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Tricia counted backwards and blinked herself awake. "Goodbye!" She stood up and walked away, looking a little confused.

'Finally.' Michela watched Tricia leave Mugs, eyes following the slender legs and tight butt out. 'Instead of a gag, maybe shut her up between my legs.' She turned back to her machiatto. Adjusting, she noticed a familiar ache. Flipping out her phone, she texted Grace.

A bit later, a taller redhead sat at her table. "Hi, Michela!"

"Hi Grace," she replied. The machiatto was just about gone. "Let's head to the bathroom." She stood and tossed her cup into the nearby trash can. Grace followed her into the bathroom. It had two stalls, and it was empty, so the handicap stall was free. It had enough room that nobody should be suspicious if they came in. She dropped her jeans and sat forward on the toilet. Grace squatted and leaned in. As her soft mouth hit Michela's most sensitive spots, the grad student's mind drifted to an ass that had just walked out... Grace's well-practiced tongue was rewarded by hot liquid in little more than a minute.

"Thank you, Michela!" gushed Grace as the grad student recovered.

"Fuck, I was horny. You were great, Grace," said Michela, rumpling the thick, red hair like a pet's fur. Grace whimpered and pressed into the touch. "You may cum now, Grace."

Grace trembled and let out a strangled moan, a faint drop of moisture darkening the crotch of her jeans. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"You're a good little helper, Grace. A very good little helper."

5.

Michela and Riley finished getting ready to head out and sat on the couch to wait for Indira.

"Any time to...?" Riley leaned in and brought her arm across Michela's chest.

Michela looked at her roommate fondly. "No, Riley, she should be here any minute and we'll head."

Riley sighed. "Fuck. I wanted a little..." A knock at the door interrupted her. She stood up and walked over to it. "Indira isn't a blonde now, is she?"

Michela rubbed her eyes with her fingers. 'Seriously?' She got up and went over to the door. Checking the eyepiece, she voiced it this time. "Seriously?"

"What?" asked Riley. "Who is it?"

Michela sighed and opened the door.

"Hi! Who's this?" Tricia asked, stepping in. "You two aren't heading out like that, are you?" She gestured at the pair, who were both in jeans and shirts. Tricia leaned a little to reach and touch Michela on the arm. "You should dress more like this." She swept her other hand over her own outfit, a tiny number with garters poking out from under the micro-skirt and a top that was only a little more than the bra underneath. "It's so much hotter, and you're hot, and you should show it off more."

"Who...?" asked Riley again, irritated.

"Riley, this is Tricia." said Michela over the blonde's incessant talking. She pulled back a step, breaking contact, but not quite far enough to be inviting and let Tricia in.

"You're hot too, Riley. You should dress like this too. You two would make a cute couple. You're not, are you? You could be. I never asked which way you swing. So, Michela, I know this party you totally have to come to!" She stepped forward and touched Michela again. "It has all of my friends, and they're just dying to meet you, and they'd love you, and you could hypnotize them like you did to me, and I've told them all about it! They all want to, I told them it's sick!"

Michela adjusted to get Tricia's hand off her forearm. "No, thanks, we were just heading out."

Just then, Indira walked up the sidewalk in front of the townhouse. She stood behind Tricia, a quizzical look playing on her face.

"Oh but you'll love it!" Tricia said as she reached out again.

"Who...?" asked Indira questioningly.

"You must come! You'd have to change first, though," said Tricia.

"Excuse me, Tricia, we were just leaving." Michela squeezed around the blonde. She gave Indira a hug. "Great to see you!"

"What party?" asked Indira. Behind Michela, Riley gestured Tricia out of the door and shut it behind them.

"Just one that Tricia was inviting us to," replied Michela. "We're heading out, Tricia. I'd invite you along, but I'm not sure the bar would let you in."

"Oh," said Tricia, dejected. "They were all looking forward to it." Then she perked back up. "Tomorrow, maybe you could stop by," and touched Michela's arm again. "and you could do it to all of my sisters. They'll love you so much!"

"Do what?" asked Riley and Indira at almost the same time. They both snickered.

"Hypnotize them," answered Michela.

"Can you? About two," Tricia touched her arm. "Lates!" She walked off.

"Who the fuck was that?" Indira asked quietly as Tricia left.

