A Girl Hypnotized and Hypnotized Girls

Brutal Truth About Girl Hypnotized

I’ll be brutally honest here, I bought this domain name on a whim because I’m an author and the subject of hypnotized girls inspires me.  I’m really not some great hypnotist guru and I’m not actually trying to sell you anything.  This girl hypnotized site is here for your entertainment and for mine too.  But I do hope you find something here that sparks your interest.

Is This Girl HypnotizedLike almost all pubescent boys, I entertained fantasies of hypnotizing girls into sex slaves.  I’ve even written some fiction stories along that theme.  Then I set myself a goal of actually learning hypnosis and guess what?  The fact of having a girl hypnotized almost lives up to the fantasy of hypnotized girls.  And in fact, a guy can even accomplish the feat of hypnotizing women without her ever having a clue that she is now a girl hypnotized.  Is that cool or what?

Anyways, enjoy your time here and feel free to click a link when you’re ready to surf on.  Not everything here will be strictly on the vane of hypnotizing girls but most is.  I also put links to stuff that I think is worth your looking at.  And do remember that I am a fiction author before anything else so whatever you read here about hypnotized girls could either be fact or fiction. ;-)

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The Hypnotized Girl Model

She came to me because she was shy and she wanted hypnosis as her cure.

Hypnotized Model

My Shy Hypnotized Model Girl


The woman I hypnotized that day was not exactly a raving beauty and she wasn’t even a young girl.  The lady I was to hypnotize was charming and striking: one could even call her handsome and classy but I was most stricken with and captivated by her shyness.  Alas but she just wanted my hypnotism skills to remove that aspect of hers that I found the most alluring.

So I worked my hypnotic magic on her impressionable mind.  I first hypnotized this girl into believing she was a fashion model and I even drove my hypnotized girl down to the beach where I could take pictures of her as if she was a real model.  My hypnotized woman loved the adventure under hypnosis.  How could a fashion model be shy at all in front of all the cameras.

Her shyness had been reduced somewhat but sadly, so my fascination with this woman was somewhat diminished.  Given her new found public confidence my no longer timid woman came back to me to use hypnotism to make her even less shy.

So where can a hypnotized girl go to from being a model?  The answer came to me in a prurient flash.  A porn actress cannot display any timidness at all.  Under hypnosis my hypnotized model became a nude playmate hypnotized and then an insatiable  porn starlet.  And my hypnotized nympho and I made movie after movie.  And imagine this?  I enjoy my hypnotized girl as an adult film star even more than I was drawn to her sweet shyness.  I love hypnotizing women!

Googles Secret Traffic Cop Dominating the First Page

First Page Dominating Secrets

Let’s suppose you owned a drive thru coffee shop located on a lonely side street.  It’s no secret that you likely wouldn’t be dominating the local coffee market unless your coffee or the price of it were so attractive that people would drive out of their way for it, or unless you knew the secrets for dominating first page ad space somewhere.  Now suppose you want to increase your business to the point of full domination – What would be your secret to get customers to drive off the beaten track to pull up to your window?

dominatingfirstpageSo you are walking around thinking and you’re kicking the odd stone in frustration as you ponder the elusive secret of how to drive more business to your coffee shop.  Then you see there is a traffic cop dominating a busy intersection only a block away.

‘Hmmm?’  You think and it sounds sort of like a hum inside your head.  ‘Could I ever dominate the coffee trade if I could convince the traffic cop to shunt some of the cars my way.  I could get googles of new business.’  You think this and it doesn’t occur to you that googles isn’t a word.  Maybe you really meant oodles?

So on the sly, you approach the traffic cop and you offer him a secret bribe.  He gets free coffee on his breaks if he sends some motorists down the street to you so you can dominate the coffee business.  It will be just a little secret between you and him that you hope will not become first page news in the local paper.  You will dominate the coffee trade in your area!

Now isn’t this a cool little story dominating the first page of this post?  But I’m not really talking about coffee and the traffic I’m describing does not consist of coffee-thirsty motorists.  The traffic cop secretly supplying the customers for you to dominate isn’t a flesh and blood, bribe-taking policeman either.  I’m actually discussing web traffic and the kind of exposure that puts your link on Google’s first page.  The secrets of web traffic are now in the open.

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googlessecretsNow switch up your thinking a bit and imagine you have a web-based business.  You want to drastically increase your exposure to the maximum amount of web surfers.  So instead of a traffic cop, you will imagine Google is moving customers onto the first page of your site.  Googles not going to take any secret bribes but there are still secrets to dominating Googles first page.

What is this secret to Googles first page?  I’m going to give you a hint – you’re reading one right now.  It is original content with anchor text links are each like little traffic cops on a busier intersection than the one you’ve set up shop on.  Having your link on the first page of a post is like a flashing and attractive detour sign that sends motorists straight into your digital coffee shop’s drive through window.

Ripped Abs by Hypnosis

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Oops! This is ABS pipe. It isn’t ripped abs.

How can you get abs like that so magically?” The hypnotist had a flabby belly but the hypnotized girl saw his fat as a sexy six-pack of ripped abs. She stretched out her arm and ran her hand along his seemingly well-defined abdominal muscles. In her current state of hypnosis, her mind interpreted the flabby belly her fingers were feeling as the same hard abs as the girl’s hypnotized vision told her were there.

“How do I get abs?” The hypnotist asked innocently. “I get ripped abs by working out the power of my mind.” Then in his mind he added, I only wish I knew how to get abs on my real physique too.

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Complete Subliminal Seduction of Hypnotized Girl

Subliminal Salesman Ned and Smoking Hot Jenny

I started writing this subliminal seduction story for some rather dubious purposes that I needn’t mention but I soon grew interested in letting the outline develop. Now I think its time to flesh it out a bit better and give it an ending.

Ned is not a young stud and he isn’t a fine physical specimen but he is suave and well armed with special skills.  His talent for hypnotizing on the sly and using powerful subliminal suggestions is the secret of his success.  Salesman Ned and the hypnotized girl seduced is a fiction story but it is rooted on the actual science of seduction mind control.

Story of a Subliminal Seduction

Two men are sitting at a nightclub table. It’s very early in the evening. One is somewhere in his mid thirties and the other is older: perhaps approaching fifty. They have only taken seats at the same table because it is so early and the club is so empty. They are talking of trivial things. Both have noticed an exceedingly attractive barmaid who is bustling about, wiping tables and straightening chairs in preparations for the club’s busy time. The two men share a common thought.

Hot Jenny Not

This is NOT Hot Jenny because Jenny is a fictional character. However, I think this subliminal story does want a little eye-candy.

“She is some smoking hot!” The younger man says and he sees his tablemate nod.

“She is certainly a sexy looking young woman,” the older smiles wryly, “but to test her temperature, I’d need to intimately touch her private flesh.”

“You can only wish Granddad.” The younger man scoffs. “She is like 20 and you are what – eighty?”

“I just turned 92.” The older man lies. He is really only 55. “But just now, wishing hopelessly is just about all you can do too.”

They continue an idle chat until they have finished their drinks. Then as if she has felt the empty glasses by some esoteric means of being oddly in tune with her customer’s thirsts, the smoking hot girl arrives with her tray.

“What can I bring you?” She bends slightly rests her elbow on the high nightclub table. Her pose is smoking hot too.

“Deciding how to answer that is difficult,” the younger man turns his suave rheostat to highest setting, “when all I think about is my hand sliding into the front of your panties.”

“Do you suppose that creepy seduction line stands even a remote chance of working?’ The barmaid wonders aloud.

“Not anymore.” He retorts dejectedly.

“So now your mind will be freely able to decide on what drink to order.”

“I don’t want anything anymore.” The young man quickly leaves the club.

“And do you still want anything?” The sharp-tongued girl swivels back to the table.

