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The Writer.

Standard Disclaimer, meaning this is a work of pure fiction, and NOT
to be read by persons under the age of 18. If you enjoy this story
please email your thanks to the publisher. Thank you - Mesmer.

			  "THE WRITER" (C) by Mesmer Chapter I

                               * 
Damien Dalton had always understood the difference between a writer
and an author was simply a matter of a writer 'not' having had his
work published, whereas an author had become published at least once.
While he still believed in that basic difference between the two,
Damien also believed now that another difference between the two, and
just as noticeable, was that a writer starved while searching for the
ideas and effort that would help him cross the boundary from one to
the other.

     Damien's latest idea was to write a book on the power of mind
control - hypnosis to be more exact, in that the control could take
place without the aid of drugs of any kind. As was his usual method
when first beginning a new story Damien sat down and listed his needs,
starting with the purchase of a good book on hypnosis. He knew also
that he would need at least one person or more to practice on, so he
could write from the point of view of the person doing the hypnotising
and the hopeful controlling. The actual plot, he knew, would come to
him soon. It always did when he became really focussed.

     Damien found many books on hypnosis at the library, but none
seemed to be what he was looking for, even though he had admitted to
himself he hadn't a clue what that might be.  He'd gotten all sorts of
ideas from his library research, such as subliminal tape recordings,
spiral patterns and video graphics. Swinging a watch in front of
someone's eyes seemed a bit outdated to him, but he had considered it
anyway, not letting any idea go completely until he was sure it had
nothing to offer him or his potential readers.

     After all was said and done Damien had reached the conclusion
that the primary requirement for hypnosis to occur was the absolute
fixation of concentrated attention on something or someone, without
any extraneous thoughts whatsoever. Relaxation, from what Damien had
read didn't seem to be all that necessary for an altered state of
consciousness to occur, as long as the person being hypnotised had his
attention completely absorbed in something or someone. Once that had
been successfully achieved, any suggestion thereafter given would
supposedly bypass the critical conscious mind without even being
noticed, and, be accepted fully as if it had been the hypnotised
person's own idea, one that would be acted upon without suspicion or
critical evaluation of any kind.

     It was all about absolute power over another individual. Damien
knew that only too well by the time he had finished all the research
he could possibly do for the time being. And to hypnotise someone
without them knowing or being aware of it was even more of a power
trip to those that way inclined. When he locked into the idea of
hypnotising someone without their permission or knowledge it opened up
a whole new range of ideas to him, and he explored them in his active
imagination to the utmost, looking for that magical idea that would
take his status of a writer and change it to one of being an author.
Damien knew he was on the right track toward finding it, but so far,
the beginning had eluded him.

			      * *
				A few days after he had finished his
research the idea came to him out of left field. It had been a warm
day. On Damien's desk sat a silent little desk fan. The strength of
the breeze the tiny fan generated was hardly noticeable - just a
gentle, continuous stream of soft, cool air upon his face. It was
constant enough for him to be aware of its presence and the slight
cooling effect on his face, yet quiet and unobtrusive enough for him
to not even notice it if he hadn't suddenly stopped and become aware
of it. In fact, he had been idly staring at it while reaching for
ideas in the depth of his mind and trying to get cool at the same
time. He had found himself locked into the thought of cooling down and
the sensation of feeling so good about the coolness actually being
felt on his skin at the same time. 

     What made Damien so sure he had found the answer to his problem
was the time. He had been staring at the fan for almost a half an hour
and hadn't realised it. When he finally did, he also noticed that he
felt very good within his mind and body for the experience.  He now
looked at the tiny fan, realising the implications of what he had
discovered. It was perfect. Who would take any notice of an
innocent-looking little desk fan? Now, if he could just add something
to that as well to capture someone's attention in the first place he
would have his idea in the completed form. 

     Damien stared hard at the tiny plastic fan with the silently
spinning blades. Then he realised the difference between what he was
thinking and what he had read in his research.  The spinning
spiral-type disks must have worked, but he couldn't see how they could
invoke a physical sensation, other than a relaxed feeling. Now, if he
could just combine the ability to capture attention and the invoking
of a physical stimulus, Damien knew he'd have his final answer. 

     As he was about to get up it came to him suddenly, in a flash of
rare insight. He relaxed and sat back down, staring hard at the tiny
plastic fan once again. He would combine them both by somehow painting
a spiral on the blades of the little fan, thereby being able to
capitalise on both the mental and physical attributes of capturing
someone's undivided attention and then holding it ad-infinitum. Now,
Damien was happy.

