The Amazing Randy Chooses a Mate

To the reader: This story takes place immediately after "The Amazing Randy Pumps the Brakes." A third episode in the sequence is nearing completion. If you find that you like the character, I encourage you to look for other 'Amazing Randy' stories here on Literotica. Although several of the previous stories feature his 'gift' more prominently, this one is pretty much about romance, not control; no hypnotized unfortunate buxom bimbos here.

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"The Amazing Randy Chooses a Mate"

Two Can Play That Game

The trip from Kidd Valley to Sault Saint Marie took the better part of a day and featured a thrill ride in a puddle jumper as the final leg from Detroit to the Upper Peninsula. Randy and Amy retrieved his pick-up truck, a Ford F150, from the long-term parking facility and drove through the dusk to his home on Manistique Lake, arriving just after sunset. After unloading their baggage and pouring themselves a well-deserved drink, Randy asked his houseguest if she wanted a quick tour of the house. She declined.

"Randy," she said as she took her glass, "I want to do two things. I want to take this drink down to the lake and sit with you on that old bench you told me about."

"We can do that. What was the other thing?" asked Randy as he lifted his own scotch from the counter.

"Silly boy," said Amy, smiling. "I want to crawl into your bed with you. No, I want to crawl into our bed with you. Randy, you might as well know that I intend to act as though we were already a well-established couple. If the object of this try-out is for you to see if your instincts about us are correct, and you know that I think they are, then you'll have a better picture of what the future could be. Me too."

Randy took Amy's hand and guided her down the path to the lake. The night was warm and still. Crickets were chirping up a storm inside the soft blanket of late evening silence. Randy gestured for Amy to choose her seat. The master hypnotist sat close and extended his arm to offer a snuggle. Amy shifted to put her head on Randy's shoulder. He squeezed her softly as he leaned over to kiss her. When their lips parted, Amy said, "This place is beautiful, so peaceful. No wonder you did your best thinking here."

"It was here that I decided to come out to see you," said Randy.

"I know, Randy," said Amy. "You told me. That's why I wanted us to come here first."

After they had finished their drinks, Amy yawned and said, "Randy, let's go to bed." They walked back to the kitchen and Randy hefted Amy's bags for the trip to the bedroom. Randy stopped at the first door on the right, switched on the lights, and said "This will be your room." In the neatly kept, obvious "guest room" was a single bed. Amy peeked into the room and gave Randy a playful push in the lower back propelling him further down the hallway. Randy laughed out loud.

"Very funny," she said with mock indignation. "Be careful; two can play that game." They both laughed. Once into the room, which was large and featured a king-sized bed, Amy took a small bag and slipped into the master bathroom while Randy turned down the bed and opened the windows to the warm summer night.

Amy emerged wearing a flannel "granny" nightgown, which she had packed, obviously for emergencies. Before Randy could react, Amy put one hand on her hip and said, "What? You thought that it was going to be lingerie every night?"

"A man can dream, can't he?" asked Randy, wistfully as he lifted himself off the bed, leaned on one elbow, and smiled.

"Would you prefer this instead?" she asked, as she reached down and pulled the nightgown over her head. It had never even been buttoned. Underneath the soft cotton design, it was all Amy. She was completely naked, as beautiful in the flesh as any woman he had ever seen, and The Amazing Randy had slept with hundreds of women during his thirty-year career as "The World's Greatest Stage Hypnotist."

It wasn't that Randy was knock-out handsome or particularly suave, although he could be charming. His job as a supper club entertainer doing a comedy hypnotism act required him to be able to put folks at ease, and a certain amount of charm was an asset. He was just a regular-looking guy in his late forties, but in this case looks were indeed, deceiving. Randy Baumgardner was anything but "regular."

"The Amazing Randy" was the greatest hypnotist the world had ever produced. He could hypnotize anyone after merely touching his skin to theirs. A brief handshake or a hug, so long as there was skin to skin contact, was enough to open the doors to anyone's innermost thoughts. Randy's gift extended to behavioral control as well. He could induce memory loss, or leave post-hypnotic suggestions.

He had used his remarkable power to quietly accrue a small fortune, enough to buy a hundred acres with hundreds of feet of shoreline, on a beautiful lake but, other than that purchase, Randy lived a regular lifestyle. Ostentation was not his game.

