July 31st, 2010 | 
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Story of Zarah
ZARAH - A personal fantasy
I. At the Nightclub
I had only recently started dating a woman named Brenda whom I'd met at a party. This was a compact gal, in real good shape physically, chestnut-haired with an acerbic sense of humor I really dug. She's a feisty, feminist-type (with a great physique, by the way), who enjoyed being in charge of things. I myself am fairly easy-going, so I didn't mind being dictated to, at least, if I could count on some good times in bed eventually! She called me one afternoon and said she wanted to visit a certain club that evening. She asked me if I wanted to join her. "There's a weird woman there who does a psychic kind of act," she informed me. "A couple of my friends have been several times, and they really rave about this stuff." The "club" turned out to be well out of town, in a nice suburban shopping strip, with a small, inexpensive marquee reading: "All this month: Marvelous Mentalist Madame Mesmere!" Inside were bar, tables, and a small stage at one end, on which the act was already progressing. "Madame Mesmere" was a small, somewhat sharp-featured exotic face with dark, wide-set eyes and full but controlled mouth, set atop a nice figure only half-hidden by a long silken garment which closed at the neck. There was a complete self-assurance about this woman. It seemed more than just performer's chutzpah. Every gesture, every nuance of her voice lent authority and power to this small figure. She was having her "victims" act like rock stars, take off their shoes without realizing it, and all the other standard stage hypnotic stunts. I was still enthralled, even through the corny routines. I had seen a lot of movies and read a lot about hypnotism, but I'd never actually been in there "in the flesh." I'll explain more about my preoccupation later. After some tacky spoon-bending stuff, the lights were lowered further, and a "volunteer" from the audience, a middle-aged woman with a very respectable figure, was enlisted by the performer to aid in "a mystifying presentation of true telepathy." This woman gave her name, "Lily," in a timid voice, but I figured her to be an assistant planted in the audience. I was wrong. Lily stood with her back to the audience, and "Madame" proceeded to hypnotize her. She spoke softly to the "subject" for a short while, and took both Lily's hands in her own palms. Then her voice and personality suddenly became quite firm and commanding, as she gazed intently at Lily. She rocked slightly sideways, back and forth in front of her and spoke aloud: "Lily, you see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing outside of the two of
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