			       * * *
				Over the next few days Damien
experiment with at least twenty different types of spiral patterns and
colours, trying and re-trying them all, one by one, until finally he
decided on a pattern that generated a slow spiral at the lowest speed
of the three-speed fan, and a very relaxing mental and physical
effect, yet he was amazed at the disorientating effect the
innocent-looking little plastic fan had on him when he used the
fastest speed. 

     Damien had also chosen a colour, yellow, but in luminescent
brilliance. It would glow in the dark, but in the day time it was just
bright enough and easy on the eyes as it captured his total and
complete attention, and without him even noticing it was doing so. He
had kept his attention focussed entirely on the cooling effect of the
gentle, almost unnoticeable and continuous breath of cool air upon his
skin. Test after test had found him incredibly amazed at the
unnoticeable time passed while gazing at the spinning yellow spiral.
The time actually seemed to fly by, leaving him every time, feeling
very good within himself, both physically and mentally. Now all Damien
had to do was to try it out on someone other than himself.

     He purposely placed the chair in a particular position opposite
his desk and then spent several minutes angling the little fan so it
struck the person's gaze and face in just the right way, without being
obvious. He tried a dozen different ways in which someone may sit in
the chair opposite him, and from several different heights, simulating
both short and tall people who might happen to occupy the chair.

     Damien had read somewhere in his research that the more
intelligent a person was, the more easily they could be hypnotised. He
decided to try the little fan out on the most intelligent people he
could find, starting with his secretary, June, a thirty year old
separated housewife who worked three days a week for him typing up his
manuscripts and putting them in a logical order on disc in his
literary archives. He often called her in to sit down opposite him
while he bounced various ideas off her from time to time, for a second
point of view. It looked like the next day was going to be different,
if not entirely successful and exciting.

			    * * * *
				Damien's pulse quickened along with
his heartbeat the instant his eyes opened the next morning. The smile
on his face quickly followed. He bounded out of bed, showered and
shaved, then drove quickly to the office for any last minute details
he wanted to go over in his mind. 

     The only thing he hadn't decided was when to actually try it out.
Finally, he decided on just before lunch. It was usually hot anyway at
that time, and with the window shut behind the blinds where it
couldn't be seen it was sure to become a hell of a lot hotter by the
time he asked June to come in and sit down opposite him. Damien hoped
he'd slowed the speed of the fan down enough. At first the spiral
pattern could not be seen on the fan's normal speeds, but then, by
adjusting the internal motor he had come up with three speeds that
easily attracted his attention.

     At eleven thirty his office was quite humid. He smiled and then
buzzed June on the intercom.

     "Yes, DD." came the artificial answer from the outdated voice
box. She always called him by her per name, 'DD.' Damien didn't mind.
A lot of people had throughout his life.

     "Can you come in for a while, if you're not doing anything
important? I want you to help me with some ideas for a new book I'm
working on." he told her, knowing it made her feel really important
whenever he asked for her help.

     "Sure." she squarked. "I'm full of ideas today. Be right in. Just
finishing something.  Okay?"

     "Okay." Damien said, then sat back to wait, noticing already now
how warm and humid his office had become.

     Five minutes later June came through the door, closing it gently
behind her. As she walked up to this desk and sat down her face
stretched into a grimace.

     "God, it's hot in here!" she stated, fanning herself with her
hand. "Why don't you open a window?"

     "I hate the light, and besides, there's no breeze, anyway." which
wasn't a lie, Damien thought to himself as he watched the tiny beads
of perspiration form immediately across her forehead. He leaned over
and flicked the first speed of the little plastic fan on. It cranked
up at what seemed to be a very slow rate of knots. Then he leaned back
in his chair to watch her like he always did whenever he asked her to
help him.

     June looked at the little fan, knowing the slow-turning little
thing hardly seemed to have the energy to keep turning, let alone
create any relief through a nice cool breeze. Then she found herself
staring at the strange pattern its blades were making as they spun
lazily round and round and as she continued to watch it for a few more
seconds she forgot all about the humid room she now sat in. Finally,
she turned back to face Damien, but it seemed to take her mind quite
an effort to do so. It seemed very relaxing just looking at the fan
and thinking of being cool.

     Damien had not missed how the little fan had gotten June's
attention, as well as seeing her visibly relax in front of his very
eyes. He smiled.

     "Why don't you get a bigger fan?" June asked, smiling wryly.
"That one looks as if it's going to have a heart-attack any second."
Then she chuckled at her own attempt at humour.

     "It would only swirl around the dead air in here even more
faster." He replied.  "Besides, it's got two more speeds." he said,
leaning forward and directing her gaze back to the fan as he turned it
to the second speed.

