Life in the Mansion: Yvette Part 2 – Window Cleaner

“Sleep time for Yvette!” yelled a drunken Kimberly.

“Kim! No! I…..Yes…” was all Yvette said as her consciousness vanished, her eyes widened, and her lips curled and formed a pleasant smile.

“You’re totally hypnotized again! Look at the pocket watch for me.” Kim held the pocket watch in front of Yvette’s eyes and they immediately locked onto it. With Kimberly’s free hand, she explored the softness of her skin, her firm muscle tone, and the sheer fabric of her clothes. Kim was about to explore her body even further, until someone whispered into her ear.

“Yvette, listen to these instructions….and forget…”

A car door shut behind her and drove off

Yvette shook her head, trying to get the fuzz out of her mind. She found herself at one of the entrances of the Canyon Springs Strip Mall.

“What am I…oh yes! I must get cleaning supplies” She said flatly, in her cute French accent, suddenly realizing what she came here for as she walked in.

She strutted into one of the convenient stores within the mall, picking up her usual detergents, dishwashing liquids, latex gloves, and a bottle of water for…later.

Yvette had always excelled at inadvertently drawing the attention of everyone in the room. Her tight red shirt revealed a deep cleavage, as well as hugged her breasts, leaving very little to the imagination. Her midriff was exposed, showing off her toned midsection. Skin-tight black spandex leggings revealed an ass that made all the girls jealous.

She walked towards the checkout counter, and smiled to the young man ringing her up, when she felt something on her head and reached up. Her maids cap.

“I must not think about ‘zis cap” She said aloud, with a blank expression on her face.

“Huh? Well, yeah, it is odd that you’re wearing that” the boy asked, while eyes diverted from her tits. He looked to be no older than 18.

“What’s wrong with my outfit?” Yvette asked, annoyed

“Nothing! I …uh… you said something about your cap” The cashier pointed at her head

“What cap?” Yvette reached up above her head and felt her cap

“I must not think about ‘zis cap” She said aloud again, she looked right through the cashier for a couple seconds, waking up to the cashier waving his hand in front of her eyes.

“Ma’am, your total is $22.67” He said to the blinking French-Canadienne.

“Ah! Oui! Thank you very much!” Yvette said, and walked away.

“I’ll never do drugs” The boy whispered to himself, watching her ass sway as she left the store.

Yvette walked around the store, doing some window shopping, once in a while reaching up above her head, touching her cap, and remembering to forget. She was compelled into walking into the less-visited areas of the mall, the section with poorly-run businesses, and shady looking shops. There, she noticed a store with a sign that said ‘Tawni Hypnotherapy’.

She put her hands on the glass and over her eyes to look into the dark room. No furniture within the store yet.

“Ah, they not ready yet” Yvette thought aloud. She pulled her hands from the window, and brushed dust off her hands and hair and then it hit.

She had a brilliant idea. She would clean the windows of the practice so that it would be nice and spotless for opening day. It was quite possibly the best idea she has ever had!

“Oui! More people would be hypnotize!” Yvette squealed at her own incredible idea. There was a problem, she had forgotten a sponge!

“Titties are better than sponges!” Yvette answered herself, rapidly, pulling her shirt down.

An intense euphoria radiated from her mind and down throughout her body. Her pussy quaked with pleasure as she took out her water bottle, and lathered herself up with dishwashing liquid.

Yvette bobbed up and down along the window. Each time she rubbed up and down the window, she felt a jolt of pleasure shooting directly in between her legs. She breathed heavily and moaned, while a few people stood and watched in awe. None of them had ever witnessed a woman dry humping an imaginary cock with her tits up against a window. She came and came and came.

Suddenly, as if someone flipped a light switch. The redhead stood up, pulled up her shirt, picked up her supplies, and walked away. Yvette nodded, and smiled to the small group that had witnessed her ludicrous sexual display, as if nothing had happened. The crowd said nothing.

Yvette stepped out of the mall, with hypnotically inclined unawareness of her sudsy boobs, and cum covered leggings, and waited for her ride home.