All three watched the retreating blonde. Michela found her eyes traveling the length of the undergraduate, from the shoulders, down the soft, flawless skin of the back, over the too short skirt, following the stocking seams to the heels. "Gutierrez is making me teach her hypnosis."

"Can you get her to shut up?" asked Indira. "Little less perky? She could be fun with a little work."

"Maybe," replied Michela. Something about the scene had made her horny. Maybe just Tricia's outfit. Looking back at the other two, she asked, "Do we really need to head out?" She caressed Indira's breast lovingly.

"You were the one wanting to go," said Riley. She leaned in to suckle Michela's neck. The honey blonde turned into the passionate kiss and returned the favor.

"Oh, fun!" said Indira pulling them both inside. Riley fumbled to shut the door as they stumbled past, heading to the bedroom. In seconds, all had their jeans off and their tops dropping to the floor. Michela leaned into Indira's darker skin, nibbling on an ear as she reached behind the exotic beauty to unsnap the bra. Indira did the same to her, and both garments dropped to the floor as Riley nuzzled behind. Then both of Michela's helpers pushed her down onto the bed and dove in, licking down from neck to breasts, as their fingers ran up her thighs.

Michela's legs parted, and Indira's mouth worked down to her crotch. Michela watched the black hair mix with her own honey blonde, and pictured blonde between her thighs. 'Soon,' she thought, then gasped as a soft tongue ran along her slit. It didn't take long at all. Her helpers were so good to her.

6.

Michela woke up in a tangle of arms and legs, both dusky and cream white skin next to her own tan. She pulled up, making both of her helpers adjust, but they slept on. It wasn't early, but they'd been up until dawn. Michela was salty from dried sweat and sticky between her legs. She headed to the shower, choosing to be alone this time and let her helpers sleep.

After a bit, she came out, toweling her hair. Riley and Indira were both passed out still, having hardly moved from their new positions. Michela smiled and shook her head at them. Pulling on bra and panties, she went to reach for jeans, but decided on jean shorts. The cotton top she chose was one of her tighter ones. She gathered her books and laptop, and headed down to Mugs to get in a little studying.

Sitting with a latte and coffee cake, she worked on her thesis. She was covering some objections to hypnosis in the practice, and had several books arrayed around her on the table. A ways into typing a particularly thorny argument about quacks and repressed memories, a quick movement and scraping sound distracted her. She looked up and saw Tricia sitting down. 'Oh my fucking god...'

"Hi! You're here!" Tricia leaned over and touched Michela's forearm as she sat. "Awesome! You're looking better, too. You own just denim, though? You should try something else. And cute top! Did you hook up last night? You have a glow. Was it both of them? You a lezzie? You've never said."

"Wait, what?" asked Michela, offended.

"Oh, sorry, too much? Thought it was... whatever. But are you? You'd be cute together. Was that brown haired pale one your roommate? Where did you go? You didn't come to the party, and my sisters were all disappointed. They all know how great trance is, but you weren't there to show them."

"We didn't head out..." She tried to fight through a strange feeling washing over her.

"Oh? Stay in? Then you are a lezzie! That's totally cool, you know. I so get it. Women are crazy hot. You're hot too. Need to dress better, though. We should go shopping. What are you doing now? Studying? You don't need to do that, right? You should take a break. Come buy some things with me. You have to!" Tricia's hand gripped Michela's forearm.

'Wait, I haven't moved my arm?' thought Michela. "I can't..." She felt a little horny.

"You so need a makeover, totally new look." Tricia smiled. "Get more hotties if you look the part. Not that you seem to have trouble. Your friends are hot, too. Would you do it? You totally should. I know the perfect store to start in..."

"Tricia's dreamland!" Michela got out, a little louder than she intended.

"Oh!" The blonde's eyes went unfocused, then blinked a few times, and finally closed.

Michela shook off the warm, fuzzy feeling that had overtaken her. The heat that had built in her crotch didn't fade, though. She thought about playing with Tricia, but it really was too soon in the hypnotized girl's programming, and might break the required trust the grad student needed to get the undergrad to accept falling into a trance again.

Michela rubbed her forehead. She really needed to wrap this part of her thesis up. It'd been taking her weeks to slog through. "Listen, Tricia, just please go," Michela said. She looked back at the blonde and saw her stumbling out of the chair. "Wait! Count 10 to 1, wake up on 1, say goodbye, and leave!" Michela said quickly.

Tricia counted sleepily backwards, then blinked her eyes, said, "Goodbye!", and looked confused as she took off.

