For The Patrons - N.C.U. - Part 10 (Patreon)

Key: MC, FD

Description: The girls are given a suggestion to become models…with a little bit of a sexy twist.  

Rayne confidently strode up behind the row of hypnotized girls, most of whom were slumped over onto one another. She couldn’t help but admire just how lovely everyone looked in their current state, but she knew it was time for things to take a more…arousing turn. “Now ladies…” she began “In a moment I am going to count to three and wake you up, and when I do you will believe that you are all models. It can be whatever kind of model you most associate with...fashion model, swimsuit model, even an Instagram model, it doesn’t matter. But you will find yourself in the perfect mindset to pose and show off for our audience.” 

Laura and Trisha both looked on curiously, waiting to see where Rayne was going with the idea, although in reality it was a fairly easy thought process to follow. The audience watched with even more interest and excitement as Rayne slowly counted the girls back up. “One…Two…Three…Models on display for our audience now!” she finished, taking several steps back to allow the girls to take center stage. 

All of the girls began to stir as they stood up from their seats and began to strut around the stage. Christine and Jessy paired up immediately and began to play off of one another, striking poses that looked straight off of Instagram. At the other end of the row, Klaire showed a rare burst of confidence and strode to the front of the stage where she placed her hand on her hip and stared into the rafters. She held the position for a few moments, then shifted her stance into another catalog quality position and held that pose, alternating every few seconds as if she were a runway model. 

Jackie stood up and placed her leg on the chair next to her, sliding her hands along her legs as she smiled out at the audience. To make her pose even more flirty and suggestive, she placed a single finger on her lower lip and pulled it down gently as she shifted to a more pouty expression. Beside her, Cheyenne stood up and slowly began to walk up and down the stage like a model on a catwalk. Her heel to toe posture perfectly accentuated her form and physique, while every step conveyed a feeling of elegance and grace that matched the focus in her expression. 

Carly, on the other hand, chose a more simple and wholesome route and smiled out at the audience as she framed her hands around her face. There was an innocence to the poses that she was picking, almost as if they were taken from a stock photo gallery. Meanwhile, Eve went in the completely opposite direction and moved to the very edge of the stage, where she sat down and let her feet hang off of the edge. Her hands moved up her top and slowly unzipped her shirt, allowing her to pull it down on one side and expose her bra as well as part of her breast. She flipped her long brown hair to one side as well and gave the audience a very seductive, ‘come-hither’ look. 

The sisters, Jennifer and Lindsey, almost seemed to instinctively read each other’s mind as they both stood up and moved back to back, putting their fingers up in a gun position. They seemed to almost be trying to emulate Charlie’s Angels in the way they were posing. 

The audience watched with varied responses of laughter to cheers. All of the girls got at least some attention, while some of the sexier poses earned them whistles and catcalls from the male audience members. And in the middle of it all, Rayne’s commanding voice still managed to echo throughout the auditorium. “Freeze!”

Instantly all the girls came to a complete stop while Rayne confidently weaved through the row of chairs. As she passed by Trisha she couldn’t help but notice that she was as still as the others and held a grin as she moved to the center of the stage. “Posing is all well and good, but what do you say we…turn up the heat a bit…hmmm?” she asked, giving the audience a suggestive smile. 

The reaction was pretty much what you would expect from a rowdy, horny college crowd. “That’s what I thought.” She said, giggling. “Ladies, when I snap my fingers you will unfreeze and find that, although you are still models, you are now...sexy models. The kind that would appear in naughty magazines. I’m sure you have some ideas of what that might look like.” She winked at the audience, earning herself another round of whistles and cheers. 

Rayne snapped her fingers into the microphone, making it to echo through the hall as the audience...mostly the men...looked on. As the rest of the girls sprang to life again, Jennifer and Lindsey stood back to back and bent their knees, using their backs to support one another. Lindsey put a finger to her lips and gave the audience a pouty smile, while Jennifer leaned her head back onto her sister’s shoulder and gazed lovingly into the audience, sliding her hand down her chest as she did.  

Next to her, Eve turned her back to the audience and put one foot in front of the other to show off the curves of her legs and butt. To drive her point home, she bent over far enough to make her hair fall over her shoulder as she looked back at the audience with an inviting smile. 

Meanwhile, Carly was down on all fours, almost instinctively, and tucked her shirt into her shorts to accentuate her cleavage. Getting into a crawling position, she leaned forward and arched her back, pushing out her chest for the audience to enjoy...and enjoy it they did. While she was in the middle of striking the pose, Cheyenne walked up to Carly and sat on her back, crossing her legs and using her friend’s head as an armrest to support her upper body and head. It was just the right position for her to show off her legs and chest. 

Of course at this point the girls were beginning to feed off of one another and trying to outdo the others’ poses. Even in their deeply hypnotized states’ the girls were still competitive. To that end, Jackie moved up to the audience and knelt down in front of them, spreading her legs and sliding her hand between them while her other hand moved up to her breast. A look of orgasmic pleasure washed over her face while she posed for the audience...despite being fully clothed, it was still quite the scene. 

Klaire took one of the chairs, turned it sideways and sat down, leaving most of her back to the audience as she looked over her shoulder. Slowly, she slid one of the shoulder straps of her dress down to reveal most of her back and the side of her breast, which she covered with her other handTo tease the audience even more, she hiked her skirt to show off the left side of her leg, all the way up to her thigh. Out of all the poses, hers seemed to be the most…natural. Almost as if she had experience teasing others with these same positions. 

