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The Adventures of Heather, Part 23C
    By "RAMAPO"

    Sherry smiled warmly.  "Yes, under the right conditions, I
can get absolutely steamy.  Just turn to liquid."  The smirk was
gone now and a broad smile signaled an open invitation.  Come
drink me.  Come sample my liquid heat.  Come wade in my swamp of
steamy parts, and savor them with your tongue, and nose, and feel
them with your hands.  It was getting very hot in the room.
    Heather decided to step around this open invitation.  She had
Traci to take care of all evening, Karin on Saturday and who
knew what was happening there, and now Sherry was coming on to
her.  Best bet was to gently turn her down.  At least for now.
    "I'd like to see that.  Sometime."  Heather said quietly.  "I
like a lot of liquid.  Steamy liquid.  I'm Heather."  She held
out her hand and Sherry took it and held it.
    "I get off around 5. Meet me for a drink and I'll show you a
real fire.  You'll drown in the liquid trying to put it out."
    "That sounds very nice, Sherry, but I really can't today.
Heat or no heat, I have lots of other commitments and can't break
them.  Maybe we could exchange numbers?  And put the fire on ice
for now?"
    Sherry released her hand slowly and Heather made no attempt
to pull it back too quickly.  Sherry looked disappointed.  "OK.
I'd like that.  Later, OK?"
    "For sure, later.  I love your hair."  Heather boldly reached
out and ran her hand down the side of Sherry's head, along the
rich, yellow strands, and then stepped closer and picked up the
thick, shiny bundle of hair and pulled it very slowly through her
hand.  Sherry took extra good care of her hair and it showed.  It
positively glowed from her head down to the end of the last
strand.  And Sherry was almost purring at the bold handling
Heather was giving her.
    Heather's big boobs were right in Sherry's face and Heather
thought for a moment that Sherry would just lean forward and take
her tit in her mouth and so she pulled back.  Lipstick on her
blouse all over her nipple was not going to make for good
conversation with Traci on the way back to school.
    She released Sherry's hair at last and reached past Sherry,
purposefully rubbing her left breast into Sherry's shoulder, and
picked up one of the Dr.'s business cards and wrote her number.
"I'm not always there.  Just leave a message.  I'll call back.
Promise."
    Sherry also gave Heather her number and as Heather picked it
up, she noticed a pretty pendant hanging from a desk lamp, right
by her hand.  It was twisting in the light and throwing off a lot
of dazzling colors.
    "What's this?  It's very pretty."
    "Oh.  That's one of those charms the Dr. uses to hypnotize
her patients.  Works like a charm!"  She laughed at her own pun.
"You just dangle it in front of the person, like this" she held
it in front of Heather, "and spin it very slowly."  It was
turning, shining an endless stream of soft color sparkles into
Heather's eyes.  "And talk in a quiet, slow monotone" her voice
was now a low melody of sweetness and innocence.  "Can you feel a
calm coming over you, Heather?"
    Heather tried to look away, but somehow felt she couldn't.
"Yes.  A calm.  It's so pretty."
    "Yes, it is.  Try to relax a bit more.  It's time to just
relax and listen to my voice."
    Sliding, slipping, Heather felt herself going limp.  Falling
toward the voice.  She was going under.  But with a masterful
effort, she reached up and grabbed the pendant and broke the
spell.
    "I see.  It works very well.  And you seem to have mastered
the technique well enough.  Something the Dr. shared with you?"
    "Well," Sherry said, "not something she did knowingly.
Sometimes, she leaves the door open a crack and I can hear the
sessions.  It didn't take me long to catch on to what she was
doing.  I did spy a few times.  To watch her do it.  And she was
a willing victim, I mean, subject, to let me try it on her."
    "How did that you do that?"
    "Well, if you promise to keep a secret, I'll tell you."
    Heather nodded.  "Promise."
    "I had her under in thirty seconds!"  Sherry actually
giggled.  "I could see her try to fight, but it was at the end of
a long day and she was a bit tired.  I asked her if I could try
it and she said OK.  I think she just assumed I'd screw up and
not do the voice part, or spin the bauble right, or something.
After she went under, I double checked to make sure she was under
and she was."
    "Then what?"  Now she had Heather's curiosity up.
    "Well, let's just say, I put a few ideas in her head, you
know, post hypnotic suggestions, and gave her a code to trigger
them, and then brought her out of it.  Made her forget she was
ever under."
    "And it worked?"
    "You bet.  Amazingly well."
    "And she still doesn't know?
    "Nope.  I say the magic words and she goes out like a light.
We do our thing and then I tell her to forget, and bring her out
of it."
    "OK.  I have to ask.  What are the magic words?"
    Sherry hesitated.  "Well, I don't know if I should tell you.
The Janet always picks something very unlikely to ever come up in
a person's daily life.  Actually, I used something she uses on
her patients sometimes."
    "And that is?  Come on, give!"  Heather gave her a push on
her arm.  And reached out and picked up Sherry's hair again and
began stroking it, the backs of her fingers rubbing the top of
Sherry's very firm breast, now sporting a rock hard nipple.
    It had the desired effect.  "OK.  But don't ever mention this
out loud to anyone, understood?"