“I’m desirous of a number of things.” The older gentleman says. “One of those would’ve been to see my drinking buddy leave you a nice tip before deserting me to suffer the lonely fate of drinking alone. Another,” he hands her his glass, “is having one more of these.”

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The gorgeous nightclub server is soon back. She supplies the older man with his drink, along with a dazzling, white-toothed smile.

“To you.” He salutes her with his glass and then sips.

“Your friend was a bit of a cretin.” She doesn’t sit but remains standing at the high nightclub table. “But it too bad he forced you into being alone.”

“You’re a much preferable alternative and so I persuaded him to leave.”

“I was there.” The girl corrects with a slightly quizzical expression. “I watched him depart of his own accord after my rebuke.”

“Spurred by my suggesting he might try something stupid like that.”

“Your friend was insane to make such a rude and clumsy attempt. Why did you ask him to insult me?”

“Firstly, he wasn’t my friend: I don’t even know,” the man hesitates for a fraction over a normal breath’s pause, “his,” he slightly stresses the gender pronoun, “name.”

“And what is your name?” She asks, forgetting his reply had started with ‘firstly’, to indicate there would be more.

“Ned.”

“Is that shortened from something?”

“Edward.” He says. “Diminutive familiars of it could be Ed, Eddy or Ned. And secondly, I didn’t actually request anything of him. I just subtly planted the thought into his mind earlier in our talk. Like I did in your too.”

“Humorous.” She scoffs.

“Why did you ask my name? And what, may I be so bold, is yours?”

“I’m Jenny and I only asked because knowing someone’s name is polite.”

“But you didn’t think of being courteous until I brought it up in a way that caused your mind to toy with the thought.” He sips his drink and continues. “Then when your mind had made the idea of asking your own, you did.”

“And that’s how you convinced the other man to make a fool of himself with a clumsy seduction tactic?”

“Yep.” Ned describes the conversation leading up to the man’s failed ploy. He details out how the masculine challenge was issued and responded to. “Now here you are standing at my table.”

“I could turn around and leave.”

“But you haven’t yet and so the only thing missing is my hand in your panties.” Ned says the last in a lightheartedly ironic tone, so she won’t think he is serious. “No worries though, just my learning your name has made it all worthwhile. Is Jenny short for Jennifer?”

“Its just Jenny.”

“Presumably Smoking Hot Jenny, the nightclub’s amazingly beautiful server.”

“Presumably.” Jenny chuckles as she recalls his depiction of how he slipped the ill-fated seduction line into the younger man’s mind: one couldn’t know without actually touching an intimate part of her anatomy. “So what is Ned doing here tonight?”

“I sell nightclub supplies.”

“The manager isn’t here tonight to place an order.”

“The bouncer already gave me that bad news. I stayed for a drink or two anyways and I’m quite happy that I did.”

Subliminal Manipulation

Another Eye-Candy picture of a girl standing in for the subliminally manipulated barmaid Jenny.

“Do things always work out as you subliminally manipulate them?” Jenny asks after thinking about his earlier mention of trying to get her a larger gratuity.

“More often than not.”

“What could I have done,” she wonders, “to spurn the man’s impertinent seduction, but still have gotten a good tip out of it?”

“It’s all in here.” He reaches out and gently taps her temple with a fingertip. “You could’ve done and said everything exactly the same as you did. But, if your mind hasn’t completely ruled out the suggestion, then a person can sense that it was a rejection but not an absolutely final one. He would’ve tipped you on an internal thought that the next time he asks you, your answer might be different.”

How could he know if my decision was fully entrenched or not?”

“People know.” Ned finishes his drink. “Unfortunately that discussion will take longer than I have right now. I have sales call to make at another club.”

“I should get back to work too.” Jenny says, but she hasn’t moved to leave his table yet.

“It’s a sublime pleasure sharing some intimate moments with you,” he takes her hand and brushes her fingertips over his lips, “almost certainly Smoking Hot Jenny.”

“Do it now.” Jenny’s hips have shifted to where they are between Ned’s knees. The girl leans into him so that her breasts are pressed against his chest. She has realized the only way to the remove the ‘probably’ and the ‘almost certainly’ qualifiers, is with his actually experiencing her heat – first hand as it were. “Hurry up! Nobody is looking.”

“As you desire.” Ned slides his four fingers into the front of her panties and his palm makes a cup shape over her sex. Then he whispers into her ear with a voice that is more breath than tone. “Positively smoking hot Jenny.”

‘Why have I just allowed this older man to put his hand in my panties,’ Jenny asks herself while his hand was lingering in place, ‘when I flatly refused to even think of letting a younger and better looking man to do the same, not even a half hour ago?’

“Because I’m Subliminal Ned.” He answers her mental question as if he’s read from her mind. Then he extracts his hand and takes out his wallet. Ned then sets a large denomination note on her tray.

“For that?” Smoking Hot Jenny asks.

“That,” he ladles out the word as if it tastes delicious, “was a special event I hope we both thoroughly savored, and that,” his eyes flicked to the large tip, “was because you didn’t push the thought of it completely from your mind, like you did before. It’s also due to my appreciation of your being a considerate person who didn’t leave me all alone after chasing away my third-rate drinking companion. And I suppose a portion is making up for my cheap comrade’s oversight on his gratuity.”

Then without another word, nor a glance back, Ned leaves. In his wake is a slightly aroused and utterly perplexed Smoking Hot Jenny.

Are you slightly aroused and utterly perplexed by this subliminal seduction too? No worries because this Ned and Jenny story will be continued next.

Smoking Hot Jenny and the Subliminal Seduction – Part 2

 

 

Chicken hawk Ned returns to the nightclub couple of evenings later. He smiles at sexy Jenny but she blushes and turns away quickly, pretending that she hasn’t seen him.

 

I’m not that kind of girl.’ Smoking Hot Jenny tells herself for the umpteenth time since her out-of-character action of allowing the salesman Ned to slip a cupped hand into her panties. ‘I didn’t just let him do it—I asked him to!

 

Barmaid Jenny stands at the bar for a minute to resolve her inner turmoil. She takes a long drink of ice water then heads over to Ned’s table.

 

Subliminal Seduction

Okay, so this seductive girl is not actually Jenny because Jenny is a fictional character. But isn’t it nice to have a little eye-candy to go along with a subliminal fiction.

“What do you want?” Jenny’s voice is taut.

 

“I want many things,” he replies mysteriously, “but just a beverage will do for now.”

 

You’re not getting anything from me.’ Her mind quips as she leaves the table curtly: Jenny hastily brings his drink and then goes about her business.

 

But Smoking Hot Jenny’s eyes can’t help but drift over periodically to the older man she allowed the invasion of her intimacy: it seemed like it must be mind control but she refuses to accept it as that. Maybe he had done some form of covert hypnosis on her?

 

After his one drink, he sees the bar manager come in and he makes his way over for introductions and to talk. Jenny notes that he speaks for some time with her boss, the nightclub manager. And on several occasions, she catches them looking at her, but she is fairly used to men following her through the club with their gazes.

 

They hail her over to their nightclub table once to get some drinks but with perfunctory attention given only to another nightclub round. Then she goes back to waiting the other patrons. Still, her mind keeps wandering back to the brief moment, when the older man’s palm was cupped over her Venus mound. ‘I’m not the kind of girl that is easily seduced!’ She reiterates internally, as if her mental words can banish the incident from her mind. ‘I don’t believe in subliminal mind control seduction and I don’t envision myself as susceptible to covert hypnosis’.

 

Meanwhile, at the other table and from Ned’s perspective the topic is different.

 

“Okay,” the busy manager of the club downtown sat at the table, “now that I have a few minutes, we can talk. I believe you said you were in night bars supplies? Most night bars around here use the same nightclub supplier.”

 

“To keep abreast of the downtown club pack, I suppose one should doggedly stick with the throng’s bar supplies.” Nightclub Supplies Salesman Ned says with a coy smile. “If a dog isn’t the sled team’s leader, then his foreground view always remains the same.”

