The Coffee Shop Pt. 03

"I think so, Jay," I answered him. It was a good sign. He wasn't yet ready to let me see him nude, but he was considering taking off more of his clothes. Some subjects are slower than others. It was important not to rush these things.

"Thank you, sir," he responded. "I guess I should get cleaned up, and change now, right sir?"

"That would be a good idea," I agreed. "If you want to take a bath or wash up the bathroom is the first door on the right, down the hall." Jay slowly stood up, but before he could leave the kitchen I counted him out. Jay awoke with a start. He looked around the room in confusion, blinking his eyes and shaking his head slightly. Finally he spotted me still sitting on the floor, and he started to relax. He looked down at himself as he stood there with his clothes soaked with cum, and then looked over at me.

"I never imagined you were this powerful," Jay said to me, his voice subdued with awe and wonder. "You...you made me do things, and feel things that I never would have imagined happening to me." He stood there bewildered, with his mouth hanging open.

"Are you awake now, and back to your normal self, Jay?" I asked him after a few more moments of silence.

"Yes, I'm awake, I guess," he answered as he stood there, staring at me. Finally, he seemed to come to some type of decision, and without speaking another word he turned and headed out of the kitchen. I silently followed him, but stopped when I was standing in the kitchen doorway. From that vantage point I could see Jay pick up his dress shirt, dress pants and a pair of clean underwear, and head off to the bathroom. A few minutes more of waiting confirmed my suspicion. He was taking a quick shower. To pass the time, I decided to have another cup of tea, but herbal since I didn't want any caffeine.

I had just finished the tea and put my cup and saucer on the kitchen counter when Jay walked into the kitchen dressed for work. He looked at me and licked his lips nervously before he spoke. "Now....now what happens?" He asked.

"You leave to go home, and I curl up with a good book," I answered. "The evening is over as far as your hypnosis is concerned. Unless you would like to stay and talk for a while."

"You mean that's it?" He asked, not sure he understood what I was saying.

"Yes, that's it." I assured him. "You've had a busy night and I am sure the entire experience has been a bit overwhelming for you. I think you need to take a few days and think about what has happened tonight." I held up my hand as Jay was about to speak, and then continued talking to him. "When you've thought about it some, you might want to contact me if you have any questions or concerns. You might even want to repeat what happened here tonight."

"Hell, yes!" Jay exclaimed excitedly. "I've never cum like that before or experienced anything that powerful and intense! Of course I want to do this again! But how can I contact you? I don't even know your name!"

"Easily solved," I said calmly as I wrote down my name on a piece of paper, folded it and handed it to him. "I'm in the book. Gowned and bagged."

Jay's eyes snapped shut instantly, before he could pocket the paper he held in his right hand. "Yes, sir," he said after a moment or two.

"Jay, for the next three days, you cannot see or read the name on the paper that I just handed to you," I instructed him using only my mental powers and not my voice. "Any time that you look at the paper, for the next three days it will be blank. You will be unable to throw the paper out. You will keep the paper with you in your wallet for the next three days. After that time you will be able to see and read the name on the paper, and know that it is my name on that paper. You will not remember me hypnotizing you just now, nor will you recall these instructions, but you will carry them out nonetheless." I counted him out. I noted with delight that I could see the mental commands taking root in Jay's mind as I implanted them. He would not have any difficulties in carrying them out.

Jay's eyes blinked open and he looked at me, as he slipped the paper into his jacket pocket. "You won't tell me who you are now?" He asked me.

"That is correct. I will not tell you my name right now. You will learn what my name is in due time." I answered. "You're new at hypnosis and you need some time to think. It's best that you go now."

Jay grinned at my slyly and said, "Maybe I won't wait." He took the paper from his pocket and flipped the paper open. "Hey! It's blank! You tricked me!" He cried in surprise and outrage. "In a manner of speaking, yes I did," I agreed with him. "You'll find out about that in due course as well. Now I hate to sound pushy, but you really do need to be leaving."

"I don't understand what you mean, by all this," Jay said sounding puzzled. "Out of gratitude for what you did for me tonight, I'll leave now. I don't like it, though."

I escorted Jay to the front door and wished him well, assuring him that in due time he would come to understand everything. I knew that in three days when he discovered what my name was, he would contact me. I knew that there would be more hypnosis sessions with Jay, and that given enough time, he'd wind up wearing just the dog collar. I could already see, deep within his mind, how he was already accepting such ideas. He had to come to that realization himself. Hence the three day waiting period. The night's event had been somewhat draining on me as well. I wound up curled up with a good book for a couple of hours and then went off to bed. My dreams were very pleasant.

