The Coffee Shop Pt. 05

So I had my two police officers all dressed up and hypnotized. The question was what to do with them now. If I woke them up they'd probably leave, which is not what I wanted. Maybe if I bent my rules just a little bit I could convince them to stay. I looked over at Andy and jerked my head in the direction of the hotel room door which was still open. Andy picked up on my request. He walked over to the hotel room door and closed it firmly.

"Gentlemen, I am going to wake you up in just a few seconds. You will remember everything that has happened to you. You will not be able to get up off the loveseat until you hear me say the phrase 'I release you'. You will feel like your shoes are glued to the floor and your buttocks are glued to the loveseat cushions. The harder you try to get up off the loveseat the tighter the glue becomes. After a few seconds of struggle you will realize that it is impossible for you to leave until I let you. It might upset you a bit, but not much because you know the only reason I am holding you here is that I wish to talk with you a bit before you go. You will also find that you cannot yell out loud no matter how upset you might become. You may only talk in a normal conversational voice" I spoke clearly and slowly to them. I wanted to be sure they understood their instructions.

'Please nod your heads when you understand and accept your instructions," I told them. A couple of brief head nods from each policeman followed almost immediately. They were ready. Now perhaps, I would find out what was going on with them.

"Zero and starting to come up now," I said to them as I started to bring them out of their trances. . "One coming up a bit more and you become more aware of your body and how relaxed and comfortable it feels. "Two coming up more and you can feel the need for more oxygen so you take a deep breath." Both policemen stirred on the loveseat and inhaled deeply. "Three, starting to come up at bit more as your mind becomes clear and calm while you take a big stretch with your arms over your ahead for just a moment." The policemen wiggled about on the loveseat and stretched their arms up and over their heads. "Four, almost there now, as you sit up straight now." The cops quickly moved their torsos forward out of the slump that they had been in moments before. "Five, eyes open and wide awake! Wide awake!" I called out to them. (Yes, these instructions are very similar to those I used when I woke them up earlier. What did you expect, dear reader?)

Both police officers blinked their eyes a few times and looked at me. They raised their arms about their heads in a big stretch.

"We'd better be going," Albert said as he turned and looked at Larry. Albert wiggled on the loveseat as he tried to stand up. I did my best not to smile at him. Larry however, couldn't suppress a snort of amusement as he witnessed Albert's efforts. The smile starting to form on Larry's face died as he too tried to stand up. After about thirty seconds they both stopped struggling, turned their heads to look at me in surprise.


"Oh wow! You did it again!" Larry said as he looked at me. "You made me put on a tie and come back here! I remember it all! It was awesome. However I find it kind of scary not being able to stand up." Larry's face reflected the awe and newfound respect that he had for me. I could see there was a hint of fear mixed in as well.

"Yeah, you got to me too, apparently. If as you said, the subject is really in charge during hypnosis, why couldn't I stop myself? Why did I do as you told me, even though I didn't really want to? Why can't I stand up now, even though I really want to?" Albert asked me, his dark blue eyes stormy with anger. He appeared to be even more upset with me than before I'd pulled this little stunt on him and Larry. I had expected as much, but I was sure I had a way to diffuse the situation. I wasn't sure I'd be able to convince Albert to let me hypnotize him again, but I was sure that he wouldn't be as antagonistic to me as he was at present.

"Before I answer your questions, Albert, I'd like to ask you a few simple questions. A simple yes or no will do. Please answer honestly," I said to him.

"Okay?." He hesitantly agreed, eyeing me with distrust..

"Do you feel relaxed, comfortable and peaceful?"

"Yes," he answered.

"Is your mind clear, alert and calm?"

"Yes," he answered.

"Did you enjoy being in hypnosis?"

"Yes and no," he said after a few seconds thought.

It figured. I ask for a simple answer and I get a complicated one. "Please elaborate, Albert," I instructed him.

"Yes I have to admit I enjoyed the experience of being hypnotized, but I didn't enjoy that you did it to me without my express consent. You took advantage of me, and that's what I don't' like," he replied.

"Do you trust me?" I asked.

"Not at all," he said.

