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The Merger - Spirals - Banter file
🕑 Added 2019-05-03 06:44:25 +0000 UTC
Story: “That’s it…you can do it.” Midnight cooed into the ear of a clearly hypnotized young man. He was sitting on a chair in the back office of Midnight’s shop, his girlfriend panting by his side while Midnight straddled him and bounced up and down, slowly and rhythmically on his lap. Her left hand was stretched down between the legs of the panting young woman.
SG: Well that’s a hell of an opening…
Me: I know right
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Story: “Oh you know how things go, up and down…up and down…up and down…yes yes yes yes!”
SG: So… business is good?
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Story: With a small amount of orgasmic pleasure as a bonus.
SG: nice bonus :oP
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Story: She knew that Midnight had a weakness for things being dangled in front of her eyes.
SG: we have that in common :oP
Me: As well as SleepnDarlin (my real life g.f. and the person Midnight and Veo are based on), which is why it’s a part of her character.
SG: Makes perfect sense.
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Story: “You’re…not going…to get me…”
SG: I’ll take “Famous last words before being tranced into oblivion” for 500, Alex…
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Story: As if on cue, like someone was writing this story,
SG: Weird how that works :oP
Me: I know it’s just strange sometimes how these things work out.
(the very next line in the story): Funny how that works isn’t it?
SG: is there an echo in here?
Me: Yes… yes… yes….
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Story: It was like staring into a thousand Christmas tree lights all blinking at high speeds.
SG: there’s an image
Me: You’ve seen what my christmas tree looks like.
SG: heheh that is true, no wonder that image seemed familiar :oP
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Story: Let’s face it…Rayne and Laura didn’t stand a chance.
SG: I can’t imagine why you would say that.
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Story: “Hi! I’m Kelli, from Card Enterprises, I have an appointment with a Mr. Hank Anderson.”
SG: ooooooh, plot twist :oP
Me: not really it was in the last story
Sg: I know, just let me have this :oP
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Story: But I have work to do, and I don’t have time to…play…with you right now.”
SG: sigh… all work and no play, Kelli… that’s not healthy…
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Story: Celene struggled, her eyes fluttering with everything she had left. But what she had wasn’t enough to give more than a token resistance. “Yyy...Ye….Yes….” she said softly, struggling to fight every single word.
SG: yeah ok the struggle here just kind of pushed a lot of buttons….
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Story: (just before Kelli went in to ‘take care of’ Hank)
Sg: don’t you mean “negotiate”? :oP
Me: Tomato, tomato… that doesn’t work in text does it…
SG: it does, actually… but maybe that’s because I knew what you were going for :oP
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Story: Tammy, however, tried to kick the door open. But given that it was a solid metal door locked by a metal latch this did no good.
SG: have to give her credit for trying, though…
Me: Based on [a tae kwon do champion ex GF of mine] who would kick doors open if they were locked.
SG: well … that’s one way to go about that situation…
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Story: But the TV screens in the booth also came on, each with a different graphical representation of Kelli’s eyes…and each with a different spiral pattern.
SG: well I’d be screwed
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Story: “Your…eyes… “ Tammy repeated softly after each echoing of the mantra. Her posture became more and more relaxed as she just seemed to stare…deeply and completely into the screen. The tension and fear in her eyes began to fade from her expression. Her lips parted in a soft, smooth fashion as she continued to just…stare at the screen, deeply and completely
SG: Nice image :oP
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Story: “Let’s see how you fare when the show is over.”
SG: my guess is ‘not well’ :oP
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Story: if you touch them you will feel a surge of pleasure…and the more intimately you touch them, the more intense that pleasure will become. So much so that you will become addicted to it.”
SG: Did you see that somewhere or was it just off the top of your head? I know you mentioned it when we were talking earlier in the week but I forgot to ask, and i was just curious
Me: probably a little of both, I came up with it at the time but i've probably seen something like that along the lines at one time or another.
