MICHAEL GARRETT

The cold air of the autumn night covered the skin of Eric Gentry with goosebumps as soon as he got out from under the thick blanket: itch to go to the toilet. The corridor of a small cottage on the river bank at this hour was warmed only by coal smoldering in the living room fireplace, so Eric's legs were numb after the first steps on the icy floor.

In the corridor, he was stopped by heavy breathing, heard from the second bedroom.

In addition to breathing, the steady buzz of a heater fan drowned out from behind the door ajar by several inches. Moonlight, breaking through the foggy window, allowed to enjoy the love games of his guests, Jake Edwards and Wendy Stevens.

Eric hurried to his bedroom for his glasses, quickly returned. Jake's head stuck between Wendy's legs, his nose literally disappeared into a thick triangle of pubic hair. His palms rested on the mattress on either side of Wendy, his veins on his muscular arms were swollen from the blood. Wendy's golden hair was spreading across the pillow. She closed her eyes, her chest, aimed at the ceiling, swaying steadily in time with the movements of her thighs. Nipples hardened, face twisted in ecstasy. Erik immediately got it. He swallowed, stepped toward the door to see better. Jake added speed. Now he leaned on the bed with only one hand, and with his fingers the second began to caress the "pussy". Wendy's body arched.

Eric just could not take his eyes off this spectacle. Wendy moaned softly, her breathing quickened. Then, to the extent that pleasure was approaching the peak, Wendy's head began to throw from side to side, now breathing with a whistle burst through her clenched teeth. And finally, she clutched Jake's curly hair with both hands, pressing his face into her “hole”. Wendy stiffened, her hands hardened, she took a deep breath and, relaxing, fell on the crumpled sheets.

Eric wiped sweat from his brow. For more than two years, he has been sharpening a tooth on Jake's girlfriend, and almost from the first meeting his desire to possess Wendy has become an obsession. He couldn't get Wendy out of his head. At football matches I saw her in a support group. Any pretty waitress in a restaurant at first seemed to be Wendy. Now he was jealous of her, Jake, his best friend. In order to sleep with Wendy, he could sacrifice and friendship. But unfortunately, Wendy was crazy about Jake. They quarreled more than once, it almost got to the point of breaking, but somehow, Jake and Wendy always found an opportunity to make peace.

Erik leaned against the wooden wall of the corridor, forgetting about the cold, invisible to each other, Jake and Wendy. He and Jake often spent weekends together, of course, with their girls, but the proximity of Jake and Wendy became unbearable.

Especially after what he now saw.

Shaking his head, pinching his mustache, Erik looked into the bedroom again. Now Jake was lying on Wendy, and Erik almost screamed. More than anything, he wanted Wendy to moan under him like that.

And swore that he will achieve his. * * *

In the lounge bar of the Tomim Thirsty Rhino, Eric talked about the weekend to his cousin Ray.

“How nice to see her naked,” he concluded. “But not with Jake,” he finished his beer. “And the worst part is what she liked.” For this shit Wendy is ready for anything.

The air flow from the fan slowly rotating under the ceiling wiggled Erik's long strands of hair on the back of his head, tickled the skin.

- What did you do? - asked Ray. - As I understand it, you were not alone, was it?

“Yes, but there's nothing special about Mandy,” Eric shrugged. - Returned to the bedroom, woke up and fucked. She liked it, but I didn't. Wendy was in front of my eyes, and I knew what she was doing in the next room. ”Eric shook his head. “That son of a bitch, Jake, has no idea how lucky he is.” I will not understand, and what did Wendy find in him?

“Forget her,” Ray offered.- Give Mandy a chance. What don't you like about her?

Eric fidgeted in his chair. Question he chose to ignore the ears. He leaned over to his brother, whispered: “She must be mine, Ray, that’s why I called you. I want to hypnotize Wendy. ”

Ray laughed.

“If everything was so simple, I wouldn't be sitting here with you,” Ray sipped his beer. “Hypnosis won't help you put her to bed, but she can tell why she is attracted to Jake.” At the subconscious level. And you will find out that it really excites her.

“Stop it, Ray, that's not enough.”

Ray looked at his image in a large mirror behind the bar, straightened his hair, turned to Eric.

- Nothing will come of it. You can't make a hypnotized person do something against her will. I will not lie to you.

Eric put the empty mug on the bar, turned in his chair, grinned incredulously, grabbed Ray's arm and pulled him back to the bar when he got off the high chair, ready to leave.

“Hey, be careful with my hand,” Ray said. - I play tennis tomorrow.

Erik pouted, waiting for Ray to sit down again.

“I don’t understand why hypnosis cannot put Wendy in my bed if in your clinic you force people to stop smoking with it,” Eric hissed.

“Because these people want to quit smoking,” said Ray. “And Wendy doesn't want to fuck you.” As I said, against the will of a woman you will not trample.

Erik shook his head stubbornly, reaching for the nearest popcorn saucer.

- Still, I am sure that this is possible, and I want to learn hypnosis.

Ray exhaled loudly, looked around the room, noticed an empty table in a dark corner. He turned to Eric.

“Do you need proof?” - Eric immediately nodded. - Let's go to that table and call the waitress.

A few moments later, they offered Angie, a pretty but very tired waitress to change, to agree to become Ray's test rabbit and get twenty to work.

“Don't worry, I won't arrange a show,” assured Ray Angie. - I just want to prove something to my stubborn brother.

Eric smiled when Ray glanced his way.

With a sigh, Angie pulled up a chair. The evening turned out to be difficult, her face was drawn from exhaustion. But Eric could not take his eyes off the deep cut-out, good, it was to look at that.

“Just fast, boys,” Angie warned. - I'm at work.

Eric smiled, moved closer. Angie's brown eyes glittered in the flicker of a candle standing on a table.

- Are you not afraid of hypnosis? - he asked.

Angie shrugged.

- In my opinion, nothing terrible. But the money will be useful to me.

Eric listened attentively to Ray's monotone monologue. And, to his amazement, he began to succumb to the action of hypnosis, only at the last moment managing to shake things up. Angie froze, eyes closed, hands on her knees. She breathed rarely and evenly.

“Angie, on the count of three, you wake up refreshed and rested,” Ray continued. - And you will hear only my voice. You understand?

Angie nodded, still not opening her eyes.

- You will find yourself at a corner table in the saloon "Thirsty Thirsty Rhino". On the floor will lie twenty. When you bend down to pick her up, it will turn out that the twenty has stuck to the floor. While no one sees, you will try to take it off. You understand?

- ... Yes...

- Well ... one ... two ... three!

Angie slowly opened her eyes, looked around. A moment later, she lowered her head, looked at the floor. Immediately she leaned over and began to tear off the imaginary bill from him.

Eric, however, was not looking at her hands, but at the neckline of her blouse. As she crawled at his feet, he saw pink circles at the nipples. Full of ...