Dr. Chris had a bit of an odd situation on their hands. Luke and Sam were both due for a session today, and Luke was a double. The only problem was that the ACMs and the CMAs were both shooting promos and shit today, which meant lots of bodyguards and other personnel. And a quick look at the bodyguard company showed that they were from Konstanytin, a company that specialized in guards resistant to everything, hypnosis included. So, Dr. Chris decided it would be easy to come to them.
Having to work his way through the front office was much easier than having to deal with the craziness involved if they came to their office. They were also concerned about how to do this. It would be an incredibly short session, one of the shortest they ever had, travel excluded, and Trevor’s new machine could fill in the blanks. Chris was now in the 1% of the 1-percenters, and so used their own money to fund it. And they arrived at the offices not much later.
Getting rid of the bodyguards was the most difficult part. It was actually quite easy, as Luke just dismissed them.
“Why you’d do that?” Dr. Chris asked.
“Sam told me you’re fucking awesome at your job, doc. We trust you.”
“Thank you. Now, is there another way out of here, just in case?”
“No, just the two doors guarded by the men,” added Sam.
“Fuck,” thought Chris. “Sam and Luke, you will no longer remember that you should not be in Celebworld. You will always think that is your home. While you are on the island, you are to remain nude, unless a guest wants you clothed. If a guest does not want you, you will remain in the celebrity village, and stay there until you are needed. If you leave, there will be dire consequences. You have the right to refuse extreme desires, such as death or self-mutilation. Anything else that would not cause serious or irreversible damage is fair game. Your new sexual identity is polysexual. You will not care who you have sex with. You will also consume pills with your breakfast daily. These pills will stop the spread of most diseases to you. I lock this in with the word, ‘Tnuh and Nayrb’. Wake up.”
Both did so, and Chris breathed a sigh of relief, as their plan worked. They needed to get them out of the building and onto a plane first, so for the first time, he issued commands in this post-trance state.
“You two are to act naturally once I snap my fingers. You will tell the guards I can escort you wherever, and then we will all get into the same car. That driver will fall under my control, and we will go to the airport. Understand?”
“Yes, Master, we understand.” SNAP!
And the plan went off without a hitch. Chris was scared the guards would detect something, but Sam and Luke looked so natural, Chris was scared it had worn off or something. Thankfully, it didn’t, and they sent the two away to Celebworld, with Chris adding a note to use the machine on Luke before the fantasy.