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Story: as soon as she touched him her expression shifted from disgust...to surprise...to...almost…”Pleasure”.
SG: ok this might seem weird, but i actually got like a small shiver when i read that...kind of like a small tingle of pleasure almost...but that's not a trigger of mine so i'm assuming it was just a coincidence and a product of me editing and imagining things, etc…
Me: or a trigger you forgot
SG: ...ok but is it? because that's going to drive me nuts :oP
Me: That's why I said it…
SG: you said it to drive me nuts? Mission accomplished...now I wanna know :oP
Me: *waves hand at you...* you don't need to know…
SG: although i guess i don't really need to know..
SG: although, just to be an ass...i may not need to know, but i still want to know :oP
Me: *waves hand at you* you don't want to know... it's not important and you can let it go…
SG: actually it's probably not that important, in hindsight
SG while editing this file: i usually recognize or remember most of the comments i make for these, but this whole interaction is drawing a blank for some reason
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Story: She had gone so far as to press her head into his chest, but this also left her head angled down and looking directly at his groin in the process. As the pleasure started to overwhelm her, she slid her hand down to pull open his zipper and find the fastest way to touch as much of him as she could…burying her head between his legs in the process.
SG: ok that was pretty button pushing, actually
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Story: he said very politely, completely ignoring the fact that he was standing in a hallway with five completely passed out college students and that she had seen him bite the blonde.
Sg: let's be fair...if anyone had seen him, they would have been hypnotized, drained, or both, anyway :oP or they would have ignored it, because fantasy
Me: Probably true.
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Story: Alan looked over at Kelli as she helplessly stared up at Nadia, completely blank and vacant, and smiled.
SG: I would say poor Kelli, but I don't think she'll have much of a say in caring what happens to her even after she's awake :oP
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Story: The energy, the pure will of the vampire, sliding through his grip into her mind. Her face slowly went slack as all of the tension seemed to be drained from her body. The realization of what she had just done, the trap she had just walked face first into, was briefly apparent in the back of her eyes. But just like the rest of her thoughts, it was gone in an instant. She simply stared ahead at Alan, as helpless as his vampiric assistant kneeling on the floor next to her.
SG: ok, well...that was a hell of an image…
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Story: All vampires need a lair. I need a lair, too. But I’m just a storyteller…oh well.
SG: LOL, maybe one day you’ll have a lair… :oP
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Story: maybe the dressing room. Stage door on the right.”
SG: Would she volunteer that information without Kelli actually asking her, though? If she was that out of it, would she really be...well, thinking, enough to offer that up? Am I overthinking this? :oP Maybe it's just because i'm thinking I wouldn't just ramble that off if I were in a trance...(do I ramble when I'm under? inquiring minds want to know) I'll stop now…
ME: This is called a plot convenience =cP so I don't have to write extra lines. and honestly yes some people do ramble when they are under hypnosis. Trisha for example. You do not usually ramble unless i ask you a question that is prone to rambling.
SG: heheh fair enough on both counts :oP and that's good to know...i usually only ramble when i'm nervous or hyper…
SG: of course, in hindsight, now i'm wondering what you would be asking me that would be prone to me rambling…
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Story: While she fumbled through her pockets like she was doing the macarena,
SG: and now that’s stuck in my head, thank you…
ME: You’re welcome.
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Story: As she did, Kelli’s eyes turned a bright, hypnotic, vampiric yellow.
SG: i'm realizing that vampires may be more of a turn on for me than i originally thought (that's not necessarily a realization that happened from this story alone, just a general thing i've noticed as i've been editing these stories)
ME: I don't normally do vampires. but you have always liked the whole "look into my eyes" idea
SG: yeah i kinda have, not even necessarily just from a vampire perspective...just as a whole. i'm a sucker for it, i guess. :oP
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Story: She was staring directly into Kelli’s eyes at the exact moment that Kelli realized she could see a set of eyes in the sunglasses…her own eyes.
