From 74734.271@compuserve.comMon Nov 13 18:04:29 1995 Date: Mon Oct 9 20:20:01 EST 1995 From: 74734.271@compuserve.com Subject: submit RC-Amys_massage.txt DISCLAIMER : If you think this might offend you, don't read it. If you don't think it will offend you, enjoy it. No one/nothing in here is real or is meant to resemble anyone/anything/anywhere. Author assumes no responsibility for anything anyone does with this. Written by RC. Comments welcome. BACKGROUND : This story continues the experiences of the characters first introduced in the stories "Hypnotized" and "Hypno-ssage". You might want to check them out if you haven't already. "Amy's Massage" Lisa sat bolt upright in her chair, her face panic-stricken. Her mouth moved but no sounds came out. Her mind was spinning, wondering how in the world Amy knew? How MUCH did she know? Stunned, she sat there motionless, not having any idea how to respond. Amy watched as Lisa's face went from ghostly white to deep crimson. Wow, she thought. Maybe it was her car. But why all this? Nervously, she said, "Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I just thought I saw your car this morning, and I was trying to be funny..." Her voice trailed off. Lisa said nothing. Very nervous now, Amy mumbled "Sorry" again, and quickly backed out of Lisa's office. Her mind raced as she sat down at her own desk. A massage, she thought. What's the big deal? Out of curiosity, she opened the phone book. Finding "MASSAGE", she ran her finger down the entries until she found the address she had seen Lisa's car in front of. Tapping her fingers as she thought for a moment, she finally picked up the phone. That must have been some massage, she thought, as she dialed the number. She almost hung up on the recording. But the woman's voice was pleasant enough, and so, taking a deep breath, Amy left her name and number. As she set the phone back down, she noticed she was trembling. ============================================================================= Lisa stared after Amy. My God, she thought. Oh, my God. She thought of what people would say if they found out what she had done. Would Amy tell? She knew she could never face Amy and ask. The word 'blackmail' came to her, and she felt herself sweating as she thought of what Amy might demand in return for her silence. Would Amy do that? No. I don't think so. But... For a long time she sat there, her thoughts bouncing between any number of horrible possible outcomes. Oh, my God, she thought again. She hid in her office the rest of the day, cancelling three appointments, letting her phone ring until the machine answered for her. She sat with her head in her hands, wondering why in the world she had ever done anything so... so... wonderful. In spite of her fear, she found herself smiling gently as thoughts of the previous night came back to her. She felt her heart sink when she realized she could probably never see Trisha again. ============================================================================= Trisha looked at her phone as her client left. The message light was flashing. Reaching for a notepad, she listened, writing down the name and number. She cleared the message and dialed. ============================================================================= Amy had found herself deeply involved with a problem. Sitting there, looking at the reports and various readouts, she reached absently for the phone when it rang late in the afternoon. Still focusing on her reports, she answered. "Amy." A pause. Her eyes widened, and she put her pencil down. For some reason she felt weak. "Um, yeah. Hi. Um, I was just wondering...I've never had a massage, and I, um... Yeah. Yeah, I guess so." She felt like a little girl. "TODAY? Oh, jeez, I'm sorry. I just wasn't... I mean..." Amy took a deep breath. "This afternoon will be great. I'll see you in a little while." She put the phone down, staring at it thoughtfully. She pictured herself again kneeling beside Tracy, her hands gliding over her smooth skin. Now she would know how that felt. She shuddered, and felt goosebumps all over. Then she grinned. This may be good, she thought, but I'll bet it won't be as fun as last night. Well, she corrected herself, at least the parts I remember. And just maybe, I'll find out what got Lisa so ticked off. I can't imagine I'd be that upset after starting the day with a massage. ============================================================================= Amy left the office early. Lisa, still closed in her office, didn't know that. Amy drove slowly to Trisha's office, finding herself becoming almost aroused as she pulled into the driveway. Even if I don't find out about Lisa I'll certainly enjoy myself, she thought. Making sure her makeup was right, straightening her outfit, she briskly walked around to the