Vera Mystica

Commissioned by: anonymous

Written by: Danni Lynn

Date: December 8th, 2023

Word Count: 3,000 words

Synopsis: When a local Minneapolis law firm prepares to submit a proposal which could destroy LGBTQ employees' workplace protections and rights; vigilante, Gabriel Andrade, takes the law into his own hands and decides to stop the movement all by himself with his powers of hypnotic seduction.

CW: PG-13 for some scary moments, hypnosis, and seduction.

A modern skyscraper on the Minneapolis city-skyline stood tall as the nighttime streetlights reflected off its shimmering glass and steel structure. One would think such a beautiful building was a beacon of great ideas and hard work for the better of humanity. Gabriel Andrade certainly thought that with the way the wind curled around the upper floors and descended to rustle his hair. It was an awe-inspiring sight. But it wasn’t the building nor what it stood for that lifted his spirits. The law firm of Caplan & Tamburino was a despicable group and its pending downfall at his own hands, warmed his heart.

Gabriel walked into the first-floor lobby in full drag. As the persona, Vera Mystica, he was dressed in a form-fitting black leather body suit decorated with red halters and belts accenting his waist, thighs, breast, and shoulders. Vera Mystica wore a platinum-blonde wig that waterfalled over his shoulders and down to her waist. His most eye-catching feature was his piercing eyes, decorated in heavily painted eyeliner and shimmering eyeshadow.

During the day, Gabriel worked at the Borman Law Firm where he had overhead his coworkers talking about a case between Caplan & Tamburino and the infamous homophobic Kasper van Calcar. If the documentation for the case went through, Calcar would gain the ability to systematically flush out non-heterosexual employees at his company. If the file was never turned in… Calcar would not only become a laughingstock in the world of law, but he would lose an astronomical sum of money hung up on the related court case.

Inside the lobby of Caplan & Tamburino, Gabriel, now Vera Mystica, was thrumming with energy. The front lobby was dark save for a few lights. It was just as he imagined it would be.

Only last week, Gabriel had sat at home reading the newspaper when he discovered Fabulous Ivy’s story and how the talented drag queen single-handedly took out an entire bank-staff with hypnosis during a robbery. He may be no Fabulous Ivy, but Gabriel had another trick up his sleeve. With his own unique skillset, he was here to complete a daring mission.

The lobby stretched out with a single walkway carpet leading to a receptionist’s desk. On each side of the room, sitting areas with wrinkled magazines stacked on steel coffee tables populated the space. Behind the receptionist desk were the doors to the elevator. That was where Vera Mystica had to go. Caplan & Tamburino was somewhere a few floors up, just within reach.

A single man sat at the receptionist desk. He was hunched over with his eyes locked on the monitor and did not notice Vera Mystica’s entrance. Vera Mystica approached stealthily, his hips waving in rhythm to his footsteps. The carpet muffled his high heels’ strikes.

Slipping around to the back of the desk, Vera Mystica peeked over the man’s shoulder. Several monitors all tuned into the building’s security cameras sat on the desk. Despite little activity taking place in each screen, his focus was glued to one where a black woman with long black hair was sitting at her desk, working.

The man moaned and sank his chin into his hand.

“Oh, Maya Gray… another late night, beautiful…”

Vera Mystica twisted a smile across his plump lips.

“Your lover?” Vera Mystica asked. The man jerked upright in his seat and spun around. The man was in his thirties and his brown eyes were dark against the backdrop of his blonde hair and beard. He leapt up and stumbled back into his desk in surprise.

“Wh-what?! Where did you come from? What are you—”

Vera Mystica lifted a finger and held it to his lips as he shushed him. “Don’t panic, just look at me…” The man’s name tag on his collar read, “Lucas Spencer.” “Lucas, do you really mean to ask me, ‘what’ I am? Have you never been blessed with the presence of a Latino drag queen?”

“I—I don’t know?”

