Mesmerized

by Sahara Kelly

  After asking Mark’s name, Bill put him under without further fanfare. Mark was mostly aware of what was going on around him, but still felt separate from it, comfortable in his own relaxed world. If this was what hypnotism felt like, the show was going to be a piece of cake.

  Vaguely, through his sleep, he thought he heard Bill doing some sort of theatrics with Elaine before her body slowly lowered onto his. But did she realize that her hand had settled right on his cock? So unfair. He willed his cock to stay calm, but if she didn’t move her hand soon, there would be no hiding anything.

  Bill cracked some kind of joke and then Elaine’s hand lifted and found rest on Mark’s thigh. Thank God. This was neither the time nor the place for a hard on.

  Bill started rambling on and on about hypnotism and he started giving people suggestions, but Mark’s thoughts drifted back to Elaine and how he landed in Vegas for Creative Solutions. Hanson was a dick for transferring him in time to steal the unveiling of Greenlight from her, but in a way, he was also glad it had happened. Greenlight was an excellent project. When he found out she’d designed and built most of it, he wanted to bow down to her because by coming up with Greenlight, she was reviving the Web Development arm of AdLive.

  He kept an ear open to Bill. Every now and then, he’d go off on another suggestion. Clearly, the show was about making the audience laugh. It was rife with comedy. And somehow, Mark got the feeling that he’d end up doing something he wouldn’t be able to live down.

  The librarian was hypnotized to swallow fire. The guy next to her was hypnotized to say, “My name is TwinkleToes and I’m the world’s best ballerina.”

  And then it happened.

  Bill tapped Mark’s shoulder and said, “Person’s whose neck I’m touching now—when you hear me say the words ‘Are we having fun,’ you will jump up and say ‘My name is TwinkleToes and I’m the world’s best ballerina.’ And when you see Bob doing and saying what you just did at the same time, you’ll argue with him because you are indeed the world’s best ballerina. And there can only be one Prima Ballerina on this stage.”

  Mark took special note, very much agreeing with what Bill had told him. Perhaps he could be called TwinkleToes. After all, his sister had dared him to take a few ballet classes with her when he was in high school. Hell, it was entirely possible that he could be the world’s best ballerina. And there was just no way that some other guy could be a better ballerina. No way. He concentrated on that while Bill went around making a few more suggestions.

  “On my count of three, you will all open your eyes feeling awake and refreshed. One, two, three. Awake.” Bill’s voice jolted Mark from the nice comfort of his sleep. Elaine shifted back fully into her chair. He didn’t remember putting his arm around her when she was leaning against him, but it sure felt nice to hold her close.

  Bill continued. “This is great. You folks have to be the best crowd of subjects I’ve had. I love hypnotism!” Bill grinned and Elaine suddenly got up, walked over to Bill and gave him a big hug. Dammit. Bill must have hypnotized her to hug him. Not that he could blame the man. She looked damn good in that tiny little black dress. Mark wouldn’t mind her arms wrapped around him, pressing those amazing breasts into his chest. But it didn’t stop him from wanting to put his fist through Bill’s face, either.

  Bill smirked at the crowd then focused on Elaine. “Elaine? Wide awake? What are you doing?”

  She looked at Bill with a confused expression and went back to her chair. Mark just hoped he didn’t end up hugging Bill at some point. That would look so wrong for the new boss.

  “All right everyone! Are we having fun?”

  Mark got up and ignoring a sort of distant conflict between mind and body declared, “My name is TwinkleToes and I’m the world’s best ballerina!”

  Mark stood there proudly until he realized that Bob had the nerve to say the same damn thing. Well, that just wouldn’t do. That guy simply couldn’t be a better ballerina. No way. Mark strode over to him. “There’s no way you’re a better ballerina than I am. I’m the world’s best. You’re mistaken. And I can prove it.” Mark did a fantastic leap in the air and began to show his worth.

  * * * * *

  Elaine could not believe the sight before her. Bob was doing some clunky pirouette, stumbling around on the stage as though he was drunk.

