Cravings
In July a smoking ban was introduced in workplaces, bars and clubs in the city leading a number of white-collared workers to kick the habit. Alex and Grace Clarke have found this particularly hard given that they’ve smoked since they were teenagers. After many failed attempts, Grace is finally off cigarettes after participating in an intense and costly hypnotherapy session. She’s coaxed her husband Alex into trying it though he’s thoroughly against the idea.
Grace has accompanied her husband to the Hapsburg Clinic for moral support and the pair are waiting to be called in.
The clinic has been running for many years and has an excellent rate of success stories. Given the recent smoking ban, they’ve been unusually busy.
Alex’s appointment was squeezed in because of Grace’s persistence, but it’s meant they’ve had to wait for a while to be seen.
Alex isn’t used to being kept waiting as he’s a big-shot lawyer. People wait for Alex Clarke. Not the other way around.
He sizes up the receptionist. Some dim-witted little clone fresh out of university.
She carries on blithely ignoring them. Doesn’t she know they’ve been here over ten minutes now?
He tries to determine how big her tits are and suddenly he’s imagining doing all kind of nasty things to her right there on the desk.
It’s difficult to see her chest with that big blazer on her. He thinks about sliding it off her and then taking a handful of her breasts, soft under her silky blouse.
He reckons he could make her scream like a cat getting it’s claws pulled out if only he could get her alone one evening when his wife is away.
Alex tries to get a view of her body behind the desk and feels a half-hard erection stirring in his trousers.
He comes back to reality seeing his prim wife sitting across from him.
He throws down his magazine and it slaps loudly on the table.
She might be happy to waste an entire day for some lazy crack-pot of a doctor to call them in, but he isn’t.
“I can’t believe I’m giving up an afternoon for this!” he complains.
Grace sighs. Her husband always gets impatient when anything takes longer than a few minutes.
“It's not going to take too long,” she assures him.
He grinds his teeth and looks away petulantly.
“I've got to prepare the Miller case... Do you know how much that man is worth?”
He stares at her like she’s stupid, but Grace does her best to mollify him. “Don't worry darling…”
“It doesn't take that long.”
He looks at her with disgust. She has no idea how much pressure a man like him is under. He’s got meetings, emails to return, reports to draft… and here he is wasting his time on some phony doctor whose treatment probably only works on weak-minded women.
He coldly yanks his hand away from her.
Grace knows that he finds it difficult being in unfamiliar environments and being in situations where he’s not in control. But she really cares for him deeply and wants him to be healthy by quitting smoking like she did.
Alex resents how Grace is trying to push him into things. He stares at her with disgust.
As an act of defiance he pulls out his cigarettes.
“I'm getting a discount for this, right?” he says to the receptionist.
“Excuse me?”
“My wife quit smoking after she was hypnotised and now I'm here," he says plainly.
"We get a discount, no?"
“Oh, it doesn't really work like that,” she explains politely.
“It bloody should. I want a discount,” he insists.
The receptionist smiles tolerantly at him. Men are always more difficult when coming to the clinic.
Alex takes command of the room. He’s not going to sit idly by while a charlatan takes advantage of him.
“And when it doesn't work, I want my money back.”
“We do offer a money back guarantee, sir...”
“Good,” he says annoyed by the way she’s turned away from him so quickly.
“Because I've a very strong personality…”
“so I know it won’t work,” he asserts arrogantly.
He’s going to miss this, savouring the rich taste of a cigarette after he’s finished a job and after sex.
Damn, he can’t imagine not lighting up after screwing a girl long and hard.
“I'm afraid you can't smoke in here,” she says firmly.
“This is a PRIVATE clinic isn't it?”
Alex thinks if it’s a private venue then you should be able to do whatever the hell you want.
“Yes,” she says slowly, uncertain how to put it to him more firmly.
Alex stares her down, inhaling deeply.
He’s not going to let some little flunky boss him around when she’s the one who is keeping him waiting for so long, just to meet with some lousy quack doctor.
“I'm serious sir,” she pleads.
“This is a no-smoking building... and with the ban –“
He leans towards her staring right into her frightened stupid eyes.
