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| Emilio |
I smiled. Marie, the night manager, had already arrived and was encouraging me to go home and relax. A day at my job was usually quite intense, so I appreciated her gesture. But for some reason it was always quite hard for me to let go, despite knowing Marie was excellent at her job.
“Ray, Ray, Connie.”
The radio on my belt went off. Marie gave me a look that said, ‘Don’t.’ I took the radio.
“Go for Ray.”
Marie shook her head and sighed.
“We have a situation in 512, can you come up?”
“I’ll be right up.”
I promised Marie this would be the last thing I would do before I would head off home. In the elevator I had time to think about how nice it would be to sit with my feet up and have a glass of wine before turning in. Just this one last thing.
It was quite a regular occurrence that I was called in by employees when they felt like guests became hard to handle. I had this ability to calm down the most upset or out-of-control guests. Employees said it was because of my soothing voice, or my kind eyes. I didn’t ever tell anyone what I really did, I just knew that this helped me be good at my job.
Being the manager of the St. Regis hotel in Atlanta was demanding, but it had been the job I had always wanted. The hospitality business in itself was made for me, but the five star-service, the international aspect of it, I was in the right business for sure.
After years of front desk work, last year I applied for manager once the job became available and got it. It was overwhelming to get this amount of responsibility at age 32, but I loved it. Lacking time and energy for much of a social life is something I considered part of the deal for now.
The elevator doors opened and Connie was waiting for me. I stepped out.
“Mr Marroquín, the one whose plane was delayed, with the late check-in. The massage he booked got cancelled and he is quite pissy about it.”
I nodded.
“OK, I got this.”
“Do your magic!”
Connie stepped in the elevator I arrived in.
“He has been rescheduled already and he knows it.”
The doors started to close.
“Marie is here, I’m signing off after this.”
She gave me two thumbs up before the doors closed completely.
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| Emilio |
I knocked on the door.
“It’s Ray, I’m the manager”, I said.
“Yes. Come in.”
His Hispanic accent as well as stern tone was easily detected through the door. I used my card to get in his room.
“Good evening, Sir”, I started.
Mr Marroquín’s suit jacket was on the bed, but otherwise he was still wearing the same thing. The white shirt strained at the sleeves because of his muscular arms. His facial expression seemed neutral. Or, how would I know, as he didn’t look my way.
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| Emilio |
He looked in the mirror, fixing his hair and wiping his face, even though he already looked flawless. I said nothing. I had maybe taken two steps into the room.
“I travelled all day today to get here. From Buenos Aires. For the most important meeting in my career.”
He adjusted his shirt, continuing to look at himself.
I might as well not have been there. He had started a monologue. I was unsure if he even heard or recalled my name.
“An entire head office in Argentina is counting on me to nail this. To secure their futures. And look at me, I am tense. Restless. Worried.”
I could now sense where this was going. Mr Marroquín needed a massage to calm down after a day of travelling.
Unfortunately, we have no more masseurs available in the evening, and we have policies not to hire anyone externally. We say because we cannot guarantee their quality, but of course it has to do with missing out on the income.
“How do you expect me to have a good night’s sleep and do my job as I should?”
He suddenly turned to face me. He still spoke quite calmly, as if he actually expected me to answer.
“How, Ray?”
He did remember my name. He was too far away to read my nametag.
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| Emilio |
I took a few steps towards him, finally.
“Our spa closes at 8.00 PM. You have been rescheduled and your massage tomorrow will be on the house.”
He took a few steps my way.
“Tomorrow is…”
“…too late, I understand.”
Now that we were only a few feet away from each other, his expression seemed to soften slightly.
“And what you said about that tension, I struggle with that too. Do you want to know how I get rid of it?”
Mr Marroquín looked at me, puzzled. I noticed he was slightly taller than me.
“I take a deep breath in, hold it for a count of three, and let it out. Let’s do it together. Just look at me as I breathe in…”
I demonstratively took a big gasp of air, and was surprised to see Mr Marroquín immediately doing the same thing.
“One, two, three”, I said, before letting all the air out.
His facial expression started to go a bit blank but he continued to look at me.
“In”, I guided, and I could tell he was following.
“One, two, three, and out.”
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| Emilio |
Mr Marroquín’s blank expression was still the same, but his eyes weren’t looking into mine anymore. It’s like they were staring off in the distance behind me. His mouth had dropped open and his head slumped forward a little. Very slowly I saw him nodding his head.
I smiled. He was under. He was very easily guided into hypnosis, though likely he had no idea that right now, he was fully under my spell. I decided to see how much I could play with him.
