"Are you my horny little nympho slut?"

The smoking-hot blonde licked her full, pink lips. Her blue eyes were wide open and filled with wicked delight. "Yes, sir," she purred as she wrapped her fantastic tits around the rock hard cock that had just been slapped down between them. "I'm whatever you want me to be." Her hands kneaded the mounds of titflesh between her fingers, making her moan with delight as she began to bounce them up and down.

The cock disappeared between the twin globes, and the blonde groaned with pleasure.

"Oh my goddddd," she murmured, eyes rolling back with bliss. "That feels sooo good, baby." Her nipples were pink as erasers and standing straight up at the peaks of her breasts. "That's right, fuck my big titties," she urged. "Your cock is the fucking best thing that's ever happened to me." She shivered as waves of pleasure broke over her body and she pumped her tits up and down like she was fucking the cock with her tight, wet snatch.

The engorged, purple head somehow broke through and appeared out the top, and she leaned forward eagerly. "Mmm," she groaned, flicking out her tongue to taste the drips of precum beading at the tip. "Let me take care of this for you, sir..." Her mouth eagerly slurped up the head of the cock, bathing it with her tongue. She closed her eyes as ecstasy shot through her.

With her tits still wrapped around the shaft, she wantonly sucked and sucked at the head, begging for a hot, sticky load. "Fuck me, sir!" she cried out, her head falling back as another clenching wave of pleasure washed over her. "That's right... Make me cum just from fucking my funbags, my knockers, my —"

I groaned and came, my head falling back and my legs clenching. Strand after strand of my seed fired like a geyser, hot and sticky as I aimed it at the breathtaking blonde before me... on the computer screen. My cum spurted across the desk, landing in a pool beside my laptop as I slumped back in my chair. Everything in my small, dark office was quiet for a moment as I breathed deeply through my nose, winded.

Fuck... I glanced quickly around the empty office furtively, then grabbed a Kleenex from the box at the edge of my desk and wiped off the cheaply-stained wood. In a moment, there was only a slight, shiny smear. You're not supposed to do that, I told myself, zipping my cock back into my pants. Look but don't touch. That's your job. I sighed. How did I get myself into this position?

A lot of guys would probably envy me. After all, how many men get to watch porn for a living? But if anyone had asked me, which they didn't, and if I had answered honestly, which I wouldn't... It kind of sucked. I couldn't tell people what I did because girls would think I was a pervert and guys would probably just ask me if I fucked any of the pornstars. Which, of course, I never had; the second biggest drawback of the job, after the part where people think I'm a freak, was the fact that I was constantly surrounded by fantastically sexy women who would never have even looked at me twice.

I was what's known as "quality control." Yes, some porn studios actually have that. My job was to watch videos and give the studio the final thumbs-up before they were launched out into the deep, dark hole that is the Internet. I had to be on the lookout for all sorts of tiny mistakes that could "ruin" the video for the viewer. Did the cameraman's shadow fall into any of the scenes? Is there any part where the audience can hear the director whispering instructions off screen? Did the tip of one of the microphones creep into a few frames as the sound guy leaned in closer to capture each and every moan and gasp?

Honestly, I didn't think that any of that would matter to someone watching. But Teragon Regional And National Corporation for Entertainment, Inc. — my boss always forced me to use the full name, someone just end me already — were freaks for perfection. I think some of the higher-ups just got off to the fact that their products were the widely-held to be the best, most-viewed videos online.

Shaking my head, I stared at the image on my screen. Ino ... the blonde bombshell with piercing baby blues who I had so recently watched as she used her mouthwatering knockers to get off both me and that lucky bastard on camera.

What a piece of ass... I groaned for a second time and clicked the file I'd just viewed, attaching it to an email. "Stellar job, as usual!" I typed to my supervisor. "No problems here! — Shubham" I clicked send, then put my face in my hands. I used too many exclamation points in my emails. I think it was my subconscious's way of trying to convince me that I was excited about working here.

I sighed. Fuck, I thought again. Time for the next one.