Alex blows a thick cloud of smoke directly at her face.
The receptionist doesn’t turn away or look down. If she wasn’t at her job she’d kick him square in the nuts.
She goes back to her computer and chooses to ignore him.
Grace finds it very embarrassing when Alex begins acting like this, but she has no idea how to control him.
She looks down hoping that when Alex is finally able to stop smoking he may become more considerate. He can really be very charming in certain circumstances, but trying to quit this habit has made him so uptight and rude.
At a time when he's supposed to be working the Miller case - the biggest of his life - Alex Clark finds himself wasting valueable seconds of his time stuck in a hypnotherapist's reception. Why should he have to give up his smokes? He sits becoming ever more frustrated at being made to wait. He just wants to get this shit over with.
Alex sits glaring at the receptionist, continuing to breathe his noxious cigarette fumes in her general direction. A pretty young thing like her should know her place. And he knows just the place…
The doors swings open and in walks the brilliant doctor upon who the clinic’s success is built.
Alex glares at yet another tiresome female presence. He really shouldn’t be here, he’s got far better and more important things to do.
Grace smiles, her mood lifted at seeing the doctor who was so successful in helping her to kick her filthy habit
“Mrs Clarke, good to see you again,” The doctor doesn’t bother asking if her former patient has kept off the cigarettes, she knows that Grace is a model patient and will have kicked smoking once and for all.
“Hello Mrs Hapsburg, still ciggy free,” Grace beams.
“Mr Clarke?,” the therapist enquires. Alex nods and reluctantly offers his hand. Why should he waste manners on a charlatan that’s already fleeced his wife out of a big wad of cash.
“You can come in now,” she beckons. She finds his arrogance and his insistence on smoking amusing. She’s dealt with overgrown schoolboys like him a hundred times. This is bread and butter to her.
Alex leans forward and stubs out his fag in the bowl of mints on the receptionist’s desk.
Alex gets off on these little power games. Letting the little man – or in this case – the little woman know their place. She, on the other hand couldn't give a toss. A couple of seconds and this prat will be out of her reception.
Alex drags his heels making sure that Mrs Hapsberg has to wait up and hold the door open for him. The receptionist stares aghast, unable to comprehend how Mrs Clarke ended up with a tosser like this.
“Sorry,” mouths Mrs Clarke, embarrassed by her husband's pitiful behaviour.
Brigitta, the receptionist smiles sympathetically in response.
“Through here,“ says the doctor.
Alex takes a good look around the doctor's room, trying to work out what part of all the fixtures and fittings his gullible wife has all ready paid for. He’s not impressed by the certificates and accreditation on display. It’s all bollocks as far as he’s concerned.
“If you take a seat on the couch Mr Clarke... Mrs Clarke there’s a seat for you here.” She gestures.
“It’s nice to see you back here Mrs Clarke, and you’ve managed to convince your husband to quit smoking”
“She didn’t convince me of anything,” he interrupts.
“I’m here proving to her that I’m not weak-minded and susceptible to all this”
“I see. Well you’re paying for the hour; so we might as well get on with it, yes?”
“And when it doesn’t work…”
“If it doesn’t work, you’ll receive your money back in full.
“Good, let’s get on with it!” He sits back waiting for something – anything – to happen.
“Now I should explain that hypnotism can’t make you do anything your conscious mind doesn’t want you to do.”
“Alright, alright,” he says impatiently, “I haven’t got all day.” He’s pretty much had it with this bloody quack and his mouse of a wife all ready this morning. “So, when do we start?”
“Close your eyes,” urges the hypnotist. Reluctantly he does so. He knows that this mumbo-jumbo hypnosis nonsense could never work on a mind like his anyway. Let her do her worst.
“Now let the sounds of this space melt away. Ignore all sounds…”
“all you hear is the ticking of the clock and my voice...”
Alex fidgets in the seat in an attempt to resist going under but something in the tone of her voice seems to be subduing this most reluctant of patients.
“Relax every part of your body. Feel the stress flow out of your body. You’re free of anxiety and doubt, and there’s nothing but calmness and warmth.”
