Anna Pt. 02

A few weeks later Anna bit my ear so hard it bled while we were fucking in the supply closet. She had been trying to keep quiet, panting in my ear as I jammed her up against the wall and pushed my cock into her wet cunt beneath her skirt.

"Ow," I said.

"I'm so sorry," she said, as she sucked on my earlobe, cleaning off the blood. "Finish, quick."

She turned to face the wall, and I lifted up the back of her skirt to reveal the gorgeous pale curves of her ass. I parted her pussy lips with the tip of my cock and slipped inside her, pressing her chest up against the wall and pounding myself against her ass cheeks until hot cum exploded from me deep inside of her. I rested for a couple of seconds against her, then kissed her neck and pulled away to get my pants back on. Anna dropped her skirt and straightened her top, smiling at me and pulling on a string to turn the lights out. She peeked outside the door, then opened it and walked out, closing it again behind her.

"Oh, don't go in there," I heard Anna say outside the door.

"Why not? I need more staples."

"Use the one at the other end of the hall, there's a dead rat in there. I'm about to call the maintenance guys."

I liked her ingenuity. I liked a lot of things about her. But somehow I also felt ill at ease whenever she demonstrated that she liked me back. It reminded me of all that she didn't know about our relationship, all the ways that I had influenced her subconsciously during our hypnosis sessions. It's true that without a willing participant hypnosis cannot stick right. But only a fool would think that she would be so extraordinarily pliable without it.

I opened the door and left the supply closet. The regular sounds of the office returned, the murmur of phone calls and clittering of keys. I didn't go back to my office, I decided not to. I walked out the door and took the elevator down to the lobby instead. It was a wide lobby, with granite floors and a long black marble counter. My steps echoed on the stone floor. I imagined Anna, upstairs, sitting at her desk looking across into my empty office, canceling my appointments while my cum leaked out into her underwear and made her thighs stick together.

My arm outstretched, the big brass door yielded and I was out on the street. The smell of meat and beer hit my nose immediately. Savory smoke drifted lazily down the street, and I turned to walk upwind. The sun was hot. I took my sunglasses from the pocket of my suit jacket before I took it off and slung it over my shoulder. What I figured was, that I needed to think of some sort of test, to see what she thought of me without the rose-tinted glasses of hypnosis. I know that this might sound stupid to some, that a man who had just enjoyed nearly a month of mind-blowing sex with an attractive and willing woman would be so dissatisfied and feel his mind to be like the turmoil of a turgid river. Such people have never been in love.

The source of the smoke was an Irish bar, with dark green walls and deep polished wooden counter. There were two old guys at one side of the bar, and a drunk passed out in one of the booths. Behind the counter was a very pretty redheaded girl with freckles around her clavicle and perky breasts beneath her white linen shirt.

"What's the good smell?" I said.

"Grand dad's frying hamburgers in the back," she said. "Would you like one?"

"Yes please. And a beer. What's the best beer you have?"

"Ask those two gents, I don't drink beer."

She went back to the kitchen with my order.

"Say, fellas."

The old guys looked at me.

"What's the best beer in this place?"

They looked at each other.

"Beamish," said one.

"I prefer Murphy's," said the other.

The girl returned.

"I guess I'll just have a Guinness please."

"Right you are," she said.

She poured it and set it down in front of me, and later she brought my burger and I ate it without really paying attention. But I felt better with protein and beer in my belly, and I got to be more optimistic about Anna. I had been getting kind of fevered, thinking I needed to do something drastic. But women liked me without hypnosis. Of course Anna wasn't any different. I drained the last sip of my beer.

"Do you want another?" said the girl. I looked at her green eyes and the tangle of her messily braided hair falling over her shoulder and over one breast. I felt lust in me again.

"I'd like to buy you a drink," I said.

"I'm working."

I laughed. "Who do you think is going to walk in here?"

She considered it only for a moment. "Fine, alright. You can buy me a Campari and soda. It's eight dollars, please."

"I'll have one too."

I put twenty dollars on the bar and she poured the bright red liqueur over ice and then filled the glasses up with soda water and stirred them with a long silver spoon. She put the spoon to her tongue and I noticed her full pink lips. She set down the glasses between us, picked one up and looked me in the eye.

"Cheers," she said.

"Salud."

"So what do you do?" she said, holding her glass to her lips.

"Mm, I'd rather not say."

"What, a murderer? Or a tax collector, maybe."

"Hypnotist," I said.

"A hypnotist! I know you lot. Classic charlatans. It only works if you believe in it! What a load of rubbish."

"Yes, well. It works for me."

"Rubbish!" said one of the old men. "Hypnosis is rubbish."

"Right. Well, as I said, it works for me."

I stood up from my stool and went to the bathroom. The door didn't lock properly, but it was alright. I peed and washed my hands. Just as I was about to push open the door the girl opened it and stepped inside.

"Listen, I need you to do me a favor," she said.

"My boyfriend Colin, he won't hurry up and marry me. It's just nerves, I know he loves me. But he won't have sex with me because he's afraid I'll get pregnant. I've just got to have him hypnotised!"

"Why's that?"

"Because I'm dying, sir, I haven't had a good toss in half a year's time. I'm as horny as a fucking stoat, how much clearer do I have to make it? I don't have money, so I'll just suck you off right here, sir, as payment see?"

She was already on her knees, unbuckling my belt industriously. My pants fell to the ground and she hungrily pried off my underwear and took my cock in her mouth. Quickly I grew, as she warmly swirled me around with her tongue. I smiled at her persistence as my cock stiffened and she began to slurp it down her throat. She looked up at me a little cross-eyed and smiled. I saw that her hand was down her pants, urgently rubbing her pussy mound. I felt it when she came, she sort of slumped over a little onto the wall, but then immediately redoubled her efforts, so that soon I was unloading my semen deeply as my balls contracted, squirting down her throat as she continued to tug and swallow on my cock.

"Ah, that's enough, that's enough," I said. I took her by the shoulders and raised her up to standing. "You're very good at that. Now let's go back to the bar. I'll go first."

I left the bathroom and resumed my seat at the counter. My glass was sweating, sitting in a square of dim sunlight from one of the little windows. The two old men carried on in their conspiratorial whisperings. Soon the girl returned from the bathroom and came and picked up her drink. I motioned to my own cheek.

"You've got a little..." I said.

She wiped a little of my cum off her pale cheek with her index finger, and then looked in my eyes as she nonchalantly sucked her finger clean.

I got out a pen and wrote my home address on a bar napkin.

"What time do you get off?" I said.

"My shift ends at eight."

"Come to this address right after work."

"Oh, but Colin doesn't finish until midnight."

"That's alright, we don't need him until later."

"Just come alone?"

"That's right, you'll see. I want to try an experiment with you and my friend Anna. I think I might be able to solve both our problems in one go."

TO BE CONTINUED