I loaded up the next film, a short clip of one of our newest actresses — a tight little redhead named Daisy — as she seduced and fucked one of our stars, Trey Wood. Trey's nice enough, I thought, zoning out as I watched. I'd been on-set before, helping directors to fix and reshoot tiny clips, and Trey had fist bumped me one time when I'd suggested an angle for the camera that made his dick look several inches bigger.

"Thanks, man," he'd said with a cocky grin, before going out and fucking some gorgeous, big-breasted brunette silly.

Back to the video... I thought, refocusing.

"Are you my horny little nympho slut?" Trey asked on-camera, and I observed keenly as Daisy melted, her dark eyes burning with lust.

"Yes, sir," she murmured, biting her lip and staring up at him with naked need. "I'm whatever you want me to be..."

Suddenly, my thumb hit the Space bar without my consent, pausing the video. Wait... I thought, having the strangest sense of déjà vu. I've heard that line already.

* * *

I blew out a breath and laid back against my headboard, my laptop screen glowing softly in the darkened bedroom. "No way..." I murmured softly. But I couldn't deny that the evidence was mounting.

In the past ten hours, I had watched dozens of TRANCE, Inc. videos carefully. I had finished up at work, come home and plopped down on my bed with a bag of chips and a buttload of porn. For the first time, though, I hadn't even felt the urge to masturbate. I was too focused on digging up evidence for my impossible theory. You know this theory is impossible, right? I asked myself. But a small, niggling part of my brain disagreed.

I closed my eyes, clip after clip cycling through my brain. Somewhere in the script of every TRANCE, Inc. video the man asked the question, "Are you my horny little nympho slut?" Usually it was near the beginning. Sometimes, it was hidden in other dialogue. But every time, after the phrase was spoken, the woman onscreen replied, "Yes, sir. I'm whatever you want me to be." And then, the heat of the scene ratcheted up a notch. Whatever the woman's character before — uptight lawyer, sexy nurse, scolding schoolteacher — she would evolve into an obedient bimbo slut, totally devoted to "sir"'s pleasure. The man would order the woman to perform any act imaginable, and she would — with enthusiasm and evident pleasure.

It's like it's some sort of trigger phrase, one part of my brain kept insisting. TRANCE has somehow implanted it in the pornstars' minds, and they use it to make their videos.

I knew I was crazy for thinking it. But I also knew what I was going to do...

* * *

I waited outside of Ino's changing room, having watched for a quarter of an hour as she and a young stud wrapped up their last shoot of the day then hugged cordially and parted. The voluptuous blonde had headed straight to her "re-dressing" room, as the actor's playfully called it, nodding along as the director had hustled along beside her and chattered at her with critiques and advice. Another fifteen minutes had passed since, and I was beginning to wonder what the woman was doing there. I pretended to be on my laptop, holding it up in my hands and tapping away at the keyboard every few minutes as I scanned the hallway, making sure that there was no one around to see me skulking.

Finally, Ino reappeared. She wore the same tall, white heels from the shoot, but now topped it off with a relatively conservative red dress that covered at least half of her impressive bust and came down to more than mid thigh. As she clicked down the hallway in those heels, which made her tanned legs look miles long, I closed my laptop like I was done with whatever I was doing and pretended to notice her.

We made eye contact, and she smiled at me in a very fake way as though to say, I know what you're up to and it's not going to work.

I took a deep breath, and walked towards her, my heart hammering in my chest.

She slowed, but didn't quite stop as I approached.

"Hey," I said, forcing the word out through my dry throat. "You're Ino, right?" I grimaced in what I hoped was a vague approximation of a friendly smile.

She stopped, eyeing me up and down. "Yeah, I am," she replied. Her normal voice was the same as I'd heard in countless films, and I felt an immediate rush of blood away from my brain and down below my belt.

"I'm over in customer satisfaction," I said, waving vaguely down the hallway in the exact opposite direction of my office. Geez, my brain thought. You're such a fool. You're shooting yourself in the foot. Just get it over with and run! "And I was wondering if you could answer a question I've had about your videos."

