Hypno Hotel

The graveyard shift at the hotel was if anything consistently boring. Misty spent most of the time on her phone and watching the lobby tv rather then doing any actual work. The local late night news was running some story on some condition in which women would reappear after being missing for a short time and would have no memories of where they were or what had happened during the time that they were missing.

It was nearly two in the morning when a young, Asian young man showed up at the front desk. He was clean shaven, hair short and neatly styled and with an American accent simply asked for a room for the evening.

She smiled politely and gave the chain mandated line and asked for a credit card and a form of identification. Reaching for his jacket pocket he pulled out his phone and sat it on the desk giving her a clear view of the screen.

"What the?" Misty exclaimed.

The screen flashed a series of bright lights followed by a set of a second set of images that moved so fast that they seemed to blur together.

It was discomforting at first but she couldn't pull herself to look away from the young man's phone as if every blink of the eye slowed her down, making it more difficult to reach with each passing second.

"Your eyes are going to feel heavy and will want to close. Let your body sink naturally down as your muscles relax. Listen to your body and my voice as you begin to feel calm."

Her arms fell down to her sides, the tension in her body seemed to fade away.

"Breath deeply now, filling your chest and lungs."

Misty drew a full breath.

"Now exhale, emptying your lungs."

Misty let her breath go, letting the air out of her chest.

"I want you to concentrate on the space between my eyebrows."

Her gaze quickly locked in between on his small patch of skin.

"Let your eyelids relax, let them grow heavy."

Misty closed her eyes, the relaxing sensation felt so good, spreading from each body part to the next as he described it and further sinking down, down into a more relaxed state of mind and body.

As he continued, she could feel him being her down further into her relaxed state, until every molecule in her body was in a state of complete relaxation."

Once he was satisfied with his work, he began the second part of his plan.

"When I snap my fingers you wake up from your trance. When you hear the sound of my voice you will find it irresistible, you will want to do anything to please me the more you hear my voice the more you desire me, sexually, physically, emotionally.

He paused for a moment. "To please me will leave you satisfied and content, more then you have ever experienced before. You will be totally submissive to my wishes and desires and unable to resist anything I ask of you."

Confident that his work was finished, he slowly brought her out of her subconscious thought and snapped his fingers.

The metaphorical light bulb flipped back on her mind.

"I'm sorry, I think I lost my train of thought for a moment. Where were we again? Can I help you with anything?"

Everything seemed just slightly different, as the young man in front of her looked, different, in some way.

"You were about to give me a room for the night."

"Oh yes. I'm so sorry. Do you have your credit card and ID?"

"No. I don't."

She bit her lip, nervously sputtering out, "I'm so sorry, I'll, we'll just comp you a room for the night." Punching up the reservation and handing him a key. Her heart raced, it was like she was back in high school and was crushing on the quarterback again. It was unreal how much the hormones seemed to be rushing through her veins even at the mere sight of him.

"Thank you so much," he paused for a moment letting her introduce herself.

"Misty. My name is Misty."

"Thank you Misty."

She watched him disappear around the wall and reappear in the behind her.

"Um, Sir, you're, you're not supposed to be back here." She half heartedly protested.

"Uh huh. Well, from the sound of it, you don't seem to mind too much."

"It's just, I, I don't want you to get into trouble."

"Trust me, I won't be in any trouble."

She watched with nervous anticipation as he approached her until they were so close together that she could feel his breath on her skin.

He reached for the top of her blouse and unbuttoned the first few buttons, letting her cleavage spill over.

"Isn't that better."

"Yes." She moaned out.

"I want you to turn around and bend over."

Happily she turned and bent over the front desk, within moments she could feel his hands snaking up her skirt pulling her panties down.

She heard his pants unzipped and without saying a word, she could feel his fully erect cock to make his way into her pussy.

"Oh god." She moaned out, "Please, please, not here. What is some sees?"

He didn't reply, only concentrating on fucking her, the cock felt amazing inside of her. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before.

Grabbing her body, it seemed like every thrust carried the full weight of his body along with it. It only took him a few minutes but she felt the pulse of his cock cumming inside of her.

"Oh god, you came inside me!"

"Well, your pussy felt really good."

He zipped himself up and began to leave.

"Wait! You can't leave now!"

"Yes I can and I am."

"Why? Please, you can't leave, I need to have your cock in my pussy."

"Too bad, your tits are great but I just needed a quick fuck."

She was disappointed as her young lover left the hotel.

"Fuck."

She looked around for her underwear, which was no where in sight. "Fuck it." She pulled down her skirt, she made sure everything looked in order at the desk and went back to work. It was a good fuck but why did he want to leave so soon?

Misty sighed, it was just her luck to have a guy like that, fuck and run. She fell back on her stool slumped over desk, she hoped that she would see him again.