door. Trisha looked up as the door opened. "Hi there", she said brightly. Amy felt herself blush. "Hi. I'm Amy." Trisha stood, and they shook hands. All business, Trisha was soon giving Amy the medical form to fill out. As Amy took care of the paperwork, Trisha talked about her rates. That's when Amy realized she didn't really care how much this was going to be. All she wanted was to find out about Lisa and have a nice massage. Lisa... Oh, yeah. Handing back the medical form, Amy said "I heard a lot of good things about you from Lisa this morning." Trisha froze. The color drained from her face. Before she could recover, Amy had noticed. Trisha tried to keep in control. "Lisa? Oh, yes, a very nice girl. Did she enjoy herself?" Dumb question, she yelled at herself as soon as she said it. Leave yourself wide open. "Yes, I think so." Amy smiled. Bingo. What had HAPPENED here? She decided she should play it cool from here on, not push too hard. She'd find out eventually. Somehow. Still trying to be business-like, Trisha led Amy down the stairs. ============================================================================= Lisa couldn't stand it any more. She had to know. She got up and headed for Amy's office, fearful of the secrets Amy must know. Amy, to her surprise, wasn't there. She stood uncertainly in Amy's office for several minutes. I have to talk to SOMEONE, she thought. She was sweating again. DAMN, she thought. Why did something that good have to get screwed up like this? What would Trisha do now? Trisha? I have to. I'll go talk to Trisha. She went back to her office, got her purse, and left the building. ============================================================================= She parked in front of the house again. She didn't see the car in the driveway, and probably wouldn't have recognized it as Amy's anyways. Going quickly up the walk, looking around to see if anyone was watching, she went into the office. No one was there. The basement, Lisa thought. She went down the stairs and into the massage room. Trisha, alone in the room, looked up in surprise. Seeing who it was, her eyes widened. Lisa went quickly to her, clutching her arms. At that moment, the shower room door opened. Amy came out, wrapped in a towel, water droplets glistening on her skin. Seeing Trisha wasn't alone, she froze. The three of them stared at each other. ============================================================================= Amy saw Lisa holding Trisha. Lisa's jaw dropped, and her face turned bright red, as she recognized Amy. Amy felt her own face flushing, but it was more from the satisfaction of seeing Lisa's arms around Trisha than embarrassment. Trisha, off balance, looked back and forth at both of them. Lisa's hands dropped to her sides, and she slowly backed away from Trisha. "You...What are you doing here? Why were you asking about me this morning? What do you want from me?" She watched Amy with a frightened look. Amy slowly moved closer to her. Quietly, she said "I saw your car here this morning. I just wanted to know if you had gotten a massage, and if you had enjoyed it. I didn't realize you'd get all upset. And I really don't know why, but then I just had to come here and find out for myself." What she didn't say out loud was, I think I found out when I saw you holding her. Amy's eyes glittered as she imagined Lisa and Trisha together, and in her mind's eye Lisa and Trisha became Tracy and Amy. Then Amy and Trisha, then Amy and Lisa, then all three, all four...Amy felt her heart pounding, and she looked at Lisa without seeing her as her imagination went wild. Lisa saw the faraway look come to Amy's face. She looked at Trisha. Trisha had watched this, confused. Things fell into place slowly. "You know her?" Lisa nodded. Amy, hearing voices, popped out of her daydream. "Yeah", Lisa continued, "We work together. This morning she corners me and asks if I enjoyed my massage. How did SHE know where I was this morning, anyways? How did you know, Amy?" "Because I drive by here on my way to work, duh." Lisa reddened. Trisha felt obliged to take charge. "All right, you two, that's enough. Lisa, I want you to go upstairs. Right now. No, don't argue with me. Amy is here for an appointment, and this is her time right now. We'll be up in a little while and you can settle this somewhere else." In her mind, a plan was forming. Lisa, downcast, slowly walked out the door and up the stairs. Trisha turned to Amy. "And now, your side of the story?" Amy, unconcerned, said, "I saw her car here early this morning, like I said. I got to work, and later I just jokingly asked her if she had enjoyed her massage. She got all scared, looked real pale, and I got nervous. I got a bit curious later on and figured I'd just call and get a massage, I was just wondering why she got so