Grace is amazed at the speed at which her husband has fallen into a trance.
Dr Hapsburg smiles reassuringly at Mrs Clarke. She knows from past experience that arrogant guys like Alex despite all their bluster are the easiest to put under.
“Now with your eyes closed, I want you to imagine you are at home. Now look around and tell me what you see.”
“The TV, my TIVO, the window, the couch...”
“You are in the living room? Are you sitting? Standing?
“Sitting. In my favourite chair.”
“Good. Nobody else is around. You’re free to act as you would when you’re alone.”
Alex opens his eyes and looks around the room.
Grace is fascinated. She’s never seen anyone under hypnosis before.
She waves a hand in front of his face. He continues to scope the room oblivious to her presence.
He reaches down and through the fabric of his trousers starts massaging his cock.
The ladies watch on as his penis visibly stiffens as he tugs away at it.
Alex unfastens his trousers and slides his hand down to his cock.
Grace is shocked. She can’t believe that he’s playing with himself like this so publicly. There was a time when they'd do this sort of thing for each other but nowadays it's all wham, bang with not so much as thank-you ma'am.
Alex groans as his jerking becomes more and more enthusiastic.
The women sit enthralled and in silence watching this so-called powerful man being exposed as being nothing more than a deviant little wanker.
Alex mutters under his breath but nothing the women can make sense of. Grace thinks she heard a woman’s name but can’t be sure.
“So close…” Alex mumbles, “I’m… I’m almost ”
“Ok, Stop just there!”
Instantly Alex stops wanking and places his hands by his sides. Dr Hapsburg is certain she has the measure of this man now and knows exactly what needs to be done to take his treatment further.
Having just witnessed her husband fondling his cock in public, an appalled Grace is now curious as to what's going through his mind. They've been married for seven years and she's never seen him act this way before. Is this the real him? What's happening in his perverse sexual imagination? Only one way to find out.
“Can he hear me?”
“Yes.”
“Alex, how often do you do ... that?”
“Three or four times a day…”
“... when the wife’s out.”
Grace is shocked, she knows her husband has these urges but had no idea that he needed to do that quite so often.
“I … what do you think about when you … masturbate?”
Alex chuckles to himself and adopts a big dopey grin as he thinks through a selection of his fantasies. “Lots of things. Depends on my mood,” he tells them.
“Laurie, my wife’s sister. She’s got an amazing body … her face isn’t all that.”
Grace looks on stunned by this revelation.
“My co-worker Tracy who has amazing tits.” He smiles at the thought of her; undressing her in his mind. “That’s why I hired her,” he adds, laughing to himself.
“My mate Dave has a cracking missus – I wank over her sometimes.”
Dr Hapsburg looks, with compassion and understanding, at Grace.
“Sometimes,” his bragging becoming more and more boisterous, “… sometimes I get hookers in to screw while the wife is out!”
“It’s all good.”
Grace is not just sickened by what he's revealed, she's furious. The doctor senses this and knows just what to do and say.
“Mrs Clarke, I’ve seen this before… it happens all too often … I can deal with him.”
“Yes, I’d like you to do what you can,” says Grace without hesitation.
“My pleasure.”
“Now, when I count to three you will open your eyes and be wide awake…”
“… but still obey every word that Grace and I say to you.”
“One…. Two...”
“…Three.”
Alex opens his eyes, not quite sure where he is.
He looks up and sees the Doctor and it all comes flooding back to him how he's wasting his time at this shitty little clinic when he could be back at the office ‘accidentally’ rubbing up against Tracy at the photocopier.
He checks his watch and resigns himself to get this over with as quickly as possible so he can race back the office where he can get down to business - one way or another.
“Look, I haven’t got all day; when do we start?”
“Actually Mr Clarke we’ve finished the first phase. For the second phase…”
She pauses and changes tack. “… Do you know something. You’re my one thousandth customer.”
“Yeah right,” he says oozing sarcasm, “do I win a prize?”
“You do!”
