Jafar shook his head. This was quite a mind trip. "I can't fucking believe this. Are you shitting me?

Tarika smiled. "Of course not. I've always been interested in hypnosis. However, I don't think I can be hypnotized, so you'll just be wasting your time."

It didn't take much effort for Jafar to present a poker face to Tarika. "Well, I've only done it a couple of times. You're right. It probably won't work." He paused for a few seconds for effect. "You do want to try, though. Right?"

"It's been a fantasy," Tarika shyly admitted. "Who did you do it with... you know, before?"

Jafar answered, "A few guys I hung out with at college..." He stopped, not wanting to reveal the fact that he'd been aching to try it on a female. "We had a bit of fun," Jafar continued. "Nothing serious."

With a giggle, Tarika said, "You wouldn't make me bark like a dog, would you?"

"No, Tarika. I assure you that it would be just the two of us, and I'll let you stop at any time."

Tarika looked lost in thought. Her elbow was resting on the arm of the love seat where she was sitting, and her mouth was absently chewing on one of her fingers as her chin rested on her palm.

Inside, Jafar was ecstatic. He had always fantasized getting a hot chick to agree to be hypnotized. He would give her a post-hypnotic trigger to make her go under at any time. He'd make her do things to him, things she'd never agree to do if she were awake. He'd make her forget what she did, but she would have erotic dreams about it afterward.

At least, that's what Jafar hoped. He never actually got that far with anybody using hypnosis. He made his best friend think his hand was glued to the top of his head and almost died laughing at the reaction from the boy trying desperately to free his hand. Jafar knew that hypnotism worked. He only hoped he'd be able to get Tarika to agree to go under for him.

"Well, you've always been a nice guy, Jafar," Tarika admitted.

Yes, yes, yes! Jafar tried not to show his excitement in his face. "Do you really think so?" he asked, innocently.

"Of course!" Tarika said. She blushed a bit, as if she had admitted to much.

"Wow." Jafar didn't feel the least bit of guilt about the fact that his designs on the girl would not classify him in anybody's book as a "nice guy."

"You're cute when you blush," Tarika said, changing the subject. "Aren't you hungry? We could call out for a pizza."

Jafar didn't want to waste the opportunity. "I guess," he said, sounding just a little disappointed. "Maybe it was a foolish suggestion." Jafar put as much emotion into what he said in order to get Tarika to give him the right response.

"It wasn't foolish!" Tarika said quickly.

Jafar thought, Bingo! Outwardly he said, "People usually don't believe in it, anyway. A lot of people think that those guys... the stage hypnotists... the ones that make a bunch of people do silly things... They think that the people up there are just faking it. They know what they are expected to do."

"I've never seen one," Tarika answered. "I can't make that judgment. Besides, going to a show like that would cost money."

"That's why I made the offer," Jafar said, seeing an opportunity. "I'd show it to you for free."

"Well..." Tarika sounded doubtful, but there was something in her voice that said that she just needed to convince herself.

Jafar knew better than to push the girl. He hoped it would just be a matter of letting Tarika convince herself.

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"You actually use a watch?" Tarika asked, incredulously.

"Believe it or not, most people have this perception of hypnotism, so it's a pretty good place to start." Jafar was actually quoting from a book that he read about hypnotism. Give people something that they are comfortable with. That will get them to relax.

Jafar was talking slowly, and was still moving his wristwatch back and forth slowly. He saw Tarika's eyes move as she focused on the object.

"Think of yourself relaxing. It's a nice sunny day... a summer day at the beach. Think of yourself lying in the sand, your eyes focused on the pretty watch, relaxing and feeling very content."

"Hmmm..."

"Shh. Close your eyes and imagine the watch moving back and forth. You are alone on the beach, totally relaxed."

Tarika's eyes closed obediently.

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This was always the tricky part, Jafar thought. How can you tell when she's deep enough?

Jafar continued chanting, "Relaxing, relaxing..."

Tarika's head nodded a bit more.

Maybe that's the cue. "Tarika, you can still hear my relaxing voice. You are asleep on a beach... a deserted beach... you are in the tropics, and can hear the gentle sound of the surf as the waves reach the shore."

Tarika nodded her head in agreement.

Summoning up his courage, Jafar said, "OK. You can talk now. Softly, though. Do you know where you are?"

A soft giggle answered Jafar. "I'm on a warm, lovely beach."

"That's right. Where is that beach?"