The woman raised one smooth eyebrow and made a thoughtful face. She crossed her arms under her massive tits and shrugged. "Sure, what's up?"

Here goes nothing. Don't fuck this up. I froze the smile on my face and made myself say the words, "Are you a horny little nympho slut?"

Thunderous silence.

I waited.

I swear I didn't breathe as Ino went very still.

The woman's eyes widened and bored into mine.

Then, she shook her head slightly, her wavy hair swaying on either side of her beautiful face. "What did you just say to me?!" The gorgeous blonde's blue eyes flashed with anger and her sculpted lips pursed together in a decidedly frightening way.

I froze, a deer in the headlights. Then, some insane part of me made a foolish mistake. It tried again. Nooo! My mind tried to reach out and grab the words before they could escape, but my tongue had already re-iterated my question. "Are you a horny little nympho slut?"

The woman's palm smacked across my face while I was still kicking myself. I was blindsided, my head spinning from the very real force behind the blow.

"I'll have you know," I heard her say in a biting tone through the blinding embarrassment, shame and fear that coursed through me, "that I am a highly-respected actress and a feminist. And if you speak to me again I will consider it harassment and act accordingly." Her heels clicked away down the hallway as my vision cleared, and in spite of the pain and emotional trauma I'd just experienced, I still snuck a quick look at her toned ass as it sashayed away and around the corner.

"Fuck," I whispered, realizing the shitstorm I may have just unleashed upon myself. I felt sick. You're a fucking idiot, I raged inwardly. You knew that your theory was stupid. More than stupid... Impossible!

Then, an even worse turn. What if she talks to your boss? asked the part of me that had been against this plan from the start. What if you're fired? What if everyone hears that you sexually harass women?

I stumbled back to my tiny office and shut the door, grateful to collapse into my chair in the dark, quiet space. I stared into nothing as the squirming, wriggling, gnawing worm of fear coiled and crept through my stomach. I went home early that night but barely slept a wink.

* * *

I lurked in my office for a few days, practically sprinting to and from my car at the beginning and end of the day so as to avoid human contact. I was wary of my email inbox and almost missed several production deadlines because I didn't want to check email and see that my boss had sent me a request for "a meeting." Such a meeting wouldn't be a meeting — I would be disgraced, fired and possibly dismembered by a mob of angry pornstars.

Well... Maybe my imagination had gotten the better of me. Just a bit. At least I hadn't been stupid enough to tell her my real job, I decided. Though, of course, it wouldn't be hard to find me if she wanted to.

Then, four or five days after my encounter with Ino in the hallway, I was watching one of her newest scenes.

"Are you my horny little nympho slut?" Trey's voice demanded, off-camera.

"Yes, sir. I'm whatever you want me to be..." Ino's tone was breathy and docile, completely subservient.

I wasn't really listening, trying to ignore it in fact, when a realization struck me like a thunderbolt. I replayed my disastrous encounter with Ino in my mind, already having memorized it detail-by-detail as the worst moment of my life. "I said the wrong line..." I breathed, my eyes widening into saucers. My hands went still on the desk and I suddenly heard nothing, my brain ignoring the salacious video playing in the background. Does that mean I can still...?

No, the logical part of my mind told me. That's the stupidest idea you've ever had. You'll be fired for sure this time.

But my legs wouldn't obey my mind as they stood and walked out of the room, heading slowly but surely through the TRANCE, Inc. building towards the set where the actors and directors did their shoots. It was almost the end of the day, just like last time, and I watched from around the corner as Ino finished up her final stud of the day.

I will give her this, I thought. The woman is certainly motivated. At the rate Ino was producing films, she would be one of the top adult actresses in the entire business before long.

I waited until after Ino had finished taking two guys at once and letting them cum all over her gorgeous face and her large, bouncy tits. Then, I snuck away to wait by her room. I had a plan now, sort of, and I recited my line over and over like it was the rosary or a prayer — the only magical charm that could save me from the wrath of an enraged goddess of sex.