The grad student went back to her laptop. Her concentration was shot. She was worked up, and needed some relief before she continued. 'Head home, just text someone. Head home, just text someone.' Speed won out, and she texted Annie, the closest helper to Mugs. The blonde showed up quickly, and waiting a bit for the bathroom to open up, they headed to the handicap stall. Michela imagined styled blonde hair instead of Annie's straight between her legs as she came all over her helper's mouth.

Even after Annie's loving ministrations, Michela couldn't focus. Pulling the girl with her, she headed home. She found Indira in the shower, and Riley, still messy, eating some breakfast. Grabbing her roommate, she dragged both her and Annie into the shower with Indira. It was really crowded, but they managed for a few minutes. Then they moved to the bedroom, where there were toys. Michela got the strap on out, and as she pumped into each of her helpers, she thought of a styled blonde underneath her.

7.

Sunday morning, Michela was sated and very, very worn out. She showered with Annie helping her, then pulled on sweat-shorts and athletic bra, grabbed her laptop, and started working. The same section as the day before began to take better shape, and she was suddenly done, both faster and more easily than she had expected, considering her recent lack of progress. Annie had gone home, and Indira needed to study for her own classes. Riley had graduated but not gone back for a master's degree. She was living on the last of the college trust she had, which wouldn't last much longer. Soon, she'd have to get a job.

Michela didn't like to think about that. Riley really was her special one. She smiled as the pale woman came out from the kitchen. "How's it coming?" She sat on the couch next to Michela.

"I think I just wrapped up responses to the main arguments against." Michela smiled and leaned over to kiss Riley. "I feel great!" She laughed a little. "How's the laundry?" Sunday's chores included that one.

"Almost done. I was about to put in the last load."

"OK. I'll go to Mugs and grab us some coffee. Whatcha want?" asked Michela, heading into the bedroom to change into something she could wear out.

"Cinnamon mocha," replied Riley.

A minute later, Michela came out in a knee-length, deep blue dress and walked towards the door. Riley cocked an eyebrow, looking at her roommate. "What's that?" she asked.

"Thought I'd wear it. Hardly ever do," answered Michela.

"Try never," said Riley. "What's the occasion?"

"Nothing, just thought it would be comfortable." Michela opened the door and was out before Riley responded.

The dress would hamper riding her bike and bringing coffee back balanced carefully was difficult anyway, so Michela drove the short distance to Mugs. She parked and was walking up when she caught herself. 'Wait, what's going on?' she thought. Something tickled the back of her mind. She looked at herself, and furrowed her brow. 'What am I wearing?' She looked back up at the door to the coffee shop. 'Will Tricia be here again?' She blew out a breath. 'Would that be good or bad?' She chewed her lip. 'Starry Night's just a few blocks away.' She turned. 'Or maybe not, since Riley's expecting Mugs.' She stopped.

As she stood in indecision, she felt a touch on her forearm. "Hi, hottie! Here again?" asked a voice from behind her. Michela turned and almost slammed into Tricia. "You must love this place." The undergrad looked her up and down. "Better, but it needs to be shorter. And your legs shouldn't be naked." The blonde gestured to her own stockings. "You're really hot, and you could get anyone you want, if you dressed right. I could hook you up. Come shopping with me. Please? Don't answer, just come, I know you want to. That look says you're not going to. Fine. But I have a few questions first. Since you haven't stopped by, I wanted to show my sorority, since they've all been asking, and you haven't come over."

"Inside?" asked Michela, pointing with her free hand. She figured she could dump the annoying blonde while ordering or something, but that was fading in a warm, fuzzy feeling.

"Sure!" Tricia dragged her in by her forearm and over to a seat at the bar along the window. "So can you overcome someone that doesn't want to? You know, unwilling? I know you said it's not possible, but it would be fun, to see them go all sleepy, relaxing, dropping down when they're not expecting it..." She danced her fingers on Michela's forearm just above the wrist.

Michela sighed and zoned. Even if she tried to answer, tried to ditch her, Tricia would just talk over it and stick around. Michela's mind floated, thinking of the blonde, and how hot she looked in the short skirts and stockings she wore. The tops she picked gave a great view too, always tight across her breasts and leaving just enough showing. Her lips were kissable, and ready to serve Michela too, down below...