"It's a neat place I found in Bermuda when I went there with my parents. Back then, the place was crowded. It's quite empty now. It's a bit weird... but nice."

Wow. This is working! Jafar was ecstatic. It was obvious that Tarika's mind was filling in details that he didn't provide, totally accepting his suggestion that she was at the beach.

The book Jafar read on hypnosis also said it was easy to figure out if a person is just pretending to be under.

Time for a test. "Tarika, your left arm has a helium balloon attached to it. Can you see how it floats in the warm breeze?"

Tarika lifted her arm slightly as if she were holding a balloon.

First test passed.

"Look at the balloon, it's getting bigger. Somehow, more and more helium is entering the balloon. It wants to move higher. You can feel it pulling your arm."

The arm, which was just an inch from Tarika's body, started to move up slowly. It was weird as the pantomime was so perfect... Jafar could almost see where Tarika thought the balloon was tethered. Her arm dangled over her head almost helplessly.

Second test passed.

"The balloon has now disappeared, but your arm still feels light as it floats over your body."

Tarika's wrist, which had been the high point of the pantomime with her fingers dangling below it, straightened a bit, as if the string that was suspending her wrist disappeared.

This was pretty convincing.

"Let your wrist float down a bit until it reaches your head." Tarika's arm slowly came down. As soon as her arm touched her head, Jafar added, "As your hand touches your head, you find that it is now held there by a very powerful glue. No matter how hard you try, you cannot pull your hand away."

Jafar enjoyed watching Tarika's frustration as she tried to disconnect her hand from her head. This was even more amusing than when Jake did this in high college. It was difficult for Jafar to keep from laughing out loud.

"OK, OK, Tarika. The glue has magically disappeared."

Tarika's wrist shot up suddenly as the invisible glue that was holding it went away.

Quickly, Jafar added, "Let your hand float gently down back to your body." He watched as Tarika obeyed his instruction.

Third test passed.

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Jafar left the living room into the kitchen to get a Sprite. He was sporting a huge erection and needed to work off his excess energy. He actually had Tarika out cold under hypnosis!

He popped the top and took a quick slug of the cold soda. It really felt refreshing. He slowly walked back to the living room where Tarika was still asleep.

Tarika was a good looking girl. She had dark brown hair, and an oval face that framed her lovely black eyes. She didn't wear much makeup, not even lipstick. Of course, they were just friends; they weren't really dating, although they went out for dinner occasionally.

When Jafar's roommate transferred out of college a few months ago, it meant that Jafar had the dorm room to himself--at least until next semester. Tarika lived in the same dormitory, and frequently visited him. They sometimes studied together, although the two didn't have any common classes. Tarika complained that her roommate was too loud for her to study, and Jafar welcomed any excuse to spend time with Tarika.

Jafar looked at Tarika lying peacefully on her side on the love seat. Her breathing was slow and rhythmic, he could see her softball-sized breasts moving with each breath.

Time to move in for the kill.

"Tarika, are you still there?"

"Umm, hmm..."

"Great. Do you know where you are?"

"On Udayput Beach, in a town called Digha."

"That's right. Is it a warm day?"

"It's always warm in Odisha."

"Uh, huh. In fact, there's a hot spell there. It's over a hundred degrees out. Very hot."

Automatically, Tarika moved her arm and wiped her brow. She squinted in a bit of discomfort, obviously from the "heat" that Jafar had made her think she was experiencing.

This is great!

"Hot," Tarika murmured.

"Yes. And look, you're wearing your winter clothes. They must be stifling."

A look of confusion hit Tarika's face. Her arms felt her body and she realized that she was, indeed, wearing clothes that were designed for the New England winter where her college was.

"Very hot. Stifling."

"You need to take off those hot clothes, Tarika."

Tarika shook her head no. "No... No... I want to, but it's a public beach. Somebody will see!"

"Nobody is there, Tarika."

Tarika looked tormented. "No. It's still a public beach. I can't take off my clothes."

Jafar didn't expect this, but it made sense. Suddenly, an idea hit him. "But you're not wearing a bra and panties. You're wearing your bikini. You just need to take off your outer clothes and sunbathe in your swim suit."

"Um, yeah... bikini..."

Jafar's heart jumped as Tarika started to unbutton her blouse. He watched as her long fingers twisted off each button as she quickly removed it. Throwing her blouse to the floor, she started to work on her jeans.