“Did you get what you wanted from the night club manager?” Night Club Nan went over and asked after Ned was alone. ‘I didn’t see you putting your hand down the front of his pants.’ She felt like adding, but kept it in her mind instead.“Of course.” The nightclub supplies salesman grinned. “He bought what I wanted him to and none of it was what he thought he might need for the night club before I spoke with him.” Nightclub Supplies Ned paused for a few heartbeats. “I convinced him that the night club should give you a raise in pay too.”
“Yah right.” The nightclub hostess looked skeptical. “If it involves the grandmaster of one night stands slipping his groping fingers under my g-string, I’ll pass on the increase.”
“You’ll not have to do anything different than you do now. The nightclub manager will simply offer the extra money with no g-strings attached.” Nightclub Supplies Ned then gestured his hand for her to come closer and he whispered. “You wonder why you allowed, and in fact even encouraged me, to touch the most private portion of your intimate anatomy—when doing so was completely out of character for you.”
“It’s almost all I’ve thought about.” The night club girl said. “I not sure if I should be angry at you for manipulating me or mad at myself for being slutty.”
“I can explain what happened and why.” He said. “But I want something in return.”
“Enjoy it in your memory because that one handful is all you’ll get.”
“The best way to get rid of a pesky salesman,” Nightclub Ned said mirthfully, “is to say ‘yes’ to him. Saying ‘no’ just presents him with a challenge.”
“Don’t you go anywhere yet.” Nan had seen some of her tables needed attending to.
“I’ll just go as the far away as the men’s washroom.” Then he added slyly. “But if I’m too long you can come in and drag me out.”
‘If he’s too long?’ As she went back to her night club duties, the smoking hot night club girl wondered if he intended a double meaning of his equipment for toilet use being extra lengthy. ‘He probably said it like that on purpose, and he used the quip about my coming in drag deliberately, as in pretending to be of the opposite sex.’
“I want to talk with you for a sec.” Nan’s boss, the night club manager interrupted her as she filled a table’s order.
The skinflint, skirt-chasing supervisor just came directly to the point, in offering her a nice raise in pay. As the night club supplies salesman had predicted, the raise was without any conditions to be met. Now the night club waitress was doubly curious about what Ned had to say: he seemed something of a subliminal magician or mind reader.
“I had set up the scene by telling you why the younger man made his unsuccessful pick up attempt. Then, I kept referring to you as ‘supposedly’ hot and your mind guessed that my persistence would only be quelled with a proof of temperature.”
“I remember thinking that.” Smokin Hot Nan confessed. “But I’m not aware of why I suddenly decided to open my underwear for your hand—and in a night club at that.”
“Do you recall the slightly odd hand gesture that I made?”
“You flexed your four fingers backwards,” her mind’s eye supplied the picture, “as if your felt a cramp in your hand.”
“I’ve never heard of anyone getting a Charlie-horse in the palm. And neither have you, so the gesture was unusual enough to register in your mind. Then my eyes went over to that brand name rum sign, and your gaze naturally followed mine to see what I was looking at. The two subliminal cues together prodded your action.”
“The well-known Rum brand’s ‘bat’ symbol is extremely ‘feminine’ in it’s subliminal design.” The sexy bar girl surmised on the mind control factors in play. “It’s almost a graphic representation of a woman’s widely spread genitalia.”
“My fingers were held tightly together when I flexed them.” Nightclub Supplies Ned continues the thread. “This reassured you mind in a subliminal message, that a one finger wouldn’t separate, to be more invasive.”
Your flat or slightly cupped hand would just be stroking the bat’s furry body, like petting a pussycat: instead of poking an offensive fingertip into the bat’s navel.” The hot nightclub girl harkened back to that instant she had stretched her underwear’s waistband to invite his hand inside. ‘Yes, this scenario fit.’ She had felt that it would be safe to allow him the intimacy and she did want to be rid of the ‘supposedly hot’. Then she wondered. “How could you know what would happen?”
“A prior knowledge of how all events would turn out would soon get boring. I just set things up as best as I can and let things play out as they will.” The salesman of night club products smiled. “But I’m right in my subliminal messages more often than I’m wrong.”
“You said you wanted something in return?” Nan recalled. “You didn’t say what it was and I haven’t agreed to the payment either.”
“If I just tell you,” Nightclub Supplies Ned said mysteriously, “you could use it as a bargaining chip. I’ll simply acquire the treasure I’m after from you and I’ll consider your obligation ‘paid in full’ when I’ve attained it.”
“I’m not sure if I like that.” Night Club Nan hedged. She was about to inquire of how he had correctly predicted her pay raise, or more likely, how he had wrangled it, but some other night club patrons were waving to her for another cocktail round. The subliminal message discussion would have to wait.
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