 

“I’m not willing to focus only on another dog’s tracks and butt-hole.” Without his realizing that Ned has employed a mind control tactic to subtly challenge him and to also elevate the conversation from simply a sales pitch, the night bar manager subtly shifts his body from being seemingly perched on his high stool, to a relaxed posture. “My nightclub sets the trends.”

 

“That’s precisely why I’m here.” Ned sips his cocktail and his eye’s flick briefly askance, as a subliminal message for the bar manager to do the same. “And because your nightclub also supplies the finest eye candy.”

 

“Of course you’re referring to Jenny.” The manager’s eyes travel quickly to her too. “There’s not a hotter looking nightclub girl the whole state. But alas,” he sighs heavily, “I don’t know of another cocktail hostess who is less attainable either. Many men have tried, only to be shot down in flames.”

 

“Have you ever considered using her two superlative traits as nightclub promotion?” Salesman Ned takes the man’s interested expression as the question ‘how’, and continues. “By casually offering an incentive for bar pick-up attempts.”

 

“I’m not sure if what you’re implying is ethical.”

 

“Is trying to increase your liquor sales ethical?” Ned chuckles. “Some of your patrons have a drinking problems and some will drive while drunk.”

 

Seducing Smoking Hot Jenny

This eye-candy girl may not be the seductive Jenny in this subliminal seduction story but she was a bar girl I once met and seduction was certainly part of that real story too.

“Point taken.” The bar manager nods knowingly. “So please explain this nightclub promotion idea that involves our incredibly sexy, but steadfastly single Jenny.”

 

“Let’s playact for a moment. You’re a computer nerd here for a couple drinks, and I’m you. I’ve come over to offer a friendly chat, with a subliminal message asking you to stay for longer and to come back again.”

 

“Then your mind control would also involve putting my drink onto your tab.” The downtown club manager toasts his glass, but it’s only a cola with ice.

 

“Can I have your sweet server Jenny sashay on over and freshen that up?” Ned’s head gestures over his shoulder towards the very attractive server.

 

“Yah!” The manager hams up his role. “She could freshen me up anytime.”

 

“Oh man! I wish you could.” The nightclub supplies salesman leans over the table and he lowers his voice. “That’s the finest bit of female software anywhere and she is just sitting uninstalled on the display rack. It’s a wasteful shame when Jenny leaves alone, every single night. Seriously, I would gladly buy an evening’s worth of drinks to the guy that can slot his hard-drive into that babe’s underused motherboard.”

 

“Then start sending over the highballs now. This geek has the program that is guaranteed to succeed where all have failed before.”

 

“Nice try.” The playacting night bar manager salesman chucks the pretending customer on the shoulder in an affable way. “Prize money is due at the successful finish line, not on the hype before the race. But I’m serious, I’d like to see a lucky guy succeed with Jenny and I’ll make good on that offer if you or any of your friends can coax her out.”

 

“Even if I fail,” the real night bar manager slips slightly from character, “I might bring my friends in: so I could have some fun watching them crash and burn like I did.” His mind then silently calculates the possible generated revenue. “How unethical is it really? Jenny is constantly turning guys down anyways.”

 

“I recently saw a cartoon in a smut magazine.” Ned offers in a cautionary tone of voice. “The drawing was of a well-stacked waitress talking to her boss the cook, under a large placard that reads ‘Free feel-up with a cheeseburger combo’. A speech bubble showed her saying ‘since your new promotion obviously includes me, I think we should renegotiate my wages’.”

 

“If Jenny gets any wind of this mind control exercise,” the downtown club manager supposes, “I’d best be ready to give her a pay raise.”

 

“Were I still the nightclub manager here,” Nightclub Supplies Ned says, “I’d give her half now, of what I was prepared to offer later. The dollars spent on promoting good feeling buy a whole lot more than the ones used for smoothing ruffled feathers do.”

 

“So, my club supplies and mind controlling friend,” the manager asks, “what new nightclub necessities and subliminal audio tapes are in your catalog?”

 

“I’m planning on selling you some bland old nightclub supplies and the mind control techniques to get your dead nightclub promotion stock turning over better, won’t cost much to implement.” Ned smiles wryly: even while talking of mind control methods, the downtown club manager was seemingly unaware of his thoughts being subliminally nudged – to where the nightclub supplies salesman wants them to go.

 

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“Did you get what you wanted from the manager?” Night Club Jenny comes over and asks after Ned is alone. ‘I didn’t see you putting your hand down the front of his pants.’ She feels like adding, but keeps it only in her mind.

 

“Of course.” The nightclub supplies salesman grins. “He bought what I wanted him to and none of it was what he thought he might need before I spoke with him.” Ned pauses for a few heartbeats. “I convinced him that the club should give you a raise in pay too.”

 

“Yah right.” The smoking hot nightclub hostess looks skeptical. “If it involves the grandmaster of one night stands slipping his groping fingers under my g-string, I’ll pass on the salary increase.”

 

“You’ll not have to do anything different than you do now. The nightclub manager will simply offer the extra money with no strings or even g-strings attached.” Ned then gestures his hand for her to come closer and he whispers. “You wonder why you allowed, and in fact even encouraged me, to touch the most private portion of your intimate anatomy—when doing so was completely out of character for you.”

 

“It’s almost all I’ve thought about.” The girl says. “I not sure if I should be angry at you for manipulating me or mad at myself for being slutty.”

 

“I can explain exactly what happened and why.” He says. “But I want something in return.”

 

“Enjoy it in your memory because that one handful is all you’ll get.”

 

“The best way to get rid of a pesky salesman,” Ned said mirthfully, “is to say ‘yes’ to him. Saying ‘no’ just presents him with a challenge. But what you’re thinking I want isn’t it.”

 

“Don’t you want that from me?”

 

“Of course I do.” Ned laughs. “I’m male, human and able but I won’t take that as part of any deals between us.

 

“Don’t go anywhere yet”. Jenny has seen some of her tables need attending.

 

Subliminal Seduction

I’m really enjoying this rewrite of my subliminal seduction story and the smoking hot girl I’m using as a stand in for the fictional Jenny is REALLY bring back some smoking hot memories for me!

“I’ll just go as the far away as the guy’s washroom.” Then he adds slyly. “But if I’m too long you can come in and drag me out.”

 

If he’s too long?’ As she goes to her serving duties, the smoking hot girl wonders if he intended a double meaning of his equipment for toilet use being extra lengthy. ‘He probably said it like that on purpose, and he used the quip about my coming in drag deliberately, as in pretending to be of the opposite sex.

 

“I want to talk with you for a sec.” Jenny’s boss interrupts her as she is entering a table’s order into the computer.

 

‘That skinflint, skirt-chasing supervisor just came directly to the point, in offering me a nice raise in pay’. As salesman Ned predicted, the raise was without any conditions to be met. Now the cocktail server is doubly curious about what Ned has to say. ‘He really does seem something of a subliminal magician, a stealthy hypnotist or mind reader’.

 

“I’m getting behind in the number of questions I want answers to.” Jenny says when she has another few minutes to speak with Ned. “You also said the other day about how men know but that you didn’t have time to explain. I want to know how you talked my boss into giving me a raise. And I still need you to tell me why I let you put your hand into my panties. I think the answers to those will bring even more questions to my mind.”

 

“I have the time whenever you do.” Ned says. “Which question do you want me to address first?”

 

“The first question first.” Jenny really wants the burning question about the panties answered but she suspects she won’t have time right now to hear it. “Tell me what you wouldn’t about men knowing if my decision is final.”

 

“It’s not just men. People always know the real truth but they often will not admit it to themselves or even acknowledge that they do know.”

 

“Uh.” She cocks her head in a puzzled way. “Really?”