As I waited for the tanned blonde to appear and enter her changing room, I turned my position over and over in my thoughts and finally came to a conclusion. I really don't have anything to lose. I was a 23-year-old "quality control" technician for a porn company with no prospect of moving up the corporate ladder and no real reason to stay aside from the fact that I was paid to watch the hottest of women get boned daily by the largest of dicks. At worst, I was about to walk in on her, nothing would happen when I said the magic words and I would be fired for seeing a pornstar naked. Like no one's seen her naked before?

On the other hand... I had everything to gain. If my insane hypothesis played out, I would be fucking a fantastically sexy, twenty-something pornstar with breasts like melons and a dirty mouth that I just couldn't wait to watch as it slid up and down my cock. Fuck... I was getting a hard-on just thinking about Ino.

Finally! I'd only been waiting five minutes or so this time when the leggy actress strode confidently down the corridor and turned into her chInos.

I waited a couple minutes to let her get settled. Maybe if I walk in on her while she's naked, my mind reasoned, she'll be too busy covering up to slap me again. Of course, the honest part of my mind rolled its eyes. You just want to see her naked, bro.

I shrugged to myself. So what if I do? I came around the corner, walked confidently to the door and turned the handle. Here goes nothing.

In fact, I did walk in on a naked pornstar, my only view as I came into the fairly-spacious room of a tanned, smooth back sweeping down into two, glorious hemispheres of ass. At that point, my mouth may literally have started watering.

Ino was standing nude in front of her dressing table, her hands up in her hair as she teased up some hairstyle or another. Her makeup was scattered across the tabletop, and it looked like she had just been touching it up before leaving for the day. When she saw me in the mirror, halfway through the door with my hand still on the handle, her eyes widened and she spun, her hands instinctively going to cover her nipples.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" she demanded, her face transforming the mask of a spitting, angry velociraptor. "I am going to call security! If you even come a step closer, I will get your ass fired and beaten! Security knows me. They'll do what I ask if I tell them to rough you up before—"

It truly was a frightening picture. If I hadn't already committed myself all the way, I might have folded and backed out then. But as I said, I had nothing to lose. So instead I felt like I heard everything she said through water, her angry words rolling past and over me like rain over a duck's back. Time to act, my brain reminded my mouth, and I spoke.

"Are you my horny little nympho slut?!" I asked, my voice as loud as I dared, forcing myself to be heard over the sound of her ranting. I practically shouted the words, the question like a magic spell my wizardly adventurer would once have cast in Dungeons & Dragons back in high school.

The effect was immediate. Ino's angry expression went slack for a moment, her bright blue eyes growing wide and her mouth hanging open just slightly. Her body froze in the middle of raising a small but threatening fist, and then her arm dropped down to her side. Finally, after a split second of mental agony on my part, she blinked.

A sultry smile slid across her full lips and she bit the bottom one suggestively as she fluttered her eyelashes at me. The hand still struggling to cover her nipples fell away, showing two erect little buds straining to stand tall at the peak of the perfect pair of tits, revealed in all their glory. "Yes, sir," she breathed as her entire posture changed. "I'm whatever you want me to be." Her voice was charged, the voice of an expert seductress, and I felt my brain grow numb as all the blood suddenly went way south.

"Close the door behind you," she murmured, walking slowly toward me. Her tits wobbled and bounced with each short, sensual stride. My cock was already straining at the zipper of my pants. "We don't want anyone outside getting a free show..."

I gulped and obeyed, suddenly realizing what was about to happen. The enormity of it all hit me like a bullet train. I'm about to — My thoughts were cut off as Ino suddenly reached me and threw her arms around my neck, pulling me down into a kiss so hot I could almost feel my lips burning. My entire body was tingling as she pressed her bare tits up against my chest and rubbed up and down my leg with one hand, getting close but not quite touching my rock hard cock.