The combination of his hypnotic power, along with his job, which required extensive travel from city to city, had created opportunities to bed women he chose at will, and he had. Amy had been one of those hundreds of women, but she had left a strong impression on the performer, so strong that he had decided he wanted to spend time with her, a lot more time, and had invited her to come to northern Michigan for a month or two, and maybe longer.

"Lose the undershorts, Randy" said Amy. "While we're together I want us to sleep naked, except when we're playing, of course. Then, I'll wear anything you want. I want to cuddle every night and skin-to-skin is the only way to do it."

Randy whipped off his boxers, patted the bed space next to him, and said, "I like that idea."

Amy slid under the covers and turned to snuggle up to her lover. They kissed each other, comfortable with each other's presence, and soon drifted off to sleep.

A Trip to the Big City

Randy was up early, a routine he favored when he was home. The lake was especially appealing to him at both dusk and dawn. He quietly made a pot of coffee, poured himself a cup, black because he didn't trust the lonely milk products which he'd found in his refrigerator. He walked out on the porch and sat down at the table, facing the lake. Randy knew that he was firmly into terra incognita. Amy was the first woman, other than his late mother and his friends on the garden club, who had ever been to his home. Living with a woman was totally new to him but, the transition from loner to life partner was his goal.

Randy had already finished his second cup, when Amy came out to the porch, carrying a cup of her own. The screen door closed behind her with a spring-driven "bang!" She was wearing her flannel nightie, but it both looked and felt comfortably appropriate. She leaned in to kiss her host on the cheek and slid onto the bench opposite him. "Good morning," she said.

"Sleep well?" asked Randy.

"Oh yeah. How about you? You're up early."

"It's peaceful."

"Yes, it is, and beautiful. What's on the agenda for today? I think we need to take a trip into town to do some shopping. Your cupboard's a little bare. Let me finish my coffee and then let's get dressed for the day. Before we go into town, I'd like you to give me the cook's tour."

"Can do," said Randy, smiling. "Want to get dressed for the day first?"

"Sure," said the beautiful brunette.

Randy's home was a mixture of old and new. From the outside, it looked like a typical north country summer camp. There was a porch which wrapped around the two sides of the home with the best views. One faced the lake, about sixty feet from the shore. The other side faced Randy's perennial garden, which was a vibrant, mid-summer green dappled with colors. The other two sides faced the mixed hardwood and pine forest.

The inside of the single-story house was much more modern. His kitchen was well-equipped and good-sized. Randy, who's hermit-like existence pretty much forced him to learn to cook, had enough gizmos and cooking tools for just about any level of culinary expertise. The bedrooms were modern and weather tight. The master bath featured an outsized tub-less shower with more than enough room for two. There was a second, much smaller bathroom, with a combination shower and tub for guests, accessed from the kitchen.

Other than his late mother, Randy had never once had a guest stay the night.

The far end of the porch facing the lake was a screened-in bedroom, more or less open to the elements and sparsely furnished. Amy could tell that Randy used this room frequently. She paused to imagine how very lonely the rustic room must have been on nights like the one just finished. She resolved to make sure that Randy never slept alone in that room again, unless she was away... and she was planning on staying. She loved him.

Once the tour had ended, Randy opened the door of his pick-up and Amy, clad in sneakers, jeans, and an "X-Cut" t-shirt, bounded up into the cab. Randy closed her door and then took the wheel. "Love the t-shirt," he said, referring to Amy's top, which held the logo of her bar back in Kidd Valley.

"It pays to advertise," she said with a smile as she leaned over to deposit a soft kiss on her man's cheek. "Want one? Fifteen bucks," she said with a grin. Where we headin'?" she asked.

"Well, normally I just go into Curtis and pick up my groceries and mail, but we need to stock up a bit."

"Ya think?" quipped Amy as she thought of the nearly empty cupboards and Travis Bickle-like refrigerator. She looked out over the dirt road which twisted and wound its way out to the highway. "Who plows this out in the winter?"

"During the winter I'm away performing, Amy." This access road has never been plowed since I've owned the place. Anyway, we're goin' to the big city today. It's about thirty miles away. Just about everything is about thirty miles away up here."