 

“Let’s use the fact that available barmaids make more in tips than attached girls do. I’m sure you’ve known married girls who’ve taken their rings off in order to seem available.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“It never works. Does it? Girls in committed relationships always get less in tips than the single ones do. Why is that?”

 

“I don’t know.”

 

“Yes you do know. You’re just pretending you don’t. The men she is serving know that despite the lack of rings, she is not available. I don’t care whether you want to chalk that source of knowledge up to intuition or due to our having been born with a keener skill of body language than we dare claim, but however you slice it, people do know when something is not as it seems.”

 

“I see what you mean.”

 

“You asked me how you should’ve played the young man from the other day and still gotten a tip. You could’ve done and said exactly what you did, down to every last word, gesture and nuance. But if he sensed that you were not absolutely and finally saying ‘NO’ even though you said ‘NO’, he would’ve stayed until closing time and you would’ve made a killing from him.”

 

“Wow!” Jenny takes a deep breath as she absorbs the explanation. Then her eyes focus back from Ned and onto her bar. She has some quick catching up on drink orders to do. “Hold that thought.” And Jenny scurries off to do her slightly neglected job.

 

You should hold that thought as well because this installment of Ned and the Smoking Hot Girl will be continued NOW.

Salesman Ned and the Seduction of Jenny

Final Episode

 

 

“Come with me to the back alley.” Jenny grabbed Ned by the collar as she swept by. “It’s my break time and I need a smoke.”

 

“Smoking is bad for your health.” Ned found himself carried along through the crowded bar in Jenny’s wake. “But I’ll come with you for some fresh air.”

 

Bar Girl Hypnotized

Sadly, the Jenny in this story of seduction by subliminal and hypnosis is fictional but this eye-candy girl I’m using as a stand in really was/is some smoking hot too.

“Alright.” Jenny lit up her cigarette then wheeled on Ned. “Now I need to know why I invited your hand into my pants. Was I a girl hypnotized at that moment? I suppose it had something to do with that ‘supposedly hot and presumably hot’ stuff but I didn’t really care enough about that to let you touch me so intimately.”

 

“You did care about how you were seen and you cared deeply enough to be compelled to prove to me that you were hot.” Ned sat on a trashcan while Jenny stayed standing and smoking. “Women’s brains are wired differently than men’s. A cave man didn’t care if how he looked because all he needed was to whack a cave girl with a club. The prehistoric girl cared greatly about being attractive because she really wanted to be the female that got clubbed and dragged by the hair into a nearby cave.”

 

“That’s not how cavemen and cave women interacted.”

 

“Were you there?” Ned grinned. “Anyways, I as a man know that all I need to do to get laid is to act like the alpha male in a given situation. You as a woman have the genetic programming to be the most attractive possible for that alpha male when he grabs your attention.”

 

“But I’m intelligent enough to override my instincts. There is no way I should’ve begged you to feel my vagina to judge my temperature.”

 

“That is the pivotal key. I had to trigger your natural traits while slipping in under the radar of your conscious intellect. Your primitive self was holding your pants open before you even fully realized what she was doing. By the time you caught up with the action, it was already a done deal.”

 

“And how precisely did you do it?” Jenny felt like a person in the audience asking a magician how he performed the magic trick. She almost didn’t want to know for fear that it would ruin her enjoyment of the show.

 

“I set up the scene by detailing for you why the younger man made his unsuccessful pick up attempt. I made sure that your subconscious mind knew exactly what would be required to prove how hot you were.”

 

“Okay.”

 

“Do you recall the slightly odd hand gesture that I made?”

 

“You flexed your four fingers backwards,” her mind’s eye supplied the picture, “as if your felt a cramp in your hand.”

 

“I’ve never heard of anyone getting a Charlie-horse in the palm. And neither have you. The gesture was unusual enough to register in your subconscious mind. Then my eyes roamed over to a brand name rum sign and your gaze naturally followed mine to see what I was looking at.”

 

Seduction of Hypnotized Girl

My stand in eye-candy girl for Smoking Hot Jenny really was really super hot too. She didn’t need to be hypnotized or subliminally seduced. But this story is about the seduction of a hypnotized girl. I hope you enjoy it.

“That well-known Rum brand’s ‘bat’ symbol is extremely ‘feminine’ in it’s subliminal design.” The sexy bar girl surmises on the mind control factors. “It’s almost a graphic representation of a woman’s spread genitalia.”

 

“My fingers were held tightly together when I flexed them.” Ned continues her thread. “This reassured you mind in a subliminal message, that a one finger wouldn’t separate, to be more invasive.”

 

“Your flat or slightly cupped hand would just be stroking the bat’s furry body, like petting a pussycat: instead of poking an offensive fingertip into the bat’s navel.” The hot nightclub girl harkened back to that instant she had stretched her underwear’s waistband to invite his hand inside. ‘Yes, this scenario fit.’ Jenny remembered she had felt that it would be safe to allow him the intimacy. And she did want to be rid of the ‘supposedly hot’ label: she just didn’t realize how badly she wanted not to be seen as ‘presumably smoking hot’. “How could you know what would happen though?”

 

“A prior knowledge of how all events would turn out would soon get boring. I just set things up as best as I can and let things play out as they will. But I’m right in my subliminal messages more often than I’m wrong.”

 

“You said you wanted something in return?” Jenny drops her cigarette butt and crushes it with the toe of her shoe. “You didn’t say what it was and I haven’t agreed to the payment either.”

 

“If I just tell you,” Ned says mischievously, “you could use it as a bargaining chip. I’ll simply acquire the treasure I’m after from you and I’ll consider your obligation ‘paid in full’ after I’ve attained it.”

 

“What are you doing in about two hours from now?”  Nan asks.  “Do you want to walk me home?  It’s soon time for cut off and I know we won’t have time to talk again before closing.”

 

Everyone go have a last beverage because my Ned and Nan story will be continued.

 

“Hey gorgeous, what’s your sign?”  Ned is waiting by the bar’s exterior door while beautiful Nan is collecting her jacket.

 

“That’s not so original.” Nan snips as she spin around: the nightclub girl is slightly irritable, as the number of come-ons she’d fended off has drastically increased lately.  Ned has impressed her so far and she thinks he should’ve been able to come up with a better line.

 

“I was just seeking your opinion of which is the better nightclub sign.” Ned points out two advertising signs for her selection.

 

“I’m partial to the one for lush.” She says after barely a thought.

 

“That one is designed for women. The 4-letter word is in a vaguely phallic shape and the soft ovals behind are designed to lend a perception of depth. If your mind’s eye turns the sign perpendicular, the image’s effect is more pronounced.”

 

“Both men and women enjoy sex.” She notes.

 

“True, but this picture is geared for females because the ovals aren’t of the red or pink colors that would imply a look inwards at the female genitals. Instead it’s in green like grass and yellow as sunshine. Were a lady to look out from her opening, these are the colors of nature she’d see – and a phallus is on the verge if entering into her.”

 

“Lushes of the having consumed too much alcohol type,” smoking hot Nan chuckles as the image had an apt message for her, “have been just slightly missing my female target quite frequently lately.”

 

“Are you using my suggestion of not turning them down completely?”

 

“My tips have tripled!  And with my pay raise too, I’m doing great!”

 

“The other liquor sign is primarily for males.  Especially notice the bit in the circle under where ‘Jack lives here’ is printed.”

 

“The letters OLD look like two eyes and a nose.” Nightclub Nan remarks.

 

“As fully intended.  This is the mouth shape for oral sex and the hyphen to look as the chin, makes the subliminal message jump right off the page.”

 

“Drink Jack and get a BJ.” The serving girl says.

 

“Yes.” Ned says with a smirk. “I’ll have one of those please.”

 

“One what?” Ned’s seemingly innocent request has sent her mind traveling in another direction entirely.

