh, yeah," said Amy, who made no effort to move her hand.

"Amy, I'm a performer, a stage hypnotist. I make my living getting people to do strange things on stage. It's a gift."

"So you hypnotized Big Billy into pissing his pants. That's your explanation? No watch, no spinning disk, no nothing? You can do that?"

"That's about the size of it," Randy replied.

"Did you hypnotize me into giving you my number?"

"No, I did not. You gave me your number of your own volition, but I could have. Amy did you know that Big Billy was going to do something crazy after we talked in the lot last week?"

"You told me he would."

"Did he do it?"

"In spades," Amy replied, never breaking eye contact with her mysterious guest.

"Did you tell anybody that you knew it was going to happen and who was responsible?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I... I... I don't know."

"I do. It's because I told you not to."

"No way," she said incredulously. "Am I hypnotized now, Randy?"

"No, but I could if I wanted to, Amy" said Randy as he looked across the table and returned her eye contact directly. "I came back, Amy, because you told me I was 'hot, really hot' and invited me for a drink at your place. I'm surprised that you're surprised that I took you up on the invite. Any man would answer that siren call, Amy. You're a beautiful, friendly, and intelligent woman, Amy, and here I am."

Amy blushed in quiet response.

"Amy, I could make you do anything I wanted with just a command- anything. My abilities are really quite comprehensive. I have spent a lifetime honing them and deciding the limits of their use. I don't use them to hurt people. Billy wasn't hurt. He just got a good "comeuppance," which you yourself said he richly deserved." He paused for a moment and then said, "I really do understand how difficult this must be to take in."

"It's a little scary, Randy," she replied.

"I imagine so, Amy. What I'd like you to understand is that although I could command you to do anything I wanted right now, I won't. That's not what I do. I control people's minds for a living. In my private life I try not to influence people against their will. Take tonight, for example. I came here to have a drink with a beautiful and intriguing woman- you. You will be the one who determines how the evening will proceed. I might help it along just a bit, but you are in control here. If you're truly afraid of me I will simply command you to finish closing up and forget I was ever here. I'm not a rapist. For the record, that's not what I want, but I will do it if you want me to."

Amy took a final long sip of her drink and placed it on the table, all the while looking at Randy and holding his hand. "Please don't leave, Randy. I trust you. You know, guys hit on me all the time while I work. You haven't done that. If anything, I hit on you. You've been a perfect gentleman."

"I try, Amy," said Randy as he squeezed her hand a little for emphasis. "Try to think of tonight as an opportunity. I already know that you've judged me both emotionally and as a potential lover. I'm suggesting that you take the leap of faith and re-invite me to have that drink at your place. If you do, I promise that you will have an experience worth having.

"I'm not sure why, but I believe you, Randy. I don't live far. Will you follow me in your car?"

"I will. Don't lose me in traffic." They both laughed. Amy quickly cleaned up their glasses and closed up the X-Cut. It was just after midnight.

The Woman In Blue

In a few minutes they were standing on the stoop at Amy's modest split level house. She fished in her pocketbook for her keys, retrieved them, and then turned to face her guest. "Aw, hell," she said as she leaned up and kissed Randy squarely on the lips. He returned the kiss softly. She turned to open the door and once she stepped into the small foyer half-way between the two levels of her home the attractive bartender set her keys and pocketbook on a small table and said "That was nice, real nice. Let's do it again."

This time Randy took the lead and took the beautiful brunette in his arms and held her close while he kissed her full on the lips. It was a long, passionate kiss and Amy returned it in full. When they broke for air she said, "How about we get that drink I promised you, Randy? Come up into the living room and have a seat.

"Wonderful, Amy," Randy said, "but please don't make mine too strong. I have a strict limit of two and the one you poured at the X-Cut was more than two fingers. I might get the wrong idea."

"Randy," she said, "Somehow, I get the feeling that your getting the wrong idea occurs very, very, rarely. Trust me. You're on the right track. Randy," Amy said, "I've been on my feet for the last seven hours straight. You spend lots of time in clubs and bars so you know that I'm hot, sweaty, and dirty. Would you mind if I took a quick shower and slipped into something more comfortable?"