Chapter 9. Returning A Favor.

Friday was finally here and I could not wait to get home. Sure Friday means the start of the weekend, but that's not why I was in a rush to get home. Tonight was going to be very special. Steven Stokes and Jack Jones had finally decided how they were going to pay me back for the help I had given Steven while he was in the hospital. They were going to cook me a very special meal, and wait on me hand and foot . It was a wonderful gesture on their part. My only regret, which I did not have the heart to mention to them, was there wasn't going to be any hypnosis tonight. Steven and Jack are very handsome guys. (Okay, so that is a big understatement. These two guys are drop dead gorgeous, and when I see them in uniform, it's all I can do NOT to drool!) But since they are 'married' to each other, I have to keep my hands off of them. I sighed softly to myself and tried not to let myself think of how disappointing that thought was. Better to concentrate on the positive events that would be happening tonight. It had been a long time, months actually, since Steven, Jack and I had gotten together. We'd have an opportunity to catch up tonight.

It seemed to take an eternity, but I finally arrived at the door to my apartment. I looked at my watch and noticed that I had arrived home at the usual time. I had no fear that I would be too early or the dinner would not be ready in time. Steven and Jack had already arranged with me to come to my apartment earlier that day so that they could prepare the meal. I stomped the snow off my boots before putting my key in the lock. On a cold November night like this, coming home to a hot home cooked meal was something to really look forward to. Jack was a fantastic cook, and Steven was pretty good himself. (I think I told you this before, but even if I did it bears repeating.) I anticipated a wonderful meal and two gorgeous guys to share it with, even if both of them had spent most of the afternoon preparing it. The only thing that puzzled me was the timing. I had helped Steven during his hospital stay, but that was way back in May or so, and here it was November already. I knew that Jack and Steven felt that they owed me a lot for the help I'd given Steven, and they had told me many times that they fully intended to pay me back. I was just surprised that they had waited this long. "I guess Steven's recovery took longer than they let on," I thought to myself. "Steven nearly died after all. I guess they needed time to work through all that. Still, it is nice that we've finally managed to get together."

I unlocked the door, pushed it open, and went inside.

"Please close the door and wait there," Steven's voice called out to me from the darkness. The room was unusually dark, with only one dim light on in the living room to see by. Out of the gloom a form slowly appeared and moved towards me. With the door still open, and the light streaming in from the hallway it was easy for me to quickly confirm that it was Steven coming towards me. He smiled that famous (well at least to me it was famous) killer smile at me and held out his hand. To my surprise, he was dressed in his police officer's uniform, and he was wearing his hat inside, which he usually does not do.

"It's good to see you again, Paul," Steven said in that sexy baritone voice of his. "You're right on time, but the dinner will be a few more minutes so why don't you head for the sofa while I hang up your coat?"

"It's great to see you too, Steve," I said to him. and moved towards him to give him a big hug. With Steve, that's the ONLY kind of hug there is. He's six feet tall, and about two hundred and twenty pounds and built like a brick blockhouse, with well muscled arms, and legs, a beautiful torso and clean cut almost chiseled features. Add to that short cropped brown hair, and deep olive green eyes that made you want to dive into them, and a smile that could have melted the north polar ice cap. My only regret is that he's taken, and I can't help but feel a twinge of envy. But he's first and foremost my friend. The hug was strong and firm, but innocent. We hugged for about a minute or so and it was simply a greeting between old friends. I gladly surrendered my coat, slipped off my boots and headed off to the sofa. By the time I'd sat down, Steven had hung up my coat and closed the door. The darkness and gloom returned, but not as strong as before since I could see a half a dozen lit candles scattered around the living room. They provided enough light to see by (no bruised shins or cursing) while still giving the room a soft romantic atmosphere. I smiled to myself. "We're all just a bunch of hopeless romantics, the lot of us," I thought to myself.

"Jack will call out when he's ready," Steven said as his sat down on the sofa, next to me. "Then I'm supposed to guide you to the dinning room, making sure you keep your eyes closed."

"Sure, okay by me," I said. "But tell me, why are you wearing your hat inside, Steve?"

