Hypno-Neighbor Ch. 01

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Note to the reader. This story contains themes of mind control and non-consent/reluctance. If this in anyway offends you please find another story. If you read on please know, it is a slow build and sets the groundwork for many, many possible pathways going forward. As always, comments and suggestions are always welcome.

Special thanks to Kenji Sato for help editing.

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Salisa Resnik is a thirty-six-year-old bank manager living in Mississippi. Her husband is a kind, understanding man she had met in college and married fourteen years ago. Understanding in part, because Salisa has a nineteen-year-old daughter who was the result of a drunken night in high school.

That night, however, brought her the joy of her life, Kaitlyn. So she considers it a gift of fate that was meant to be. Nonetheless, that night made her life so much more complicated. Mothering a child while in high school and going on to get a bachelor’s degree in finance in college, took a tremendous amount of patience and dedication, along with understanding parents.

Her father was born of Serbian immigrants and worked in a cotton mill his entire life, and her mother was raised on a farm in Mississippi. She was a stay-at-home mom to Salisa and her two older brothers, Faris and Mathias. They had already moved out when Salisa was born, unexpectedly late in her mother’s life.

Her father, Samir passed away when she was twenty-eight at the age of seventy-eight. Her mom, Martha, was a few years younger and had just turned seventy-nine and lived in a townhome nearby. Her mom was her life saver, helping raise Kaitlyn and babysitting countless hours in high school and college for free.

Kenny was the first man in college who didn’t turn and run when he found out she had a two-year-old daughter. After they dated for a year, she let him meet Kaitlyn for the first time and he’d loved her ever since. He even adopted her as his own, once they were married since the baby daddy wanted nothing to do with her, and Salisa was more than happy to not include him in her life. She never tried to chase him down for financial support.

Kenny was admittedly bi-sexual, which he disclosed on the first date after Salisa, disclosed Kaitlyn. He never really had the sex drive of the typical man, but sex was good, sensual, and regular over the years averaging twice a month, which suited Salisa just fine.

Kenny was a manager of a local Chili’s but had recently lost his job of twelve years when the restaurant closed. They were not hurting for money, but with Kaitlyn in college and his income lost, the pressure on Salisa had increased dramatically.

Her bank, and employer, was in the midst of merging with Truist, one of the large chains that had several branches in town, in addition to the four branches her current bank held. Salisa was not too worried, because she learned early that her location was the top performer of the ten combined branches, one of the newest buildings, and the most geographically isolated.

There was no danger of her branch closing. The real anxiety had come from learning that she was a top contender for regional manager, which would put her in charge of all ten branches. That would entail managing the closure of three branches, and eliminating the jobs for some of her colleagues.

She would begin interviewing on Monday for the new position, so her stress levels were growing by the minute. When she got home Wednesday evening, the house was empty. Kaitlyn was off at college at Vanderbilt, and she hoped Kenny was interviewing for a new job. Although, she really wanted to vent a little.

She walked on eggshells with Kenny as his confidence levels had dropped, after the restaurant failed. She tried to encourage him by reminding him he had one of the oldest locations in the state and it performed well for years. He tried to convince management to upgrade, but then covid hit and funds dried up. He did a good job of milking the life out of the facility and kept it afloat longer than most.

Now, as she faced the uncertainty of new management of her own, and the possibility of a new, expanded role; the weight of the world seemed to rest on her shoulders. Needing to vent, she decided to go for a run. She quickly ditched the skirt and suit jacket for running shorts and a sports tank-top.

With her phone in her running shorts thigh pocket, and Bluetooth headphones, she fired up Spotify with Dua Lipa and began her run. The neighborhood was a newer development with wide sidewalks and two park areas with running paths. As she started down the block, she noticed some new neighbors moving in.

A woman that looked to be forty-ish waved at her, then returned to directing the movers. She wore shorts and a tee, and had an aura of elegance, even in her moving clothes. Salisa thought about getting her mom to bake her something, to welcome her new neighbor.

As she ran, she could feel the stress levels begin to lower. She ran the three blocks to the first running path and circled the park Ümraniye travesti twice, for a total of a mile and one half.

Unfortunately, on the second lap, she let her mind go back to her work issues and by the time she finished, she was stressed again. Frustrated, she decided to go to the second park, about a quarter mile past the house in the other direction. This time, she ran double-time, determined to run the stress out.

