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Subject: HypnoTV: Friends (mc,ff) CORRECT VERSION

Apparantly, there was a mix-up and I accidentally sent you the Melrose Place
story again. Here's the correct version. Please cross-post to
alt.sex.stories. thank you.


HypnoTV: Friends
by MAW

MC/FF/Television

     Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains graphic
descriptions of sexual acts. If this offends you, leave now. This
story takes the same view of hypnosis as television does, which is
unrealistic. In short, what you read is either impossible or highly
improbable. Even if it is, it's immoral, so if you want to try
this, get help.


     "Smelly cat, smelly cat, I love my smelly cat..." Phoebe's
singing was barely noticed by the crowd at Central Perk. The coffee
house was unusually sparse that evening, no doubt due to the
horrible rain that covered New York. Aside from Phoebe, there were
only a half-dozen other people in the house. 
     "Okay, thank you, any requests?" If Phoebe noticed the lack of
attention, she didn't show it. She brushed her long blond hair to
the side, and quickly tugged at her one-piece tan dress. 
     Monica sighed. She really wished she hadn't agreed to have
Phoebe stay at the apartment that night. Otherwise, she'd be home
and out of the weather. But Phoebe had to sing, Rachel had to work
and the two of them would probably keep her up all night. At least
with Chandler, Joey and Ross all out for the evening, it would be
sightly quieter.
     Monica walked towards the bar, where Rachel was beginning to
clean up. Closing time was a half-hour away and already a couple of
the people there were leaving. Monica leaned towards Rachel. "Any
plans for what we're going to do tonight?" 
     "Just watch 'Ghost' for the fifty-seventh time and cry again."
     "Why don't we cry over 'An Affair to Remember'?"
     "'Sleepless in Seattle'?"
     "Deal." Monica sighed. "Another night with just the three of
us, no dates, no boys, nothing to do." 
     "I know. I thought single life was going to be like the soaps.
We hop into bed with a hot guy every week. Not like an ABC Friday
show and we get some teenager who can't act." 
     Neither of the women paid particular attention to the red-
haired woman sitting near them. She was dressed in a pair of jeans,
a red vest over a black shirt. She turned from the bar and made her
way to a table where sat another red-haired woman, slightly older
but no less attractive, wearing a tight leather ensemble. 
     "I miss California," Kimberly said. "The sun, the sand, the
tight bodies in bikinis." 
     "I've got something that'll brighten your mood," Sydney said.
She nodded towards the bar. "See those two up there?"
     "See them? It's hard to keep your eyes off them."
     "Well, they happen to be roommates and the singer is their
best friend and tonight they're going to be all by themselves in
their apartment. Opinion?"
     Kimberly smiled a wicked smile. "We wait until this place is
empty. I'll take blondie. The sorority sisters are yours." 
     "I love this town. I really do." 
     Phoebe was placing her guitar away when she saw Kimberly come
up. "Hi," Kimberly said. "I wanted to thank you for your number."
     "Oh, well, okay, thank you for thanking me. Oh, oh, I love
your ring!" She was gazing at the blood-red ring on Kimberly's
finger. 
     Kimberly smiled. She couldn't have asked for a better opening.
"Yes, it is lovely, isn't it? I love the way the light catches it,
sparkles off it. Look at it and you'll see what I mean." Phoebe
looked at the stone carefully. "Yes, it is lovely, the way it
shines, the way it grabs your attention. By the way, what's your
name?" 
     "Phoebe," came the soft reply. Phoebe's eyes were already
half-closed and she was beginning to sway in place. Kimberly could
hardly believe this working so fast. It usually took longer than
this to put people under. If Chandler had been around, he might
have remarked that she had an advantage in that Phoebe didn't have
that much mind to control. 
     "Yes, Phoebe, it pulls your gaze in. It makes you look closer
at it, deeper into it. Deeper and deeper to the center of the ruby.