"It goes with the uniform, silly," he chuckled at me. "And I know how much you like the sight of a man in uniform."

"So true," I laughed, and then leaned over to give him a quick peck on the cheek. (No not THAT cheek, the one on his face. My you DO have a dirty mind, don't you? Still, I'd be lying to myself if I didn't admit that same thought had crossed my mind at that moment. I DO like the sight of a man in uniform, after all.) "Thanks for wearing the hat, I do appreciate it. Maybe not as much as I'll appreciate this fine dinner you and Jack have worked on, but it was a sweet thing to do."

"Just trying to pay you back, Paul," Steven said softly and a cloud of gloom moved across his face for a moment.

"What is it, Steve?" I queried.

"Just remembering how bad it was in the hospital, until you came by, is all," he replied softly. He returned my peck on the cheek, and then smiled that killer smile at me again. "But that's in the past, thankfully. I don't know about you, but that dinner sure smells great, and it's making me more hungry by the minute." Steven grabbed me and hugged me for all he was worth. It was so unexpected and overpowering that I couldn't do anything but sit there and enjoy it. I couldn't even speak I was so overcome with surprise. (Okay, even if I'd been able to, I wouldn't have done anything to discourage that hug. I was enjoying it too much, and it had been a long, long time, since Steven had ever hugged me like that.) Finally, and somewhat reluctantly on my part, Steven let me go.

"What was THAT for?" I asked rather stupidly. (Hey I was still somewhat dazed and confused, and I think maybe my brain was still a bit short on oxygen.)

"Just saying 'thank you', again," Steven answered. "I can't ever thank you enough for what you did for me, but that doesn't mean I won't stop trying." Steven flashed that killer smile at me again, and I blushed. It was a stupid reaction and I felt all the more embarrassed for doing it, but all that Steven did was wink at me slyly.

"So are you hungry?" He asked me. At that moment my stomach decided to voice its opinion on matters with an embarrassingly loud rumble. I looked down at my stomach in horror and blushing beet red, lifted my face to look at Steve.

He was laughing quietly and grinning from ear to ear. "It would appear that you need not answer. Just try not to eat any of the pillows while we wait, or you'll spoil your appetite. At least your face goes well with that red tie you're wearing."

"Gee, thanks," I said sarcastically. I was wearing a plain bright red silk tie that went well with my plain white dress shirt, and plain navy blue two piece double breasted suit, black leather shoes and black belt. (Does a bright red face go with that outfit? You tell me.) I smiled at him to take any sting out of my words before I asked him, "Do you like my outfit?"

"Yes," Steve said. "You look great. If you dress that way just for work, you must dress to kill when you go out on a date."

"No, not really," I said. "I dress the same way when I go out on the town. I just like to look nice."

"Well, you're dressed very well for tonight then, 'cause we're going to take you out on the town without going out," he said and smiled. "I'm glad you like lobster, but just wait until you taste it the way Jack fixes it."

I took a deep breath and the aromas coming from the kitchen started to make my mouth water. It smelled like a terrific meal was in the making. I could hardly wait. I turned my attention back to Seven, and noticed that he was still sitting there looking at me with a knowing smile on his face. You know the kind. The one that says, "I know something you don't know."

"Okay, Steve," I asked. "I'll bite. What are you and Jack up to, other than this wonderful meal?"

"Why whatever do you mean?" Steve said with faked shock and surprise, on his face and a fluttering of his eyes.

"Come on, Steve," I nudged him playfully. "Don't try conning me with those gorgeous green eyes of yours. You and Jack have cooked up something and I don't mean dinner."

"True," Steven confessed. "But you'll just have to wait until dinner for your surprise package. Jack and I are very sure that it is something that you will enjoy a lot. At least we hope you will."

"You're not making this any easier, you know," I said to him with a pout on my lips.

"Of course not," Steven replied. "And pouting won't do you any good. Take it like a man." He grinned at me and punched me playfully in the arm. "Now how about we catch up on old times and you tell me how things are with you?"

"Sure, I'd be glad too," I answered. "But wouldn't it be better if you helped Jack in the kitchen?" I asked.

"Jack can handle things by himself, I'm sure," Steven answered. "Someone has to stay here and entertain you until dinner is ready, and to be sure that you don't sneak into the dinning room for a peek and spoil the surprise." He looked at me with one eyebrow raised as if daring me to dispute that statement.

