Chapter 3 - asserting ones self

The big, burly mover she suspected had been the one who shushed the other and was perhaps liable to chase her somehow stood looking awkward, almost afraid. And she noticed that he had a raging hard on. "We've finished, ma'am."
"Maybe the others have, but I don't think you have. Could you move that other tub of ranch dip over here?" she pointed to the tub at the other end of the counter and on the opposite side of herself from him, just barely out of her reach from where she stood. He smiled and did so. "I like the way you did that. Come back for dinner tonight, say, six, and we can discuss your..." she paused and looked down at the tent in his pants. "tip."
"Yes ma'am. And for the other movers?"
"What a gentleman, thinking of your coworkers like that. They aren't invited, but.." she fished in her purse. "the one who didn't want to move anything up the stairs for me gets nothing, and you can give this to the other." she handed him a $50 bill. She was starting to think she was on to something. Cash and sex appeal were much easier to use than hypnosis. Still, why leave anything up to chance?
While before, her life was dominated by fears and anxieties over losing her apartment, getting a new job and keeping it, the thought of spending a life alone, she now had.. well, she had a lot of food, and really, that was 90% of what she cared about. Really, unsure of whether she could safely eat while being ***ed without choking, she wasn't entirely sure what she would even do with a man if she landed one. Still, now her life seemed perfect. She apparently looked as good as she thought she did, and god was this ranch delicious..
So it was decided. She quickly began a track to get and hold onto this man, and to make him the perfect man for her. When she wasn't eating, he would feel insecure, as though he was failing her somehow. If she ever got fat, and no matter how fat, he would only be more attracted to her. And finally, that he enjoyed giving her food as much as he enjoyed giving her cock. Instead of making it so that he wouldn't remember having heard it, as people still remembered something and the blank seemed strange, she decided she would wait to find out something he wanted, and make him believe the track had been about that instead. Hell, she mused, she could get him to stop smoking or whatever also, as that could distract him from his more important tasks.
She found him very charming, if shy, when he arrived. His name was Charlie, and didn't smoke, didn't drink, was single, and was an admitted foodie, having long considered culinary school. She got out of him that he hated his job, but that it was a family-owned company that would collapse without him. "But you'll collapse with it, if that's how you spend your life." she implored him to consider his other possibilities. He asked what she did. It had been a while since she had been on a date, but she remembered that telling people she was a hypnotist or hypnotherapist never seemed to go over too well.
"I'm a psychotherapist. I mostly work over the internet, but I'm taking a break for a while." He raised his eyebrows.
"Must be nice, being able to take a break from work and at the same time move into a much larger place. I mean, the food we hauled in here alone had to have cost thousands." She didn't want to talk about her money, or where it came from. So she honed on him.
"One thing I often do for clients is to help them be more assertive. It's something I've worked at myself, successfully. For you? Consider it gratis."
"I.... I'm plenty assertive-" he began, but she had just finished the last of the food, and began to kiss him. His hands went around her waist and held her to him. He stood up, pushing his chair back in one motion, lips still locked on hers, and tipped her back in her chair, before they both were smiling too much to kiss anymore and began laughing. "There's plenty I'd like to assert."
"That isn't what you do with assertions. You just.. do them." Still holding her tipped back in her chair, his face close to hers, he grinned.
"And what do I do with you, Ms. Assertive?" She grinned back at him.
"Hope for a second date."