“Mr Marroquín? Are you OK?”, I asked.
He blinked a few times and seemed to snap out of it. He stood up straight.
“I do believe you will be able to get rid of that tension like this.”
A smile appeared on his face. He looked incredibly attractive.
“Wow, just some breathing exercises. Thank you so much.”
“Welcome to the St. Regis Atlanta, Mr Marroquín. Let me know if you need anything else. I’m Ray.”
I extended my hand and saw his come to meet mine automatically. We shook hands.
“Call… me… Emilio.”
I shook his hand up and down at first, slowed down to then guide it from left to right. The motion combined with the eye contact was enough. Emilio’s mouth fell open again and his expression went blank. His eyelids half-closed and his gaze became unfocused.
I smiled. Such a powerful man, so big and muscular, and yet with only a few words he was completely hypnotized.
“That’s right, you can relax all by yourself just like this. All you need to do is slow down your breathing, listen to the sound of my voice as it brings you into a deeper state of relaxation. With each word I say, you feel how my voice pulls you down more and more.”
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| Emilio |
“And it’s OK to give in to this wonderful feeling, right here, right now. The more relaxed you feel, the more you can let go of all that stress and tension. And the more you let go of that stress and tension, the more you can feel how your mind and body are in need of this relaxation.”
A trail of drool fell down Emilio’s bottom lip onto his chest. I continued to calmly shake his hand, the motion helping his relaxed state. I felt his hand go limp in mine, his arm not resisting any movement at all.
“So you can just let go of all those worries and thoughts. You can allow your body to relax completely now.”
Emilio’s knees buckled and his body fell forward. His face landed against my chest as I wrapped my arms around him. He was heavy. I had to lower him onto the bed, where his arms fell to either side of his body limply. To see his muscular body suited up and laid out was a turn-on.
I sat back, next to him on the bed, so he could hear me loud and clear.
“That’s right, just feel your body sink into the bed. It just feels so good to finally let go completely. Try to empty your mind as much as you can. All you need to think about tonight is sleep. Deep, restful sleep.”
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| Emilio |
“When I wake you up from this peaceful trance, you will feel ready for bed. After I leave, you will get ready to sleep like normal. And once you get into bed, you will feel such an overwhelming sleepiness wash over you. It will be so easy for you to clear your mind of any worries and stress, let go of any tension, and you will fall into a very deep, restful sleep until you need to wake up. It will be so easy, it will feel so very good.”
I got back up. I fixed my jacket, straightened my tie and checked my hair in the mirror. I took one last look at this handsome, professional man, completely hypnotized and powerless. His legs were spread open, his powerful bulge protruding from his slacks. I smiled. I loved my job.
“In just a moment, I will count from one to five. And when I reach five, you will wake up from this trance feeling good, relaxed, and ready to go to bed. You will not remember being hypnotized, just that we did a few breathing exercises. Getting ready to wake up in 5…. 4…. 3… 2… and 1.”
Emilio’s eyes blinked open and he quickly focused on me standing over him.
“Hey. I hope that helped you get rid of some tension.”, I said.
Gradually he stood up.
“Wow. It really did.”
I could tell he was going to shake my hand to thank me, but I knew exactly what would happen if I did that. So quickly I turned and walked towards the door.
“You are welcome, Mr Marroquín. I am sure you will sleep great tonight. I will be back with your breakfast tomorrow morning to make sure your meeting will go perfectly.”
I opened the door and looked back. He seemed confused.
“Thank you, Ray. Thank you.”
I smiled and winked at him.
“Absolutely no problem, Sir. Good night.”
I let the door fall shut as I walked back to the elevator with a hop in my step. As the doors closed, I couldn’t suppress a chuckle. I had hypnotized many an angry guest, and more than once had it turned me on to see my power over them. To see them succumb to my words. Thinking they were in charge. Rich and powerful, but submissive to me.
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| Emilio |
I looked down to see how noticeable my bulge was. Instead I noticed the spot of drool drying up on my chest. I chuckled again. It was rare for me to find a guest this hot and this easily hypnotized. Emilio had become my mindless, drooling, sleepy toy. And I knew I was going to play with him for as long as he stayed here.
I had to make sure his stay here was phenomenal and that the meeting tomorrow went well. I was sure it would only mean he would stay here more often. At least, that’s what I hoped.
The elevator doors opened on the ground floor. I found Marie.
“I calmed 512 down, he should be fine now. Just to be sure, let me bring up his breakfast tomorrow, OK?”
Marie nodded and made a note on her tablet.
“Now, get out of here, you!”
I smiled and turned to walk out to my car to drive home.
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