So deep, so deep. And as you look deeper, you also feel yourself
growing more and more relaxed. Deeper and deeper, more relaxed. Let
yourself look deep and close. Grow more relaxed. Close your eyes
and relax completely. Close them, Phoebe. Close them." 
     Phoebe's eyes fluttered shut as she sank into a trance.
Kimberly leaned in, her lips right by Phoebe's ears. "Phoebe, in a
moment, I will wake you up. You will be refreshed and will remember
nothing of this. If you ever hear my voice say the words, 'relax,
red ruby ring', you will be completely obedient to my will. Do you
understand?" 
     "..Yes.." 
     "One more thing. When you get to your friend's apartment
tonight, you will feel an overwhelming urge to dress in pajamas. No
bra, no panties, just pajamas. Do you understand?" 
     "..Yes.." A strand of long blond hair hung over Phoebe's
sleepy face, exciting Kimberly. She stepped back. "Wake up now,
Phoebe." Phoebe opened her eyes, blinking. "So, like, glad you
liked the music and bye!" She turned back and began putting her
stuff away. Kimberly walked back to the table, shaking her head.
*Hell of a bod. No brains, but a hell of a bod.*
     At about the same time Kimberly was making her move, Sydney
was beginning hers. She was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, palms
on her knees, humming softly. A red candle was lit on the table in
front of her. Monica, who was sitting at the chair next to the
sofa, looked at her with apprehension. 
     Rachel came up behind Sydney and tapped on her shoulder. "Uh,
ma'am? We're closing." 
     Sydney looked at Rachel, then at Monica, as if for the first
time. "Oh, geez, I'm sorry. Look I need to finish this exercise
before I go. A couple of friends were supposed to help me do it,
but could you?" 
     "Well, miss, I'd love to help, but engaging in New Age rituals
is prohibited by employees," Rachel said in a serious tone.
     "Well, I can't leave until I do this," Sydney said with a
convincing pout. "Now, are you going to help me or not?" 
     Rachel sighed. "I don't know..."
     "Oh, come on, Rachel, let's help her," Monica said. "Not like
we have anything to do anyway." 
     "Oh, all right, Monica," Rachel said. "What do we do?" 
     "Okay, each of you come over and take a seat next to me."
Sydney hoped her excitement wasn't showing as Monica sat to her
left, Rachel to her right. "All right, now we start by taking a few
breaths. Inhale, hold for three seconds, then exhale.
Inhale...exhale. Inhale...exhale." Rachel and Monica half-heatedly
followed her example. Sydney moved on. "Now, look at the candle.
Look at the flame on it. Just watch the flame as you
inhale...exhale. Watch it. Watch the way the flame dances. Focus on
it. Focus on the flame. Just watch the flame and let everything
else go. Watch it. Inhale...exhale and watch the flame."
     Monica was half-way out already. Rachel was a little more
resistant but Syd knew she was wearing them both down. She slipped
her tone into a more commanding mode. "Look at the candle. Just
keep breathing in and out and look at the candle. Watch the way the
flame flickers from left to right, right to left. How it moves, how
it dances. How it invites you in. Look deeper into the flame. Focus
on the center of the flame. Breathe in and out. As you breathe in
and out, you are aware of nothing but the flame and my voice. The
flame and my voice. Look and listen. Look at the flame and listen
to my voice.
     "As you look and listen, you are feeling more relaxed. Very
relaxed. Looking at the candle relaxes you. Listening to my voice
relaxes you. You can trust me. You want to trust me, don't you.
Trust me and let yourself relax. I won't let anything happen to
you. Relax and let yourself go. Relax deeper. Stare into the candle
and relax deeper. You are both feeling so relaxed that you find it
hard to keep your eyes open. Close them. Close your eyes and relax
completely."
     Rachel and Monica slumped onto the couch. Monica's head lolled
to the side, Rachel's propped against a pillow. Sydney smiled. She
got their names and address, then set the final phase into motion.