    Heather nodded yes.  And kept stroking.
    "The trigger is 'Climb Mt. Olympus'"
    "And you just say that to her and she goes right under?"
    "Yup.  Stops in her tracks and waits for further
instructions."
    "Which are?"
    Sherry was now leaning a bit forward, trying to get Heather's
hand to push harder on her breast.  Heather obliged.  The nipple
felt good as it bumped down her knuckles.  Sherry's voice was
just a bit breathy from her growing arousal.
    "Well, I'll let you in on another secret.  Janet is bi,
but nobody knows that.  I found out from watching her with
patients.  Listen, I shouldn't have said that.  I can't talk
about that any more, OK?"  Sherry turned away and looked upset.
Clearly, she had said too much.
    But Heather pressed her.  "So you have sex with her while
she's under?"  Seemed like a logical assumption based on Sherry's
revelations.
    Sherry was quiet.  Finally, in a low voice, she whispered,
"Yes.  We have sex."
    "Nice game if you can be a player!"  Heather laughed.  "I
won't tell.  Is it fun?"
    Sherry perked back up.  "It's fantastic!  I mean fucking
fantastic.  She does anything I tell her to, anytime, anywhere.
She's my sex slave.  I mean, it's only a few minutes a week, when
it's safe to do, but just knowing I can...."  her voice trailed
off.  "I never knew I liked to be in charge so much until this
happened."
    "You do, do you?"  The door to the inner office was opening
and Traci walked through.  The session was over.  Heather noticed
that Traci's cheeks were flushed and her nipples were tenting her
blouse a bit.  It was immediately apparent to Heather that Traci
had just had sex!  She knew that reaction all too well.
    "Hi, we can go.  Did you two meet?"  Traci asked.
    "Yes, just a few minutes ago.  Nice to meet you Sherry.  See
you sometime again."
    Sherry smiled professionally and turned to the doctor.  "Your
four o'clock canceled and you have no other appointments."
    "Great, I'll catch up on paper work.  See you next week,
Traci."
    "Next week."  Traci responded over her shoulder.
    On the way down to the car, Traci was quiet.
    Back on the road, Heather finally said.  "Something wrong?"
    "No.  I guess not.  Well, sometimes I think that the sessions
are a bit too short.  I just get into something and it's time to
end it.  I wonder where the time goes."
    "What kind of session is it?  Does she hypnotize you or
something?"  Heather probed.
    "No.  She told me how she does that with some patients and
showed me the little jewel on a chain she uses, but we just talk
and she takes notes.  That kind of thing."  Traci was silent.
She turned to look at Heather.  "Why did you ask?"
    "Oh, I saw this jewel on Sherry's desk and she told me what
it was used for.  We chatted about post hypnotic suggestion for a
minute.  I guess I never thought about how you have to pick
trigger words not likely to come up in daily life.  I mean, for
an American, the words "Climb Mt. Olympus" aren't likely to ever
come up casually.  Right?"
    There was no answer.  The silence went on.  Finally, Heather
looked from the road and Traci was sleeping.  No, Heather
realized.  She's under!  That's right.  Sherry did mention that
tha Janet used those words with patients sometimes.  She had
hypnotized Traci after all.  What is going on in that office, I
wonder.  And she was mad.  It had been cute when Sherry was doing
it to Janet, but now that Janet was doing it to Traci, Heather
found she was very upset.
    "Traci, can you hear me?"  Heather kept her voice low and
steady, her eyes carefully on the road.
    "Yes."  A low monotone.
    "When I count to five, you will be fully awake and not
remember any of this.  I'm going to count to five.  One.  Two.
Three.  Almost awake now.  Four.  Five."
    "What, what was that you were asking?"
    "Oh, nothing.  Are your sure the Doctor didn't hypnotize you
without you knowing it?"
    "Don't be silly, Heather.  You can't do that."
    "Let's stop here for a bite to eat, OK?"
    "Fine, I'm hungry."
    They settled into a booth and Heather finally decided to
share her suspicions.
    "Listen.  In the car, I said some words, trigger words Sherry
told me the doctor uses with her patients for post hypnotic
suggestion and you went right under.  I had to bring you out of
it.  Just like on TV.  I think something funny is going on with
the doctor and you and you don't know it."
    "Heather, I told you in the car, that is ridiculous.  She's
never hypnotized me."
    "If I can prove it to you, will you believe me?"
    "OK, prove it."
    "Look at your watch and tell me what time it is.  Exactly."
    "It's four seventeen and a few seconds."
    "Thank you.  Now, I want you to climb Mt. Olympus."
    Traci's eyes closed and her head slumped onto her chest.
    In a low, steady voice, Heather said.  "Traci, can you hear
me?"
    "Yes."
    "Without leaving the booth, I want you to take off your
panties and bra, fold them and put them on your plate in front
of you."
    Traci began to hike up her skirt and in seconds the panties
were off and folded, then the bra followed.  Then they were both
on her plate.
    Heather took her through a five count and Traci was awake.
    "What time is it now?"
    "It's....why that's funny.  It's five minutes later.  I just
looked at my watch."
    "Look at your plate."

End Part 23C (A-E)