She broke off the kiss, eyes glassy with obvious arousal as I panted. Her tongue came out to wet those pink lips. "Is there anything I can do for you, sir?" she asked, her tone bashful but her eyes brazen. A second hand joined her first, the pair teasing my inner thighs and outlining my length, pressing the material down to accentuate the evident bulge. "Anything at all to make you feel..." her eyes dropped for the first time to the tent in my pants, "better...?"

Her submissiveness was the biggest turn-on of my life, and I felt something unfamiliar rising within me. Is that... confidence? I wondered for a moment, before I stared into her eyes and spoke. I felt almost hypnotized by her feverish gaze, her blue eyes bright and wanton and lusting.

"Get on your knees," I ordered, and I felt a shiver of heat pass through me as I said the words.

Ino obeyed instantly, trailing her breasts sensually down my body and staring up at me with those big, blue eyes as she knelt submissively at my feet.

Anything I want... I thought. "Take out my... cock." I wasn't used to saying these sorts of things out loud, but as the busty blonde pornstar jumped to unbuckle my belt, undo the zipper and slide down my pants and boxers, freeing my fully erect length, I stopped worrying.

My obedient little nymphomaniac gazed up at me submissively, my cock inches from her wet lips. I could feel her hot breath on the sensitive skin of my engorged prick, and I shivered with need as I realized what was about to take place. "Suck it, slut," I ordered.

Ino paused for a moment, staring up at me, just long enough to murmur, "Yes, sir," obediently. Then, she leaned forward and opened her lips in a perfect little 'O', wrapping them softly around my girth.

"Ohhhh," I sighed, my eyes closing involuntarily as the incredible heat and silky wetness of her mouth covered my cock for the first time.

Ino moaned, and I opened my eyes to see that one of her hands had slid down between her spread thighs. Her fingers had spread apart her pussy and were sliding in and out languidly while the thumb circled her clit steadily. Even from above, I could tell that her inner folds were glistening with wetness.

I felt the blonde's other hand wrap around my shaft and begin to slowly jack me off, making it even harder for me to keep control. Her tongue circled teasingly around the purple head of my cock and then underneath as she took me deeper, bobbing her head and letting me explore the entrance to her throat with the tip of my length. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked expertly, lathering my shaft in saliva.

"Deeper," I grunted, shifting my hips forward a fraction to prod her to— "Oh holy fuck!"

I gasped as Ino suddenly lunged forward, swallowing my cock all the way to the hilt into her throat like she had no gag reflex whatsoever. Her throat was tight and wet, the muscles as she swallowed massaging my length like half a dozen hands jerking me off at once. I struggled and clenched my fists as I stared down at the bobbing blonde head, Ino's blue eyes were glazed and her body was shivering with pleasure as she deepthroated me entirely. I could feel my balls tightening, growing, urging me to go faster and harder until I could fill my own personal plaything up with my powerful seed. Luckily, I had masturbated to one of Ino's videos earlier today in my office, so my body was primed and ready for the greatest fuck-athon of my life.

The pornstar moaned again, her hands moving in tandem, one stroking in and out of her sopping pussy and the other desperately tweaking a pink nipple between thumb and forefinger and pulling it outwards.

I shivered with pleasure as another wave of ecstasy rolled through me, then placed my hands on Ino's cheeks, pulling back and out of her mouth with a wet, sucking sound.

The woman stared up at me, waiting for new instructions, her eyes still sex-glazed and docile. My cock throbbed angrily at me, wanting nothing more than to be replaced in its tight, wet hole.

Don't worry, I told it. You'll be where you belong soon enough.

"Get up," I ordered the blonde bombshell, and she stood slowly, long eyelashes fluttering as she stared into my eyes. I looked around for an appropriate surface, but didn't see anything remotely bed-like in the pornstar's changing room. Plan B it is, I thought to myself, and grabbed Ino by the shoulders.

She gasped as I took control, spinning her around and shoving her forward so that she stumbled several steps and then fell forward onto her makeup table. I saw her eyes in the mirror as she looked up and realized what was about to happen, and I understood. It wasn't a gasp of surprise. It was a gasp of arousal.