upset. Curiosity, that's all." Trisha looked at her coldly. "Remember where curiosity got the cat?" Amy didn't expect that reply. She looked uncertain, nervous now. Trisha let her stew for a moment, then motioned to the massage table. "Well, we might as well get started. Climb up there. Just so you know, I won't skimp on your massage just because I'm a bit upset. You'll get the whole thing." Indeed you will, she added silently. Before long, Amy was lying, loose and relaxed, on the massage table. The scent of warm oil permeated the room as Trisha's oil-slicked hands glided over Amy's skin. Trisha waited until Amy's breathing had become slow and regular, deep and gentle. Quietly, "Amy, how do you feel right now?" "...nnn...nnph...nice..." Trisha smiled. "Yes, Amy, it feels nice. And it will continue to feel nicer and nicer as you let yourself relax more and more. The more you relax, the nicer you feel. And you feel so nice right now, Amy, so nice. Nice and relaxed. More and more relaxed. So nice." Trisha had no way of knowing that, thanks to Tracy, Amy was very receptive indeed to hypnotic influence. She had no way of knowing that Amy had already entered a light trance. She continued her suggestions of letting go, of relaxing, of drifting away. Amy sank like a stone into a deep trance. When Trisha rolled her over and suggested Amy's hand float gently into the air, Amy's arm quickly rose, pointing to the ceiling. Suspicious now, Trisha suggested that Amy could not, no matter what, move that arm until she was told otherwise. She then tried to bend Amy's arm, knowing that if Amy was indeed faking, the arm would move easily. Amy's arm remained as stiff as a steel bar, and Trisha wonderingly released her arm. She stood by the table for a moment, rethinking her plans. She realized now that Amy was in a deeper trance than she expected. To use that depth or not, that was the question. Postponing her decision, she suggested that Amy would never reveal her knowledge of Lisa's, or indeed her own, activities to anyone. Then she paused again. "Amy, have you been hypnotized before?" "Yes." "By whom?" "Tracy." "Tracy who?" Amy gave Tracy's last name. Trisha trembled as she recognized the name Amy gave her as that of her own younger sister. In shocked disbelief, she prodded Amy for Tracy's address, her appearance, her mannerisms. As Amy's dull voice answered her questions, Trisha realized it had indeed been her "little sister". ============================================================================= "Amy, when Tracy hypnotized you, what suggestions did she give you?" "I don't know." "Think, Amy. Think back. Think about yourself with Tracy, deeply hypnotized, listening to Tracy's voice. Tell me what she is saying to you." Slowly, Amy repeated the suggestions Tracy had given her the night before, suggestions Amy herself didn't know she had received. Trisha, feeling her knees weakening, had to sit down as she listened to Amy recite one sexually explicit suggestion after another. Her eyes widened as Amy said frankly that she was told not to remember anything. Then Amy was silent, and Trisha sat there, shaking, thinking. Tracy, what the hell got into you? Come to think of it, what's gotten into me? Here I am with this girl, and there's Lisa... She remembered Lisa, sitting alone upstairs. Oh, shit. Telling Amy to just relax quietly for a moment, she ran upstairs to find Lisa sitting forlornly in the waiting room. As Lisa watched her expectantly, Trisha looked quickly at her appoinment book, smiled a bit, locked the door, and turned out the lights. Taking the surprised Lisa by the hand, they went back downstairs. The look on Lisa's face when she realized Amy was hypnotized was priceless. A look of awe, of wonder, of excitement. With wide eyes, she turned to Trisha and asked, "Did I look like that?" Trisha nodded, smiling. Amy lay on the table, body limp, mouth open. Oil covered every inch of her body except her breasts and her pubic area. The towel had disappeared long ago, when Trisha had rolled Amy over onto her back. Lisa stared at Amy's nude, oil-covered body, and felt herself getting hot. This surprised her, as she had kind of figured her lesbian feelings would be reserved for Trisha, who had discovered them. But seeing Amy like this, helpless, as she had been so recently...She looked at Trisha with glassy eyes. Trisha watched Lisa, saw her becoming aroused, and felt herself warming up as well. Yes, the sight of Amy's body was exciting, but she really felt drawn to Lisa, herself, not women in general. The thought that Lisa found another woman arousing saddened her, to her great surprise. She was jealous? Of another woman? This was weird... Without a word, staring at Trisha's face, her eyes shining, Lisa undressed. Feeling as if she was being carried away on a wave of