The "big city" was Manistique, which had a year-round population of about three thousand souls. It bordered Lake Michigan and served as the business hub of sorts for the region. It was a boating boomtown during the summer and early fall, however, after Columbus Day the tourists and "summer people" headed south. Winter business was sparse. Snowmobilers and ice fishermen helped keep the small rural hamlets, like Curtis, afloat through the long winter.

Randy pulled his white short-bed into the supermarket parking lot, but had to park a fair distance away. The summer people kept the supermarket busy. Once into the store, Randy grabbed a shopping cart and pushed it into the dairy section. "What would you like, Amy?"

"I want us to get the basics, but we need to stock up on stuff for dinner, and breakfast too. I'm a breakfast girl. When I wake up after a long night at the bar, I'm hungry. It's summertime; let's get some stuff for the grill. You do have a grill, right?" she asked.

"Well, yes and no," Randy said sheepishly as he thought of the ten-year old charcoal kettle grill which had been on its last legs for a few years. "Do you prefer gas or charcoal?"

"Gas," said Amy, "but I can do charcoal, if that's what you like. What kind of barbeque chef are you? Are you one of those guys who has to do all the cooking on the barbeque?"

Randy laughed and said, "Amy I'm the kind of guy who has done all the cooking, period, for thirty years, twenty here and ten elsewhere. If you want to be in charge of cooking, I'm just fine with that."

"We both know how to cook, my love," said Amy, giving his arm a little squeeze, "let's share it at first, but I'll do most of it if you'd like."

"I'd like," said Randy, who was concentrating on the gentle squeeze from his beautiful companion. "I'll do my fair share. I do basic stuff, but I do it well and you'll be happy to know that I'm a good breakfast cook." Anyway, nobody's ever complained about my cooking."

"Randy, how many people have actually eaten your cooking?"

"Other than my mother, exactly one," said the entertainer-turned-woodsman, chuckling, "but he gave it five stars."

Randy bought a couple of inexpensive Styrofoam coolers and bags of ice and carefully packed the perishables into the coolers, which he secured with grimy old bungee cords from the truck bed. He tied the tops of the plastic supermarket bags and piled them against the coolers like he was re-enforcing a damaged levee with sandbags. Back in the cab, he turned to Amy and gave her a kiss. "That was kinda fun," he said. "I haven't been grocery shopping with anyone since high school. You packed a bathing suit, right?"

"You know?" she confessed, "I didn't. Is there somewhere I can pick one up?"

The World's Greatest Stage Hypnotist laughed. "Take a look out the window. One in ten of the people you see actually lives around here. This is a summer resort. I think you'll be ok, bathing suit-wise. I know just the place. You can go in and shop for a suit while I duck into the hardware store to pick up a few items."

"Which do you prefer, Randy, one piece or two-piece?" she asked.

"Well, I look best in a one piece, but I already have a couple of suits. Why don't you get one of each? You know, Amy, you're on vacation. I do a fair amount of sitting and reading down by the lake. I have some beach chairs in my shed out back. It's tanning season. I expect you to be spending a lot of time in the sun, if tanning is your thing, that is. You'll manage, I'm sure. It's easy duty."

Randy pulled his pick-up into a neighboring shopping plaza and parked his truck. He pulled his wallet, selected three one-hundred-dollar bills and pressed them into Amy's hand. "We're living on a lake, Amy. Get summer vacation stuff. Remember, I don't want you paying for a single thing. Promise me."

"OK, Randy," she said, opening the door to get out of the truck.

"I'll be next door at the hardware store, but I'll be back at the truck long before you finish shopping. Take your time." Amy blew a kiss and entered the shop while Randy moved on to the hardware store. He went directly to the grill display and inspected the most expensive three-burner stove they had, a Weber. "How long does it take to assemble one of these grills?" he asked the nearest person in a red work vest.

Smiling, the department manager said, "If we do it, a little less than an hour. If you do it, the sky's the limit. I might be able to have it ready for pick-up by tomorrow afternoon."