     The little fan cranked up another few knots, but still seemed to
be turning lazily.  Then, to Damien's surprise, June leaned forward
with her face and stared right into the centre of its spinning spiral
pattern. Her eyes widened for a few seconds, then half closed as she
sighed when the cool, gentle breathing of the blades whispered a
cooling all over her hot face.

     "Ahhhh." June sighed, feeling the cool breeze, if it could really
be called that. She could hardly feel it, even with the speed turned
up. Still, she thought, as she became fascinated with the turning
pattern, it's better than nothing in this hot office, and god only
knew how long Damien wanted to keep her in here, milking her for ideas
for his new book.

     "It feels cool on every part of your face." Damien said softly,
soothingly, as he watched her closely. "If you just think about how
hot and humid you felt before you looked at it you could almost say
the little fan has cooled you off beautifully already, and we haven't
even tried number three speed yet. Isn't that true?"

     Yes, that was true, June thought, as she revelled in the cool air
blowing its whispering breath over her face. And she certainly felt a
lot cooler looking at the fan now than she had when she had first come
into the office.

     "That's for sure." she answered, her voice sounding sort of
dreamy to herself, she noted.

     "If you want to be even cooler in this office that feels like a
sauna room or a hot, humid steam bath you could turn it up to number
three speed." he told her soothingly. "Then you could 'really' cool
down and escape this terrible, uncomfortable heat. That would be even
better. Wouldn't it?"

     June nodded and reached forward the instant he said it. She did
want to be cooler, if that was possible without giving the little fan
an internal haemorrhage. Then she waited a few seconds as the pretty
pattern increased its speed a little more, to see if it held on under
the duress she was now putting it through. Damien was right, she
nodded to herself again.  This office was like a damn steam bath, a
real sauna room at that. She didn't know how he could stand it in
here. She could feel the perspiration trickling slowly down her spine
from between her shoulder blades.

     "You seem to really like my little cooling fan." he said
soothingly. "You must be ...  really feeling the gentle cooling effect
... on your face and ... cooling down your whole body by now."

     "Mmmm." June answered as a reply. Damien was right again. Her
face did feel really nice and comfortable, she noticed. And her body
did seem like it was starting to cool down a little bit. She couldn't
feel the sweat running down her spine, now that she took the time to
notice it, and she felt very relaxed as she looked at the swirling
pattern on the fan's centre.  Yes, she decided. She 'did' like
Damien's little plastic fan. In fact, she noted to herself, she might
get one of them for herself.

     Damien's heart thumped against his rib cage as he watched his
secretary lock her gaze into the centre of the fan. Her eyes seemed
sort of glazed and she looked very relaxed and calm.

     "The more you look at the spinning pattern the more cooler you
become." he told her in a slower, more soothing voice. "That's what
I've always found, anyway. And the more you looked at it the more
cooler and more relaxed and calm you become as you just feel like
letting all your worries and problems just drain away, from the tip of
your head to the tip of your toes."

     June nodded slowly. Damien was right, she decided. That was
exactly how she felt and what she was feeling right then. And she
'was' beginning to feel more cool and more comfortable the more she
looked at the pretty swirling pattern. She felt very relaxed and calm
too. She could just imagine all her problems melting away and draining
from her head to her toes and then flowing out on to the floor as
Damien was speaking about it. Then June suddenly remembered she was
supposed to be doing something, but she couldn't immediately recall
what it was. Something to do with Damien and helping him, she puzzled,
then lost her focus back to the cooling, swirling fan blades.  "You
always ... get very lazy and ... very .. very tired." Damien went on
in a very slow and very soothing tone of voice. "Whenever you ...
always want to look ... deeply into the swirling pattern and ... find
it so relaxing and ... so comforting ... like you feel just after you
... fall into your bed at night after a ... hot and ... hard day's
work at the office ... and just don't want to do anything except ...
just go to sleep ... and just curl up ... like when you were in your
mother's arms and ... just let go of everything and ... just close
your eyes and ... go to sleep now ... because you ... feel so tired
and ... feel so drowsy that ... your eyelids will close now .. so
tightly ... because ... they're so relaxed now ... and you know you
couldn't open them ... even if you tried ... very .. very hard because
... you really don't want to anymore ...  because it ... feels so good
to ... have them closed so tightly now ... they won't even open if you
tried real hard ... when I tell you to."

     Damien watched and smiled inside and out as June's eyes closed
shut right on cue.  She drew a deep breath and sighed loudly as they
finally closed all the way down. He decided to remain silent for a few
minutes and allow her to really get into the way she was feeling.

