“Every time a bubble pops, Jenny’s mind begins to drop. When one bursts against her skin, she has to let the new thoughts in. When bubbles drift before her eyes, Jenny becomes hypnotized.”
These mantras repeated themselves over and over, chanted by the other girls who’d gathered round to watch the latest applicant at the city’s hottest new strip club “audition” for her employers. At first, Jenny thought all this was weird; the bubbles, the crowd of naked strippers who never seemed to go home, the application filled with personal questions that all seemed like different versions of “do you have anyone close enough to be worried if your habits suddenly changed?” But the money was good; honestly, it was great. And so she was willing to look the other way on these warning signs: it was a business where you had to learn to deal with some weird stuff.
It had only taken a few moments to become surreal. The music was pounding and insistent, drilling into her brain unlike anything she’d felt before. The men watching were getting blowjobs from the other girls almost from the moment she’d started gyrating. And those bubbles… whatever was in the fluid… it made Jenny dizzy… weak… yet so horny she’d never danced with more purpose, more of a burning need to arouse anyone watching her.
And then… the chant.
It was true, every word. Jenny’s mind was dropping deep into hypnosis. New thoughts were pushing out everything she knew, everything she believed. Thoughts about moving in with the other girls downstairs. Thoughts about being at her new Masters’ disposal, doing whatever she was told. Thoughts about surrendering all free will to the club.
A few hours later, another girl would come in to audition. There was lots of room downstairs and the owners could handle quite a large harem before they even started to think about which girls to start selling off. Jenny was glad for that, and even gladder that yet another sexy young slave would be joining her and her new sisters. She was so happy to join them in chanting the words that would help seal the girl’s fate.
“Every time a bubble pops, Anna’s mind begins to drop. When one bursts against her skin, she has to let the new thoughts in. When bubbles drift before her eyes, Anna becomes hypnotized.”