Slightly confused Alex watches this powerful woman rise from her seat and takes the opportunity to gawk at her shapely form. "A real woman, almost Amazonian," he thinks, "not like my drippy little housewife."
He thinks what he’d like to do to her and fancies that if his wife wasn’t in the room they’d probably be at it by now. She’s well stacked; just how he likes them.
Her voice drags him back from his impossible fantasy. ”Let me present you with your prize.”
She opens a cupboard built into the wall then reaches inside. “Let me present you with a new suit.”
“How do you feel about Armani?”
“It’s magnificent, “ he exclaims, feeling the quality of the material.
“What size is it?” he chirps excitedly.
“Can I try it on?” he asks. “Of course. Go behind the screen to change. There’s a shirt and underwear as well.”
“Oh yeah,” says Alex noticing the screen for the first time.
Not quite believing his luck Alex continues to finger the material. “One thousandth customer ... how fucking lucky is that?” he congratulates himself.
Grace looks on curiously at this sudden change of events.
“No peeking now girls!”
Alex hurriedly takes off his usual office attire desperate to get into the Armani suit as soon as possible.
“I’ve a mirror here if you’d like to see how you look,” suggests the doctor.
Grace and the doctor exchange glances while Alex is busy swapping one suit for another.
“Ladies,” he cries out with the excitement of someone who’s just found the last golden ticket. “Wait until you get a load of this!”
He races to the mirror and catches a glance at himself wearing the magnificent garment and is blown away.
He turns this way and that, checking out every facet of the outfit. He now looks and feels like a million dollars. If he wears this during the Miller trial he'll have the jury eating out of his hand.
“What a lovely suit you have.”
“It looks good on me doesn’t it?”
He can’t believe his incredible turn of fortune. This suit is fucking class.
He’s looking shit hot and he knows it.
Alex turns to his wife, “Well?”
She smiles sheepishly, “Yes,” she concedes, “you look great.”
Great is an understatement! It’s such a good fit!”
Alex is entranced by his new suit, he’s never worn anything quite like it.
Grace, barely able to contain her laughter, replies. “It certainly is.”
The doctor smiles, phase two is going well.
“Have you ever seen anything like this? It’s amazing”
“Quality!” he exclaims, turning to let the women really admire the quality and cut of the clothes.
In Alex's line of work he's only too aware that image and appearance go a long way towards how people perceive you. In his mind appearance is everything. And while he’s long thought about revamping his wardrobe with some new threads his many vices have left a huge black hole in his finances. The way he sees it is a question of priorities. Do you spend your cash on something to wear, something to smoke or something to shag? Thanks to his amazing good fortune he has the suit he’s always desired and he just wants to show it off to impress to everyone how powerful and successful he truly is.
Alex is bounding around the room extolling the virtues of his new suit. “It’s perfect … just perfect, this has got to be seen to be believed..” The doctor strains to keep a straight face.
While Alex rambles on the Doctor watches on most pleased with her handiwork. Hypnotism is a vastly under-rated tool and when applied to the right mind almost anything can be achieved.
Alex meanwhile is oblivious, babbling on to his wife about how his luck has changed.
“Mr Clarke, your tie is slightly wonky, maybe you should start it from scratch. Perhaps a Windsor knot might be most appropriate with your fine suit.”
Without hesitation Alex loosens the tie and begins to re-tie it.
“How’s that darling - is that straight?”
Grace is not sure what she’s more shocked about – that her husband is standing naked in front of her doing up a non-existent tie, or that he actually asked her opinion and called her 'darling'.
Alex is wildy excited about the prospect of showing off his new suit and thinks back to the hot looking receptionist he met on the way in; completely forgetting the childish manner in which he behaved when he met her. Right now all that matters is presenting his suit to anyone who'll listen.
He half turns to the doctor, unable to take his eyes off his reflection in the mirror. ”Let’s see what your receptionist thinks…”
Before Grace has a chance to register what he said to her, he's on his heels and heading for the door. "Don't ...” she begins.
"No!"
Grace is concerned. She’s told friends and family how amazing this clinic is and recommended it to half a dozen of her clients. What if one of them is in the waiting room and Alex should bound in with his tackle flying about? She leaps from her chair and races after him.