     June wondered what was happening to her. Something told her she
shouldn't be this relaxed during work hours, but Damien was with her
so it must be alright with him. His voice seemed so soft. She had
never noticed that before about his voice. Soothing too. She felt warm
all over, as if she really was being cradled by her mother's arms.
God, she thought.  That was a long time ago, but she could still
remember how warm and safe she felt, and she could feel it right then.
Her eyelids felt as if they were glued shut.

     "Try to open those tired ... and relaxed eyelids ... now." Damien
said softly. "And see how ... they just won't open. How they just ...
don't want to work .. because they ... feel so good where they are ...
now close down very tightly and ... so relaxed and calm."

     June really didn't want to even try to open her eyes and wished
he hadn't asked her to try. She just didn't feel like it at all.
Nevertheless, he 'was' her boss, after all, so she gave it her best
shot, although, even as she did, she knew it wasn't, because she
simply didn't want to. Then she relaxed and stopped trying. She'd made
the effort, June decided. He would have seen her trying. That was
enough. Now, she wondered, what was she supposed to be doing? It was
something to do with Damien. What was it? Then she lost the thought
and sighed, relaxing more and feeling more relaxed. She was too tired
to think. Some other time. This was the time to enjoy, not to think.

     Damien saw June's eyebrows arch as she tried to open her eyes.
She either couldn't, he decided, after watching her stop trying almost
as soon as she'd started, or, she just plain didn't want to. Either
way was okay by him. She seemed to be really relaxing. Her shoulders
slumped forward and her head was also now leaning forward toward her
chest. Her breathing seemed deep and restful and her arms rested
comfortably and loosely on his desk.

     "If you ... turn to face me now ... you will ... still feel as
good as you do right now." he told her softly.

     June turned her face away from the little fan after a few
seconds, although she really didn't want to do that either. But, she
trusted Damien. If her said she would be just as cool, she believed
him. And then she did. He was right again. She had a smart boss, she
decided, as she settled her shoulders into their new position of
facing him. But she wasn't going to try and open her eyes again, even
if he asked her to. It was too nice having them closed. Then she felt
herself smile. Well, maybe she would try again, just once, if he asked
her to, she decided lazily. After all, he 'was' her boss.

     "You can ... take some time out and ... go to sleep now. Go to
sleep now ... you can go to sleep ... very deeply now." he told her
softly, soothingly. "I know you ... work too hard and ... I appreciate
it. It's alright ... now ... for you to ... go to sleep and ... just
let yourself go deeper ... and deeper asleep while ... you relax more
and ... more deeply and ... let yourself go ... very .. very deeply to
sleep where ... you can't think of anything and ... don't want to
think of anything and ... just want to sleep deeper ... and deeper and
... take time out for a little while and ... that's okay. So, go .. to
.. sleep .. nowwwww."

     Something told June that she shouldn't be thinking about having a
little sleep in work time, but Damien was telling her it was okay. And
she did work hard. She knew he knew that. He was always thanking her.
Maybe he was just being nice for all the times in the past when she'd
worked overtime and he'd never paid her. She hadn't minded. He was
just getting started as a writer. 'Someone' had to help him. In some
ways he was just like a little boy. And now, sleep sounded so
inviting, she decided as she felt herself drifting away further and
further from the soothing sound of Damien's voice. And he'd given her
permission, so, why not? June felt as if she were floating further and
further away on a soft, fluffy cloud. So tired she didn't even want to
think about thinking anymore. Not wanting to do anything but curl up
and go to sleep on her fluffy, soft cloud.

			  * * * * * *
				Damien leaned further back in his
chair, resting it on its two back legs and balancing precariously as
he watched closely the face and features of his entranced secretary.
His smile had vanished. He was astounded at what he'd accomplished. He
had done it, and the proof of his success was sitting deeply asleep in
front of him. Her arms rested lightly and loosely on his desk in front
of her and her head bent forward toward her chest. He watched her
breathing for several seconds and knew she was breathing deeply and
evenly, just as if she was really asleep. Then he had a sudden
thought. Maybe he had gone too far and really put her to sleep - a
'real' sleep.

     "You will ... always hear the sound of my voice," Damien thought
to say quickly. "no matter how deeply .. and .. how comfortably you
are in your .. deepest sleep in your life will you .. always be able
to hear the sound of my voice .. and be .. able to answer me .. no
matter how much you want to stay deeply asleep .. because you ...
won't disturb your beautiful, deeply relaxing and .. restful sleep
when .. you can always talk to me .. when I want you too.  Isn't that
true?"

     June felt her head slowly nod, but she didn't recall consciously
doing it. She could hear him, she decided, but she didn't want to. She
just wanted to go to sleep.

