The thumping of fists against the bag marked the only sound in the darkened gym.
It was quiet, few lights on. Peta Wilson grunted as she continued to pound on the
bag. She wore a pair of black tights with a shirt to match, her sunken belly
visible in between. She worked on the bag, knocking her padded fists and feet
into it continuously. Her long blond hair whipped around as she jumped and let
loose with the skills of her lithe body. Staying in shape had been important
before for Peta. Now, it was a necessity. "La Femme Nikita" was one of the
hottest shows on cable television, due in now small part to Peta's beautiful
presence as well as her athletic skills. Playing a spy was tough work, made all
the tougher by the fact that she needed to keep in continuous good shape. Her
body still had a couple of bruises from a stunt the week before. Still, it felt
good to be able to blow away a terrorist while wearing a $500 dress. "How's it
going?" Peta turned briefly to see Marge come in. She was the gym's owner, an
athletic woman in her thirties. She had short black hair and a figure that proved
her passion for keeping in shape. "Thanks again for keeping this place open so
late," Peta said, her Australian accent heaving for breath. "I needed a private
workout. Gets harder to go the gym when you've got a bunch of reporters after
you." "My pleasure," Marge replied as she began walking towards Peta, her red
suit tugging at her body. "I'm a big fan." Marge watched as Peta landed a few
more punches, then backed away, obviously out of breath. "Think that'll do it for
now." Peta began to peel off her gloves as she walked over to a nearby bench. She
sat down and took a long swig from a water bottle, sighing as the effects of the
workout fully hit her. "You do work hard," Marge said as she sat down next to
Peta. "Have to," Peta replied. "An out-of-shape spy doesn't pull in many
ratings." She glanced over at Marge and her eyes were drawn to a green pendant
hanging from a chain over Marge's neck. "Nice. Where'd you get that?" "This?"
Marge slipped the chain off and held it up in front of Peta's face. "It was a
gift from a friend. I fell in love with it the first time I saw it." "I don't
blame you," Peta said. "It looks wonderful." "Oh, it is. Just look at it. Look
hard. It's got a secret at its center, if you look at it just right. It gleams in
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staring right at the gem, Peta. Try to find the center. Just look as deep as you
can at the center of the gem. The very center. Just look hard, Peta. Look hard
and look deep. Just keep looking. So deep and so hard. Deeper and deeper. Just
keep watching it gleam and glint in the light, the light going into your eyes.
Just keep trying to find the center, Peta. The center. You need to find the
center, don't you?" "Yes..The center.." Peta whispered, her face slackened and
her eyes fixed to the gem. "Yes, Peta, just look at the center. Just keep
looking, deeper and deeper. Just keep looking to the center, Peta. Deeper and
deeper. The deeper you look, Peta, the more you began to feel relaxed. Very
relaxed. Deeper and deeper, Peta and you feel so relaxed. Sooo relaxed now, Peta.
The harder you look, you more relaxed you feel. It feels so good now, Peta, so
good and so relaxed. You feel so very relaxed, Peta. It's nice to feel so relaxed
after a workout. You want to continue to feel relaxed, don't you? "Now, Peta, you
can see the center of the pendant. It's nice and warm there and you feel so
relaxed. So very relaxed. Just let loose all the tension you feel, all the
tension that's built up during the workout. Let all your muscles relax. Let
yourself go of all the little aches and pains. Listen to my voice and look at the
center. My voice and the center. My voice and the center. Just keep looking and
let yourself be dragged down further into this wonderful state of relaxation."
Five more minutes and Marge knew Peta was under. The actress stared mutely at the
pendant, completely entranced and ready for Marge's commands. "Peta, stand up and
undress," Marge said. "It's been a long day. You're hot and sweaty and you want
to get that workout outfit off right now. Take it off, Peta. Take it off and
you'll feel so much better and so much more relaxed." Peta got to her feet and
began stripping off her suit, unheeding of the look in Marge's eyes. She sighed
as she felt cool air hit her skin, followed by another wave of relaxation that
sent her down further into a trance. Marge was naked now too, her nipples already
tightened with excitement. She looked at Peta, at that wonderful body coated with
a thin gleam of sweat and she could feel herself going wet. She moved up to Peta
and embraced her, their breasts pushing together. They kissed, Marge surprised at
the passion Peta exhibited. It usually took longer for her other entranced lovers
to become this excited. Perhaps the hypnosis had tapped into a hidden part of
Peta, one that was coming loose. Regardless, Marge didn't want to argue. She lay
Peta down on the carpet and buried her head in between the Australian's breasts.
Marge kneaded those gorgeous tits with her hands while suckling at both nipples,
tightening them with her tongue. She spent long minutes in that cleavage, her
tongue tasting the salty sweat on Peta's gorgeous body. Marge had to let go or
she knew she'd burst. She moved herself up on Peta and sat her pussy down on the
hypnotized actress' face. To her joy, Peta didn't need any commands to do what
came next. She stuck her tongue out and began jabbing it into Marge's dark clit,
working into the lips. Marge shifted slightly, letting Peta work herself further
into her. She ran her hands up and down her own body, loving the tingling as her
fingers danced on her skin, which was beginning to sweat on its own. She arched
back as she came, spilling onto Peta's waiting tongue. After a few minutes, Marge
stood up and picked Peta up to her feet. "Come on, Peta. Let's take a shower. A
nice, warm, relaxing shower. It will feel so good to take a shower, you and I. So
good." She led the hypnotized Australian into the locker room and then to the
showers. She started up the nearest nozzle, sending water spraying down upon
them. For a few moments, they simply stood there, embracing, their lips locked
together, their tongues entwined, letting the water run down their well-built
bodies. Marge could feel herself rising again and leaned against the wall. "Eat
me out, Peta," she whispered. "Go on, I know you want to do it." Peta obediently
got onto her knees and once again attacked Marge's pussy. Her entire mouth
surrounded the dampened hair around the lips as she sucked away, letting her
tongue move inside. Marge felt the juices in her grow and came again, even harder
this time, her cum spraying Peta's face, only to be washed away by the pouring
water. Marge decided it was finally time for Peta to receive her reward for a job
well done. She lay Peta down on the ground, her wet hair haloing around her.
Marge got onto her stomach and crawled onto her new lover. She bent her head down
and began to lick at the waiting pussy. Peta moaned as her mistress finally began
to pleasure her. She withered on the wet tile, loving the feeling of the shower
pounding on her breasts as Marge licked at her. She clamped her thighs around
Marge's head and held her tight as she began to come, again and again, continuous
waves of pleasure trembling through her body. She held Marge's face there, not
willing to let go until she was done. Twenty minutes later, a fully clothed Marge
and Peta sat in the locker room. Peta stared as Marge again waved the pendant
before her eyes. "When you wake up, Peta, you won't remember anything that has
happened here between us. Nothing. You had a good workout, a shower and you are
now leaving. Nothing else. If I ever say to you the words 'shower slam' you will
once again enter this wonderful state of relaxation. Until that happens, you will
remember nothing that has happened here. Now, wake up." Marge lowered the pendant
as Peta blinked her eyes. "Thanks again," she said, as if nothing had happened.
"I've got to stop here again some time." "Be sure that you do," Marge smiled.
"I'm always open for a good workout."