  And then there was Mark. Damn that man knew how to dance. He was so graceful, she felt like she could just run up into his arms and he’d toss her into one of those swan poses above his head or something equally fantastic. His muscles flexed and tightened as he moved, just adding to the beauty of his performance. The man hid quite a body underneath those innocent business casual clothes.

  Even Bill was somewhat flabbergasted. “Mark, Bob, wide awake. What on earth were you guys doing?”

  Bob’s jaw dropped and he started laughing as he went back to his spot on the bench.

  Mark just stood there. Elaine smirked. At least they had equally embarrassed themselves on stage. Although she definitely had a new admiration for Mark. A hot hunk of male flesh who could prance about like a ballerina and somehow not look like a flamboyantly gay transvestite. What a man. The audience was roaring, but he simply shook his head and chuckled all the way back to his seat. Although he did cast her a sideways glance and grin—it was definitely a camaraderie moment. She just returned his grin, enjoying the adventure.

  Interrupting her thoughts, Bill exclaimed. “I love hypnotism!” and Elaine once again got up and hugged him. What the hell was she doing? “Elaine? Wide awake. Will you go sit back down? You must really like me, huh?”

  She nodded and did as he directed, finally realizing that whatever was going to happen would happen, and she might as well enjoy it. As long as Bill didn’t turn her into a ballerina. Not after Mark’s award winning performance. She didn’t want to be out-danced by her boss. Thankfully, Bill put everyone out and gave new suggestions before waking them up again.

  “Anyone wanna dance?” Bill called out to his hypno-subjects as slow and sensual music began to play.

  Mark stood up and held his hand out to Elaine. Dancing with TwinkleToes was the best thing to happen all night. Every time Bill had put her out, she’d leaned against Mark, his toned body reminding her what she’d lost out on earlier. She melted into his arms and they began to sway to the music. Even though she knew that neither one of them was completely in control of initiating their actions, their bodies responded to each other’s nearness. His cock nudged her clitoris and she couldn’t help but press herself closer, imagining all the things she wanted to do with him.

  “We’ve got a few couples dancing up here now. Ladies and gentleman of the audience, are you ready to party?” Bill’s voice rang in her mind and Elaine responded by reaching down and squeezing Mark’s incredibly firm ass. And wow…she needed more time. His ass demanded further exploration.

  “Did you see that? She just grabbed his butt!” Bill chuckled. “But what I wanna know is where have all the cowboys gone?”

  Elaine found herself being deeply dipped by Mark. His movements were so fluid. And his eyes shone with more than just the haze of trance. Passion and lust glimmered there as well.

  At least they’d be mutually uncomfortable this weekend.

  * * * * *

  Mark leaned over Elaine, still holding her in a deep dip. There were so many things he wanted to do to this woman, starting with removing the dress that was blocking his view.

  “Ladies and gentleman! Are we ready to rumble?” Bill’s voice coaxed Mark into something he’d wanted to do since he first laid hands on Elaine. Pulling her closer, he kissed her neck. Faintly, he could hear the audience roar with delight. Mark nearly dropped her when he remembered he was on a stage. At least he had only given her a quick kiss on the neck and hadn’t lingered like he’d wanted to. “Mark, Elaine, Stanley, Becky. Wide awake. You guys were just having way too much fun. Go sit down before the bachelor party in the back tackles me to teach them how to hypnotize.”
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  As they sat down, Mark leaned over and whispered, “I’m sorry about…”

  “I don’t think I am. I—“ Elaine was interrupted as Bill put everyone back to sleep.

  Bill made a few more parting suggestions, the crowd cheered and everyone climbed off the stage, the show over.

  Mark watched Elaine walk back to the table, realizing that all his excuses to touch her had been left on stage with the floating balloons and ballerinas.

  Shit, this was going to be a long weekend.

  * * * * *

  “Maybe I should’ve gone on stage with you two,” Larry griped as they walked out of the show. “Then I could’ve stayed up all night playing blackjack and not missed the sleep. And you goody two shoes are probably just gonna go work all night or something. What a waste.” He shook his head. “Although with that last suggestion Bill gave you, maybe you won’t be working.” He wiggled his thick eyebrows. “I’ll see you guys bright and early.” Larry weaved his way through the crowd toward the casino.