     "And you can .. talk to me now," Damien went on. "with the sound
of your voice and ... still be deeply asleep and .. you didn't know
that .. but you do now so .. you can talk to me normally now .. and
still stay deeply and fast asleep. Isn't that true?"

     "Ye..es." June heard herself say, and again she didn't remember
consciously saying a thing. She was amazed. Damien had been right
again. She could stay asleep and still talk normally to him. What an
amazing thing to know, June thought in wonderment. She never realised
that at all.

     Damien smiled and let out the breath he'd been holding. He had
really done it. He felt like clapping and shouting, but he couldn't do
either. Once again he began to think about what to do now. He would
have to install an amnesia key and a trance key word for next time. He
didn't want her to remember anything and he didn't want to take this
long to trance her down next time.

     "Because you like this special sleep so much," he told her,
speeding up his speech patterns now that he'd successfully hypnotised
her. "I'm going to give you a surprise .. and give you your own
special trance sleep key .. with the words, 'sleep time.' And whenever
you hear the sound of my voice only .. say the special words to your
own secret trance key, 'sleep time', no matter what you're doing .. or
where you are .. your eyes will close quickly down and .. you'll go
back deeply to sleep .. and fall asleep as deeply and as beautifully
as you are right now .. whenever you hear my voice only .. say the
words of your secret trance key, 'sleep time', you will go fast asleep
.. and will not be able to resist .. going instantly .. and quickly ..
fast asleep .. because your unconscious mind .. will always remember
those words, 'sleep time,' which you can forget .. because you don't
need to remember .. what your unconscious mind will .. so you can
forget all about ..whatever I tell you to forget .. no matter what it
is ... no matter what happens .. and no matter what you do .. what you
will .. never again be able to remember. Isn't that true?"

     June nodded slowly. "Yes." she said, thinking it was absolutely
amazing. Her very own secret trance key. What a great idea. What a
nice boss she had, giving her a trance key with two secret words that
she would always remember, no matter where she was or what she was
doing at the time, and she didn't even have to bother trying to
remember what they were because her unconscious mind would always
remember. Damien thought of everything, she decided. She was so lucky
to have him for a boss and not someone like she'd had in the past who
was always hitting on her and trying to get into her pants all the
time. She had only had one serious relationship in her life and that
hadn't worked out. Now she was saving herself for the next special man
in her life, whenever he happened to come along. June sighed
internally. She wished he would hurry up. Her biological clock was
already ticking away faster and faster with each passing day.

     Now for the final test, Damien thought as he prepared to wake her
up and test for amnesia and the effect of her trance key. If they both
worked he could 'really' call himself a success in the area of
hypnotism, at least with his secretary, anyway.

     "When I snap my fingers." he told her. "You will be wide awake,
feeling refreshed and alive with a new energy coursing through your
mind and your body at all levels. And now that you have your own
secret trance key you can go back to sleep as quickly as you want to
whenever you hear me say it. When I snap my fingers you will open your
eyes and become instantly awake and remember nothing of anything I've
said because your unconscious mind will remember everything so you
simply don't have to. Is that clear?"

     Of course it was clear, June thought, a little agitated that he
didn't think she might understand. She knew about her trance key now.
And the fact that her unconscious mind would remember everything. She
didn't want to anyway. Why should she? "Yes." she answered slowly.

     Damien snapped his fingers and started talking as if halfway
through a sentence.

     "So if you could come up with any ideas I'd really be grateful,
June." he said, watching her blink her eyes several times.

     "Huh?" she said.

     He watched as the puzzled look spread across her face. Her eyes
found his quickly.

     "Do you want me to say it all over again?" he asked.

     "No. I..I..err...I just don't rem.." she stammered and then
stopped.

     June wondered what had happened. Had she been daydreaming? What
had he been talking about? She felt herself begin to blush with
embarrassment. This had never happened to her before in her life. God,
the office felt like the inside of her oven. So hot. June fought to
collect her thoughts and try to save the situation and prevent it from
becoming any more embarrassing than it already was for her.

     "I'm sorry, Damien." she apologised. "I must have ...er..I don't
know. I must have...drifted off for a second or two. I'm really sorry.
I feel so embarrassed. I Just don't understand."

     Damien smiled warmly at his confused secretary, inwardly pleased
with everything he had done in his morning's work. "That's okay." he
told her. "It's too hot to work anyway. I feel like sleeping. How
about you?"

     June smiled, eased in her embarrassment by her boss's
understanding. But she didn't feel tired. She felt hot, but not tired.
In fact, she felt pretty good, as if she had just woken up from a long
sleep. 

     "For some reason," she replied. I feel pretty good." Then she
lowered her eyes from his gaze, knowing she probably felt good because
she had somehow managed to catnap right under the nose of her own
boss.