The increased speed was helping, and she was gonna run the second loop in record time and forget about everything. She ran back on the opposite side of the street and as she neared her house her phone buzzed. As she stopped to check it, her eyes rolled, and she gave a growl. Then she noticed the new neighbor was watching her from two houses away.

Salisa gave her a frustrated smile, and pointed at the phone, expressing her frustration. The woman gave her a knowing bump of the eyebrows and returned the smile. When Salisa saw it was Kenny, she felt bad.

“Hey hon, how’s it going?” she asked, cheerily.

“Well, Mark called and talked me into golfing this afternoon and we’re thinking about getting a few drinks in the bar, They have a dinner special going on in the clubhouse. Do you mind…”

Salisa was disappointed, but Kenny sounded so much happier than he was that morning. So, she quickly gave her blessing.

“Don’t worry, you have fun. I’m on a run, I’ll take a shower and have some leftovers. It’s all good.” She was panting.

“You sure? How was your day, by the way. Sounds like maybe not so good if you’re running hard. Anything new with the merger?” he asked, as Mark asked him something in the background.

“Nothing new, go have fun, I hear Mark. Talk to you later.” She hung up and sighed.

She walked slowly, panting, trying to motivate herself to get back to running.

“There’s just never any ‘me time’, is there?”

Salisa looked up, startled. Her inner voice had already spit out an answer. ‘There hasn’t been ‘me time’ since I was sixteen.’ But she quickly pushed the negativity back and put on a smile.

“Sometimes, it seems that way.” She reached out a hand. “Hi, I’m Salisa. I live right there with my husband Kenny and daughter Kaitlyn.”

“Dr. Addison Mertow. Pleasure to meet you.”

Salisa thought, ‘Doctor, oh boy, I can already feel the condescension.’ Expecting a clammy, limp handshake, she was quite surprised. Her grip was firm and her hand warm.

“Welcome to the neighborhood, Dr. Mertow, let me know if…?”

“Let me start over. Call me Addison. I sometimes put my title up as a defense when I meet new people. You’d think a psychologist wouldn’t get nervous around people.”

Salisa thought, ‘Wow, for being nervous, she sure makes eye contact.’ Her blue eyes never looked away.

Salisa smiled and shook her hand again, also not breaking eye contact. “Welcome to the neighborhood, Addison, I’m Salisa. If there’s anything you need, I’m two houses down and willing to help. In fact, if you need a bank, I’m the manager of the Neighbors Bank, about a mile from here. I can hook you up.”

“Bank manager? Impressive. And I love the name. Neighbors Bank, really? Sounds perfect. In fact, I don’t have a bank yet. Are you working tomorrow?”

“I am working tomorrow, starting at nine. But, full disclosure, we’ll be Truist soon, they just bought us for a merger,” replied Salisa. “But, it’s a great bank close by and has great people.”

“You sold me. I’ll have to come by tomorrow.” She looked down at their hands, not wanting to be the first to break contact.

Salisa released her grip and smiled again. “How’s the move going?”

“Actually, very well; the movers are wrapping it up. I’m gonna call it a day and figure out what to do for dinner,” replied Addison.

“Join me. We have a ton of leftover spaghetti. I’ve got red wine and garlic bread…”

“Thanks but look at me. I’m a mess and you’ve got a family…”

Salisa noticed a touch of sadness in her tone. “I’m all alone tonight. Kaitlyn’s at Vandy, and Kenny’s with his friend.” She looked Addison up and down. “You, my lady, are by no definition a mess. Look at me.”

Salisa suddenly realized how sweaty she was and cringed.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to…”

“I insist. I know what moving is like. Who doesn’t like spaghetti? It’s leftovers, it’s easy, it’s comfort food…” Salisa looked at her, wide-eyed, hands up, like a smiling-shrug emoji.

“Less than five minutes and you’ve sold me twice. I hope you don’t sell cars on the side. I just got a new one. Why do I think you could convince me I need two?”

Salisa laughed. “Don’t worry, I only sell boats. I notice you don’t have one in the garage. Just kidding. Can you give me a half hour to shower and then come over?”

“That would be perfect, I will settle up with movers. I should probably shower…”

“Nonsense you are fine. See you in half an hour.”

Suddenly, a look of confusion washed over Addison. “Did you say Kaitlyn’s at Ümraniye travestileri Vandy, as in Vanderbilt?”

“Yes, she’s studying computer science…”

“Is she a child prodigy, or something?” asked Addison, still looking confused.

“She’s nineteen and a sophomore–“

“No way, you can’t possibly have a grown daughter.”