"You're lying," I said to him. "You're lying to me and more importantly to yourself. If you didn't trust me at all, you wouldn't be responding to the post hypnotize suggestion that you are glued to the loveseat." (Yes, I was lying to Albert at this point. My super hypnosis commands cannot be resisted, no matter how much a subject might want to. The command I have of a subject's mind is total, though they are often not aware of it.) "I think it is something else. Do you want me to tell you what I think it is?"

"Do I have a choice?" Albert asked sarcastically.


"I suppose not," I admitted. "I think it is a classic case of fear of loss of control. You are a police officer and you are used to being in control or taking control of a situation. By the way, what is your particular area of specialization?"

"I'm a K-9 officer, currently unattached," Albert replied coolly.

"Ah, that would make it even more of a control issue," I said as I nodded my head knowingly. (You people with the bullshit detectors should be getting a very strong reading about now.) "As a K-9 officer you have to be in control of your police dog and be responsible for any action that he takes. I can see where you might have a problem giving up being so completely in control. At the same time, everyone wants to escape all pressures of daily living an go somewhere where they don't' have to make any decisions and can let someone else worry about the details. In your case, the experience of being in hypnosis provides that release. You were able to achieve a wonderful state of not caring what went on as long as you could continue to feel good. You did feel very good, didn't you Albert?"

"Yeah, I did," Albert admitted. "But it still doesn't make sense to me. Why would I be so willing to follow your lead?"

"Albert, you know that you are safe in this room. Andy is here. He is a policeman and someone that you trust. With him here, you know that nothing bad will happen to you. Isn't that right, Larry?" I asked as I turned and looked at Larry.

"Well, yeah, I guess," Larry agreed. "I never considered that, but I can see how it would make sense. With both Andy and Albert here, I was willing to give hypnosis a try, and it sure worked on me" Larry grinned at me and then turned to look at Albert.

"It's basically the same principle as people who volunteer for a stage hypnosis show," I said to Albert. "They go up on stage knowing that if they go under they won't be embarrassed because they won't remember what they did. This knowledge lets them lower their guard, and makes it easier for them to follow the suggestions of the stage hypnotist. Consider that right now you are glued in a loveseat, but since no one other than the four of us can see you in such a ridiculous situation, you don't' find it threatening or humiliating and so your subconscious mind permits it to happen."

Okay, I think I'm starting to buy this," Albert said after a few seconds more of though. "now would you please let me go?"

"I relase?.." my words were cut off by a loud knock at the door. Before anyone could stand up, the door burst open and another policeman entered the room. We had not locked the door, because we had been expecting room service. You'd think that with three policemen in one room, we would have known better.

"So this is where you've been hiding," said the mystery policeman

"Aw shit!" Albert cried out angrily, as he looked over at the mystery policeman. "Not you again!"



Chapter 7. Who Let The Dogs Out?


"Is that any way to say hello to an old friend, Albert?" Asked the mystery policeman who stood blocking the doorway. "It must be fate for us to have run into each other again. I'll be you thought you'd never see me again after you transferred to a K-9 unit in another city."

"This isn't fate, just plain bad luck, Gilbert," Larry said heatedly as he turned about and looked at this Gilbert. (It was clear to me that these two men were not friends by any stretch of the imagination.) "Get lost!" Larry said to Gilbert. Larry couldn't yell at Gilbert due to my post hypnotic suggestion, but he gave it a good try.

"I second that motion," Albert said angrily. "Leave. You are not welcome here." (Albert wasn't on friendly terms with Gilbert either, but this wasn't any of my business. Still I could not help but be curious about what was going on.)

"I too, must insist that you leave," Andy said in a loud voice said as he stood up. "This is my hotel room, and I did not invite you. Go!"

"Oh, I don't think you really want me to leave just yet," Gilbert said in an oily self assured voice. "Unless, of course, you want me to share my little secret with you gentlemen and I don't think Albert or Larry want that."

I didn't know Gilbert, but I was quickly coming to dislike him. When someone walks in and hints at blackmail I tend to start disliking that person. I guess I'm just funny that way.

"What do you want, Gilbert?" Albert asked with a sigh. "Come the point."

"I just want to know what's going on here," Gilbert said confidently. "I noticed you out in the hotel earlier Albert and you looked rather strange. I called to you but you ignored me completely. I couldn't believe that you'd have forgotten me so easily. I would hate to think I didn't leave a lasting impression on you. So, I decided to follow you and find out what was so interesting to you that you'd ignore little old me."