     "Sleep time." Damien said soothingly.

     June's eyebrows arched at the words Damien had spoken. They
sounded familiar, but she knew they weren't. "Huh?" she responded.
Then, "Ohhhhhhh."

     Damien smiled as he watched his secretary's eyelids flutter for a
few seconds then slam shut. Her shoulders sagged down and her head
drooped forward even more then it had before toward her chest. Her
breathing settled quickly into a deep and even pattern.

     June tried, but just couldn't keep her eyelids open. She couldn't
understand what was happening to her. What must Damien think of me,
she thought as she lost the final battle to stop them from doing what
she did not want them to do. They had shut all by themselves as wave
after wave of the most glorious tiredness she had never experienced
before in her life washed over her mind and body, over and over again.
It was just too much for her, and too nice to resist. And finally,
June surrendered completely to the relaxing waves as they washed her
mind deeper and deeper to a very restful and calm place.

     "Are you back in your special place where it's so ... nice and
warm and safe?" he asked her. "Where everything I tell you to
experience, you 'will' experience, and everything I tell you to feel,
you 'will' feel, because 'everything' that happens in your special
place to you will .. seem so right ... and so perfectly natural that
... everything will seem like ... it was 'your' idea in the first
place and ... you will want to do 'everything' that is suggested
...because ... you would have thought of doing that anyway ... in your
special place. Isn't that true?"

     Everything her boss said made sense, June thought. What was the
point of having a special place to go to if you couldn't do whatever
you liked? And it 'was' so nice. "Yes." she replied dreamily.

     Damien smiled. Total success, in all quarters. He sat and watched
June closely, leaving her alone with her thoughts and only one of his.
`"Go deeper asleep ... now." he said.

     June felt herself drifting deeper and deeper down in her own
mind. Wave after wave of gentle, drowsy relaxation washed over her
mind and body from head to toe. She felt wonderful and so sleepy.

			    * * * * * *
				"June?" Damien tested in his normal
talking voice.

     "Yes?" she answered, sounding to him as if she were being
summoned from a far away place she'd rather remain.

     "How do you feel?"

     "Wonderful." June replied. And as she said it her voice sounded
different to herself somehow.

     "Do you realise what's happened to you?" Damien questioned.

     Well, of course she did, June thought. She was taking time out,
just as he said she could. And, it was lovely. She felt calm and
relaxed. So very relaxed. "Yes." she answered.  "I'm taking time out,
like you said."

     Damien smiled. "That's fine. You're doing perfectly. And now, you
can allow yourself to feel very warm and very comfortable all
throughout your mind, and all over your body."

     June smiled at the thought. She already felt like that anyway.
But strangely, the more she now thought about it, the more comfortable
and the more relaxed she felt.

     "I think you'd feel even more comfortable," he went on. "If you
were to be alone right now in your special place, where your privacy
could be assured. And you could really let yourself go and enjoy your
special time out in as many special and relaxing and enjoyable ways
that you might want to. Don't you think that's a good idea? To be all
alone with nothing and no-one except the soothing sound of my voice
which you can hardly hear anyway?"

     What a great idea, June thought. Yes, she decided for herself. I
'would' rather be by myself. After all, it is 'my' special place. And
Damien was right. His voice was sounding further and further away.
"Yes." she answered finally.

     "That's fine. Go there now, to your special place, in any way you
want to, to wherever you want to, so that you're all alone with
nothing and no-one with you to disturb your privacy except the
soothing sound of my voice, which you can hardly even notice being
with you except to listen to and not notice at all, just as part of
the background, like good music, listened to, but never noticed. Go
there now, and tell me when you're all alone and very private in your
special place. Will you do that for me?"

     "Yes." June replied immediately. She wanted to go there for her
special time out.  Then, into her mind came the image of her last
holiday in Vanuatu, in her apartment. She had just returned from
snorkelling and was dressed in her bikini's as she came in through her
apartment door and locked it behind her. When she could see the door
was locked and the air conditioner was turned on she knew she was
there. She could smell the salt in the air, even after it had been
through the air purifier. "I'm here." she said slowly.

     "Where are you?" Damien asked her.

     "In my holiday apartment in Vanuatu." she answered.

     "What are you wearing?" he asked next.

     "My bikini." she replied. "I've just come back from snorkelling.
It was great." June could see clearly in her mind the beautiful shapes
and colours of the coral she had seen beneath the crystal clear waters
of the Pacific ocean.

     Damien thought for a moment before he spoke next. Then, in a
flash, he knew where he was going, or rather, where he was going to
take her.