 

“This poster has inspired me to want a Jack Daniels.”  Ned’s expression was of mock innocence. He know that Smoking Hot Nan’s impression was that he had asked her to do him an oral sex favor—as he had fully intended.

 

“Sorry sir,” she giggles, “the bar is closed.  Now let’s go.”

 

“You listed three main questions and I’ve covered two of them.”  Ned recalls.  “Unless you’ve thought of others, I suppose we are down to one.”

 

“I’ve got about 6 million.”  Nan takes his arm and leans slightly into him as they stroll.  “But start by telling me what happened to get me my raise.”

 

As they walk, Ned describes how the pay raise came about and tells her about the quiet challenge to seduce her and win a free bar tab – that gets a good laugh for her after the initial reaction of anger.  Soon they arrive at Nan’s doorstep and there they stop.

 

“Ned,” Nan says as she turns to face him.  She stays close enough in front of him to keep her hand resting on his arm, “I want to learn everything you have to teach me.”

 

“Then you are now paid up in full for everything I’ve told you so far because that is the treasure I wanted from you.  I want to give you my knowledge.”

 

“Will you come in?”  Nan has keyed the lock and opened the door.  “As far as subliminal knowledge goes, my body is telling me that you are definitely alpha male material.”

 

“I seem to have left my club at home.”

 

“I have a spare.”  Nan coos.  “It’s in the closet next to my baseball glove.”

 

It is now a week later and Ned returns to the nightclub where Nan works.  He has come only to deliver the nightclub supplies the manager ordered.  When Smoking Hot Nan sees him she rushes across the floor and throws her arms around his neck.  She kisses the much older man passionately and he responds by sliding both his hands into the back of her skintight jeans.

 

“Get back to work.”  Salesman Ned scolds.  “I’m only her to see your boss.”

 

“That was absolutely first base and headed for second!”  The bar manager says.  “And it was the most unlikely thing I’ve ever witnessed.  It seems I owe you a round of drinks – or ten.”

 

“Never mind.”  Ned says.  “Nan and I have been slamming home runs for over a week.  She wants me do all 800 pages of the Kama Sutra with her.”

 

“You might need a few cases of Viagra.”  The bar manager jokes but from his expression he really doesn’t think any of this is very funny.

 

“Are you kidding?  Look at her!  My granddad wouldn’t need Viagra if he had Nan naked and Gramps is no longer among the living.”  Ned’s bemused expression shows how much he is enjoying the bar manager’s jealousy.  “But besides delivering these bar supplies, I also wanted to be here when Nan tells you she’s putting in her notice.”

 

“Nan is quitting?”

 

“Smoking Hot Nan and I will be opening our own bar down south where the climate is nearly as smoking hot as she is.”

 

The end. –- For now.

 

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Subliminal Seduction Of a Hypnotized Girl

Salesman Ned and the Seduction of Jenny

Final Episode

The first part of this seduction of a sexy barmaid story is here -

The Seduction of Jenny Part 1

 

“Come with me to the back alley.”  Jenny grabbed Ned by the collar as she swept by.  “It’s my break time and I need a smoke.”

 

“Smoking is bad for your health.”  Ned found himself carried along through the crowded bar in Jenny’s wake.  “But I’ll come with you for some fresh air.”

 

Bar Girl Hypnotized

Sadly, the Jenny in this story of seduction by subliminal and hypnosis is fictional but this eye-candy girl I’m using as a stand in really was/is some smoking hot too.

“Alright.”  Jenny lit up her cigarette then wheeled on Ned.  “Now I need to know why I invited your hand into my pants.  Was I a girl hypnotized at that moment?  I suppose it had something to do with that ‘supposedly hot and presumably hot’ stuff but I didn’t really care enough about that to let you touch me so intimately.”

 

“You did care about how you were seen and you cared deeply enough to be compelled to prove to me that you were hot.”  Ned sat on a trashcan while Jenny stayed standing and smoking.  “Women’s brains are wired differently than men’s.  A cave man didn’t care if how he looked because all he needed was to whack a cave girl with a club.  The prehistoric girl cared greatly about being attractive because she really wanted to be the female that got clubbed and dragged by the hair into a nearby cave.”

 

“That’s not how cavemen and cave women interacted.”

 

“Were you there?”  Ned grinned.  “Anyways, I as a man know that all I need to do to get laid is to act like the alpha male in a given situation.  You as a woman have the genetic programming to be the most attractive possible for that alpha male when he grabs your attention.”

 

“But I’m intelligent enough to override my instincts.  There is no way I should’ve begged you to feel my vagina to judge my temperature.”

 

“That is the pivotal key.  I had to trigger your natural traits while slipping in under the radar of your conscious intellect.  Your primitive self was holding your pants open before you even fully realized what she was doing.  By the time you caught up with the action, it was already a done deal.”

 

“And how precisely did you do it?”  Jenny felt like a person in the audience asking a magician how he performed the magic trick.  She almost didn’t want to know for fear that it would ruin her enjoyment of the show.

 

“I set up the scene by detailing for you why the younger man made his unsuccessful pick up attempt.  I made sure that your subconscious mind knew exactly what would be required to prove how hot you were.”

 

“Okay.”

 

“Do you recall the slightly odd hand gesture that I made?”

 

“You flexed your four fingers backwards,” her mind’s eye supplied the picture, “as if your felt a cramp in your hand.”

 

“I’ve never heard of anyone getting a Charlie-horse in the palm.  And neither have you.  The gesture was unusual enough to register in your subconscious mind. Then my eyes roamed over to a brand name rum sign and your gaze naturally followed mine to see what I was looking at.”

 

Seduction of Hypnotized Girl

My stand in eye-candy girl for Smoking Hot Jenny really was really super hot too. She didn’t need to be hypnotized or subliminally seduced. But this story is about the seduction of a hypnotized girl.  I hope you enjoy it.

“That well-known Rum brand’s ‘bat’ symbol is extremely ‘feminine’ in it’s subliminal design.” The sexy bar girl surmises on the mind control factors. “It’s almost a graphic representation of a woman’s spread genitalia.”

 

“My fingers were held tightly together when I flexed them.” Ned continues her thread. “This reassured you mind in a subliminal message, that a one finger wouldn’t separate, to be more invasive.”

 

“Your flat or slightly cupped hand would just be stroking the bat’s furry body, like petting a pussycat: instead of poking an offensive fingertip into the bat’s navel.” The hot nightclub girl harkened back to that instant she had stretched her underwear’s waistband to invite his hand inside. ‘Yes, this scenario fit.’  Jenny remembered she had felt that it would be safe to allow him the intimacy.  And she did want to be rid of the ‘supposedly hot’ label: she just didn’t realize how badly she wanted not to be seen as ‘presumably smoking hot’. “How could you know what would happen though?”

 

“A prior knowledge of how all events would turn out would soon get boring. I just set things up as best as I can and let things play out as they will.  But I’m right in my subliminal messages more often than I’m wrong.”

 

“You said you wanted something in return?” Jenny drops her cigarette butt and crushes it with the toe of her shoe. “You didn’t say what it was and I haven’t agreed to the payment either.”

 

“If I just tell you,” Ned says mischievously, “you could use it as a bargaining chip. I’ll simply acquire the treasure I’m after from you and I’ll consider your obligation ‘paid in full’ after I’ve attained it.”

 

“What are you doing in about two hours from now?”  Jenny asks.  “Do you want to walk me home?  It’s soon time for cut off and I know we won’t have time to talk again before closing.”

 

Everyone go have a last beverage because my Ned and Jenny story will be continued.

 

“Hey gorgeous, what’s your sign?”  Ned is waiting by the bar’s exterior door while beautiful Jenny is collecting her jacket.

 

“That’s not so original.” Jenny snips as she spin around: the nightclub girl is slightly irritable, as the number of come-ons she’d fended off has drastically increased lately.  Ned has impressed her so far and she thinks he should’ve been able to come up with a better line.

