He had no clients scheduled until 11:00, but Dean opened the office at 8:00 anyway as he always did. Walk-ins were practically unheard of in the hypnotherapy business, but he figured at least anyone driving by could tell he was open for business, which implied he was busy. And if he was busy, he must be good.

His day started the way it always did when there was no early client: with Dean sitting at his desk and visiting his favorite hypnosis-related blogs. He had quite the little network of friendly colleagues going, and it had netted him a few good referrals so it was worth keeping up and had the side benefit of letting him talk hypnosis with peers.

Then, in the middle of posting a comment on one of the blogs, his Treo buzzed with a new text message.

Dean smiled. I guess she likes me too. He picked up the phone and thumbed a response on the tiny keyboard.

The reply came just a few minutes later.

Dean had to grin. Natalia had hinted more than once in their phone calls that she was curious about being hypnotized. He decided a joke might be the best response.

Natalia read the response and felt a little tingle run down her stomach and into her pussy. Does he have any idea how hot that would be? she wondered. Let's find out if he's just playing.

The minutes dragged on while Natalia held her breath. Would he bite?

A satisfied chuckle escaped her lips. Yes, this guy had definite potential.

His answer, when it came, made her laugh.

Okay, she judged, he's game. But how far will he take it?

Her hand paused as the mouse pointer hovered over the Send key. Was she being too bold? Only one way to find out.

Dean did a double-take when he saw Natalia's reply, which teased and dared him at the same time. All right, he resolved, I'll play your game. His thumbs typed:

He didn't give himself time to rethink before sending. The adrenaline flowed through him as he imagined her reading that and either getting completely turned off ... or maybe turned on. She didn't keep him waiting long.

Dean had to admit to himself that she was probably right. But it was a slow day, Natalia had a lovely voice, and he suspected she might be more open to suggestion than she realized. A plan formed in his mind.

Natalia stared at the text on her phone and felt a plume of heat form between her legs at the very possibility that such a thing could happen. He's bluffing, she thought, but what a bluff! She needed to see where this would lead.

She knew what part of his answer would be, at least. Still, it was interesting to test him.

Several ideas came to her, most of them involving his face and her pussy. But she had to remind him who was setting the pace here.

His answer came back so quickly it surprised her.

Natalia laughed softly at her phone. This was going to be too much fun for words.

Across town, Dean was also laughing.

He imagined her reaction to that and grinned more broadly. A little presupposition, a few embedded suggestions, and this just might work. Even if it didn't, it would still be fun.

Instead of waiting for Natalia to respond, he began with an indirect suggestion or two.

Natalia's brow wrinkled. When had she told him that? There had been a running undercurrent of innuendo in their last couple of phone calls, largely instigated by her. Too much to remember every tidbit. What else had she let slip?

The phone dinged.

Her eyes widened as she realized how closely he had described her thoughts. But that last part, about the voice? Yes, she had to concede, it would be really hot to get so horny that I get off at work. Still, she couldn't let him think he had her all figured out so soon.

That ought to slow him down, she told herself. Then the phone dinged again.

For a few seconds she did just that. Then she realized she was playing right into his hands.

His reply came while she was reading an email about an upcoming staff meeting.

"Anything up, Nat?"

The phone slipped from her startled fingers as she looked up to find Eugene from IT standing behind her. Heat crept up her neck and into her face. "Oh, nothing. Paperwork."

"Uh-huh..." His eyes shifted from her flushed face to the phone and back again. "Must be some kind of nothing. I just wanted to find out what you need for the new interns."

Interns? "Oh, right. New interns. Starting next week. Can I get back to you later?"

Eugene shrugged and left.

As soon as she hit Send Natalia realized she probably shouldn't have told Dean that.

Back in his office, Dean saw the confession and grinned wickedly. Things were going even better than he'd hoped.

At the end of his salvo Dean leaned back in his chair and waited to see what her response would be.

Natalia realized she was in trouble. He had described exactly the signs she was noticing about herself as she read. How does he know all this? She needed to put him off balance.

She reread that to herself several times, trying to absorb some of that false bravado.

Natalia imagined it would feel incredible. Her knees wobbled at the thought of herself in the kitchen, pressed against the counter, while Dean knelt with his head under her skirt and her panties around her ankles.

Then her desk phone rang and brought her mostly back to reality. During the lengthy business discussion she heard the cell phone ding twice but dared not look at it until the call ended.

There's that washroom on the fifth floor, Natalia thought to herself, then realized what that meant. Her pussy moistened at the idea of quietly jilling off on her lunch break. But no -- she couldn't give in that easily or she'd be the one on her knees servicing Dean. Which would also be hot, she recognized.

Then relief came.

An hour later Dean ushered his client out of the office and, as soon as the door closed, dashed back to his desk. The phone had been in silent mode to avoid disrupting the session. Sure enough, there was a fresh message on it.

His cock twitched at the prospect.

Natalia groaned. He had to do that, didn't he? She set her jaw and typed anyway.

She imagined it, too, as she pressed the Send button.

A voice broke the fog around Natalia's mind. "You feeling okay?" She looked up and saw her cube neighbor Peggy standing in the office doorway.

"Fine," she said a little too quickly. "Just fine."

"You've been so quiet today I wondered if you were even here. And you look like you're burning up."

"No, I'm good. Just up to my ears in month end."

Peggy grimaced. "Same here. Still, Nat, you should get up and walk around or something. Get some fresh air maybe."

"Good idea," she agreed, more to end the discussion than out of any real conviction. "Lunch is coming."

"Okay. Don't let this crap make you sick, y'know? Life's too short."

Dean looked at his watch and saw it was closing on 1pm. He had another client at 2:00, and it would be a long session. If he couldn't prevail with Natalia before then, the bet was almost surely lost. That didn't bother him so much -- either way, he and Natalia were clearly going to be getting intimate very soon -- but he still wanted to win. It would be so cool to pull this off, he thought, and steeled himself for one last effort.

As Natalia walked away from her desk for lunch she could feel the damp patch where her panties had absorbed her juices. She detoured to the convenience store in the lobby and bought a pair of panty hose with a cotton panel in the crotch. Then, in the ladies' room, she took off her wet panties and stuffed them into the plastic egg in place of the new hose, which she put on after making sure her dress was still dry in the back. That was close, she sighed inwardly.

It had been nearly 10 minutes since her last message from Dean. For just a moment she wondered if he'd given up. That brought back to her mind the image of him kneeling naked on her floor, scrubbing, looking up her skirt ... and her new hose took over where the panties had left off.

Then the phone dinged. And dinged again.

Jesus, how does he do that? she wondered as she fought the urge to pull the new panty hose down and just get it over with. With shaking fingers she sent a reply.

The answer came right away.

Luckily Natalia was already sitting down in the restroom stall because her knees buckled and quivered and she felt herself melting with sexual heat. She didn't even bother taking off the new hose -- she just reached down and stroked herself through the soaking wet "breathable" insert. Oh, Dean, she moaned to herself, you'd better be this good in person!

And then her mind shut down for a few minutes.

Dean's two o'clock client was an analytical type and needed longer to get into trance. He knew this and had allowed two hours, so when the client left smiling at 3:40 he felt ahead of the game. One more client to go, and then he'd have to face his evening. He shivered a little as he opened the drawer to look at his silenced cell phone. Then a broad grin broke over his face.