SG: that image is more than a little button pushing
Me: hot vampire hypnotizing herself?
SG: yes, that would be the image :oP
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Story: Or...was she her own victim?…She was her own victim…wasn’t she? She realized this just as what was left of her thoughts simply faded away.
SG: holy hell...i don't think pushing buttons is an accurate enough description for this paragraph. Damn.
Me: Happy to help
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Story: “Now, my pet…” she cooed as she wrapped her hand around the back of Kelli’s head and slowly pulled it between her legs. “Lick.”
Sg: well that's one way to take advantage of the situation :oP
Me: People keep telling me they want more sex in these. so the characters that are blatantly sexual.. get sexual scenes.
SG: makes sense to me
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Story: She was the center of everyone’s attention…and she loved it! (This is in regards to Laura)
SG: How fitting... :oP
Me: heheh art imitates life…
(The person Laura is based on, is a bit of an attention junkie)
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Story: “don’t want you to fall for me…just yet.” She finished with a wink.
SG: subtlety is not her strong suit :oP
Me: No, not it is not.
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Story: And that Laura was now almost at eye level with the taller woman's cleavage.
SG: and this is what happens when you're short…
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Story: Nothing else matters but my eyes and the feelings growing…deeper, and deeper…inside of your body. In all those…special places…”
SG: it took two times to edit this...only because the first time i ended up too dazed to be productive
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Story: Anyone that looked in her direction would only see the light coming off of it, and once they did they would simply forget…and move along
SG: because convenience and fantasy.
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Story: [word used redacted]
SG: I almost corrected this because it wasn’t in all caps
(Her trigger phase is in all caps the word in the story is not).
SG while editing this file: wait i remember which word this is talking about, that's not a trigger :oP well...maybe just not an official one i guess
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Story: But her eyes were closed, and her face completely slack, with her lips gently parted longing deeply for another kiss.
SG: i like that line...maybe it's just the image, too
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Story: in their full vampiric glory and with their hypnotic powers on in full.
SG: i feel like that might need to be reworded...mostly the part about the vampiric glory...but my brain's not functioning enough to come up with a better option
ME: hazards of editing my crap?
SG: yeah, but they’re fun hazards so it’s ok.
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Story: Her whole body was nothing more than a ragdoll in the arms of the vampire.
SG: ok well that whole scene with the two of them certainly did a good job of pushing buttons…
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Story: that glamourous hollywood look,
SG: the one that also makes you look like you just stepped out of a shampoo commercial :oP
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Story: started to swing it slowly back and forth in front of her, only to put it back, pick up the next one, and attempt to swing it as well.
SG: I could see myself doing something like that and accidentally putting myself out in the process
ME: heheh yup
SG: it would be more likely that i'd knock myself out or something, but still :oP
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Story: If your mind is focused and at peace…like mine is…the watch is perfectly still. Then, and only then, can you command the watch to swing, in a clean and crisp manner.”
SG: this would be the only thing to keep me from putting myself out :oP
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Story: nearly placing her head between Midnight’s breasts.
SG: placement is everything, apparently…
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Story: “Let all the thoughts…simply drain out of your mind now, miss. Let everything fade away…and just focus on the watch, the watch moving in front of you. The more you focus, the easier it is for you to simply…clear your mind for me now. And the more you clear your mind…the easier it is for the watch…in your hands…to come to a slow…simple...stop.”
SG: good thing i wasn't actually watching a watch, that had me dazed enough just reading it…
Me: that was the intention
SG: oh i'm well aware, consider it me letting you know you're hitting the mark :oP
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Story: Until you simply fall…into a deep…deep…Sleep.”
SG: the hazards of editing hypnotic inductions...said after staring at a blinking cursor for a full minute, dazed and half out of it
Me: that was also the intention
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Story: She used her proximity to Rayne to nudge her forward, and began to slowly walk her toward the dressing room in the back. All the while she slowly, gently, massaged the young woman’s breasts.