Alex blasts into the reception. “What do you think then?”
Brigitte the receptionist recognises his voice from earlier and decides its probably not worth her while acknowledging him and instead continues with the thankless task of filing patient notes.
In the corner of her eye she catches a glimpse of naked flesh and immediately looks up. “What the ..!”
“So, do you like my new suit?”
“Erm … it’s great,” she improvises, “where did you get it?”
Alex beams with pride. “I’m the one thousandth customer, I won the prize!”
“... and it’s not just great, it’s fantastic!”
“See, you can’t stop yourself staring at it!”
“Do you want to feel the fabric? It’s Italian.” Brigitte desperately tries to keep a straight face while behind her Grace and the doctor can’t help but burst out laughing at the sad case of a man before them.
She watches him with intense curiosity, she’s seen hypnosis in action before but she’s never seen anyone so completely taken in by the power of suggestion. Strong minded my ass.
“Yes, it’s … beautiful.”
Alex twirls around like a cat walk model showing off his beautiful suit. He's so pleased she likes it.
“Beautiful is an understatement, this suit is absolutely fabulous…”
“Look at the flawless design, the cut, the fit...” he preaches, sending the doctor and his wife into fits of giggles.
“… It’s magnificent!”
Brigitte plays along with his delusion pointing out the exquisite detailing on the inner lining of the jacket.
Alex can’t believe he’d never noticed before and is now even more enamoured with his outfit.
“Mr Clarke, we’d better get back to the therapy room, you are paying by the hour and time is moving on.”
Alex is beyond caring about the cost of the session and would happily spend the rest of the day discussing the merits of Italian tailoring. But as the doctor said, he is 'paying by the hour and time is moving on'.
Alex takes a moment to compose himself and refasten his suit and considers just how damn fine he must be looking.
Brigitte finds it hysterical how this guy who only minutes before had tried – and succeeded – to annoy her is now fabulously naked and completely under her bosses' spell.
“Brigitte, you should come along too. You’ll find the next stage of the process a real eye opener.”
Brigitte smiles wildly knowing exactly what the doctor has in store for the unsuspecting patient.
The ensemble make their way back to the treatment room with Alex still raving on. “Have I told you how much I like my new suit?” He chants.
With Alex proving to be such a remarkable subject for hypnotism the doctor pursues the next phase of treatment. To beat the cigarettes, to beat nicotine, to beat the cravings it's important for Alex to know exactly what he's up against. Know thy enemy. Cravings beware. There's no hiding place.
Alex bursts back into the doctor’s treatment room delighted that everyone seems to be in agreement about his new outfit.
He rushes to the mirror to get another look. He likes what he sees.
His wife, the doctor and the receptionist follow in behind him.
“Another adulterer?” enquires Brigitte.
The doctor nods in confirmation. They watch on in silence as the fool in front of them does his damnedest to smarten up his appearance. It’s been a while since the doctor hypnotised anyone this impressionable and she is certain that he’ll go along with the next phase of his treatment without any fuss.
“Are we going to use the ….” “Yes,” interjects the doctor.
Brigitte reaches into the draw and excitedly grabs precisely what will be required for the next phase of the treatment.
“Thank you Brigitte.”
“. . . just what the doctor ordered.”
Alex stands in the middle of the room feeling the gaze of the women upon him. He knows they are impressed and so is he - his eyes firmly glued on his reflection.
“Mr Clarke ...” calls the doctor. Alex is miles away, lost in admiration.
“Mr Clarke. Please return to the couch. Now.” She impresses.
Alex skips back to his position on the couch. The women exchange knowing glances.
The doctor strides to her seat commandingly.
Alex unruffles and smooths his suit ensuring that there are no visible creases
“Now for the second phase to stop you smoking." says the doctor softly. “Please relax back on the couch. Close your eyes,”
“You are feeling relaxed. You will answer honestly.”
“Now Alex, what really prevents you from stopping smoking?”
“The cravings...”