Smiling, Randy said "No, Amy I wouldn't. In fact," he said as he broadened his smile, "I would prefer it. Take your time. Why don't you hold off on that drink until you freshen-up?"

"Great," she said with a broad smile. "I promise that I'll be quick."

"Take your time, Amy," Randy said. "From where I sit it looks like you are well worth waiting for."

As she turned to head downstairs to her bedroom and bath, she flicked her hair back coquettishly and said "I have a really good feeling about tonight. Be right back."

Sitting alone on the couch, Randy ruminated about what lay ahead. Whenever he and Amy were in physical contact, his powers granted him total access to all levels of Amy's mind. If he wished, he could draw information from her innermost thoughts. Nothing was out of bounds. He could command her to sit, stand, bark like a dog, whatever he wished- and she would do it.

In fact, the only limit to his hypnotic powers was his own, self-imposed moral oversight. Randy Baumgardner had first become aware of his power in high school. His parents, stage performers themselves, had done their very best to point out the ethical issues to their son, as he prepared to "go out on the circuit." These responsibilities, his parents had admonished, were his responsibilities and solely his. The combination of public stage performance and his immense power laid the matter squarely on his shoulders. For his part, Randy, whose stage name was "The Amazing Randy," took these lessons to heart and did not use his powers unwisely or cruelly. He was not a serial anything, but he was also a man.

Soon, a beautiful woman in the absolute prime of her femininity would offer herself to him. She'd come up the stairs; they'd have a drink together; and they would make love. Of that he was certain. It had happened many times in the past on nights just like tonight. Each new woman was a different conquest, but somehow all were the same- not much of a battle. Randy knew that he was literally irresistible. Some women were more memorable than others, but each encounter was consensual, although some involved Randy using his hypnotic abilities to allow, no, to force his lovers to come to grips with their true selves.

That had been the case the previous year when Randy had enjoyed a brief, torrid affair with a Wellesley graduate student named Cindy McCarthy. (This affair is detailed in "The True Professional" here on Literotica.)

Randy had needs of his own. When Amy returned, he would do his best to align her desires, with his. He was, at heart, a good man he thought to himself and he was, for the most part. He decided to find out more about who Amy really was and what she wanted before making love to her. Like all good lovers, he knew that his partner's experience and pleasure was primarily his responsibility. More importantly, he believed it.

His alone time ended when he noticed Amy's hair dryer switch off and the bedroom door on the bottom level open and then close. He heard Amy ascend the stairs slowly, her approach betrayed by the click- click of what could only be high heels. She turned the corner to enter the living room.

Randy looked up and his jaw visibly dropped. All he could say was "Wow." Amy's sweat-soaked, black work blouse and form-fitting jeans had been replaced by a floor length cobalt blue satin robe, cinched at the waist by a matching satin sash. Randy had been right about the heels, which matched her robe. Amy's hair, which understandably had been a little worse for wear from seven straight hours of hustling to fill drink orders and swap out exhausted kegs, now glowed with a healthy sheen and framed her face, which had a chiseled, very slightly androgynous, almost Nordic look. Her brown eyes, deep and dreamy, sat behind modest eye make-up. The butterfly was out of its chrysalis; her transformation was complete.

The beautiful brunette smiled at her guest and said simply, "How about I make us that drink?"

"Please do, Amy."

Amy poured each of them a modest drink and then joined her guest on the couch after setting both glasses down on the wooden coffee table. Randy offered his arm to guide her as she sat down on the couch, re-establishing his hypnotic connection. Her dressing robe settled around her figure which was clearly toned and athletic. Randy had known that from their first encounter, but to see her now sitting so close, stirred his desire so much that he had to shift his position to allow room for his expanding penis inside his jeans. For all his abilities, the one person The Amazing Randy could not completely control was himself. Any man would have faced the same problem.

"Randy," Amy asked as she shifted as well to allow herself to pivot, can you read my mind right now?"

"Yes, I can, Amy... but I don't need to. Your outfit and the smile on your face make it totally unnecessary. You're magnificent." To punctuate his compliment, he leaned over to kiss the stunning brunette.