I gave in gracefully, and smiled at him. "You know me too well," I laughed. The thought of hypnotizing Steven and forcing him to tell me what the big secret was, passed through my mind in a flash. I never gave it any serious consideration, though. Nor did I consider scanning Steven's mind for his secret. It would have spoiled this surprise that Steven and Jack had worked on. I knew them well enough and trusted them enough, to know that whatever the surprise was, it wasn't going to be anything dangerous, bad, or something that I might have objected to. Steven and Jack are two of my closest friends, and I don't scan the minds of people whom I respect and trust. Besides I wasn't getting any indications that something was amiss.

So, we sat there side by side on the sofa and talked for a while. Steven told me about his life with Jack and I told him some of the goings on in my life. It was a very enjoyable time for me. It had been a long while since I'd enjoyed some good conversation with someone.

"Excuse me," called out a familiar voice from across the room. I looked up to see Jack Jones standing in the living room, dressed in his fireman's uniform, with a big smile on his face. "Dinner is served. Close your eyes, Paul, and Steven will lead you to the table."

I did as I was told. Steven took my hand in his and guided me carefully into the dinning room and sat me down at the end of the table, all the time reminding me to keep my eyes tightly closed. It was a very pleasant, and slightly erotic sensation being lead around by the hand, and guided only by that deep sexy voice of Steven's. I was a bit disappointed when it was over. I waited patiently as Steven and Jack fixed the last few things on the table to get the meal ready. I could hear the clanging and shuffle of various items as plates, dishes, cutlery and glasses, were moved from one part of the table to another. The lobster smelled even better, because it was right under my nose. I think my nose was twitching like a rabbit's as I sat there waiting for those two perfectionists to finish up so we could start eating. My stomach rumbled again, rather loudly. Steven and Jack both laughed, and then Jack said, "Just a minute more, Paul." Finally there was silence, for a few moments.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now, but slowly," ack's voice called out from somewhere to my left.

Eagerly I slowly opened my eyes, just a crack, obeying Jack's injunction. I saw my dinner plate and the magnificent steaming lobster centered on it. I gradually raised my eyes and let them travel up to the center of the table, taking in the beauty of the centerpiece, and silently acknowledging the thought and care that had gone into the setting of this culinary stage. There were a half a dozen lit candles, tall white tapers, around the table which provided a romantic and dreamy atmosphere to the setting. The glint of the candlelight off of the glassware, and cutlery added to the elegance and enchantment of the evening.

My eyes shifted left and encountered Jack Jones sitting at the table to my left, with a huge grin on his face and a twinkle in his eyes. He looked so God damn sexy sitting there that it was almost painful. I smiled my best smile at him, to hide the twinge of regret that pulled at my soul, and shifted my eyes to the right. As expected, Steven Stokes was sitting at the table to my right with an expression that matched Jacks. Steven wasn't wearing his uniform hat though. I could only presume that he had placed it somewhere before he'd sat down at the table. After all, one does not sit at the dinner table wearing a hat. Again I felt that twinge of regret tug at my soul as I realized how attractive Steven was, sitting there looking at me and smiling that killer smile of his. Not at me, though, he was smiling at Jack. I sighed quietly, and let my gaze drop down into my lap. I reminded myself how lucky I was to have such men and friends such as these in my life. Nostalgia tugged at me again, but I pushed it out of my mind, and decided to enjoy this evening for what it was. A long overdue good time with two of my closest and dearest friends.

Having settled that, I looked up just enough to take in a full view of this most wondrous and sumptuous repast that was spread out on the table before me. I smiled as I took in every detail of how carefully everything had been arranged. It took me a few moments to finally realize that something was out of place. Maybe if the room lights had been turned on, and we were not dinning by candlelight alone I might have noticed it earlier. There were four place settings on the table not three. I blinked a few times to be sure that I wasn't seeing things. There was no question about it. There was a fourth place setting at the far end of the table, and the chair there was empty. There was food on that plate as well. This was really odd. I glanced over at Steven and then at Jack. All they did was grin outrageously at the confusion on my face. As I looked at him, Jack raised his left arm and waved his left hand. I just started at him, more confused than ever. Sudden movement off to my right caught my eye, and I turned my head to the right and looked back at the position of the empty chair. I froze. Literally. I felt a chill run down the back of my spine, and I would have been terrified if it were not for the reassurance and comfort of the presence of Jack and Steven at the table.