“Everytime I stop smoking it lasts a few hours and then the cravings start ..." He pauses to contemplate the nature of his cravings. “... after I’ve eaten, when I’m stressed ...”
He concludes, “After I’ve had sex or a wank.”
She begins talking softly at first but slowly and deliberately allows her voice to become louder and stronger, ensuring that each word is taken onboard by her patient.
“Imagine those cravings. All of them. Imagine them solidifying. All those awful cravings massing together.”
Alex lets an image of his cravings swarm and solidify in his mind. Concentrating to ensure none escape. He waits with bated breath for her voice to tell him what to do with them.
“The mass is hardening and forming into a pyramid. A black … shiny .. hard …point.” She pauses, allowing the image to apparate in his subconscious.
“Every single craving is a part of this black spike. If you could destroy it, get rid of it, ALL of your cravings would disappear. You would never want or desire a cigarette ever again.” “Yes. Yes, I understand.”
“Open your eyes”
Alex stares at the thing in front of him. This is his cravings. This is the object plucked from his imagination made real.
He snatches it from her hands. He now holds the most heinous of objects ever imagined.
“What is it Alex?”
“All my cravings. All the fucking cravings I get.”
“Destroy it!”
Alex looks sharply about him. Left and then right.
He seems desperate to find something.
“What are you doing?” asks the doctor knowingly.
“I’ve got to get rid of it.”
“I've got to put it somewhere where it can never be found again.”
“It’s the lowest thing in the world isn’t it? You hate it?”
“Yes!” he says in total agreement with the doctor.
“Well then,” the doctor says, “shove it up your arse!”
Grace looks on perplexed; what has her husband become?
"It’s the only way to rid yourself of them. Tell those bloody cravings that you don’t need cigarettes any more."
“Yes,” he says taking on what the doctor suggests.
“Oh yes!”
Alex Clarke is a man on a mission. Determined to rid himself of the cravings once and for all. Under the strict instruction of Dr Hapsburg he knows exactly what he needs to do. The women watch with baited breath to see how far his need to defeat his cravings is going to take him.
Alex leaps excitedly from the couch much to the surprise of the women.
He launches himself up between his wife and the doctor gripping his ‘cravings’ like his life depended on it.
He angles the spike behind him ready to destroy it once and for all.
Grace is gob-smacked by her husband’s actions. She's never particularly looked at her husband's arse before and here it is displayed in the open! Grace glances at the doctor who gives her a conspiratorial nod.
The doctor and the receptionist watch as Alex prepares to dispatch his cravings. The doctor is thrilled at the power she has over him to make him do such a shameful thing to himself.
Alex pushes the plug in gently, almost expertly.
Grace wonders if he’s done this sort of thing before, then pushes the thought away taking in the spectacle.
The doctor smiles watching her patient do as he’s been instructed. Such a rewarding job, especially when you get to witness the results at first hand like this.
Alex pushes the butt plug as far as it can go.
“Ladies, my cravings are no more,” he announces to shrieks of laughter from Brigitte and suppressed giggles from the doctor.
The doctor leans forward, supposedly to check that the cravings have been despatched. ”Very good Alex.”
Even she is stunned by Alex’s succeptability under hypnosis. A remarkable patient.
Alex perches proudly, delighted with himself for taking control of his cravings and showing them who’s boss. Brigitte leans in for a better look. She can’t believe that this is the same man who only earlier blew smoke in her face. What a transformation.
“Alex,” asks the doctor, “all of your cravings are gone aren’t they?”
“Yes,” declares Alex taking a seat between his wife and the doctor.
“They are completely out of your sight. They will never trouble you again.”
“Yes,” he confirms.
“In that case you won’t crave a cigarette after you’ve had a wank.”
Alex thinks about this and shakes his head answering no to the doctor. ”Prove it,” replies the doctor. “Prove that the cravings are gone…”
“Wank. Right here and now. Wank.”
Grace is dizzy with excitement seeing her husband totally naked and on public display. She waits breathlessly to see if he'll actually comply and wank right here! She silently wills him to follow the doctor's orders.
Alex’s hand drops to his lap and he begins teasing his cock.
