Chapter 2

Just before lunch on a Wednesday, she looked up and saw a young man approach her counter. He looked familiar, but she couldn’t place him. A previous customer perhaps? It bothered her, because she’d always had a very good memory for faces.

Before she could fish the memory out, he was standing in front of her. She smiled, as she always did to customers. It was one of the things they’d commented on, when they complimented her to her bosses, how beautifully she smiled, like they were the only people in the whole store.

“Hello, Brenda. That’s what I remember most about you, that beautiful smile. It always made me feel good.” She still couldn’t bring up the name, so she continued to smile and hoped he’d give her a hint.

“Brenda, I wonder if you could help me find bathroom tiles in the pattern ‘Purple Field Mice’?”

Her arms went limp, all the tension went out of her body, and her eyes stared straight ahead.

The stranger continued to smile, as if explaining what he was looking for, should someone look their way. He was speaking, but she heard nothing. It would look entirely normal if someone glanced at them.

“I think we should go to one of the sample bathrooms. You choose which one. Shall we drive? Do you ever do golf cart drag races after hours? I bet that’d be fun. Lead the way, Brenda.”

She turned and walked through the door located a little ways away from her counter. He followed, not too close, because that would be rude. She slid into the nearest golf cart and waited for him to seat himself next to her.

She drove carefully at a jogging pace. Halfway down the floor, she slowed.

“Is that it? Pull over behind the far wall so we’re out of the way. That’s good.”

She flipped the switch to turn off the electric motor. He stepped out. “Come, Brenda, show me the samples. They’re inside, aren’t they?”

She walked to the door in front and opened it, standing to one side to allow him to enter. “Thank you, Brenda. Close the door, please. And lock it.”

She stood at the locked door, arms still limp. “I’ve gotta say, Brenda, you’re a knockout. I was so angry when you broke up with me that I almost did something stupid, ‘cause I wanted to take out my frustration on someone, something, I don’t know. You always said you liked making me happy, but you made me miserable.

“Oh. Of course. You don’t remember me. I’d be insulted except that it was me who planted the suggestion that you wouldn’t recognize me, wouldn’t remember my name, wouldn’t even recall that we’d gone out for awhile. Post-hypnotic, they call it. So you think you might have seen me somewhere, but you can’t recall just where, maybe at the coffee shop or the grocery store. It bothers you, but when I leave, I’ll drift out of your memory until the next time I show up.

“Here’s the thing, Brenda. I’m still angry that you claim to want to make people happy, but you made me miserable. I’ve looked into this -- did we ever discuss that hypnosis was a hobby of mine? I can’t remember -- and it turns out that you can’t really make people do things against their will. You’ve got to formulate the suggestion as something that they might normally do because they’re comfortable with it.

“Whatever problems there are with our chemistry that made you break it off with me, I probably couldn’t hypnotize you into it. The same problems would arise eventually. So, you and me? Don’t think it’s gonna happen, which makes me really sad and a little angry.

“So I’ve got to work through this until I push this anger out of me. Maybe I’ll be able to move on then. You told me once that it made you feel wonderful when you made people happy. And to show you that there are no hard feelings -- well, not many, anyway -- I’m going to give you the opportunity to make people really happy. You’ll find that it’s quite fulfilling, that it makes you a little joyful.

“I remember the first time you gave me a blowjob, Brenda. It was amazing, and the best part was you looking up at me as you were doing it, trying to figure out how you could make it better for me. It was extraordinary, and when I came I nearly fell down from the pleasure of it.

“I don’t want to be selfish. You are so good at that, that more people should experience it. I’m willing to share you, because I know how much you like making people happy. So when someone approaches you at the counter and asks to see back-splash tiles in the pattern ‘brown barnwood’, you’ll lead them to the golf cart, drive them to one of the showrooms back here, lock the door and suck them off till they cum in your mouth. It will make you very happy to do it.

“You will drive them back to the counter afterwards and apologize that you didn’t have it in stock and say you’ll call them when it comes in. What are you going to be listening for, Brenda?”

“Brown barnwood.”

“And you’ll do what?”

“Drive them to a showroom, lock the door, and give them a blowjob.”

“That’s excellent, Brenda. And it’ll be easy, because you’re really good at it. As a matter of fact, let’s do a test run while we’re here. Brenda, can you show me some tiles in the pattern ‘brown barnwood’?”

She fell to her knees and moved closer, then undid his belt and zipper and let his pants slide to the floor. Brenda grabbed his shorts by the hem and pulled them down. His dick popped out, not very large, but definitely ready for action. She stroked the base of it with her hand and placed her lips over the tip, bobbing up and down. She looked up at him as it slid in and out.

“Ah, fuck, yes, Brenda, that’s fabulous. A little deeper, please.”

Two minutes in, he put his hands on her head and pushed her down further onto his dick. “Add your tongue, baby, lemme feel it.”

That was really all he needed to push him over the top, that and her eyes looking up at him, looking for the feedback from his face.

“Oh, damn, here it comes, baby, swallow it all, don’t let a drop escape ... FUCK, yes!”

She sucked him dry, still bobbing, till he put his hands on her head to slow her down.

“God damn, Brenda, fucking amazing. How do you feel?”

She pulled the tip out of her mouth and gave it a final lick, which made him gasp. “I feel good,” she said, “happy.”

“And that makes me happy,” he said, as he pulled up his pants and redid the belt.

“Stand up, Brenda. We’re going to go back to the counter now, and you’ll remember to apologize to me for not having the pattern in stock. When I leave, you’ll forget who I was and what you did. When the next person comes in to ask for back-splash tiles in ‘brown barnwood’, you’ll drive them to a showroom, lock the door and suck them off till they cum in your mouth. Do you remember?”