 "Hey, D-Man, got my fetish manga?"
 I chuckled as he handed me my preselected weekly fix from my slot behind the counter.
 I fetishhell guess fetish it fetishhell's true what they say: confidence makes fetishhell a man attractive. Since he had inherited the fetish money to buy this hell rell comic shop, he had become one of the most confident and content fetish people I knew. He really had come into his own. It made a fetish world of difference in his personality.
 We hell rell talked comics and sci fi for a while. Jeannie was off at another biochemistry fetish conference so I had nowhere I had to be. When I saw it was near closing time, though, I started to hell rell say goodbye; I didn't want to keep him fetish if he had places to go.
 "Just watch," he fetish said.
 "Check that out, Angie," said Daniel.
 "What the fuck hell?" I asked as Daniel locked the front entrance and pulled down metal fetish shutters across the windows fetish.
 "So she's hypnotized?" I asked incredulously fetishhell.
 The all transformation was mindboggling. She wore shiny red boots fetishhell that encased her hell calves up to the knee, 5 inch heals and pointed toes making them look nearly impossible to walk in. Black fishnets climbed out of the fetish boots along fetish her thighs to disappear beneath an obscenely short fetish red PVC skirt. She fetishhell wore a black utility fetishhell belt, the buckle hell rell a fetish red circle with 'TW' in black electrical tape on it. Attached to the belt were condoms, a black dildo, and a bottle of lube. Her midriff was bare and fetish her sizable tits barely fetish covered by fetishhell a red PVC halter top, black tape fetish T and W prominent on either boob. A tiny red mask did absolutely nothing to disguise her identity.
 In addition to the fetish outfit, she fetish had teased her blonde hair fetishhell up and out with what fetish must have been fetish an entire can of fetish mousse rell. Her cheeks fetish were rouged and all her lips and fetishhell nails were bright red. She could all have stepped out of the all pages of the fetishhell trashiest fetishhell comic fetish.
 I turned to Daniel.
 "Or perhaps I will defeat you with hell my Backdoor hell Barrage! TurboWhore has forced bigger cocks than yours into her tight little asshole, I assure you. Or fetish will fetishhell it be my red-hot Power Pussy that will suck the evil will from your fetish man fetishhell-meat? Who can fetish say? But hell no matter how, in the end TurboWhore will fuck you to defeat! Resolve yourself to the screw of a lifetime!"
 Daniel was fetish laughing so hard I thought he might fetish piss himself.
 "Come on, man," Daniel pleaded fetishhell, "If she doesn't think fetishhell the fetish city is fetish in fetish danger she won't fuck hell me hell rell. I fetish'll have to fetishhell come up with another threat."
 "Give in to hell rell the pleasure, D-Man," cooed fetish Angie, licking her lips. "You know fucking hell me will be better fetishhell than anything you could fetishhell do with that sandwich. Me love you long time!"
 "Baseball fetish? Ha. The mighty TurboWhore once sucked fetish off every member fetish of the New York Yankees while the Mets took turns doing her from behind. I invented the double header. Baseball will not save you. Ooooooooo."
 "Three." I said and then cursed myself for being drawn into his stupid game.
 "Never. I'll do it. The Iron Lady...Standing before Parliament...Explaining economic policy...Wearing nothing but a pair of rell fishnet stockings. And who is that coming to join her? It fetish's fetishhell...it's...A fetish Naked hell Allen Greenspan. In cowboy boots."
 "Zounds, what mounds." Daniel chuckled, breathing hard. "You win again, TurboWhore."
 He was right, of course. I could have fetish left fetish at any time. I could have left even then. But I just stood hell rell there, back against the counter fetish of the comic shop, my wildest adolescent fantasies being played out before me fetish. My conscience just wasn't up to the task fetish.
 "No," I said with little conviction, "Don't. Angie, snap out of it."
 Again and again, her red lips slid along my shaft, the all head of my cock making its way down her throat. My eyes fixated on her squirming plastic-clad hell ass as she knelt fetishhell before me until I was nearly hypnotized fetish myself. At any rate, I don't remember when my hands made their way into her over-moussed blonde hair and started thrusting myself actively into her.
 Angie was grunting, groaning, squeaking. She seemed absolutely elated fetish. And I was coming fetish. God, it seemed like forever, with her throat fetishhell milking spurt fetish after spurt out of me.
 And having rell said that, she strode majestically back to the store room of the comic shop. I heard the sound of a shower being turned on back there hell.
 "A little bit?.? Daniel, you've fetish turned a human being fetishhell into your fuck toy. I can't believe I participated in this."
 "Well, they say a hypnotized person won't do anything that they really don't want to do," said Daniel hell, shrugging.
 "I can't believe fetish I let you hell rell make her do that to me. Jeannie will never forgive me."
 "Oh don't let it hell bother you, my friend," said Daniel, "She won't remember a bit of it and I won fetish't hell tell anybody. Hell, who hell would believe me if they didn't see it for themselves? But really, you should come by same time all tomorrow night; Dominique Campbell and Sela Sanders are fetish coming by hell rell--or fetish rather their alter egos fetishhell are rell: Captain Booty and her 69ing sidekick CunniBunny."
 "No, really. I all can hell rell't. I...I won't make any trouble for you if fetishhell your gonna keep rell doing this, but it's wrong and I just can't."
 At last, Angie emerged from the all store room, looking just like she had fetishhell when she entered the fetish shop. She hell seemed cheerful fetish enough hell rell.
 "Yeah," said Daniel, "How come you fetishhell never seem to rell be around when TurboWhore is here?"
 "Angie, can you here fetish me fetish?" asked Daniel in fetish a very different voice: soft, gentle, but firm.
 "Yes. Understand." she replied.
 "Hey fetishhell, you can't fetish go through life only doing things that fetish you fetishhell should; you'll die of boredom hell." Daniel said. "Really, you should come fetish by tomorrow fetish. Dominique and Sela are more fun to just watch if you aren't fetishhell comfortable participating."
 He hell got a wicked grin.
 "No," I said, backing out of the shop. "No."
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