"Hey, thanks," said Randy, offering a friendly handshake. Once the department manager took it, Randy spoke. "You will do exactly as I say. You will move the assembly of this grill to the front of the line. I would like it ready to go by two o'clock, complete with two filled propane tanks. I'll do a little shopping for accessories, which, when I return, you will send out to my truck accompanied by two strapping young helpers, who will load the grill and all accessories into the back of my truck and secure the load tightly. I will pay for everything when I pick it up. My name is Baumgardner. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, sir... two o'clock. It will be ready to go."

"Thank you, said the master hypnotist as he selected a set of barbeque tools and accessories and brought them to the counter. He was in and out of the store in fifteen minutes.

Randy waited quietly in his truck for Amy to finish her shopping until, after a half-hour, Amy emerged from the store with two bags. She was wearing a wide-brimmed summer hat, bright red, and smiling from ear-to-ear. As she jumped into the cab after stowing her purchases in the small space behind the seats, she said. "That was fun. Be careful, Randy, a girl could get used to this, real easy-like." She kissed him on the cheek and said, "I ended-up buying three suits, but two of them are bikinis. I got a little carried away. I hope you don't mind."

"A guy could get used to this as well, but I don't know, you in multiple bikinis? I'm not sure I can go for that," Randy said mock-seriously. I'm having a good time too. What's next on the agenda? Care to have lunch with me? I know a good place down by the water. There are some pretty impressive boats on this lake. I never caught the bug myself, but they are pretty cool. I have to go back to the hardware store around two to pick up something. After that, it's back to the lake."

"Sure," said Amy. "I could use a bite and a beverage. Let's go."

Two and a half hours later, the two lovers were on their way back to the camp. "What a great day," said Amy. "Being your girlfriend is fun, Randy."

Victory Dance

Randy and Amy hefted the grill out of the truck, leaving it in a corner by the back entrance to the kitchen. While Amy unpacked her stuff and her suitcase, Randy brought in the groceries and put them away, but not before removing the current occupants and discarding them down the sink and into the trash.

"Would you like me to make you a drink and go sit down by the lake?"

"Sure. I'm almost done in here. What do you have?"

"Not much, I'm afraid," said Randy as he reached up to examine the high cabinet which held his liquor supply. "We should have stopped at the liquor store. Looks like it's scotch or gin. I could make you a gin and tonic. I bought a couple limes and some fresh tonic water. It's Bombay Sapphire."

"I never figured you for a gin guy, Randy."

"Blame my mother. She wasn't a heavy drinker; neither of my folks were, but she loved gin in a martini or with tonic. She used to call it "Mother's Ruin."

"I'll have a "G and T," with you, said Amy as she emerged from the bedroom hallway into the kitchen.

The two lovers moved out to the bench by the lake. Amy curled up, feet on the bench, and leaned her head onto Randy's shoulder. After a while and a few sips of her drink, Amy said, "Randy, I've never had a real boyfriend. I've been working my entire adult life. Most guys I have dated just wanted to get into my pants. None of them was long-term material." She took a deep breath and said, "What I'm trying to say is that I really enjoyed today. I love you."

"I had fun too," said Randy, giving his lover a soft squeeze. "For what it's worth, I haven't had a girlfriend since high school. Looks like this is unfamiliar territory for both of us."

Amy snuggled in tighter. "Tonight, if you'll light a small fire in the fireplace, I'd like to make love."

"Done," said Randy. I was hoping you'd say that."

In the meantime, can we talk about sex a bit? I have some questions about your power and how it relates to our sex life. Clearly, it's already been a big part of our relationship. I know that you use your power to please yourself and the lovers you take. You used it to search my mind and then made love to me the way you thought I'd like. Obviously, you succeeded. What else can you do with your power?"

"I promised not to hypnotize you. I want to know the real you, Amy."

"Randy, this is the real me. I'm not hiding anything from you. The girl you're holding is the genuine article... and she's happy. You know that. She wants to make you happy. You know that. I'm hiding nothing from you. You know that as well. Love means telling the truth and I'm interested in your power and how you've used it on other women. Not necessarily now, but I am curious. I know that I have nothing to fear from these women."

She looked him in the eyes and said, "You chose me."

"What would you like to know, Amy? I'll tell you."

"You really don't mind?

"Not a bit. Ask away."

"Just how deeply can you control people?"