 

“I was just seeking your opinion of which is the better nightclub sign.” Ned points out two advertising signs for her selection.

 

“I’m partial to the one for lush.” She says after barely a thought.

 

“That one is designed for women. The 4-letter word is in a vaguely phallic shape and the soft ovals behind are designed to lend a perception of depth. If your mind’s eye turns the sign perpendicular, the image’s effect is more pronounced.”

 

“Both men and women enjoy sex.” She notes.

 

“True, but this picture is geared for females because the ovals aren’t of the red or pink colors that would imply a look inwards at the female genitals. Instead it’s in green like grass and yellow as sunshine. Were a lady to look out from her opening, these are the colors of nature she’d see – and a phallus is on the verge if entering into her.”

 

“Lushes of the having consumed too much alcohol type,” smoking hot Jenny chuckles as the image had an apt message for her, “have been just slightly missing my female target quite frequently lately.”

 

“Are you using my suggestion of not turning them down completely?”

 

“My tips have tripled!  And with my pay raise too, I’m doing great!”

 

“The other liquor sign is primarily for males.  Especially notice the bit in the circle under where ‘Jack lives here’ is printed.”

 

“The letters OLD look like two eyes and a nose.” Nightclub Jenny remarks.

 

“As fully intended.  This is the mouth shape for oral sex and the hyphen to look as the chin, makes the subliminal message jump right off the page.”

 

“Drink Jack and get a BJ.” The serving girl says.

 

“Yes.” Ned says with a smirk. “I’ll have one of those please.”

 

“One what?” Ned’s seemingly innocent request has sent her mind traveling in another direction entirely.

 

“This poster has inspired me to want a Jack Daniels.”  Ned’s expression was of mock innocence. He know that Smoking Hot Jenny’s impression was that he had asked her to do him an oral sex favor—as he had fully intended.

 

“Sorry sir,” she giggles, “the bar is closed.  Now let’s go.”

 

“You listed three main questions and I’ve covered two of them.”  Ned recalls.  “Unless you’ve thought of others, I suppose we are down to one.”

 

“I’ve got about 6 million.”  Jenny takes his arm and leans slightly into him as they stroll.  “But start by telling me what happened to get me my raise.”

 

Just Smoking Hot

This is the End.  For Now.  But Who Knows?

As they walk, Ned describes how the pay raise came about and tells her about the quiet challenge to seduce her and win a free bar tab – that gets a good laugh for her after the initial reaction of anger.  Soon they arrive at Jenny’s doorstep and there they stop.

 

“Ned,” Jenny says as she turns to face him.  She stays close enough in front of him to keep her hand resting on his arm, “I want to learn everything you have to teach me.”

 

“Then you are now paid up in full for everything I’ve told you so far because that is the treasure I wanted from you.  I want to give you my knowledge.”

 

“Will you come in?”  Jenny has keyed the lock and opened the door.  “As far as subliminal knowledge goes, my body is telling me that you are definitely alpha male material.”

 

“I seem to have left my club at home.”

 

“I have a spare.”  Jenny coos.  “It’s in the closet next to my baseball glove.”

 

It is now a week later and Ned returns to the nightclub where Jenny works.  He has come only to deliver the nightclub supplies the manager ordered.  When Smoking Hot Jenny sees him she rushes across the floor and throws her arms around his neck.  She kisses the much older man passionately and he responds by sliding both his hands into the back of her skintight jeans.

 

“Get back to work.”  Salesman Ned scolds.  “I’m only her to see your boss.”

 

“That was absolutely first base and headed for second!”  The bar manager says.  “And it was the most unlikely thing I’ve ever witnessed.  It seems I owe you a round of drinks – or ten.”

 

“Never mind.”  Ned says.  “Jenny and I have been slamming home runs for over a week.  She wants me do all 800 pages of the Kama Sutra with her.”

 

“You might need a few cases of Viagra.”  The bar manager jokes but from his expression he really doesn’t think any of this is very funny.

 

“Are you kidding?  Look at her!  My granddad would even get a woody if he had Jenny naked and Gramps is no longer among the living.”  Ned’s amused expression shows how much he is enjoying the bar manager’s jealousy.  “But besides delivering these bar supplies, I also wanted to be here when Jenny tells you she’s putting in her notice.”

 

“Jenny is quitting?”

 

“Smoking Hot Jenny and I will be opening our own bar on a tropical coast where the climate is nearly as smoking hot as she is.”

 

The end. –- For now.

Subliminal Seduction of Smoking Hot Jenny

Jenny and the Subliminal Seduction – Part 2

The first episode of this seduction of a sexy barmaid story is here -

The Seduction of Jenny Part 1

 

Ned returns to the nightclub couple of evenings later.  He smiles at Jenny but she blushes and turns away quickly, pretending that she hasn’t seen him.

 

I’m not that kind of girl.’ Smoking Hot Jenny tells herself for the umpteenth time since her out-of-character action of allowing the salesman Ned to slip a cupped hand into her panties. ‘I didn’t just let him do it—I asked him to!

 

Barmaid Jenny stands at the bar for a minute to resolve her inner turmoil.  She takes a long drink of ice water then heads over to Ned’s table.

 

Subliminal Seduction

Okay, so this seductive girl is not actually Jenny because Jenny is a fictional character. But isn’t it nice to have a little eye-candy to go along with a subliminal fiction.

“What do you want?” Jenny’s voice is taut.

 

“I want many things,” he replies mysteriously, “but just a beverage will do for now.”

 

You’re not getting anything from me.’ Her mind quips as she leaves the table curtly: Jenny hastily brings his drink and then goes about her business.

 

But Smoking Hot Jenny’s eyes can’t help but drift over periodically to the older man she allowed the invasion of her intimacy: it seemed like it must be mind control but she refuses to accept it as that.  Maybe he had done some form of covert hypnosis on her?

 

After his one drink, he sees the bar manager come in and he makes his way over for introductions and to talk. Jenny notes that he speaks for some time with her boss, the nightclub manager. And on several occasions, she catches them looking at her, but she is fairly used to men following her through the club with their gazes.

 

They hail her over to their nightclub table once to get some drinks but with perfunctory attention given only to another nightclub round. Then she goes back to waiting the other patrons. Still, her mind keeps wandering back to the brief moment, when the older man’s palm was cupped over her Venus mound. ‘I’m not the kind of girl that is easily seduced!’ She reiterates internally, as if her mental words can banish the incident from her mind. ‘I don’t believe in subliminal mind control seduction and I don’t envision myself as susceptible to covert hypnosis’.

 

Meanwhile, at the other table and from Ned’s perspective the topic is different.

 

“Okay,” the busy manager of the club downtown sat at the table, “now that I have a few minutes, we can talk. I believe you said you were in night bars supplies? Most night bars around here use the same nightclub supplier.”

 

“To keep abreast of the downtown club pack, I suppose one should doggedly stick with the throng’s bar supplies.” Nightclub Supplies Salesman Ned says with a coy smile. “If a dog isn’t the sled team’s leader, then his foreground view always remains the same.”

 

“I’m not willing to focus only on another dog’s tracks and butt-hole.” Without his realizing that Ned has employed a mind control tactic to subtly challenge him and to also elevate the conversation from simply a sales pitch, the night bar manager subtly shifts his body from being seemingly perched on his high stool, to a relaxed posture. “My nightclub sets the trends.”

 

“That’s precisely why I’m here.” Ned sips his cocktail and his eye’s flick briefly askance, as a subliminal message for the bar manager to do the same. “And because your nightclub also supplies the finest eye candy.”

 

“Of course you’re referring to Jenny.” The manager’s eyes travel quickly to her too. “There’s not a hotter looking nightclub girl the whole state. But alas,” he sighs heavily, “I don’t know of another cocktail hostess who is less attainable either. Many men have tried, only to be shot down in flames.”