"Watching paint dry would be of more interest to me than spending time with you," Albert retorted. "As for what we are doing here, you wouldn't believe it even if we told you."

"Hello, non-police presence in the room," I called out. "Would someone please tell me what's going on here? I feel like I arrived in the middle of a movie."

Gilbert looked over at me, and slid his gaze from my head down to my toes, turning away from me as if I were of no importance. "Who's the civilian?" He asked scathingly.

"My name is Paul Walton, and you are?" I asked him.

"Unimpressed to say the least, and my name is Gilbert Peters," he answered as if by telling me his name he was granting me an enormous favour. This guy had really raised the being arrogant bar to a new height.

"Enough!" Andy cried out, causing everyone to direct their attention to him. "Officer Peters, leave now or the four of us will escort you from this room. The odds are not in your favor," Andy stood up and took two slow deliberate steps towards Gilbert. Andy's hands were balled into fists.


"Okay, I'm going, I'm going," Gilbert said smugly. "By the way, did Albert ever tell you why he's a K-9 cop?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked, realizing too late that I had taken the bait that Gilbert dangled in front of me.

"I didn't think so. Albert never was a very good motorcycle cop," Gilbert said maliciously. "He couldn't take it and so he transferred to the K-9 division. A few years later he left our police force and transferred to another city. I haven't seen Albert in years, but I sure do remember him. He was the most useless cop I ever had the displeasure to be partnered with."

"I left that police force because you wouldn't stop hounding me, about leaving the motorcycle division," Albert retorted. "And I left the motorcycle division because you were impossible to work with. I got ulcers from working with you, and had to go on medical stress leave for nine months. I've found dogs to be for superior to you."

"Coming from someone I consider a mangy cur, I'm not surprised to hear you say that," Gilbert responded. "You should have been dismissed from the force, but they wouldn't do that."

It was clear to me that this was an old argument, and from the look on Albert's face a painful one.

"I'm not going to have this argument with you again, Gilbert, Go!" Albert said in exasperation, his face becoming flushed. .

"I always suspected you were a wuss, when it came to a fight," Gilbert growled. "At least you won't be disgracing this uniform anymore." Gilbert pressed his right thumb to his chest as he spoke. "I pity the police force that has you now."

(The conversation was moving too quickly for me to spend any time examining Gilbert's uniform. I did get the vague impression that he was wearing something light blue or gray.)

"Just fucking leave!" Albert cried out, as he turned away from Gilbert.

"Make me," Gilbert challenged him.

"My pleasure,' Larry growled at Gilbert. Larry struggled to stand up but the post hypnotic glue suggestion held him firmly to the love seat.

I didn't know what Gilbert's problem with Albert was, but Gilbert seemed to be spoiling for a fight. "I release you," I called out to Albert and Larry. I figured fun time was over and Albert and Larry might need to defend themselves very shortly. Whatever was happening here was very quickly starting to get out of control. I didn't know what to do, other than to try and stay out of the way.

Larry stood up and acknowledged my action with a brief nod of his head to me. Larry's hands were balled into fists. He locked eyes with Gilbert.

"Typical, getting someone else to fight your battles for you, you chicken shit," Gilbert spat out at Albert, without breaking eye contact with Larry.


Albert stood up, turned about and faced Gilbert. "Enough. Leave. Now" He said to Gilbert, the coldness in his voice made a blizzard seem warm and friendly. . Albert looked ready to knock Gilbert clear into next week.

"Oh and before I forget, these two are real live cock suckers," Gilbert trumpeted. "They're both gay and have been lovers for years. Well, my work here is done." The smile on Gilbert's face was filled with malice.

I looked away from Gilbert and snuck a quick peek at Albert and Larry. Larry's face had gone white as the anger drained out of him. He stared, shocked and silent, at Gilbert. Albert's face had gone beet red, and he looked ashamed and guilty. I wasn't sure what to make of their expressions, but I knew what I thought of Gilbert's unexpected statement.

"Why the hell would I care about that one way or the other?" I asked Gilbert. "You can find gay men in all walks of life."