  Elaine blinked after Larry, still too foggy-headed to make any quick retorts, or even to ask him what the hell he was talking about. Everywhere Mark had touched her still tingled. Hell, all of her senses seemed to be hyper-aware. Mark stood three feet away from her, chatting with Jack and Tom, and she’d swear she could feel his body heat, smell his cologne, feel his lips against her neck. She stared down at her hands. Had she really grabbed his ass?

  Oh yeah she had. And what she wouldn’t give for a taste…

  Elaine shivered. She needed to get to her room, and quickly, before she did something she’d regret. Thank God for her vibrator. It was going to be a long night.

  Jack and Tom both walked away, throwing parting shots over their shoulders. Elaine didn’t even pay attention.

  “Thanks for the show,” Bryan said as he patted Mark on the back. “Great fun. I’ve got to call the wife and kids and tell them good night.”

  “Tell Jen I said hello, that lunch is still on for next week, and that I won’t let you get into any trouble,” Elaine said with a smile.

  Bryan smiled back. “She always tells me I’m supposed to keep you from getting into any trouble. Guess I didn’t do too well tonight, little miss ass grabber.” Bryan laughed as Elaine wrinkled her nose. “I’m sure Jen will want details.”

  Bryan sauntered away. He and Jen were so damn cute together. Even after eight years and two kids they sparkled enough to outshine the lights on the Las Vegas strip.

  “So, see you tomorrow then. Thanks for playing along tonight.”

  Elaine looked up at Mark as he spoke and almost swallowed her tongue. Hazel-green fire burned through her. Damn, damn and double damn. Why did this man have to be her boss? “Yeah, no problem. I had a great time.” And you have the best ass I’ve ever sunk my fingers into…

  They both turned, walking together to the elevator. Mark laughed. It sounded nervous. “Going to your room, too?” He pressed the up button.

  “Yeah.”

  “Great.”

  Could this get any more awkward? Elaine breathed a sigh of relief when the elevator opened, depositing a crowd of eager gamblers into the casino. Squeezing through the departing group, she pressed her floor button then settled into the back corner. Mark moved to the other corner and an elderly couple stood together in the center, facing forward, as the doors closed.

  Elaine stared at her watch. Two minutes. Two minutes tops she could be in her room, on the bed, taking the edge off her arousal. Reaching into her purse she pulled out her keycard. One minute forty-five seconds. Out of the corner of her eye she peeked at Mark.

  He was leaning against the back wall of the elevator, arms crossed over his chest, undressing her with his eyes.

  Elaine stopped breathing, her nipples tightening to painful points under his intent perusal. Mark grinned, showing those perfect white teeth of his. He knew she’d seen him watching her, and he knew she wanted him, too.

  Well, fine. If he wanted to watch, she’d give him a show. Starting at her neck, she traced the keycard down her body, running it between her breasts, across her stomach, then lower, right above her needy clit. Narrowing her eyes, she teased the card back and forth, back and forth, pressing it into her clit. Her head dropped back, eyes closed and she bit her lip to keep from moaning.

  A hand covered hers, briefly grinding against her clit. Elaine’s eyes shot open as Mark pocketed her card and stepped away.

  His pants were stretched tight over his erection.

  Elaine’s eyes widened. His very large erection.

  The elevator dinged and the door opened, the elderly couple making their way out. Mark stepped forward, keeping the door open for them.

  The older man smiled, his hand gently holding his wife’s arm. His wrinkled face shone amusement as he turned back to Mark. “You two have a good night.”

  “We will,” Mark replied throatily as the elevator door closed.

  Elaine shivered. We will…

  Mark whipped around, his long legs eating up the narrow distance between them.

  She met him halfway. His fingers sank into the flesh of her ass, kneading and caressing her cheeks through her dress. She ground against his cock and lifted her face to his.

  “Elaine…” he growled painfully. And then he kissed her.

  All thought processes stopped as she melted into Mark. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she drowned in the velvet of his tongue dancing with hers. She slid her hands down his body and squeezed his ass again. Oh lord, it was even better then she’d remembered.

