Samantha Fox was the hottest girl in school. She had long, flowing scarlet hair that was pulled back in a ponytail with a nice point on her forehead, voluptuous lips painted red, a thin yet curvy body, and a silver pocket watch with a bat engraved in it always dangling around her neck wherever she went.

Every boy (and even some girls) wanted to date her and she wanted to date all of them, but only one at a time. She had boyfriends for as long as a few months to as short as 2 days, and the selection was always random. Some jocks, some nerds, some preppies, but always someone.

She was going out with Tom McLaughlin at the moment, but it looked as if thins wouldn’t last another day. As I walked into Science class, I heard kids whispering that they broke up and Samantha was going to choose she next boyfriend that day.

There was always gossip about Samantha as she was the most beautiful kid in school. All of the guys wanted her and all of the girls wanted to be her but as much gossip as there was, no one really knew much about Samantha. People knew that she always wore black (black leggings with a small red skirt over them and a tight black t shirt with a v neck today), but wasn’t Goth. She loved math and Latin and got strait A’s but never did her homework. The most mysterious thing was what happens in her basement, where all of her boyfriends go. They all come and go but never tell anyone anything.

Samantha walked into class, with her bat pocket watch swaying back and forth on her neck. As she came in, she looked right at me (the world record for boners must have just been broken), walked over, and sat right next to me. At this point I knew who her next boyfriend was before she asked me in her mellifluous voice,

“Hi Mark. Do you want to come to my house and study after school today?”

“S…ure” I answer nervously.

I had dated plenty of girls before but this was my dream coming true. We stared at each other for the rest of class before the bell rang. I had never noticed her green eyes before. They were magnificent, I felt lost in them the moment I looked.

Alas class had ended and we stopped staring at each other and went off to our other classes.

“Meet you in the parking lot at 3:15?” she asked.

“I’ll be there!” I replied enthusiastically.

The three periods that I had left zoomed and left me spinning as I met Samantha at our appointed time in the parking lot. She greeted me warmly, hugged me, and for the first time, kissed me with her cherry lips. It felt so nice to be with her. We walked to her car and got in. I had never seen it before and looked around and saw it was all black leather. It looked like a normal car with books and a box in the back seat but the only odd thing was a round crystal dangling from the mirror.

We sped off and talked about school. For most of the ride, my eyes were fixated on the crystal; I couldn’t focus on anything else. She stopped talking and looked at me and just said the word “sleep” in a new mellifluous voice I had never heard from her before, and I was out. When we got there, I head her say

 “2…1…Wake up!”

I didn’t know what happened.

“I must off dozed off or something. Sorry, I’ve been tired lately” I told her in an attempt to make up for falling asleep on my date.

“It’s all right, my house is far away and the crystal has that affect on people” she replied.

I blushed as I did not realize she knew I had been staring at the crystal but then thought about how she couldn’t have since I had been so fixated on it. We got out of the car and walked into an older looking, black house that looked like the kind of house from a horror movie.

“You can leave your backpack” she said “I really didn’t want to study, I wanted to show you something.”

She led me to an old musty door and opened it to reveal stairs leading downwards. I thought this was the greatest day of my life, I was finally seeing the mysterious Fox basement. I could finally tell everyone what was down there. We walked down the stairs and down a hallway with numbered doors. We entered the one numbered “7”.

Inside there was a couch, some chairs and the normal décor you might see in a therapist’s office. All of the seats were facing towards one blank wall. I sat on the couch as Samantha walked in and closed the door.

“I know you must have heard of the famous ‘Basement of Mystery’ that everyone talks of but no one knows of. I take all of my boyfriends here on our first date, if you’re wondering and we come here for our date every time we go out. Sure, we might see a movie or eat out but it always ends here.” She said.

Slowly she removed the pocket watch from her neck with its long gold chain and intricate bat design on one side and completely unmarked on the other. It was beautiful and for some reason, now that I was looking at it, I couldn’t take my eyes off it, just like the crystal. I even tried this time as Samantha held the watch like a pendulum and said

“The mystery behind me is that I love 3 things, blood, hypnosis and sex. All of the boyfriends that I have are all hypnotized and they can never repeat what goes on here. It might scare people from wanting to date me.” She said with a smirk as she started the watch back and forth.

It went back and forth, at first slowly, then a little quicker, until it was consistently moving back and forth, with my eyes following. She started to talk as my head started turning with my eyes to watch:

“You are feeling relaxed, watching the watch move back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Watching with glee knowing that you will soon enter a trance and be completely helpless, yet you already are. Watching the watch move back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Your eyes are growing tired and heavy as you watch. Heavier and heavier, like bricks were tied to them.”

By now my entire body was keeping a firm tempo with the watch. I had no thoughts in my head and was completely enthralled.

“You are so captivated, and entranced there is nothing else you want to do but watch me. I am going to tell you some suggestions will be implanted into your subconscious brain in a minute. For now watch my swinging watch move back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.”

The watch swung for what seemed to be 3 hours, and I never blinked.

“Good, good. Now, repeat after me, you belong to Samantha.”

"I belong to Samantha” I replied drowsily, feeling the, now cinderblocks, pulling down my eyes.

“You love Samantha.  You will do anything she says.”

“I love Samantha. I will do anything she says”

“You can stop repeating now. You look a little tired. Something wrong? Oh, I see you are waiting for me to tell you that magical world that will send you plummeting down into a trance and make you mine forever. 3….2….1…..Sleep!” she commanded.

My head fell back and my mind with it. I could feel Samantha taking off her bra and panties as she rubbed her breasts on my bare body. She said the word “rise” and my penis rose 2 times what I ever thought it could. As she said the word “sex” I got up and started fucking her.

After a long time that seemed like years, she said “That’s enough. Now sleep!” and I fell back as she stood there grinning, naked with blood dripping down from her face.

She had shown me the sex and hypnosis part of what she loved and now the blood. She smiled and I saw 2 of her teeth start to grow longer and sharper, into fangs. She slowly knelt her head down to my groin and bit into my soft skin, sucking my blood. I was fast asleep but heard about it later, then promptly forgot when she uttered the word “erase”.

The next morning I woke up standing at school with my books and backpack hearing the bell right, and seeing Samantha blow me a kiss for our upcoming second date.

Note to all who read and enjoyed this: This is my first story and leave comments if you think it is good and if you think I should do another.