"Now, then, Monica, Rachel. Listen to me. In a moment I will snap
my fingers. When I do, you will both awaken, with no memory of what
has occurred here. Now, when you return to your apartment tonight,
you will have an overwhelming urge to dress only in pajamas, with
no undergarments. If you hear me say 'candle dance,' you will fall
into this state of relaxation and do anything I say. Do you both
understand this?" 
     "..Yes.."
     "..Yes.." 
     Smiling, Sydney leaned forward and blew out the candle. She
then snapped her fingers. Monica and Rachel both awakened, a bit
shaken but with no other effects. "Thanks a lot, guys. Be seeing
you," Sydney said as she stood up. She took the candle off the
table and moved to join Kimberly by the door. 
     "All set?" Kimberly asked. 
     "They're primed."
     "Give them an hour or so. We need to get stuff together too."
     "Can't leave our party favors behind," Sydney said, kissing
Kimberly quickly. Unheeding of the rain, the two quickly made their
way to their hotel.

     The mood inside Monica's more-spacious-than-it-should-be
apartment was that of a teenager's slumber party. The three women
were certainly dressed that way, each wearing a pair of pajamas.
Monica, blue; Rachel, green; Phoebe, red. A bowl of popcorn lay on
the table as the three sat on the couch, watching "Sleepless in
Seattle." Tom Hanks had just started talking to Meg Ryan when the
doorbell rang. It was the last conscious memory any of the girls
had for the rest of the night. 
     Getting up, Phoebe walked to the door and opened it. Standing
before her were Sydney and Kimberly, both wearing trenchcoats.
Sydney carried a small bag over her shoulder. Kimberly looked
Phoebe straight in the eye and said, "Relax, red ruby ring."
Phoebe's eyes glazed over as she swayed in place. "Let us in,
Phoebe," Kimberly asked. Phoebe stood aside to let the two enter.
     "Phoebs, who is it?" Monica asked. 
     "Candle dance," Sydney said. Monica and Rachel both closed
their eyes and flopped back on the sofa. Kimberly and Sydney looked
at each other and nodded. They took off their coats. Kimberly wore
a fiery red satin bra and panties. Sydney wore white satin panties
and stockings and a white bra. The two women went to work. 
     Kimberly took Phoebe by the hand and led her to the seat next
to the television. Clicking the TV off, she looked at Phoebe. She
knew she had an exceptionally compliant subject before her. Time to
see how compliant. She sat down on the couch and looked into
Phoebe's eyes. "Phoebe, do you find me attractive?" 
     "..Yeah.." Phoebe whispered. 
     "Do you find me desirable?"
     "..Yeah.."
     "Would you like to eat me out, Phoebe?" 
     "..Okay..sure.." Moving forward, Phoebe placed her fingers
into Kimberly's panties and began massaging her clit. Kimberly was
taken by surprise by the suddenness of the move. It took a moment
before the pleasure factor could reach her. Smiling, she took
Phoebe by the head and directed her towards her pussy. "That's
right, Phoebe," she whispered. "Eat me out. Lick my pussy, my
little love slave. You want to, don't you?" 
     "..Yes. I am your love slave.." Phoebe got the words out
despite the fact that her tongue was licking the juices that were
beginning to flow from Kimberly's clit. 
     At the couch, Sydney was preparing herself. She knew Monica
and Rachel were more resistant than Kimberly. It might not be
possible to convince them to pleasure her immediately. However, she
was willing to bet that they would be more than willing to handle
each other first. 
     "Monica, Rachel, listen to me. Listen to my voice. You are
both asleep now. You are sharing a dream. It's a wonderful dream.
The two of you are on a beach. You are all alone. The sun is
beating down on you. It is warm. Very warm. You are so warm and
alone that you decide to remove your clothing. It's too hot for
clothing. Far too hot. No one is around, you can remove your
clothing."
     Sluggishly, Rachel and Monica stripped out of their pajamas.