     "June?" he began. "In a moment I'm going to ask you to open your
eyes. When I do that, you will allow your eyes to open, but you will
remain always deeply in your special place, never leaving it for a
moment, and always being totally and completely alone. You will always
hear the sound of my voice, like good music, always listened to, but
never noticed. You will be completely alone and not even aware of my
physical presence, and will not notice the sound of my voice, even
though you are listening to it like good music in the background of
your special place. Do you understand."

     "Yes." she answered.

     "Allow your eyes to open now." he said soothingly.

     June allowed her eyes to open and saw her room. She smiled. She
was sitting at a writing desk.

     Damien held his breath as her eyes opened. He watched her look
around the desk, but not at him, as if he simply were not there. He
smiled.

     "June?" he asked.

     "Yes?" 

     "Do remember telling me that you've just come back from
snorkelling, dressed in your bikini?" he asked.

     "Yes."

     "You must have put your clothes back on somewhere because you are
still fully dressed. Can you see that? You must have stopped
somewhere." he told her.

     June looked down at herself. She was flabbergasted. How could
that be. She hadn't stopped anywhere. She was sure she would have
remembered it. But there she was. Damien was right, as always. She was
fully dressed again. She shook her head slowly from side to side,
trying to remember where it was she had stopped and dressed again.

     Damien watched as June slowly shook her head from side to side
and smiled at the puzzled expression on her face.

     "Never mind." he said. "It doesn't matter now, anyway. You back
in the absolute privacy of your own apartment now and nobody can see
you, so you can take your clothes off now and have that shower you
were planning to have so you can wash all that salt off your body
before you start to itch. Then you'll feel all clean and fresh again,
just like you want to.  Does that sound like a good idea?"

     Yes it did, June agreed. Her hands began to undo the buttons on
her blouse, beginning at the top button. She was looking forward to
the hot shower. She loved the fresh feeling afterward and after
swimming in the open sea. It made her feel alive. She undid the last
button and slipped the blouse from each shoulder, dropping it on the
floor. Then she reached behind herself and released the clasp of her
bra, allowing it to drop to the floor and land on top of her blouse.
Without thinking what she was doing she rubbed her hands over the soft
underbelly of each breast. "Mmmmm." she said aloud. That always felt
so good to get out of that bra.

     Damien's loins stirred and twitched as he watched June sensually
rubbing back and forth beneath each full, jutting breast. Her nipples
began to stiffen and swell, and when he heard her moan at the sense of
her own touch against her flesh he felt himself harden instantly. His
hand found his restlessness and gripped it tightly in readjusting it
as he watched his secretary stand up and slip off her dress and
underwear. Then she stretched her hands high above her head, gripping
her fingers together as she did so. It was almost more than he could
bear. He readjusted himself for the second time in as many minutes.

     "It feels good when you rub your breasts like that. Doesn't it?"
he asked her.

     "Yes." she answered immediately. "I hate wearing a bra."

     "Yes." Damien agreed. "And it felt sexy as well. Isn't that
true?"

     "Mmmm. Yes." she said, her hands finding her breasts and cupping
them gently to squeeze and lift them both.

     "Almost as nice as softly feeling your special secret place
between your legs. So warm and sexy to the feel of your own gentle
touch. Isn't that true?" he said.

     June knew Damien was right and nodded with her answer. "Ooohh
yess." He always seemed to be right lately. He never used to be. But
he was now. She reached down between her thighs and cupped herself,
feeling the softness of her lush downy thatch as her fingers slid
smoothly between the soft crease of her junction.

     "And now that you're all alone and it's been a long time since
you've masturbated standing up, I bet it would feel really exciting to
do it in your special apartment here where no-one can see you having
so much personal fun and excitement while you're on your holiday and
taking time out. Don't you think?"

     June felt her fingers reach deeply and intimately between her
thighs. "Oohhhh yesss." she moaned aloud. She always enjoyed her own
gentle touch, always wishing men could be as gentle with her as she
was with herself. She widened her stance and deepened her sliding,
circling touch, feeling her breath deepen to a hoarse pant as it
always did when she masturbated at home in her unit. 

     Her long fingers delved deeply inside herself, while others
rounded and circled the pleasure jewel of her Nile. She felt the
nectar of her arousement begin to flood her jewellery case in
preparation for her own ultimate conclusion she knew was just around
the corner and quickened the self-pleasuring actions of both her hands
and all of her long, slender fingers. 

     Her breathing rasped in short, sharp pants, as she bent slightly
at the knees. Her mouth opened wide as her breasts swung with her
heaving chest as she sought more oxygen to take her to the top of her
passion mountain. Her loins flamed and her fingers torched her flesh
with pleasure and rapture that seemed different somehow, as if she
were feeling everything for the very first time. 