desire, Trisha too shed her clothes. The two of them crawled up onto the table next to the sleeping girl and quietly, lovingly, passionately made love. Deep in her trance, Amy heard sounds. A far-off moan. A sudden cry, quickly stifled. More sounds, sounds that had no names. Amy drifted silently within her mind as these sounds came to her, working their way deep into her dreams. Her mind detected a familiar scent, not bothering to categorize it as the musky smell of women in heat. The scent, too, went deep into Amy's open mind as Trisha and Lisa made each other come time and time again. Every now and then, one of them would brush against Amy, who felt soft skin rubbing gently against hers, not knowing why, or who, or even caring. As Trisha buried her tongue between Lisa's legs, as Lisa bit her finger to avoid making a noise that would disturb her, Amy's entranced mind took in all the sounds, scents, and sensations. Amy, without knowing it, was becoming aroused. Lisa's finger probed deep into Trisha's vagina as Trisha hungrily kissed Lisa's open mouth. Unaware of the fire building within the sleeping girl next to them, they continued, gradually quenching the fire within themselves. They lay exhausted beside each other close together to avoid disturbing Amy. Finally, silently, they arose, smiling gently at one another. Trisha pointed to Amy. Lisa, nodding her understanding, went into the shower room. "Amy? Amy, do you hear me?' "Yes." "Amy, very softly and easily, tell me the instructions I gave you." Dutifully, Amy recited that she was to remain silent regarding them. Satisfied, Trisha continued. "And, Amy, listen carefully. Think back to the times Tracy gave you suggestions. Think about the suggestions she gave you about Mark, and know that you were to be subject to his hypnotic control from this point on. Amy, listen closely. You do not, you do NOT have to act on any suggestions which would subject you to Mark's control. You can just let those suggestions fade away from your mind as if they never existed. Do you understand?" After a moment of silence, Amy said yes. "Also, Amy, you will not, you will NOT, attempt to use any of the hypnotic triggers you were given to hypnotize Mark. You will not, you will NOT, attempt to control Mark through hypnosis. Do you understand?" "Yes." "Amy, do you enjoy being hypnotized?" Amy replied yes. "Amy, would you enjoy it if I were to hypnotize you in the future?" Again, Amy responded positively. Amy was then given a trigger phrase, which Trisha decided would be "Deep trance now." And, just for laughs, the next time Amy was hypnotized by Tracy, Amy would call her 'Trisha' as long as she was in trance. Trisha grinned, imagining Tracy's response to that. Lisa came out of the shower room. Standing next to Trisha, she looked at Amy with an expression of nervous expectation. Trisha wakened Amy slowly, gently, allowing Amy to remain drowsy, relaxed. Out of trance but still half in a dream world, Amy startled the others by sliding her hand between her spreading legs. As she began rubbing her clit, Lisa moaned and reached for Amy. Trisha sadly stood back and watched. Lisa climbed onto the table. To Trisha's surprise, Amy made room for her. Amy's free hand flew over her own body, feeling, caressing, pinching, rubbing. Lisa knelt above her, legs straddling Amy, her fingers deep in her own snatch. Amy's eyes opened a bit, and she saw Lisa above her. She reached up and molded her hand to Lisa's breast. Lisa sighed and lowered herself down until she was kissing Amy torridly. Tears formed in Trisha's eyes as she saw Amy respond eagerly. As Lisa and Amy turned up the heat, Trisha walked out of the room. ============================================================================= They were in a 69, Amy on her back, Lisa above her, tongues busily slurping at each other. That position became another, and another, as the two carried on with abandon. Sitting alone in the next room, Trisha clearly heard them. Lisa's cries pierced her heart, and she was sobbing uncontrollably as she though of the unique, fragile flower she had discovered, only to have it taken by another. After a while, Trisha realized the other room was quiet. Not really wanting to, she crept back into the massage room. Amy wasn't in sight. Lisa lay grinning on the massage table, looking like she had just finished a very strenuous workout, which, in fact, she had. Lisa saw Trisha's tear-stained face and her grin disappeared. Sitting up, she asked what was wrong. Amy came out of the shower room, and Trisha merely shook her head at Lisa. Amy, too, was grinning until she saw Trisha. Trisha ignored her questioning as well, only saying it was time for them to leave. Puzzled, Amy went back into the shower room to dress. Lisa took Trisha in her arms, concerned about her special