"Ah, but these are police officers, and for them it is a big deal," Gilbert chuckled. "I can tell their superiors and make life very difficult for them, unless you tell me what is going on here."

"But it's not true!" Larry cried out. "I'm straight! I have a girlfriend. So do you, Albert. Tell them!"

"Yes, it's true that you have a girlfriend, Larry," Albert said softly. "Currently I don't have a girlfriend, but none of that matters. Even without proof, Gilbert's gossip can cause us a lot of trouble."

"So you want to give in to this bully, and tell him then?" Larry asked Albert.

"It's the easiest way, I think," Albert replied. He looked like his spirit had been crushed.

"I win again!' Gilbert cried with glee and locked eyes with me for a few seconds.
It took a supreme effort of will but I controlled the urge to send a few well chosen super hypnosis commands into Gilbert's mind. I don't' like bullies, and when I find one, I usually take him down a peg or two. In Gilbert's case it would have been a very long way down the ladder.

I looked away from Gilbert and directed my attention back at Larry and Albert. They were standing beside each other looking understandably upset. I want to go and comfort them, but I didn't have a clue as to how do accomplish that. I wasn't their friend after all. I looked over at Andy, who had remained silent through all of this banter. . He was looking over at the two uniformed policemen standing in front of the loveseat. I studied his face and saw the sadness in his eyes. I walked over to Andy and stood in front of him. I reached up and touched the left side of his face with my right hand.

"Go to them, dear heart," I said softly as I looked into Andy's pain filled eyes. "You're their friend, not me. They need you now, and I think maybe you need to help them. I'll wait."

Andy nodded his head once and walked over to stand in front of Albert and Larry. Carefully Andy reached out with his big tree trunk arms and wrapped them about the two policemen. No words word spoken, at least none that I could hear from where I stood watching them. I walked over and softly closed the hotel room door. I returned to sand next to Gilbert which was oddly enough the best place to view the three policemen by the loveseat. A part of my mind registered the fact that Gilbert was much taller than I was. He had to be at least six feet tall if not six foot one inch. He towered over me. He was somewhat intimidating, to say the least.


"Oh Jesus, I think I'm gonna puke!" Gilbert cried out. "This is disgusting! A room full of queer cops! Get me a barf bag, quick."

"No one invited you to stay, Gilbert," I said to him stonily. "You are not welcome nor are you wanted." I reminded him.

"Yeah, but I still want to know what you guys were doing in here, but since three of you are gay I think I have a pretty good idea," Gilbert snarled at me.

I ignored Gilbert's innuendo for the moment. I could not force him physically from the room, and I didn't want the entanglements of using my super hypnosis powers on him to get him to leave. I decided to wait and see what happened.

After a few minutes Andy broke the hug and stepped away from Larry and Albert. All three of them turned slightly to the right to look at Gilbert and me.

"You're still here," Albert said stonily.

"You never miss a clue, Albert," Gilbert replied. "I'm still waiting for you to tell me what's going on here."

I so wanted to slap or punch that arrogant condescending cop. His voice seemed to slip under your skin and irritate you like a thousand mosquito bites. I clamped down hard on my temper. It would not help at all for me to lose my temper. It would undoubtedly feel really good to tell Gilbert what I thought of him, but it would not solve anything.

"Fine, anything to get rid of you," Albert said. "But first, I want your word that what is talked about in this room stays in this room. I want your word as an officer of the law." Albert demanded.

"Like Gilbert is going to keep his word," Larry said. Larry didn't put much stock in Gilbert keeping his word.

"Actually, this is the one situation where I know Gilbert will keep his word," Albert said to Larry. "Gilbert may not be the nicest guy in the world, and he might not be my first choice as a backup, but when it comes to his honour as a police officer, he has never broken his word. Even Gilbert has standards it seems."

Gilbert glared at Albert, but did not say anything for a few moments.

"Well?" Albert prompted him.

"Fine," Gilbert snarled. "You have my word as an officer of the law that I will not mention what happens in this room or has happened in this room, to anyone outside of the people in this room. Satisfied?"

"Yes," Albert answered. "Larry and I dropped by to have Paul here hypnotize Larry to help him with his job stress. Larry's had a hard time lately."