Salisa grinned. “I’m gonna like having you around. See you soon.” Salisa blushed and turned for home. As she did, she laughed. The interrupting phone call was just what she needed. Her stress level had dropped to zero.

She showered, put her hair in a ponytail, threw on sweats and a T-shirt, and pulled out the leftovers just as the doorbell rang. She greeted Addison, who was holding a bottle of wine.

“I didn’t want to come empty handed, I had a bottle of Chardonnay. I know red is the usual choice with red sauce…”

“No worries. It’s Whine Wednesday anything goes…”

“Do you listen to Rachel and CeCe’s podcast?”

“Oh my god, I do, sometimes. How funny. Sorry, come in. I didn’t mean to keep you standing in the doorway.” She pointed straight ahead. “Kitchen’s down there. I was just gonna start warming it up.”

As she put the bread in the oven, they opened the wine and chatted while she warmed the spaghetti on the stove.

“So what brings you to our neighborhood, Dr. Mertow?”

“Actually, I grew up about thrifty miles from here. I’ve been living in Atlanta and just went through a divorce. My youngest, Michael, got married last year and moved to Denver. My oldest, Samantha, lives in Miami, so I decided to move back home and get a fresh start. My partners bought me out of the practice and I’m gonna start my own.”

Salisa’s eyes widened in shock, from the flood of information.

“Too much, too quick?” asked Addison.

“No, no, not at all, sounds like you’ve got a lot going on. Is it gonna be too much ‘me time’?” asked Salisa, as she pondered making such a drastic life change so quickly.

“I don’t think so. With the kids gone, it’s been FaceTime and Teams calls for some time. Tony was never home anyway. He runs an import company and spends most of his time in China.

“I’ll be busy getting private practice going. I already have clients lined up. In fact, I have appointments at the house tomorrow. I’m gonna start there and, if it takes off, get an office somewhere downtown, maybe.”

“I’m impressed, how did you get clients lined up already?” Salisa asked, amazed.

“I have a few family friends and high school acquaintances who are doctors. They have some patients in need and a few wealthy friends who can’t ever get enough therapy.”

They were on their second glass, as the bread was finished, and by the end of dinner at the kitchen counter, were well into a second bottle.

During dinner, Addison turned the discussion back to the distressed phone call.

“So, I imagine a bank manager doesn’t actually get to work bankers hours? Was that the call you got earlier, if I’m not too nosy.”

Salisa, chuckled. After what Addison shared, asking about the phone call was nothing. “No, I actually feel bad. I was trying to run off some stress, and it was working when the phone interrupted me. I thought it might be work, but it was actually Kenny. I felt bad when I heard his voice. He’s going through a tough time…”

With the second bottle of wine gone, Salisa spilled her life story from getting pregnant at sixteen, to Kenny losing his job and her changing career path. Addison seemed to hang on every word, listening intently and never breaking eye contact. She really seemed to care. Before they knew it, they had downed half another bottle and Salisa was beyond tipsy, and into the land of drunk.

When she finished telling of her pending interviews and her job uncertainty, Addison put on her phycologist hat and offered some help.

“Salisa, I can help you with this. Have you ever tried hypnotherapy?” she asked, with an obvious passion.

“No, I’ve never needed any kind of therapy…”

“Salisa, forget the stigma your mind has attached to therapy. It can really help with confidence, as well as stress and anxiety. All of which you could use right now.”

“You know what, you’ve already helped. I really appreciate you letting me vent. It has been a great distraction and stress relief. The wine didn’t hurt, either.” Salisa smiled and raised her glass.

Addison touched her glass and took a drink. “To the wine!” She giggled with her. “You know what else helps? Masturbation.” She answered her own question without waiting for an answer.

“Here, here! My fingers never finish too quickly!” replied Salisa, and they both nearly fell off their chairs, laughing.

“And my vibrator can go all night!” Addison added.

“Amen, sister!” said Salisa, still doubled over. “That reminds me, I need some new batteries.”

Both could barely breathe from laughing so hard. When they finally stopped, Salisa looked at the clock and it brought her back to reality.

“Damn, Travesti ümraniye it’s ten o’clock. I’ve gotta get up early tomorrow. I need my monthly reports done early if I’m gonna interview Monday.

Just then, Salisa’s phone rang. It was Mark.

“Hello Mark? What’s up.”

“Hey Salisa, this is Tammy, actually. Everything’s fine, the boys are watching March Madness, and they are lit. We have the sleeper in the man cave. It’s probably best Kenny just sleeps it off. Mark’s off tomorrow again, and has been leading Kenny astray, I’m afraid.”