She focused again, and looked at the clock. Fifteen minutes had gone by. "Fuck! I've got to get back to Riley." She stood off the bar stool, and checked discreetly to see if she'd left a stain with her wandering, lecherous thoughts.

"Oh, OK. I think you helped me understand. Can you stop by the sorority later?"

"No, I don't..."

"Oh." Tricia looked dejected. "It's OK. I'll keep working on them. You've helped so much! Thank you!" Tricia bounced off.

"Lates..." said Michela, words trailing the undergrad. She kept her eyes on the ass as it flounced away. 'Maybe I should stop by, start programming...' She shook off the contented, lethargic feeling, and turned to order. Riley would help her out at home. She wasn't usually this worked up all the time, particularly after a night like that. Tricia did something to her, though. She would be a special helper.

8.

Monday was always a rough day, even without staying up until 5 with Riley and Indira and Annie and Felicia. It was insane. She was still getting damp remembering, even as sore and worn out as she was.

The last class she had Mondays was one she taught. It was Intro to Psych, which Gutierrez had stuck her with this semester. She was bored out of her mind, but it was the place he put her. She didn't have a choice. It was a little different today, though. She noticed some of the guys checking her out. Even though they usually did so, at least to some extent, it was more intense today. It must be the short skirt and hose. It made her damp thinking about her outfit. Even a few of the girls were looking.

The students left, talking amongst themselves. More than usual came up to the front with questions, and several were letting their eyes drift over her body instead of paying attention to the answers. Once all were gone, she gathered her things and stepped out. She almost ran into someone coming in. Tricia.

"Hi! Thought I'd stop by, see if you had some time!" The undergrad touched her forearm. "You look even hotter today! Good skirt, something on your legs! But still not stockings." She gestured down again, pulling up the side of her skirt to show the top of one. "You must get stockings! So are you free? Can you stop by? They're all waiting for you!"

"No, I..." said Michela, relaxing and letting a familiar warm, fuzzy feeling wash over her.

"You have to! You can't keep putting it off. They'll all love you! I've told them all about it, how you can drop someone under, how calming it is, relaxing, the warm, sleepy feeling, so content..."

Michela drifted again. Her eyes ran over Tricia. The skirt, though longer here on campus, was still so cute, and accented her legs. The sheer stockings down them left Michela breathless, wanting to run her hands over them, up between Tricia's thighs, find out if the blonde was shaved... Probably satin covering there too, not cotton like all of Michela's own things. The line of the breasts shown by the low neck of Tricia's blouse tempted her, but there hadn't been any programming. She really wasn't getting very far with making Tricia a helper. And she really could use one right now. Styled blonde hair between her legs, lapping slowly, teasing her into a frenzy...

Michela blinked her eyes, shook off the contented, lethargic feeling, and dripped into her panties. Her eyes traveled Tricia's length.

"See? Get a hotter outfit!" said Tricia. "Well, gotta go. Lates!" The girl bounced off.

Michela stood there for a minute, just watching the retreating blonde. Michela whimpered a little. 'I want that.' Shaking herself again, she grabbed her things and headed to her car. Once in, she started driving for home.

'Wait.' She held still at a stop sign, pissing off the car behind her. 'I want to go shopping.' She cranked the wheel and took off the other way, heading for the main shops near campus. Parking was easy, since Monday wasn't a busy day. She got out and started walking to Old Navy. Thinking better of it, she turned for the main mall and Victoria's Secret.

The store put her out of her element. She was used to the simple jeans, socks, t-shirts and underwear of Old Navy. This was... different. A saleslady noticed her distress and came up to offer assistance.

"Hi! Can I help you?"

"Uh, yes," said Michela still looking around in a bit of a daze. "I need... a few things."

"Like what?"

"I... uh, a few cute skirts, blouses..."

"OK, we can do that. Follow me." She helped Michela pick out a loose, low cut, faded purple blouse, and another black one that was tight everywhere. Two skirts also came off the rack, both shorter than anything Michela had ever thought of even considering. One was flowery to go with the purple blouse, the other a deep red to compliment the black top. The salesgirl sent her into the changing room, and nervously she tried on each set. They felt strange compared to her usual clothes, though both outfits were sexy, she had to admit. She headed back out, deciding to purchase each.

"Ready, then?" asked the salesgirl.

"Oh, no, wait, I need..." Michela looked over at the lingerie, a little embarrassed. She'd never bought for herself before.