A Midnight Compulsion

I blink. Jack sits there, watching me carefully. I narrow my eyes back at him as I quickly check myself over. My bikini is still on, and I'm sat in exactly the same spot. Nevertheless, something feels different. Like I've just had the last few minutes of my memories deleted.

"Jack, what did you do?" I ask quietly.

"Nothing," he says. A relieved smile spreads across his face, though.

"What did you do to me?"

"Nothing! Seriously!"

I raise an eyebrow. "You just hypnotized me again. I know you did. If you made me kiss you, or show you my tits again, or anything like that, and you don't tell me right now, I'll cut your balls off."

He smirks smugly. "I didn't make you do anything. No need to cut my balls off."

I glare at him. When, he doesn't crack, I stand up. "Screw this. I'm going to bed."

Jack nods. "Good plan. See you later."

The way he says that sends a chill up my spine. Nerves bubbling in my stomach, I head back to the bunk room I'm sharing with Amy for the week.

"So, what happened with you and Jack earlier?" Amy asks from the top bunk as I turn out the light.

I slip under the sheets on the lower bunk and sigh. Great question. What did happen? "I don't know ... Just started arguing about how to put the groceries away," I lie.

"Really? That was it?" The wooden slats of the bunk above creak slightly as she shifts. "It seemed a bit more raw than that. I mean, if you ask me, I think he likes you."

I raise my eyebrows at that. Sure, that was one possible explanation, in the same way that a boy pulling a girl's hair means he likes her. Or equally, he could just be a mean kid. "I ... Yeah, not convinced. I think I just piss him off."

"Why'd he come on this trip then?"

"Because he's friends with Elijah and Freddie?" I reply.

"Hm ..." Amy makes a vague noise of agreement. A few moments later, her snores drift down from the bunk above, and I roll my eyes. Yeah. Good talk.

I can't get to sleep. Eventually, I resign myself to doomscrolling until I'm tired enough, by which point it'll probably be time for breakfast. I pick up my phone anyway. The time trickles by, until I look up from my reels to see that it's nearly midnight. Jeez. Just let me sleep.

Instead, though, I slide out of bed, moved by a strange compulsion. As quietly as I can, I strip out of my pyjamas and pull on the sexiest underwear I brought on the trip - a black lace pair of panties and a matching bra. Then I pick up my makeup bag and creep to the bathroom. What the fuck am I doing?

Five minutes later, and I step out of the bathroom, glossy red lipstick on my lips and smokey eyeshadow around my eyes. Noiselessly, I creep back down the hall to mine and Amy's room. Then I go past it. No! Where are you going, dumbass?

The answer, of course, is Jack's room. When Freddie arrives in a few days, they'll be sharing, but for now it's just him. Shit.

Unbidden, my hand twists the handle and nudges the door open. Jack sits on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands, but he jerks upright when he hears the door creak open. He gazes at me in the warm lamplight. "You came," he says. He sounds slightly dazed.

I shut the door quietly behind me, then turn to him. "How are you making me do this?" I hiss.

Jack hesitates. "I mean, I'm not making you do anything you don't want to do. Hypnosis doesn't work like that."

"Really?" I hiss. "Because I do not want to be dolled up and almost naked in your room right now. So it sure seems like it can."

"But on some level, you do want this." He stands up, looking me in the eye. "Maybe you enjoy that feeling of powerlessness. Maybe you like me. Or maybe you're just horny."

I glower at him. "I'm not -"

"On some level, your conscious or your subconscious wants to be here. Otherwise you wouldn't be." He says it so matter-of-factly that I can't manage a reply. "When I commanded you to come, you didn't resist. You came."

"Well, I'm resisting now." I turn for the door. Before I can open it, though, his voice stops me in my tracks.

"Blank!"

SNAP

My thoughts evaporate. My hand drops to my side as I stare blankly at the door. No resistance. Only obedience.

"Turn around," he orders. I obey. Somewhere else, I know my conscious self wants to leave, wants me to get out of this room, but she doesn't matter. Nothing matters except for his words.

Jack watches me carefully. He's still suspicious. How little he knows. My mind is empty. I want nothing more than to obey his commands. If I could, I would beg for his next command. But he hasn't told me to, so I don't.

Tentatively, he takes a step towards me. We're almost the same height, barely an inch separating us. His eyes flick to my lips. Then they roam further down my body, examining my underwear and my curves. "Jesus, you're hot," he breathes, reaching a hand out and running it along my collarbone.

Then he takes a deep, shuddering breath and steps away. "When you come out of trance, you will be unable to leave the room or call for help without my permission. Understand, ****?"

"Yes." My reply is instant.

"Good. Wake."

SNAP

I unfreeze. Adrenaline rushes through my veins, along with ... something else. I look at Jack. "You do like me, don't you?"

"I ..." he stammers, then hangs his head and says dryly. "What gave it away?"

I raise an eyebrow and gesture at my outfit. I don't mention the noticeable bulge in his pants, though.

"Yeah, that is a giveaway, huh">Jack sits down on the edge of the bed and puts his head in his hands.

I put my hands on my hips. "Real smooth. You made me show you my tits, then you made me come to your room at midnight wearing only underwear, after putting makeup on. That's certainly one way to get the girl you like to notice you."

He gives me a pleading look. "I didn't make you do it, though. Like I said, hypnosis -"

"Can't make me do anything I don't want to do. Whatever. You still told me what to do." I fold my arms and give him a pointed look. "This is on you."

His eyes flash dangerously. "So, what, you have no part in this? You're obeying for a reason."

"I'm not saying that -" I try to say, but he steamrolls over me.

"I think, deep down, this turns you on. I bet you get so wet at the idea that with a snap of my fingers, I can have you on your knees, sucking me off." He stands up again, a smirk on his lips. "I think deep down, you're just a slut."

Before another word can leave his mouth, my hand collides with his cheek. He recoils from the slap. My hand stings, so God knows how he feels. Worth it.

Clutching his face, he looks up at me again, anger and power in his eyes. I already know what comes next.

"I'm sorry -" I try to say. But it's no use.

He gets ready to snap his fingers, grinning madly. "Blank."

SNAP

My mouth freezes, hanging open. I lower my hands to my sides, staring blankly straight ahead. All my anger and all my fear are washed away, along with everything else in my brain. Nothing remains.

"Tell you what? I'm gonna prove it," Jack growls. "Take off your clothes."

SNAP

With mechanical precision, I reach behind my back and unhook my bra. It tumbles to the floor, leaving my breasts bare. Then I pull my panties down my legs and step out of them. In less than five seconds, I'm completely naked. Not that I mind. Sure, some part of me probably does. But right now, I don't.

Jack's eyes dart to my crotch, transfixed by the sight of my neatly trimmed pubic hair. He gulps nervously, but forces himself onwards. "Show me how wet you are."

SNAP

Spreading my legs slightly, I place my middle finger at my entrance and push it in. It slides in easily, sending pleasure rippling through my body. Then I pull it out, glistening with my juices, and show it to him.

He smiles triumphantly. "Told you so. Slut."