At the first sign of skin being shown, Jessy naturally upped the ante and pulled her shirt over her head, revealing a dark blue bra that cupped and shaped her breasts perfectly. She held her shirt loosely at her side as she put her opposite hand on her hip and bent one knee, looking out at the audience with a slightly embarrassed smile. The kind of smile a girl gives a guy when she knows she has his attention but wants to make it seem like an accident.  

Before Jessy even managed to finish getting into position, Christine’s shirt had already hit the floor and a moment later so had her bra. She smiled as she bent over at the waist and cocked an eyebrow, smiling deviously as she held her hands across her chest...just barely keeping her breasts hidden from the crowd. 

Needless to say the audience was enjoying every minute of the show, but to their surprise, as well as Rayne and Laura’s, there was one more view for them to enjoy. To their surprise, Trisha, who had frozen with the rest of the girls, started to walk in a sultry heel to toe fashion to the edge of the left side of the stage. Her hands moved behind her back and Rayne’s jaw dropped as she saw the hypnotized grad student pull down her zipper…and drop her dress to the stage floor, leaving her in only a pair of panties and heels. Trisha raised an arm above her head and tilted her head back, pushing her breasts out as far as she could while bending one knee to show off her leg work at the gym…which, of course, the audience appreciated. 

Rayne gave an impressed look to Laura, who was turning beet red and laughing at the current state of her friends on stage. Especially Christine and Trisha. All while the audience expressed their own…appreciation for the view before them. 

After taking a few more moments to enjoy the view before her, Rayne moved over to Trisha and snapped her fingers in front of her eyes, causing her to snap out of her trance. At first Trisha just looked around the audience in confusion before giving Rayne a questioning expression. As she glanced at her friend, who was giving her a devious smile, she noticed that the audience was still cheering and that Rayne was staring at something…other than her eyes. She followed Rayne’s gaze down to her exposed breasts and just stared. It was one of those moments where you see something in front of you but you just don’t quite realize exactly what’s happening. Trisha knew she was staring at her own nipple...it just didn’t register right away. When it did, her eyes flew open as she shouted “Holy shit!” loud enough for the audience to hear her without a microphone. In one quick motion, she bent down, grabbed her dress and pulled it up and into position in a single move executed so fast, it was mostly a blur to most people. 

Trisha zipped up her dress as the audience continued to show their appreciation for her impromptu show, while she turned shades of red that more than likely didn’t exist in nature. With her dress zipped back up, she skittered back to her post behind the chairs, still bright red from the embarrassment...and yet mildly excited from the reactions she was getting.

Rayne couldn’t help but laugh as she watched Trisha scurry back behind the chairs. “Aww she’s embarrassed! I’ve been friends with her the whole semester and I don’t think I’ve seen her blush that much...or at all!!” She teased, much to Trisha’s annoyance. “Let’s give all of our models, and especially my lovely assistant, a big round of applause as they go back to their seats…now!” she said, snapping her fingers. 

As soon as the audience started to applaud the girls all moved back to their seats one by one, eyes glazed and completely unaware of what they had done...or what they were currently doing, for that matter. To Rayne’s delight Christine had left not only her shirt, but her bra completely forgotten on the stage floor and sat down at her chair still completely topless. Since Christine’s hair barely made it down to her shoulders, she provided quite the view for the audience to enjoy. 

She smiled and moved over to the discarded clothes, picking them up off of the floor and holding them up teasingly for the audience to see. “Let’s get these out of the way for now, we wouldn’t want one of the girls to trip on them now would we?” As she dropped the clothes behind Christine’s chair, it was clear she had no intentions of letting her redress anytime soon. 

As she turned around, Rayne noticed that Jessy was still holding her shirt in her hand. She leaned in and placed her finger on the forehead of the dark haired girl and whispered the word “Sleep” into her ear. Jessy’s eyes instantly rolled up into her head as she slumped back into her chair and went completely limp. With Jessy completely out, Rayne bent down and took her shirt from her hand, placing it behind her chair. “No sense in having that in the way.” she said, smiling as she tapped Christine on the head and said ‘Sleep’ into the microphone. 

Christine let out a soft gasp as her head dropped to her chest while she slumped down in her chair. One by one Rayne moved down the line of girls, tapping each of them on the head, and saying ‘sleep’ with each tap.And one by one the girls sank into their chairs, completely unaware of how limp and relaxed their bodies had become. Most fell back against their chair or slumped down in it, but Carly, however, fell to her left and onto Eve’s shoulder. The movement caused Eve to fall gently onto Jennifer’s shoulder, which in turn caused Jennifer to fall onto Lindsey’s shoulder. Fortunately Rayne saw the domino effect that was happening, and with a few simple suggestions into Lindsey’s ear was able to get the muscular police cadet ready to support the weight of the three other girls without falling off of her own chair. 

Once all of the girls were deeply asleep again, Rayne moved next to Laura and began whispering in her ear as the excited blonde nodded, smiled, and disappeared backstage. “Ladies and gentlemen, there is an old tradition in stage hypnosis shows…” Rayne began while a devious smile spread across her face. “A special little gag that I think you will all enjoy watching our wonderfully helpless volunteers undergo.” She waited patiently as Laura brought out a small item and handed it to her, just quickly enough to remain hidden from the audience. Rayne smirked from her position at the center of the stage, letting the audience’s curiosity build for a few more moments. Finally, she held up what looked like a toy space gun, complete with sound effects and flashing lights. “I present to you...The Orgasm Gun!” 

To be continued. 

Featuring Rayne, Trisha, Laura, Christine, Jessy, Jackie, Klaire, Jennifer, Lindsey and Eve.