 

“Have you ever considered using her two superlative traits as nightclub promotion?” Salesman Ned takes the man’s interested expression as the question ‘how’, and continues. “By casually offering an incentive for bar pick-up attempts.”

 

“I’m not sure if what you’re implying is ethical.”

 

“Is trying to increase your liquor sales ethical?” Ned chuckles. “Some of your patrons have a drinking problems and some will drive while drunk.”

 

Seducing Smoking Hot Jenny

This eye-candy girl may not be the seductive Jenny in this subliminal seduction story but she was a bar girl I once met and seduction was certainly part of that real story too.

“Point taken.” The bar manager nods knowingly. “So please explain this nightclub promotion idea that involves our incredibly sexy, but steadfastly single Jenny.”

 

“Let’s playact for a moment. You’re a computer nerd here for a couple drinks, and I’m you. I’ve come over to offer a friendly chat, with a subliminal message asking you to stay for longer and to come back again.”

 

“Then your mind control would also involve putting my drink onto your tab.” The downtown club manager toasts his glass, but it’s only a cola with ice.

 

“Can I have your sweet server Jenny sashay on over and freshen that up?” Ned’s head gestures over his shoulder towards the very attractive server.

 

“Yah!” The manager hams up his role. “She could freshen me up anytime.”

 

“Oh man! I wish you could.” The nightclub supplies salesman leans over the table and he lowers his voice. “That’s the finest bit of female software anywhere and she is just sitting uninstalled on the display rack. It’s a wasteful shame when Jenny leaves alone, every single night. Seriously, I would gladly buy an evening’s worth of drinks to the guy that can slot his hard-drive into that babe’s underused motherboard.”

 

“Then start sending over the highballs now. This geek has the program that is guaranteed to succeed where all have failed before.”

 

“Nice try.” The playacting night bar manager salesman chucks the pretending customer on the shoulder in an affable way. “Prize money is due at the successful finish line, not on the hype before the race. But I’m serious, I’d like to see a lucky guy succeed with Jenny and I’ll make good on that offer if you or any of your friends can coax her out.”

 

“Even if I fail,” the real night bar manager slips slightly from character, “I might bring my friends in: so I could have some fun watching them crash and burn like I did.” His mind then silently calculates the possible generated revenue. “How unethical is it really? Jenny is constantly turning guys down anyways.”

 

“I recently saw a cartoon in a smut magazine.” Ned offers in a cautionary tone of voice. “The drawing was of a well-stacked waitress talking to her boss the cook, under a large placard that reads ‘Free feel-up with a cheeseburger combo’. A speech bubble showed her saying ‘since your new promotion obviously includes me, I think we should renegotiate my wages’.”

 

“If Jenny gets any wind of this mind control exercise,” the downtown club manager supposes, “I’d best be ready to give her a pay raise.”

 

“Were I still the nightclub manager here,” Nightclub Supplies Ned says, “I’d give her half now, of what I was prepared to offer later. The dollars spent on promoting good feeling buy a whole lot more than the ones used for smoothing ruffled feathers do.”

 

“So, my club supplies and mind controlling friend,” the manager asks, “what new nightclub necessities and subliminal audio tapes are in your catalog?”

 

“I’m planning on selling you some bland old nightclub supplies and the mind control techniques to get your dead nightclub promotion stock turning over better, won’t cost much to implement.” Ned smiles wryly: even while talking of mind control methods, the downtown club manager was seemingly unaware of his thoughts being subliminally nudged – to where the nightclub supplies salesman wants them to go.

 

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“Did you get what you wanted from the manager?” Night Club Jenny comes over and asks after Ned is alone. ‘I didn’t see you putting your hand down the front of his pants.’ She feels like adding, but keeps it only in her mind.

 

“Of course.” The nightclub supplies salesman grins. “He bought what I wanted him to and none of it was what he thought he might need before I spoke with him.” Ned pauses for a few heartbeats. “I convinced him that the club should give you a raise in pay too.”

 

“Yah right.” The smoking hot nightclub hostess looks skeptical. “If it involves the grandmaster of one night stands slipping his groping fingers under my g-string, I’ll pass on the salary increase.”

 

“You’ll not have to do anything different than you do now. The nightclub manager will simply offer the extra money with no strings or even g-strings attached.” Ned then gestures his hand for her to come closer and he whispers. “You wonder why you allowed, and in fact even encouraged me, to touch the most private portion of your intimate anatomy—when doing so was completely out of character for you.”

 

“It’s almost all I’ve thought about.” The girl says. “I not sure if I should be angry at you for manipulating me or mad at myself for being slutty.”

 

“I can explain exactly what happened and why.” He says. “But I want something in return.”

 

“Enjoy it in your memory because that one handful is all you’ll get.”

 

“The best way to get rid of a pesky salesman,” Ned said mirthfully, “is to say ‘yes’ to him. Saying ‘no’ just presents him with a challenge.  But what you’re thinking I want isn’t it.”

 

“Don’t you want that from me?”

 

“Of course I do.”  Ned laughs.  “I’m male, human and able but I won’t take that as part of any deals between us.

 

“Don’t go anywhere yet”.  Jenny has seen some of her tables need attending.

 

Subliminal Seduction

I’m really enjoying this rewrite of my subliminal seduction story and the smoking hot girl I’m using as a stand in for the fictional Jenny is REALLY bring back some smoking hot memories for me!

“I’ll just go as the far away as the guy’s washroom.” Then he adds slyly. “But if I’m too long you can come in and drag me out.”

 

If he’s too long?’ As she goes to her serving duties, the smoking hot girl wonders if he intended a double meaning of his equipment for toilet use being extra lengthy. ‘He probably said it like that on purpose, and he used the quip about my coming in drag deliberately, as in pretending to be of the opposite sex.

 

“I want to talk with you for a sec.” Jenny’s boss interrupts her as she is entering a table’s order into the computer.

 

‘That skinflint, skirt-chasing supervisor just came directly to the point, in offering me a nice raise in pay’.  As salesman Ned predicted, the raise was without any conditions to be met. Now the cocktail server is doubly curious about what Ned has to say.  ‘He really does seem something of a subliminal magician, a stealthy hypnotist or mind reader’.

 

“I’m getting behind in the number of questions I want answers to.”  Jenny says when she has another few minutes to speak with Ned.  “You also said the other day about how men know but that you didn’t have time to explain. I want to know how you talked my boss into giving me a raise.  And I still need you to tell me why I let you put your hand into my panties.  I think the answers to those will bring even more questions to my mind.”

 

“I have the time whenever you do.”  Ned says.  “Which question do you want me to address first?”

 

“The first question first.”  Jenny really wants the burning question about the panties answered but she suspects she won’t have time right now to hear it.  “Tell me what you wouldn’t about men knowing if my decision is final.”

 

“It’s not just men.  People always know the real truth but they often will not admit it to themselves or even acknowledge that they do know.”

 

“Uh.”  She cocks her head in a puzzled way.  “Really?”

 

“Let’s use the fact that available barmaids make more in tips than attached girls do.  I’m sure you’ve known married girls who’ve taken their rings off in order to seem available.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“It never works.  Does it?  Girls in committed relationships always get less in tips than the single ones do.  Why is that?”

 

“I don’t know.”

 

“Yes you do know.  You’re just pretending you don’t.  The men she is serving know that despite the lack of rings, she is not available.  I don’t care whether you want to chalk that source of knowledge up to intuition or due to our having been born with a keener skill of body language than we dare claim, but however you slice it, people do know when something is not as it seems.”

 

“I see what you mean.”

 

“You asked me how you should’ve played the young man from the other day and still gotten a tip.  You could’ve done and said exactly what you did, down to every last word, gesture and nuance.  But if he sensed that you were not absolutely and finally saying ‘NO’ even though you said ‘NO’, he would’ve stayed until closing time and you would’ve made a killing from him.”