“That’s it Alex, you feel yourself getting hard,” urges the doctor.
“Brigitte, could you be a dear and fetch the ashtray for me.”
Brigitte nods and walks behind the doctor to the table.
“Thank you Brigitte.”
Alex continues pumping his cock. He breathes in becoming deeply intoxicated by the perfume of the women surrounding him.
The doctor recognising that her patient is on the brink swings the bowl in to catch his emission.
The women are mesmerised by how his big pink fleshy balls are bouncing wildly in his excitement.
Alex lets out a huge gasp as the first strands of spunk rain out from his cock.
The doctor is overjoyed with the way Alex is responding to her treatment. In her sexual excitement she has already worked out what to do with him next.
Alex continues milking his penis, determined to wring every last drop out...
The women's hearts are beating quickly and they are flushed with excitement.
“Tell me Alex. How do you feel?”
“Great. Satisfied.”
“Is there anything you want right now?”
“A cigarette?” he suggests uncertainly. “You don’t want a cigarette,” states the doctor. ”I don’t want a cigarette,” responds Alex.
“In fact I have a special potion here that will satisfy your need for a cigarette. Better still the more you drink it the less you want a cigarette.”
Grace is thrilled by the suggestion thinking 'Go on and lick it up, you perverted bastard.'
Alex tucks in immediately, licking his own spunk up as if it were his last meal on earth.
Grace is startled and amazed to see her husband gulping down his own semen. She softens as she recalls the early days of their romance when it was something she used to do on a regular basis.
Alex laps it up savouring every mouthful.
The women thrill at seeing this once arrogant man reduced to drinking his own cum.
Under the influence of eminent hypnotherapist Dr Hapsburg, Alex Clarke has put his cravings behind him and is feeling pretty damn pleased with himself. He's bubbling with enthusiasm and can't believe how effective the therapy has been. He can't wait to start spreading the word.
"It's all gone!" exclaims the doctor.
"You bet," says Alex flinging the empty bowl onto the couch.
"Not a drop left," he says proudly.
"Alex ...," enquires the doctor, "Fancy a cigarette?"
“Oh no you don’t,” berates Alex.
“Naughty Naughty!”
“I can honestly say that I have no desire for a cigarette.”
“Grace, Doctor. I would never have believed this. I never want to see a cigarette ever again.”
“You know what?” he says excitedly, “I should do a testimonial for you.”
Grace marvels at the change in attitude of her husband. Before the session he was surly, antagonistic, thoughtless. Frankly he was pretty much a pain in the backside. But now, well, he’s like a new man – much more like the man she first met all those years ago.
“We could film it and I could tell everyone, no - we could show everyone it works.”
“Well?” he asks. The women can barely suppress their laughter. But if he seriously wants to make a testimonial video they're not going to stand in his way.
Brigitte is a dab hand with a camera and is thoroughly enjoying filming this naked lug.
“… The Hapsburg Clinic. Hypnotherapy is the most relaxing and effective way to banish those nicotine cravings for good.”
“Say NO to cigarettes,” he enthuses.
“Say YES to the Hapsburg Clinic.”
“And cut!” says Brigitte.
The women burst into a round of spontaneous applause. Alex sits proudly on the desk feeling very pleased with himself. He nailed the filming in one take, what a natural.
“How was that?” asks Alex.
“I think it’ll certainly get a lot of attention,” smirks the doctor.
“I’ve had a great idea, you should put that on YouTube – and send it around as an e-mail Viral Video Download.”
“Just think of the publicity, think how many millions of people might see it. Think of how many people might be inspired to get rid of their cravings”
“Would you like me to do that doctor?” asks Brigitte, barely able to contain her excitement.
“Alex, Darling,” says Grace, “Do you think you should change back into your normal suit before going back to work?”
“Perhaps you should really, I think it would be for the best.”
“Are you kidding!”
“I want to see their faces when I get back from lunch…”
“looking like THIS!”
Grace stares at her husband. ”Okay, okay, I’ll get changed, perhaps you’re right. I can save the suit for a big occasion, save up the wow factor for then,” he says reluctantly.