friend. To her amazement, Trisha shook her off and moved away. Stunned, Lisa stared at Trisha. "What's wrong? Are you OK?" Trisha whirled. "Last night was the most special night of my life. You and I found each other, and my life changed. I had never even THOUGHT about being with another woman before. You changed that. You were special. You made me think about things I never had. You made me feel things I never had. No other woman had ever done those things. That's because you are the only woman who could ever bring those feelings out. I was never a lesbian, I don't even know if I AM a lesbian. What I do know is, I was very attracted to YOU. YOU, LISA, not the fact that you are a woman. I thought you and I had a very special relationship. And then..." Trisha paused, motioning to the shower room. Lisa's eyes widened, and she felt the tears coming. "Oh, God, Trisha, I'm sorry. I didn't realize...I never thought...I just saw her there...Oh, God, I'm sorry. Never again...Never...I promise..Trisha...Please..." Sobbing, Lisa tried to hold Trisha, who moved away again, sobbing as well. Amy came out of the shower room, neatly dressed. She stopped and stared at the two crying women before her. What the hell?, she thought. Her thoughts flashed to the first time she had come out of that room to find the two of them holding each other. Weird. "Well, this is where I came in", she muttered, as she quickly walked past them, wondering just what the hell was going on here. She ducked out the door and went upstairs, having a better idea of Lisa's activities but still not the whole picture, she thought. The idea of talking about it never occured to her. Finding the front door locked, she discovered an unlocked back door. Getting into her car, she smiled briefly as an image of Lisa's head bobbing up and down between her legs came to her. Looking curiously at two envelopes on the seat beside her, she tore one of them to pieces, at the same time wondering why. As she backed out of the driveway, she knew deep down that she would be seeing Trisha again. Massages WERE great, she decided. Driving home, she tried to figure out how to handle her newly-discovered feelings about Lisa. ============================================================================= Trisha stood crying, her back to Lisa. Lisa was terrified. What had she done? What had she said? She moved closer to Trisha, afraid now to come too close. What now, she wondered frantically. After several moments of silence, Trisha turned around to find Lisa watching her from a few feet away. Tears ran down Lisa's face as well. Their eyes met for an instant, and Lisa immediately felt the magnetic pull of Trisha's eyes. Trisha, too, found herself remembering herself staring deep into Lisa's eyes, feeling the relaxation increasing slowly, irresistibly. The two of them gazed at each other, remembering. Before long, however, it was more than just memory. They felt themselves being drawn together as their eyes bored into each other, looking right down into the other's soul. Trisha saw true sorrow within Lisa, and Lisa realized she was seeing a woman who cared about HER very much. Without realizing it, the two of them came closer together. Still lost in each other's eyes, their lips met. Automatically, arms went around backs, holding the other close, as their eyes closed and they submitted to each other's power. Feeling Trisha's soft warm body pressing against her, Lisa whispered, "I'm sorry. You really are the only one. It won't happen again." Fresh tears, these of joy, sprang to Trisha's face as Lisa slid her hand between Trisha's legs. But as Trisha felt the first pangs of ecstacy build within her, she found herself wondering about the next time she came face-to-face with her sister Tracy. Those thoughts vanished as a red-hot bolt of pleasure seared her mind, and she shuddered, once again Lisa's lover. THE END ============================================================================= Author's notes: Let's see who we got, here... * Amy, hypnotized by Tracy and Trisha. Whose control will prove stronger? Works with Lisa. Made love to Lisa after becoming hypnotically aroused. * Lisa, hypnotized by Trisha, in love with her? Wanted again by Amy. * Trisha, massuese and successful hypnotist. Seduced Lisa, in love with her (for real?), tinkered with Tracy's programming of Amy. Amy wants to visit her again. * Tracy, horny hypnotist. Had first shot at Amy. What will she say when Amy calls her Trisha next time? :) Also seems to be Trisha's sister. * Mark, hypnotized by Tracy. Given, by Tracy, a way to control Amy, but does not know that thanks to Trisha, it won't work. Still strongly subject to Tracy's control. Tune in next time for the continuing adventures..... RC. =============================================================================