Sydney could see the sweat glistening off their skins. They really
believed they were on a hot beach. She watched as they disrobed.
They both had adequate, if not large, bosoms. Rachel's clit hair
was lighter than her friends. They both had a knockout pair of
legs. Sydney reached into her bag and brought out a bottle of
tanning oil. "Put out your hands, palms up, cupped." The two
complied. Sydney poured a sizeable amount of oil into each of their
hands. "The sun is beating down so you decide to rub lotion on each
other. Go ahead. Rub the lotion onto each other."
     Rachel moved first, spreading her hands onto Monica's breasts.
She slowly moved in circles around the mounds, starting at the
nipple and working down. She continued to rub along Monica's belly
and arms and along her neck. Monica began at Rachel's hips,
massaging her belly and spreading her fingers along Rachel's back.
Sydney was aroused by this point. "All over, girls. You must spread
the oil all over each other. Go ahead."
     Lying down, Rachel allowed Monica to move her hands up and
down her leg, sighing as the fingers lightly touched the thigh.
Monica then lay down and allowed Rachel to return the favor. Sydney
was going out of her mind. The sight of the two hypnotized friends
oiling each other up was making her insane. "Rachel, Monica, stop.
Lie down on your stomachs." The two obeyed, giving a Sydney a
wonderful view of two perfect asses. 
     Pouring a glob of oil onto her own hands, Sydney placed one
hand on Rachel's back and the other on Monica's. Knelling behind
them, Sydney began to expertly spread the oil onto the beautiful
bottoms. "You can feel the pleasure this gives you," Sydney
whispered. "The pleasure of another woman's hands on you. Another
woman feeling you. You enjoy this pleasure. And you'd enjoy it even
more if the hands feeling you were each other's. Rachel, you long
to have Monica rub your breasts and kiss you. Don't you?"
     "..Yes.." 
     "Monica, you want Rachel to finger your ass and suck your
pussy, don't you?"
     "..Yes.." 
     "Then imagine yourselves together. This only a dream. It's not
real. But it can be good. You can do what you want in a dream and
what you want right now is each other. So, take each other. Make
love to your friend and enjoy your pleasure." 
     Sydney sat back on the couch to enjoy herself. Monica turned
over, lying atop Rachel. She leaned down and kissed her friend long
and hard on the lips. They embraced, enjoying the kiss for what
seemed like an eternity. Rachel moved a hand down and cupped one of
Monica's breasts, rubbing the slick surface of the nipple. Monica
kissed her harder as she returned the favor doublefold, massaging
both of Rachel's breasts. Monica slid down Rachel's body, licking
her belly button before coming to her clit. She seemed to inhale
the scent of oil and womanhood before placing her tongue inside.
She began to slowly lick, her inexperience at first slowing her
down. She learned fast though, and before long, she was driving
Rachel towards orgasm.
     Sydney couldn't stand it any longer. She needed to let go soon
or she'd burst. Turning, she saw Kimberly kissing Pheobe.
Kimberly's panties were shoved aside and her bra was askew. Phoebe
was naked as Kimberly raked her nails along her back. As Sydney
watched, her lover arched in the chair as Phoebe's labors brought
fruit. Moving forward, Sydney decided to take a part. Approaching
Phoebe from behind, Sydney cupped her breasts, squeezing the
tightened nipples. As Phoebe's head leaned back, Sydney kissed her
square on the mouth. She could taste Kimberly's cum on Phoebe's
mouth. Bringing Phoebe down to the floor, Sydney moved up so her
pussy was right over Phoebe's face. Meanwhile, Kimberly knelt down
and placed her mouth underneath Phoebe's clit. At an unspoken
signal, the two moved in at once. Kimberly began to finger Phoebe,
driving her red-nailed appendages into her pussy. Phoebe groaned
with pleasure and licked her lips. She also licked those of Sydney.
Without even looking, Phoebe took Sydney's panties and pulled them
down, exposing her clit. She began to tongue Sydney, the pleasure
she felt from Kimberly passed along. Sydney could feel her juices
churning already.