Grace and the doctor watch on as Alex changes back into his old suit.
Grace is enjoying this change in her husband; seeing him made subservient has stirred something in her she hasn’t felt in a long time.
“I have to hand it to you Doc. I had no faith in you whatsoever…”
“Charming to the last,” she thinks.
“but I don’t want another cigarette again.”
“Good, I’m glad,” says the doctor.
“Hypnotherapy works very well on the right sort of mind.”
“A weak sort of mind? I’m amazed it worked on me then.”
“Yes, well maybe you’re not as immune to hypnotic persuasion as you first thought.”
“Maybe,” concedes Alex. “Anyway, thank you doctor. I feel I’m free of cigarettes at last.”
“Actually,” he pauses, “Oh ... there is one thing.”
“Something you said in the session.”
“Oh? What would that be?
“You said that hypnotism can’t make you do anything your conscious mind doesn’t want you to do.”
“Yes,” says the doctor, “that’s exactly what I said.”
“Good, good,” says Alex mulling it over.
“Thought so. Anyway, thanks again. Cheerio!”
As the door closes the doctor plays over the conversation they just had in her mind.
Was Alex trying to tell her something?
As the Clarkes leave the surgery Doctor Hapsburg muses over the nature of Alex's hypnotic state. Something in the way he spoke to her has given her cause to think that maybe, just maybe he wasn't entirely under her hypnotic sway.
As the sounds of Alex and Grace’s footsteps fade Doctor Hapsburg ruminates on the nature of Alex’s hypnotic state.
Is there a chance he was faking it?
The doctor thinks back. She was certain as she gave him the suit. He seemed genuinely thrilled and excited.
Alex practically bounds across the room to try the new suit on.
The doctor and Grace sit spellbound as Alex hangs the suit up on the imaginary screen.
“No peeking!”
It’s virtually impossible to trick an experienced hypnotist. There are those tell-tales signs that give you away.
Alex hangs his tie up on an invisible hook.
And off come the shoes.
Alex takes his time unbuttoning his shirt on the imaginary hanger.
Certain he can’t be seen behind the screen Alex whips off his old trousers.
The doctor told Alex he has some new underwear to put on, so off come the old ones.
Grace is amazed at the power of hypnosis. This is a side of her husband she’s never seen before. He is always so careful, so deliberate, yet since being under Doctor Hapsburg’s influence he’s almost carefree.
The doctor nods, assuring Grace that all is well.
Alex slips on the boxer shorts the doctor has provided him with. Such material, such quality.
And what a good fit!
Alex wriggles into the Armani suit trousers.
He takes the jacket from the hanger …
… and pulls it on.
Sorts out his tie.
Tweaks his collar.
Buttons his suit and then it’s almost time to show the world.
“Ooh,” Alex ventures, forgetting momentarily that in his mind he’s hidden from view.
Alex tugs at the sleeves of his new suit oblivious to everything beyond the screen.
Alex pulls the screen aside enthusiastically, seemingly desperate to see his new suit and be seen in it.
Alex rushes over to where the doctor told him there was a mirror.
Grace sits thoroughly amused by her husband’s actions. He admitted to being such a rat under hypnosis and now she’s thrilled to see him being made to look the fool.
“What a lovely suit you have there,” says doctor.
“It looks good on me doesn’t it?
“No,” she thinks with certainty, “he was under. No mistake about it. You don’t change from being that much of a prick into someone likeable just like that!”
The door swings open, catching Doctor Hapsburg miles away with her thoughts. ”Doctor,” Alex calls trying to get her attention.
“Oh, and I almost forgot. Thanks for the suit!”
Alex leaves again with a knowing grin on his face.
“You bugger,” thinks the doctor.
Alex Clarke was so thrilled with the Hapsburg Clinic that he volunteered to make a testimonial video, so that others - like him - would discover the best way to rid themselves of those cravings once and for all.
Alex Clarke was so thrilled with the Hapsburg Clinic that he volunteered to make a testimonial video, so that others - like him - would discover the best way to rid themselves of those cravings once and for all.