SG: well that’s a hell of a way to maneuver someone
ME: porn trumps realism
SG: there’s a t-shirt slogan in there somewhere.
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Story: No one ever said Jennifer had relaxing tastes in books.
SG: and no one ever will if she keeps reading from the legal section :oP
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Story: “Come to Mama…”
SG: down girl... :oP
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Story: Alan’s master plan for Spirals is revealed…
SG: Dun dun DUUUUNNNNNN (sorry...had to do it)
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Story: Her body managed to instinctively fall into a sexy, yet helpless, pose.
SG: because convenience? :oP
ME: It's actually a 'nod' to SleepNDarlin who every time a put her out manages to always fall into a movie quality helpless pose.
SG: fair enough, that works too
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Story: He smiled at just how lovely she looked, helpless, spent, and completely under his control.
SG: yeah that's more than enough of an image to push buttons…
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Story: he was able to get this luxurious room for free.
SG: ah the perks of being an incubus…
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Story: it sounded more like a human fist moving at the speed of a jackhammer
SG: well there's an image :oP
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Story: Midnight’s sentence trailed off as her arms slowly fell to her sides. Her face relaxed as her head sank to her chest. A moment later her head rose up and she turned to face Xander, her eyes opened, revealing them to be blank and glassy.
SG: holy shit that's a hell of an image
ME: first time i have done a trance trigger in a story i noticed.
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Story: Xander just blinked...
SG: that seems like the only appropriate reaction at this point
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Story: He might not be able to turn Midnight into a vampire…but he could certainly turn her into his little pawn easily enough.
SG: actually for me i think that might be pushing buttons more than the idea of her being turned into a vampire
ME: Her being a pawn? yeah that’s the idea =cP
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Story: “With as much of a gossip as she is, do you have any idea how much that is going to drive her nuts?”
SG: that just makes it more hilarious
ME: Yeah that was SleepNdarlins idea
SG: good idea on her part, I like it!
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Story: Time to break out all those ‘how to identify a tail’ techniques she learned watching spy movies.
SG: Channeling Burn Notice, were you?
ME: Actually yes.
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Story: Obviously that wasn’t the surprising part.
Sg: you don’t say?
Me: I was in a shit head mood
SG: is there a time you aren’t?
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Story: And every single one of them was still as a statue. Frozen in mid pose, in mid stride, in mid-dress, and some even in mid sentence. A gallery of beautiful hypnotically frozen women, and a clear sign the vampire had been here.
SG: aaaaand buttons pushed…
Me: Ya don’t say?
SG: I wholeheartedly do say!
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Story: “Not all art is paintings, or pictures, music or poetry. No… sometimes art is a perfect situation. The right people in the right place, at the right time. The experiences of their lives are a kind of living work of art that, once it is gone, could possibly be gone forever.” He gave Kelli a warm smile before looking back at the club down the street. “Ten years ago, on the other side of the globe, there was a situation like this. A situation where life had the potential to become living art. A nightclub dedicated to hypnotism, a conflicted incubus, a sexually aggressive succubus, an angel with a crush, and a bored hypnotist, rounded out by a cluelessly cute DJ, a no nonsense but clumsy bouncer, and the sexy mass of ever changing patrons. All in one place…at one time. It was the chance of a lifetime…and then, due to one simple mistake it slipped away, or so I thought. Apparently this mixture simply needed some time to ferment, needed one or two more added ingredients…and a slightly better locale. Nevertheless, a chance like this usually doesn’t come around twice in existence, no less twice in the same decade. When I noticed the pieces falling back into place…I had to act.”
SG: this was not at all the explanation that i expected you to write up for this, I don't know that I had one in mind to be honest, but...I really, really like this. i don't know...it made me smile, and it's very 'you' :o)
Me: of everything i have written to date, i spent more time crafting that paragraph and editing it then anything else I've ever written.
SG: and it shows...you did good :o) it's a very fitting way to describe things