     As Phoebe lay, the mesmerized victim of the duo, Rachel and
Monica continued their own love fest. Monica crawled up Rachel's
glistening body, Rachel's cum dripping from her face. She leaned
her hands onto the couch and allowed her friend to take her own
taste. As far as the two were concerned, they were having an erotic
dream and were indulging themselves in it. Rachel slowly moved her
hands up Monica's body. She grabbed Monica and squeezed her
buttocks, bringing her pussy in close. She stuck her tongue in and
began licking while her fingers jabbed in and out of Monica's ass.
Monica's moans grew larger and longer as she felt her friend eat
her out. Like a pump, Monica's juices flowed as Rachel fingered
her. Finally, with a loud gasp, they were released, splashing onto
Rachel's attractive face, falling onto her tongue. 
     Next to them, Sydney gasped as she felt herself come. As if
awaiting the signal, Phoebe released her orgasm onto the waiting
Kimberly. For a moment, the five women were motionless as the
aftermath hit them. Kimberly and Sydney looked at each other and
smiled. "Shall we finish off the night?" Sydney asked.
     "With a bang," Kimberly replied.
     They pulled themselves off Phoebe, Sydney pulling off what
remained of her clothing. Taking Phoebe by the arm, Kimberly pulled
her up, kissing her as she did. She maneuvered Phoebe onto the
couch, placing her down upon it. Monica was still leaning against
the couch when she felt Phoebe near her. In Monica's trance-induced
mind, she saw it as another part of the dream. Her desire turned on
to the extreme by the trance and what had occurred, she pulled
herself onto the couch, kissing Phoebe hard. Phoebe returned the
favor as the two lip-locked, Phoebe's hands sliding along Monica's
slick body. Monica maneuvered herself until she and Phoebe were
facing each other's pussy. Monica fingered Phoebe's clit while
Phoebe began to lick Monica's.
     As the two began, Sydney kissed Rachel long and hard on the
lips. She leaned against the couch and brought Rachel down to her
clit. Kimberly slid underneath Rachel and began to lick her pussy.
The smell of released womanhood filled the apartment. 
     For two hours, it continued. The five took turns making love
to one another and eating each other out. Finally, an exhausted
Sydney and Kimberly disengaged themselves from the pile of limbs on
the couch and stood up. Staggering, they redressed and pulled on
their coats. Sydney placed the oil bottle back in the bag and
removed several bottles of wine, all almost empty. She and Kimberly
then took a bottle and had each of the girls drink it. Sydney then
leaned on the couch, her head above the naked group. "Listen to
me," she whispered. "In a moment, you'll hear the door shut. When
it does, you will slip into a normal, restful sleep. You will
awaken with no memory of us or our having been here. You will
remember what has happened between you all, but not our
involvement. We were not here. You will not remember us. Good-bye
and thank you for a wonderful evening." She turned, hooked her arm
into Kimberly's and calmly walked out of the apartment. 

     Monica slowly blinked her eyes at the sun coming into the
window. She wondered why her window was so bright, then realized it
was the living room window. She felt a movement underneath her and
looked down to see a naked Rachel lying by her breast. An equally
disrobed Phoebe was sacked out at their feet. 
     Monica's whimper woke the other two up. It took a moment
before they took in where they were and what was happening. They
looked at each other, at the empty bottles on the table, at their
naked flesh, at their clothes strewn about, at the juice on each
other's faces. All came to the same conclusion.
     "Oh." Phoebe.
     "My." Rachel.
     "God." Monica.
     Before any of them could do anything else, the apartment door
opened and the last three people in the world they wanted to see
them like this entered. They stopped dead in the door and stared in
disbelief at the scene in front of them. 
     "Oh." Joey.
     "My." Chandler.
     "God." Ross.
     Chandler looked at Monica, then at Rachel, then turned his
attention to Ross. "What *is* it about you, man?"

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