Part 12: Brenda
“Tell me again what we’re watching?” Brenda’s mom asked.
“You know how sometimes you can’t sleep when you’re stressed?” Brenda asked.
The sexy, blonde woman nodded, her perfectly styled locks bouncing subtly. “Yeah?”
“This will help with that,” Brenda explained.
“How?”
“First they explain some breathing exercises and stretches that promote blood flow which helps you sleep. Then they take you through a meditation exercise. I tried it and it helped me sleep the night before a test. If you like it, you can listen right before bed any night you’re stressed.”
While her mom contemplated the information, Brenda did her best to hide her nervousness.
If she says no, then this is a bust. But if she says yes and I didn’t do this right then she won’t trance for Master’s video and also I’m busted! Fuck, I hope this works.
“Ok,” her mom said at last. “Let’s give it a shot. I just watch?”
Brenda handed her the headphones. “You have to put these on. The meditation uses something called binaural beats to take you deep.”
Her mom nodded as she put them on. “I've heard of those. They're supposed to be very effective.”
You have no idea.
Brenda pressed play on the video and sat back to watch her mom. The first part of the video was just as she said. Her mom listened and practised the breathing techniques. Brenda watched as she did the stretching she could do while sitting. Soon her mom's eyes began to glaze over, then flutter, then close. Brenda had edited out Master’s command to contact him. She also copied and pasted a big section after Master initially dropped her into trance so it would be like getting the programming twice.
Brenda’s grin stretched ear to ear. She sat for the next forty minutes, watching her mom until finally her eyes opened and she smiled.
“So? How was it?” Brenda asked.
“Oh my God,” her mom exclaimed. “I feel wonderful. It was like this deep, blissful nap. I can see why you recommended it. I kind of want to do it again.”
"Knock your self out,” said Brenda. “I’ll put the recording on your phone so you can listen to it whenever you like. And that way you can do the stretches without being tied to a laptop. I think that makes the meditation even more effective.”
Her mom nodded. Brenda smiled when she saw the look in her eyes. Eagerness. Desire. Lust.
“There's also an audio that's just the meditation, if you want me to put that on as well.”
“Yes, please!” her mom said as she almost forced her phone into Brenda’s hands.
Brenda did her best to suppress her smile as she turned the laptop towards her and copied files to the phone.
When she finished, she handed the phone to her mom who immediately put on headphones and rushed to her room to listen.
That’s one. Now for Rose.
Rose was easier. Brenda knew her sister would probably watch what she sent without question but, again, she had to be casual about it. She made a private YouTube video and sent Rose the link.
Minutes later.
RW: Wat dis?
BW: Jus watch. ull like it. Call me aft
RW: kk
The next hour seemed to stretch on and on. Rose didn’t call.
Fuck. What if she didn't trance? I should call.
She pulled up Rose’s number and almost dialled.
No. She might've gotten busy before watching. I don’t want to call and interrupt her in the middle. I’ll give her more time.
Another hour passed. Brenda’s anxiety grew and grew. She paced the room, checking her phone every few minutes in case she somehow missed a message.
What the fuck is she doing? Is she examining it? Finding out what’s in it? That would be bad. Why doesn’t she call?
Another hour and then finally her phone lit up with Rose’s name.
She almost answered excitedly, but stopped herself, took a couple deep breaths, and then took the video call. Rose’s rosy face appeared, her cheeks still holding a little baby fat, blonde bangs framing her face.
“So?” She sounded calm, curious, but her heart hammered in her chest.
“What the fuck did you send me?”
Jesus, she didn’t trance. Stay cool. Come up with an excuse.
“Did you like it?” She gave a playful smile.
Please say yes. Oh God. She knows.
“I fuckin’ loved it! I feel so good.”
Yes!
Rose’s brow scrunched and her little upturned nose, a mirror of Brenda’s, flared a little. “This is some hypno-thing, isn’t it?”
A chill went down Brenda's spine.
Shit. No sense lying.
“Um … yeah …”
“Yeah, thought so. I don’t remember shit about what’s in it, but it left me relaxed and happy and, I’m not gonna lie, horny.”
Brenda forced a laugh, still unsure where this was going. “Yeah, me too.”
“Sorry it took so long to call you back. I had to jill off after the second time.”
“Second time?”
“Yeah. I tried to watch it again to find out what was in it but I went under that time too. It’s his voice. It just sucks you under.”
“I know, right?”
“Yeah, so anyway, I took care of that and then showed Jasmine.”
“Wait. What?”
“Yeah. She loved it too.”
Brenda’s stomach sank.
“Rose, no. It’s just for you.”
“What? Why?”
Yeah, Brenda. Why? Fuck.
