Zatanna’s eyes focused on the spiral projected onto the wall on the other side of the room. Her mind had just been returning after an evening of being used as a pleasure item by the promoter. He’d been in her dressing room after her show, catching her after she’d just left the stage. The magician had not wanted to look at the posters advertising her next show, nor had she wanted to see the television advert he said that he had on the laptop he brought with him.
But she was polite and sat down to watch the ad which had opened with a black and white spiral and some new age music.
“I’m not really a hypnotist, this is more a hypnosis thing,” she had said as the spiral continued to spin in front of her eyes on the laptop’s screen. The ad was dull, just the spiral and the music and she was about to look away and tell the promoter that but she just wanted to watch it another second to see if it changed. Just another second to see if it changed.
Just another second to see if it changed.
Now it was hours later and she was on a strange bed, her ass sore from a vigorous sexual encounter. She saw the promoter across the room on the phone. Zatanna was about to stand as she tried to piece together how she’d gone from her dressing room to a bedroom and a sore rear end. Seeing her awaken the promoter hit a button and the same spiral was no projected across the far wall, large and compelling.
Zatanna’s eyes were drawn to its center. And she watched, just for another second to see if it changed.
Just another second to see if it changed.