"You love it when I take control, don't you?" I murmured, following my plaything and running one hand up her inner thigh to stroke the outside of her shaved pussy. It had been years since I'd felt a girl this wet, her tight little snatch dripping wet and hot as a furnace, just begging for me to fill her up to the brim.

"Mhmm!" Ino bit her lip and nodded desperately, her cheeks flushed with arousal.

I slid my length between her round asscheeks, enjoying the friction as she moaned and rolled her hips backward. Nudging the tip of my cock up against her hot entrance, I slid one hand down her body to grasp her waist while the other grabbed my cock at the base to guide me in.

"Ready?" I grunted, nudging her legs even further apart with one foot.

She nodded vigorously, blonde hair falling across her face as she looked back at me over one shoulder. "Yes, sir," she told me desperately, her eyes filled with need. "Please fill me up with your long, hard cock. I'll do anything!"

Good enough. I sank into Ino with a sigh of contentment. Her body was hot and tight around me, her arousal the only reason I was able to slip deeper inside. How is someone who fucks for a living so damn tight? I wondered as I gritted my teeth and pushed, but I wasn't complaining. The feeling was heavenly, the pornstar's inner muscles toned and trained to pleasure cock — now all being used in concert on mine.

Ino's breath was short and shallow, her moans and mewls of pleasure frequent.

Inch by inch I went deeper into her pussy, until suddenly her body spasmed once and then climaxed. I realized she'd been clenching the entire time, resisting her body's desire to orgasm, and everything unraveled at once. Ino's body suddenly opened up to me was her muscles flexed and went slack seemingly at random. Her voice seemed an octave higher as she murmured, "Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod..." over and over and over.

Her tight snatch suddenly much more welcoming, I shoved myself into her to the hilt, my pelvis smacking against her ass as I began to fuck her vigorously.

Ino's body moved instinctively, rhythmically pushing back against me with every thrust to drive me even deeper into her core. "That's right, sir," she breathed. "Fuck my tight little slutty body... Make me cum all over your cock... Over and over, showing me who owns meee!" She came again, and I grunted as I controlled her body with one hand, letting the other slide around her hip and lower to play with her clit.

I slid almost all the way out, my cock dripping wet from her hot, greedy mouth and then from her own juices. Shoving her down onto the makeup table, I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back, staring into her eyes as I fucked her. It was the hottest thing I'd ever experienced, seeing her eyes flash with pleasure every time I slid deep into her waiting body. I could see her obedience and arousal, and I could feel it — every flash of pleasure in her wide blue eyes matching a gripping, tightening sensation of her already clenching body beneath me. Her mouth was open now in an unending moan, her mind incapable of forming words.

I was painfully hard, her inner walls milking my cock and begging me to empty my load deep inside of her.

"Please, sir," she was able to murmur as I grunted and drove deeper, harder, faster. "Cum for me. Cum for your slutty little bimbo plaything. I can't take your cock anymoreeeeeeee!" Her climax very nearly triggered my own, her eyes rolling back in her head as her entire body spasmed and squeezed with the force of it.

Not... Yet... I ordered my body with clenched teeth as I pulled back all the way, enjoying every hot second as my sword came free of its sheathe. I came free with a groan and then grabbed Ino once again by the shoulders and spun her around. Her eyes flashed once at me, needy and wanton and totally obedient. "Knees," I told her once again, and she fell to them like she didn't have the strength to hold herself up any longer.

My rock hard cock swung free in front of her, and she reached forward to lift it to her lips.

"No." I ordered harshly. I had other plans. My hand was a blur as I fisted my cock up and down swiftly. I was so close, my balls heavy and tight as they struggled to unload their burden.

Ino licked her full lips as her eyes gazed up at me, finally understanding my plan. "Oh, yes, sir," she urged, pushing her big tits together and up, presenting a mouthwatering valley of cleavage. "Cum all over me. Cover me with your cum and make me beg to suck your cock clean." As I watched her perfect mouth pronounce those final words I grunted and fell over the edge.