     Her palms were slickened and glistened from the freely flowing
wine of her own moist centre, rubbing, circling, dipping and diving
frantically between her open thighs and buttocks for the last piece of
rapturous feeling that would send her over the top. When she found it,
and then instantly felt her hips and thighs began to jerk
uncontrollably, all by themselves June knew her flaming end was upon
her. She gave herself up, body and soul to her moment, totally and
very completely.

     "Oooohhhhhh, god!" she moaned aloud. "Ooooohhh, yesssssssss!
Ooooooooohh, god!" Her hands worked furiously to heighten her tumbling
fall from her own dizzy heights.  She thrust her loins hard against
her slipping and sliding palms, gripping herself fiercely between the
legs and squeezing tightly for a few long seconds. "Ooooooooh,
Jeeeeeeesssuss!" she cried aloud. "Ooohhmygod, yesssssss!
Yyyyeeeeesssss!"

     Damien was as hard as a rock, completely mesmerised himself from
the sight taking place in front of his eyes. His testicles ached and
it was only when he glanced down at himself he realised he had been
crushing himself. He released some of the gripping pressure on his
twitching groin, watching his secretary pleasure herself to rapturous
completion before his own captured gaze.

     He stared at her. Her eyes were closed and her mouth hung open.
Her breathing came in huge gasps as her chest rose and fell rapidly
while she settled. Her breasts jiggled this way and that and finally
she straightened her stance and sighed loudly as she rubbed her
slickened palms all over and under and around each full breast,
lingering long on each self-greased nipple between the slippery
fingers and thumbs of her glistening hands. And she was smiling as she
did so. God, Damien thought as he readjusted his burning loins for the
last time. That was the sexiest scene I have ever had the good fortune
to witness in my entire life.

     "Rest now." was all he could think to say to her. He needed one
himself. He watched her relax physically. Her breathing slowed rapidly
and her arms fell limp and loose by her sides. 

     Then, "Get dressed again now." he told her. "Someone may knock on
your door at any moment." Then he watched in physical agony as she
quickly dressed herself.

     "Sit down now." he told her when she'd done up the last button.
And when she'd done that and settled back down into the chair he
continued. "In a moment I'm going to snap my fingers and you will
instantly leave your special place, but you will be going back there
many, many times if you want. You will remember nothing except how
wonderfully relaxed and satisfied you feel in your mind and your body.
You will think you dozed off again while I was talking about my new
book to you. Do you understand clearly?"

     "Yes." June answered. As long as she could come back to her
special place again many, many times, like Damien had just told her
she would do anything. It was heaven and 'then' some.

     Damien snapped his fingers and began talking immediately.

     "And if I can ever get one of my stories published," he said.
"I'll pay you back for all the good ideas you always give me. I don't
know how you do it, June. I'm really grateful to you again."

     June blinked her eyes several times. Oh, no! She thought. I've
done it again! Her face reddened with embarrassment at doing the same
thing twice in the one day. Then suddenly she realised that Damien was
smiling at her very warmly and thanking her for her ideas. Her mind
raced, but for the life of her she couldn't recall what she had said.
God, she was having a bad-hair day, but she felt so good, so relaxed.
Finally her thoughts decided it must have been the heat responsible
for her day and she locked back onto the sound of his voice.

     "You'll have to tell me about your holiday in Vanuatu sometime."
Damien said to her as he rose from his chair and gestured toward his
office door. 

     June rose and walked with him to the door, her mind screaming. As
he opened it for her she smiled, but on the inside her mind raced. She
had never mentioned her holiday in Vanuatu to Damien. That had
happened long before she had come to work for him. She was positive
she hadn't. Had she? God, she thought. What a fucking day! 

     It wasn't often that June swore, silently or aloud, but when she
thought it then she became acutely aware of the wetness and the warmth
between her legs and sighed. Then her face reddened more than any
other time that day as she thought of the possibility of her
daydreaming about Vanuatu and imagining herself to an orgasm as she
sat in front of her boss, 'while' he was talking to her. June was
grateful he was standing behind her as he closed the door. Again she
felt the deep warmth and wetness, knowing she never got that warm or
that wet unless she 'had' orgasmed, and her ears burned with shame and
embarrassment all the way as she hurried down the hallway to the
toilet to check.

     Damien sat back in his chair and smiled, satisfied with his
morning's work, and already planning his next day's events ...
starting with a return visit to Vanuatu. He made a mental note as his
gaze fell upon the object of his latest and dearest affection. It's
hot there, too, he noted. He mustn't forget to take his little plastic
fan.

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				The End
				by Mesmer.



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