Salisa chuckled. “Not sure which one’s the bad influence with those two.”

“They’ve had a great time today.”

“Thanks for putting up with them, Tammy. Thank Mark when he sobers up. Kenny really needed this; I think. Although, he might not agree in the morning. Sorry you had to babysit. I owe you one. But hopefully, I won’t have to return the favor.”

“Well so much for talking to Kenny tonight,” sighed Salisa. She took a sip and a step and nearly fell over. “I think I’m a little too drunk anyway. Thank you for listening, though. I really did need that. You are such a good listener. You clearly chose the right career path.” She sat back down and smiled, looking at Addison.

Addison’s blue eyes were locked on hers, as Salisa spoke.

Salisa toasted again, “To new friends.” She drank and found herself unable to stop. “I’m so glad that phone rang, or I’d have run right by and may have never really talked to you. I can’t even tell you the names of the people that lived there before. Isn’t that funny how one little annoying phone call turned my day around. I can’t tell you how much I need this,” said Salisa, as she poured out the last of the bottle.

“I have not thought about work, Kenny’s job, or any of that… just conversation. I’m so glad you came over tonight. You are such a caring person. And such an inspiration– to return home on your own, to buy a house, and to start a new practice. Your confidence level is amazing. I’m so sure you will kick ass with your practice. I hope we can do this again soon. I feel like I have a new BFF. I haven’t really had one since Cathy moved to Tulsa. Oh God, that’s creepy. I’m drunk; please don’t think I’m creepy. I’m gonna shut up now. Say something.” Salisa took a deep breath and looked panicked.

“Salisa, honey, relax and breathe, sweetie,” Addison said calmly. “You are such a nice surprise to my day, too. Yes, that was slightly creepy, but I feel the same,” joked Addison.

Salisa sighed, smiled, and resisted the urge to talk.

“You, young lady, are the inspiration. You have overcome so much. A single mom at sixteen, finished college, and went on for an MBA, while raising a young woman, who’s kicking ass at Vanderbilt. On top of that, you’re a bank manager about to be managing ten branches while nurturing your husband through tough times. Not to mention a body to die for. That jogging outfit, wow.”

Salisa blushed.

Addison continued, “I hope we do this again, too. I suddenly don’t feel so alone in my hometown.”

“Anysling you neeth,” Salisa slurred. “Shit, I’m drunk.”

“Seems I might be your bad influence, as Mark is to Kenny,” joked Addison.

“I think the jury’s still out on which one’s the bad influence here, too.” Salisa smiled.

Addison reached across the counter and took Salisa’s hands in hers. “Hopefully, we’ll remember this in the morning,” said Addison, softly, as she looked Salisa in the eyes.

“I needed a friend today, too, Salisa. I’m so glad you invited me over and I hope we do this a lot. A lot less wine, but a lot more conversation.”

Salisa grinned and nodded.

“While I still have your attention. I hope you will let me help you through the interview process. Hypnotherapy will help, I promise. It will help you relax, focus on the positive and be more confident.”

“Not everyone can be hypnotized, can they?”

“Not everyone, but if there is trust with the therapist, most people can.”

“Have you ever been?”

“Yes, I have. One of my former partners and I had a session once per month. It is as relaxing as a post-orgasm endorphin rush. I promise you.”

Salisa giggled. “But does it last?”

“Yes, we can establish a trigger or a routine of relaxation that you can do anytime. The monthly tune-up helps keep me on course.”

“How much do you charge?”

“Salisa, we’re friends, I couldn’t take your money.”

“No, no, you are starting a business. I’d have to pay you.”

“Pay me back with dinners. I’m a lousy cook. You’d be doing me a favor.”

She spoke so calmly, Salisa found it hard to refuse her, but she didn’t believe she needed therapy, of all things.

“I’m sorry, I can’t. I won’t take advantage of you anyway. I don’t think you could hypnotize me, anyway.”

“I have an opening at two PM tomorrow. I’ll see you there and you can prove you’re right.”

Salisa found it impossible to match her eye contact and looked away. “No, I can’t leave work anyway, there’s too much going on.”

Addison tugged on Salisa’s hands. “Salisa, honey, look at me.” She looked her in the eye. “You are the bank manager. You decide if you want to step out and delegate the authority to someone else. If you’re going to be promoted, you need to groom someone for your role, right?”

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