Strand after strand of hot, sticky cum surged from the tip of my length, spurting out to land on her upturned face and breasts. I watched with awe as the first rope struck her gorgeous face, her mouth open and desperate for a taste. It slid down her bronzed skin as the next strand landed on her throat, and the next between her tits. Ino's bright blue eyes stared up at me the whole time, never flinching or blinking as I used her body to deposit my load.

Finally, I sighed heavily and sagged, my body spent. My cock drooped slightly, still heavy and full but feeling satiated, and I closed my eyes for a moment to savor the feeling.

"Mmm," Ino moaned lustily, and I cracked one eyelid. The busty blonde was scooping up finger after finger of my oozing seed and popping them into her mouth. She sucked on one finger salaciously, and then bit her lip as she noticed I was watching. She scooted forward until her thrust-up breasts brushed against my knees. "Thank you, sir," she murmured. "For letting your slut satisfy you."

I grinned down at her. "What are you?" I asked.

"Your horny little nympho slut," she answered immediately, then groaned as an aftershock of her own climax shivered through her.

Goddamn right, I thought, running a hand through my now-wild hair. Sinking down into Ino's discarded chair, I considered the blonde kneeling before me. Though now there's another problem... I had no idea how to get the normal Ino back. Luckily, I knew that if there was a trigger phrase to turn her into this lusty sex goddess, there must be another one to turn her back.

Flipping open Ino's laptop from where it had been shoved aside on the long desk, I quickly searched for some of her videos online. I was surprised to find that many of them were in her recent search history. Do you like watching yourself be turned into a freaky little sexpot? I wondered, my deflated cock twitching at the thought. I definitely filed that thought away for later.

I hadn't been looking for it before, but now that I was I quickly identified a closing line used in all three of the TRANCE, Inc. short films I flicked through.

Turning the chair back to face Ino, who was now mostly cleaned and simply kneeling on the floor playing with her clit and gasping softly, I took a deep breath. I wasn't quite sure how this whole thing worked, but I hoped it was similar to the hypnosis videos I'd watched on YouTube because I really didn't want her to remember this encounter.

"Alright, Ino," I told her, and she opened her big blue eyes to stare up at me. "You're going to wake up in a minute, but first I want to tell you a couple of things."

She nodded mutely up at me, eyes still glazed from sex and her obviously never-ending arousal.

"You're not going to remember me," I said firmly. "You're going to forget that you met me last week, and you're going to forget that I came into this room just now and fucked you silly. Do you understand?"

"I understand, sir." Her voice was still low and sultry, and I had to force myself to stay on track.

"Very good," I murmured. I'd read that positive reinforcement helped hypnotic suggestions to stick. Maybe whatever had been done to her worked the same way. "However," I added, "if ever we pass each other by or you see me for some reason, you're going to feel an uncontrollable arousal. You're going to take the next opportunity to rush to a bathroom and masturbate until you cum, imagining that you're fucking me with that hot, curvy body of yours."

I saw Ino's pupil's dilate as her breath picked up. "Yes, sir," she moaned, and it looked almost as if she'd melt into a puddle of arousal.

"You'll have no idea why you did this," I continued. "Only that you couldn't help but wish you could catch my attention. Then, maybe one day, you will."

Ino nodded as her hands began once again to trace over her body. I'd gone beyond her limited attention span.

Hopefully that covered everything. "Good girl," I murmured, and stood. I slid my pants over my legs and headed swiftly for the door. "Goodbye, for now," I called back to her as I closed the door, and just barely caught a glimpse of the woman shaking her head and blinking rapidly as I shut it softly. Hopefully she wouldn't be fully aware for a couple more seconds, and I would get the chance to slip away.

I grinned to myself and strolled along the hallway, wondering how on earth I'd gotten this lucky. Maybe it's my lucky break, I thought, as my imagination populated my mind with plenty of other TRANCE, Inc. stars who deserved a nice fucking. Ooh, remember that tight little redhead Daisy? I walked into my office and plunked down in my swiveling chair.

Life was looking good.

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