It was a long, perfectly-executed kiss, communicating deep, smoldering passion from both ends. There wasn't an inkling of uncertainty or desperation, just confidence that it was the right thing to do. With his arms lightly pressuring her waist and back through the sheer, blue robe he increased the pressure of his kiss. Amy's lips, highlighted by her deep red, almost maroon lipstick, were soft and moist. As she met Randy's passion with pressure of her own, she shifted her hips ever so slightly and allowed Randy's kiss to move her head back towards the horizontal.

Randy was an experienced lover who knew that taking his time or delaying his advances simply increased his partner's desire and need. Every time he did his act in front of an audience he practiced this technique, using restraint as he deftly nudged his audience towards the upcoming punchline. The laughs were always bigger when he set the audience up purposefully and then delayed their gratification until the right moment.

Instead of pressing forward, he broke off the kiss and sat back, never losing eye contact. Amy adjusted herself, a little surprised at her lover's restraint. She asked Randy outright. "Did I do something wrong?"

Randy replied. "Amy, you are perfect in every way. Of course you haven't. I cannot remember a more perfect kiss or a more perfect moment."

An offer Made, An Offer Accepted

As she reached for her drink, handing Randy's to him as well, she asked her lover, "Randy, am I hypnotized right now?"

"No, Amy, at least not in the sense you mean it. The only person controlling your behavior is you. Your kiss tells me that we're on the right track, though. Amy, it would be easy for me to manipulate you physically or emotionally and mold you into some fantasy, but why would I when we're already there without it?"

He took a sip from his drink and smiled. "Would you like me to put you under hypnosis while we make love? Sometimes my lovers want me to search their minds deeply, seeking to bring hidden desires to the surface. It heightens the intensity of our encounter. They sense on a deeper level that they are safe with me. It's called 'trust' I think."

"Wow," she said as she set down her drink, "you are amazing. Let me think about that one for a while, ok?" With that she raised her head, offering, no, asking for another advance from Randy, who needed little encouragement. Another silent, perfect kiss began.

After a minute or two, Amy looked into her lover's eyes and spoke. Randy, I have believed everything you have told me."

"Good, because I haven't lied to you, Amy," he interjected.

"The thing is, I don't really know what my innermost desires are. I've searched inside myself here tonight and all I can come up with is you, sitting here next to me. I know that I trust you. I feel perfectly safe."

"That's because you are, Amy."

"Would it be possible for you to, I don't know, give me a 'read' or something?"

Randy chucked and said, "You are a very unusual woman, Amy. Yes, I can do that if you'd like. Sometimes our subconscious mind bears a little inspection. From what few, tiny intrusions I have made so far, I don't sense anything dark or sinister. You're in pretty good shape, psychologically. If you weren't, I wouldn't be here. Take my hand. I'll see what I can find that we don't already know about you. Wanna give it a try?"

After a long pause, Amy smiled and said "Yeah, what the hell, come on in." With that she extended her hand, offering herself to this most unusual and very romantic lover. Randy saw her invitation for exactly what it was: the ultimate act of proffered intimacy. He took her hand and gently squeezed it with his own. Immediately he sensed both her trust and her desire, but they both already knew as much.

Randy could sense that Amy, who had a full-time job in a working man's bar, a large part of which was deflecting pick-up lines from horny lumberjacks, did have deep longings for solid male companionship. She wanted a man to be a man- not gruff and violent- but manly, strong, and confident. She wanted the freedom to be feminine, but her idea of femininity was to be subordinate, not submissive. She wanted to be free to please her lover the way she wanted because, by doing that, she affirmed, for herself at least, her own power as a woman.

That one sensation revealed volumes to the "World's Greatest Hypnotist." Randy thought for a while and then released her hand.

"Well," Amy asked, "will I live?"

"Hopefully," Randy quipped in reply. "Amy, I have learned something very important about you. It's nothing bad; in fact, I find it both rare and, for lack of a better word, 'sexy.' If it's all the same to you, I'd prefer to keep it to myself, at least for tonight. You may discover it for yourself before morning. Still trust me?"