 

“Wow!”  Jenny takes a deep breath as she absorbs the explanation.  Then her eyes focus back from Ned and onto her bar.  She has some quick catching up on drink orders to do.  “Hold that thought.”  And Jenny scurries off to do her slightly neglected job.

 

You should hold that thought as well because this installment of Ned and the Smoking Hot Girl will be continued soon.

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A Story of Subliminal Seduction

Salesman Ned and Smoking Hot Jenny

I started writing this subliminal seduction story for some rather dubious purposes that I needn’t mention but I soon grew interested in letting the outline develop. Now I think its time to flesh it out a bit better and give it an ending. So here goes.

Story of a Subliminal Seduction

Two men are sitting at a nightclub table. It’s very early in the evening. One is somewhere in his mid thirties and the other is older: perhaps approaching fifty. They have only taken seats at the same table because it is so early and the club is so empty. They are talking of trivial things. Both have noticed an exceedingly attractive barmaid who is bustling about, wiping tables and straightening chairs in preparations for the club’s busy time. The two men share a common thought.

Hot Jenny Not

This is NOT Hot Jenny because Jenny is a fictional character. However, I think this subliminal story does want a little eye-candy.

“She is some smoking hot!” The younger man says and he sees his tablemate nod.

“She is certainly a sexy looking young woman,” the older smiles wryly, “but to test her temperature, I’d need to intimately touch her private flesh.”

“You can only wish Granddad.” The younger man scoffs. “She is like 20 and you are what – eighty?”

“I just turned 92.” The older man lies. He is really only 55. “But just now, wishing hopelessly is just about all you can do too.”

They continue an idle chat until they have finished their drinks. Then as if she has felt the empty glasses by some esoteric means of being oddly in tune with her customer’s thirsts, the smoking hot girl arrives with her tray.

“What can I bring you?” She bends slightly rests her elbow on the high nightclub table. Her pose is smoking hot too.

“Deciding how to answer that is difficult,” the younger man turns his suave rheostat to highest setting, “when all I think about is my hand sliding into the front of your panties.”

“Do you suppose that creepy seduction line stands even a remote chance of working?’ The barmaid wonders aloud.

“Not anymore.” He retorts dejectedly.

“So now your mind will be freely able to decide on what drink to order.”

“I don’t want anything anymore.” The young man quickly leaves the club.

“And do you still want anything?” The sharp-tongued girl swivels back to the table.

“I’m desirous of a number of things.” The older gentleman says. “One of those would’ve been to see my drinking buddy leave you a nice tip before deserting me to suffer the lonely fate of drinking alone. Another,” he hands her his glass, “is having one more of these.”

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The gorgeous nightclub server is soon back. She supplies the older man with his drink, along with a dazzling, white-toothed smile.

“To you.” He salutes her with his glass and then sips.

“Your friend was a bit of a cretin.” She doesn’t sit but remains standing at the high nightclub table. “But it too bad he forced you into being alone.”

“You’re a much preferable alternative and so I persuaded him to leave.”

“I was there.” The girl corrects with a slightly quizzical expression. “I watched him depart of his own accord after my rebuke.”

“Spurred by my suggesting he might try something stupid like that.”

“Your friend was insane to make such a rude and clumsy attempt. Why did you ask him to insult me?”

“Firstly, he wasn’t my friend: I don’t even know,” the man hesitates for a fraction over a normal breath’s pause, “his,” he slightly stresses the gender pronoun, “name.”

“And what is your name?” She asks, forgetting his reply had started with ‘firstly’, to indicate there would be more.

“Ned.”

“Is that shortened from something?”

“Edward.” He says. “Diminutive familiars of it could be Ed, Eddy or Ned. And secondly, I didn’t actually request anything of him. I just subtly planted the thought into his mind earlier in our talk. Like I did in your too.”

“Humorous.” She scoffs.

“Why did you ask my name? And what, may I be so bold, is yours?”

“I’m Jenny and I only asked because knowing someone’s name is polite.”

“But you didn’t think of being courteous until I brought it up in a way that caused your mind to toy with the thought.” He sips his drink and continues. “Then when your mind had made the idea of asking your own, you did.”

“And that’s how you convinced the other man to make a fool of himself with a clumsy seduction tactic?”

“Yep.” Ned describes the conversation leading up to the man’s failed ploy. He details out how the masculine challenge was issued and responded to. “Now here you are standing at my table.”

“I could turn around and leave.”

“But you haven’t yet and so the only thing missing is my hand in your panties.” Ned says the last in a lightheartedly ironic tone, so she won’t think he is serious. “No worries though, just my learning your name has made it all worthwhile.  Is Jenny short for Jennifer?”

“Its just Jenny.”

“Presumably Smoking Hot Jenny, the nightclub’s amazingly beautiful server.”

“Presumably.” Jenny chuckles as she recalls his depiction of how he slipped the ill-fated seduction line into the younger man’s mind: one couldn’t know without actually touching an intimate part of her anatomy. “So what is Ned doing here tonight?”

“I sell nightclub supplies.”

“The manager isn’t here tonight to place an order.”

“The bouncer already gave me that bad news. I stayed for a drink or two anyways and I’m quite happy that I did.”

Subliminal Manipulation

Another Eye-Candy picture of a girl standing in for the subliminally manipulated barmaid Jenny.

“Do things always work out as you subliminally manipulate them?” Jenny asks after thinking about his earlier mention of trying to get her a larger gratuity.

“More often than not.”

“What could I have done,” she wonders, “to spurn the man’s impertinent seduction, but still have gotten a good tip out of it?”

“It’s all in here.” He reaches out and gently taps her temple with a fingertip. “You could’ve done and said everything exactly the same as you did. But, if your mind hasn’t completely ruled out the suggestion, then a person can sense that it was a rejection but not an absolutely final one. He would’ve tipped you on an internal thought that the next time he asks you, your answer might be different.”

How could he know if my decision was fully entrenched or not?”

“People know.” Ned finishes his drink. “Unfortunately that discussion will take longer than I have right now. I have sales call to make at another club.”

“I should get back to work too.” Jenny says, but she hasn’t moved to leave his table yet.

“It’s a sublime pleasure sharing some intimate moments with you,” he takes her hand and brushes her fingertips over his lips, “almost certainly Smoking Hot Jenny.”

“Do it now.” Jenny’s hips have shifted to where they are between Ned’s knees. The girl leans into him so that her breasts are pressed against his chest. She has realized the only way to the remove the ‘probably’ and the ‘almost certainly’ qualifiers, is with his actually experiencing her heat – first hand as it were. “Hurry up! Nobody is looking.”

“As you desire.” Ned slides his four fingers into the front of her panties and his palm makes a cup shape over her sex. Then he whispers into her ear with a voice that is more breath than tone. “Positively smoking hot Jenny.”

‘Why have I just allowed this older man to put his hand in my panties,’ Jenny asks herself while his hand was lingering in place, ‘when I flatly refused to even think of letting a younger and better looking man to do the same, not even a half hour ago?’

“Because I’m Subliminal Ned.” He answers her mental question as if he’s read from her mind. Then he extracts his hand and takes out his wallet. Ned then sets a large denomination note on her tray.

“For that?” Smoking Hot Jenny asks.

“That,” he ladles out the word as if it tastes delicious, “was a special event I hope we both thoroughly savored, and that,” his eyes flicked to the large tip, “was because you didn’t push the thought of it completely from your mind, like you did before. It’s also due to my appreciation of your being a considerate person who didn’t leave me all alone after chasing away my third-rate drinking companion. And I suppose a portion is making up for my cheap comrade’s oversight on his gratuity.”

Then without another word, nor a glance back, Ned leaves. In his wake is a slightly aroused and utterly perplexed Smoking Hot Jenny.

Are you slightly aroused and utterly perplexed by this subliminal seduction too? No worries because this Ned and Jenny story will be continued soon.