Door to Door

I opened the door to a neatly dressed stranger with a briefcase. "Can I help you?" I asked skeptically.

"You certainly can!" They flashed me a broad grin that made it abundantly clear that they were selling something. "Have you heard the good word about hypnosis?"

"I'm not interested, have a nice—" I paused midway through shutting the door as their words registered. "Did you say hypnosis?"

"Yes indeed! Here, take a pamphlet." They thrust one at me, and my eyes practically crossed at the black and white spiral that seemed to move of its own accord. "Can I come in?"

Without waiting for an answer, they stepped inside. "I'm so excited to talk to you about hypnosis today. If you'll just take a look in here..."

With a loud click, they opened their briefcase and held it out for me to see. I peered inside.

Rows upon rows of crystals sparkled at me, winking invitingly in the light. "If you'll just look a little closer," said the stranger amiably, "you can really start to see the hypnotic properties..."

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They and I spent a lovely hour together in my kitchen, talking about their wares and... about hypnosis, I guess. I don't remember much of the details. But they were so nice, and so easy to talk to, so pleasant to listen to, that the time just flew by. When they left, I waved them off warmly, a brochure on my table and a brand new pocket-watch in my hand.

I returned to the kitchen, and noticed with mild surprise that my underwear were slung over one of the chairs. "How odd," I mused as I sat down and pulled the brochure towards me.

Let Me Help You With That...

(More goofy hypno-shorts. Thanks to @bunbunlittleone for the inspiration!)

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He was swinging a pocket-watch ineptly in front of her face in the middle of a Cracker Barrel, and I had to do something—for the sake of the other patrons and common decency, but also for the sake of that poor woman, who looked like she was sorry she'd ever agreed to this.

"Excuse me," I said softly, coming up to their table, "it looks like you're, uh, trying to do some hypnosis?"

They both started and looked around guiltily. Though it's not like they were exactly being subtle. Plus, it was clearly a sex thing for at least one of them, judging by the way this dude's cock was standing out against his jeans.

Hypno Hooters

Tumblr rescue, born of some strange Skype conversation. Something about wearing Hypno Scouts badges as pasties. Anyway, I don’t remember the specifics, but this is somehow bunbunlittleone's fault...?

EDIT: Now with glorious gifs! Thank you to the inimitable bunbunlittleone for doing the heckin' sexy cosplay of this story! 😍

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I had just sat down and taken a glance at the menu when I heard a perky voice behind me say, “Welcome to Hypno Hooters.” I turned and looked up.

The waitress in front of me was gorgeous. Strawberry blonde hair in two buns at either side of head, already tall and leggy before you factored in her 4-inch stilettos, and she had amazing tits. I mean, everyone here did, but hers... Oh man. They were on the perky side, a little more than a handful each, and strained against her regulation spiral-patterned top. A sparkly name-tag somewhere on there declared her to be “Bunbun”, but let’s be honest, I wasn’t looking at her nametag.