  The elevator dinged again, jerking her from her sensual stupor. They both jumped apart, like two kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar. The door opened onto an empty vestibule and Elaine quickly exited. She needed some distance to gain clarity. She desperately tried to catch her breath and her mind as it ran away with thoughts of long, passion filled nights…with her boss.

  What the hell was she thinking?

  Mark followed her out of the elevator and the door closed behind them. Elaine turned to him to tell him good night, to tell him that this couldn’t happen, to tell him that he was an amazing kisser…but then she was in his arms again, her mouth against his.

  Somehow they made it down the hall, arms and tongues still wrapped around each other. Mark tripped over a room service tray in front of someone’s door, but somehow managed to stay erect…er…standing. Then they were in front of her door, Mark using her confiscated keycard to gain entrance. He didn’t have any problems opening the door this time. The green light flashed, giving them a go.

  Elaine didn’t think her feet actually touched the ground as Mark swept her into the room, kicking the door closed with his foot. The room went dark as the light from the hall was shut out.

  But they didn’t need light to see. Her hands found the front of his shirt, gaining some type of world speed record in unbuttoning it. Then she moved on to his pants, beyond desperate…beyond all rational thought.

  Mark’s hands slid up her nylon-covered thighs, lifting her dress to her hips, then gripped her hose and thong, ripping them down and off her legs.

  Elaine shoved his pants and briefs to his knees, then studied his cock with her fingertips. Oh lord, he was huge. The bulge in his pants hadn’t lied. Her pussy creamed some more, ready for all he offered.

  Foil ripped and his hands joined hers on his cock, unrolling the condom down his length.

  Rational thought came roaring back to her, reminding her that she couldn’t do this, no matter how wonderful this would be.

  Then his lips found her neck, one hand dipped into her dress, palming her nipple. Every touch felt too good. Her mind shouted at her to not make this mistake while her body screamed out for more of what he offered.

  “Mark, we shouldn’t…I don’t fuck co-workers anymore…”

  His breathing was rough and staggered. She wished she could see his face. “Tell me no, and I’ll walk away. Tell me to go back to my room and we’ll forget this almost happen
ed.”

  She couldn’t do it. Her hands circled around his neck and pulled him into her. “Don’t stop.”

  “I won’t.” Then he lifted her, bracing her up against the door and slid his cock into her aching cunt.

  Elaine bit back her scream. It had been too long since anything had felt this good.

  Hell, nothing had ever felt this good.

  He thrust into her, his large cock stretching her, filling her, hitting every aching spot. His lips and tongue created a maelstrom of feeling as they caressed her neck, her face, her jaw. It was sensory overload, and she was spiraling toward orgasm quicker than she ever had before.

  When it hit, she thought she would die, or pass out, or melt into a puddle of happy orgasm on the floor of the room.

  But there wasn’t time. Mark lifted one of her legs, anchoring it around his hip and continued his thrusting.

  Every thrust, every press of his cock into her cunt had her moaning, gasping, crying out for more. She ran her hands over his body, relishing the coarse texture of hair smattering his chest, the tight muscles in his arms. The man had a perfect body, a body she wanted to visually explore.

  Next time the lights were coming on.

  Mark’s breathing came faster, his cock seeming to plunge deeper. One hand cradled her breast, fondling her tight nipple. Then his hand lowered to where their bodies were joined. His fingers, now wet with her arousal, ground against her clit.

  She screamed and climaxed, even harder than the first time. Mark let out a loud groan and kissed her as he shuddered and came inside of her. The rhythmic pulsing of his cock as he came kept her climaxing, over and over…never ending.

  With Mark around, who needed the suggestion of hypnotic balloons to fly?

  * * * * *

  The woman had been killing him in that tight black dress of hers, but after round one underneath it, Mark decided the torture had been well worth it. Every last ounce of her was astounding. Her breasts filled his hands, the perfect size, perfect shape…just damn perfect.

  Never in a million years would he have thought getting involved with a co-worker would be a good idea, but Elaine…. Breaking the rules with her was worth every potential consequence. She matched his arousal and shared it with as much abandon as he did. He wanted to remove that torturous dress of hers with his teeth, suck on her nipples until she couldn’t see straight and then take her again, harder and faster until both of their voices were raw from screaming.