“It’s part of a, uh, project. You have to keep it secret. That’s why it’s not public on YouTube link.”
“Jasmine, she says you can’t watch it,” Rose said looking away from the camera. The camera moved until it was facing a laptop where an Indian girl with long silky black hair sat, her brown eyes open and glazed over with a serene look on her face. “Oh well, she’s under again.” The camera moved back to Rose. “I’ll tell her when she wakes.”
“Seriously?”
“Hey, if you didn’t want me to share, you should have said so.”
“Fuck. Okay. That’s on me. I guess you can both watch, but no one else. And I need you both to send a text each time you watch it.”
“Why?”
“I told you. Part of a project.”
“Sure. Whatevs. So, do you know the guy? Is he hot? Tell me he’s hot. I’ll bet Kyle is jealous if you’re in the same project group.”
“I dumped Kyle.”
“What! B, you do NOT do something like that without letting me know.”
“Sorry. It’s recent. I was gonna tell you when you get home.”
“Hold up. Did you dump him for this guy?”
“I…”
“You did! Are you fucking him?”
“I…”
“You are! Is he good?”
“He…”
“That good? Holy fuck.”
How does she do that?
“You need to send a pic of him.”
A pic? Every pic I have of Master has me in it looking like a slut.
“I’ll see if he’s cool with it.”
“Why would he not be cool with it? Just give me his social. What’s he on? IG? TikTok? Snapchat?”
“He’s not on social.”
“You’re lying.”
Am I? I have no idea. It’s never come up. But I’m not giving you his name or YouTube channel. Holy fuck! What’s his first name? Wait. Is Boratus even his real name? I never realized I knew so little about Master.
“No, he doesn’t like it.”
“Wait. Is he old? Are you fucking a prof?”
“Thirties, I think. Maybe forties. And no, not a prof.”
I guess he could be. I don’t know what he does.
“Still young enough to look good. What’s his damage?”
“He’s just private. Okay?” Her voice had more of an edge than she’d intended, but it caused Rose to back off.
“Okaaaay. So, what’s this project?”
“Pleasure stimulus.”
“Stimulii. It’s not just sound. Sight it involved. And did I hear binaurals?”
Shit, she’s picking up on everything. This may not have been the best idea.
“Fuck off. Anyway, how long does it take before you get bored with the video? Or do you just incorporate it into your routine and make it a habit?”
“Or get addicted?” Rose asked.
Fuck. She’s smart. Well, duh. She’s in college on a scholarship. Still the video worked on her. I guess intelligence doesn’t factor in.
“Doubtful, but it’s a test case.”
“How many people in these test cases?”
“Fifty.”
Sounds plausible.
“And why choose me?”
“Because we needed a few genius IQ candidates and I don’t have to test yours.”
“Makes sense. Test a range of IQs, ages, and, let me guess, various anxiety levels?”
“There’s that IQ at work.”
“163 baby. Hold up. Aren’t I supposed to fill out a consent form or something?”
“If I sent it, what would you have said?”
“Yes, but still…”
“I know my sis. I filled it out for you.”
“B, you can’t be doing shit like that.”
“Fine. I’ll send one over to you.”
Now I’ve gotta google that shit and customize the damn form. Fuck.
“Might as well send one for Jas. I’ll get her to sign it. If I didn’t feel so damn good, I’d probably be mad at you right now. Anyone else I know in this program?”
“I’m gonna ask the twins this weekend.”
“Ohhhh, that would be a great. They’re so similar that differences in their reactions would provide valuable data.”
Look at her go, all scientific. Play along.
“My thoughts exactly.”
She’s into this. I could probably get her to find subjects except there’s no way she’d buy, “They have to be sexy,” as a test case. Lucky Jasmine is lush! I’d totally do her. Heh, I may get the chance now.
“Hey, have you watched this video?” Rose asked.
“Sorta. I mean, I helped make it. Did some editing.”
“So you know what’s in it.”
“Yep.”
“Anything I should know about?”
Oh hell no.
“If I told you that would spoil the results.”
“True. Sorry.”
“No problem.”
“Wait. Don’t subjects usually get paid for participating?”
“Yeah, ‘cause we have that kinda budget. And from the look on your face, getting to watch the vid is payment enough, you greedy bitch.”
“Ha ha. Fine. Oh, what if this interferes with my studies? B, if I end up staring at the laptop for sixteen hours a day, I’m gonna kill you.”
“Don’t worry. We’ve done a small run with a similar video. No one ended up a zombie.”
Not a lie. Although Cynthia a sleepwalking slut. A slutwalker? Sin Slutwalker! Heh.
“Okay, good. But I kinda wanna watch it again. You sure it’s not addictive?”