“I am a sight to behold,” Vera Mystica teased. “Now look at me. Look at my finger.” He held out a manicured nail and hovered it by his earring. He tapped the shivering jewelry as Lucas’ eyes locked on it. All he needed to do was catch his attention and then the hypnosis would begin.

Gabriel had spent years perfecting his hypnosis techniques. Friends and family were beguiled by the possibilities and were more than happy to help him practice. But those had always been willing and consenting minds. In the case of Lucas Spencer, he wondered if all his practice would pay off and work the same.

Lucas’ eyes dilated and his mouth went slack.

It worked. Vera Mystica took a steadying breath and continued tapping on his earring. “Lucas, let your breathing match the beat of my finger. Let this echo your heartbeat and calm your mind. The voice you hear is a friendly one, one to help you relax and get the rest you always deserved…” Vera Mystica spoke slowly, his voice deepening into a honeyed drip.

“You will feel your body begin to relax. Follow it and chase the deepness of sleep.”

Lucas’ head tilted forward, his chin doubling over his neck.

“Sleep.”

His eyes fluttered closed, and he slumped back into his chair without a complaint.

Vera Mystica held his breath, still tapping his earring just in case the man woke up or stirred from the spell. His finger slowed and he put his hand down and tucked his hands to his bosom.

“Lucas?” Vera Mystica whispered. He bit down on his lip as excitement flooded him. He really did it—he did it!

On the screen Lucas had been watching, the signage for Caplan & Tamburino was visible on the desk where Maya was working. An elevator conveniently in shot outside her office door had the number “7” above it.

“Bingo,” Vera Mystica whispered.

***

Vera Mystica stepped off the elevator and onto floor seven. The office hallway was dark with a single golden pool of light at Maya’s door. Vera Mystica made a b-line for the office and stood over Maya’s desk with her hands on his hips.

“Lucas—I told you I had to stay a little later today. There is no need to lock up the—” Maya looked up and gasped. “Who—”

Vera Mystica tapped Maya on the forehead and began talking her down with a melodic pattern of speech. His beauty, even in the presence of a gorgeous woman like Maya, still had its powers as both his calming voice and alluring looks took all her attention. It was the heady mixture of his exoticism, someone not normally seen in a traditionally corporate office space, and the sheer surprise of his appearance.

The creases of concern wrinkling Maya’s forehead and her eyes relaxed. Gold earrings and an expensive necklace decorated and accentuated her sharp features. He could tell why Lucas was potentially obsessed with this woman. She slipped easily into a trance.

“Tell me where the papers for the Calcar case are.”

“They are with Wyatt Hopkins. Would you like me to go get them for you?” Maya asked.

“Good girl,” Vera Mystica purred. “That won’t be necessary. Tell me where I can find this Wyatt?”

“Two doors down on the left. He’s the reason I’m still here. He says—”

“You poor thing. Have the documents been submitted yet?”

“No, we are behind. They wanted it rushed.”

“Do you know why the project is being rushed? Why is this so important?” Vera Mystica inquired. He wanted her to spill the truth and condemn this company to its dark actions.

“Wyatt said it is going to change the entire industry. More freedom to choose who or who is not employed to preserve the image of the company.”

The monsters up top were always good at naming their actions as crusades. All the more reason to stop the case. “Very well. You’ve done well, Maya. Now it’s time to get some rest,” Vera Mystica said. He stepped back, releasing his hold on Maya’s attention. Maya slipped further down in her chair, her blouse rumpling above her chest. Her eyes stayed open but they peered around as if in some magnificent dream.

Vera Mystica went back out into the hallway and went looking for Wyatt’s office. The seventh-floor hallway stretched away into darkness, but a thin golden light escaped underneath a door only a few feet away. Walking over, Vera Mystica tried the handle—it was open—and slowly opened the door. Peeking in, he found Wyatt sitting with his back to him, as he looked out a dark window behind his desk.

Vera Mystica’s form appeared in the doorway and was reflected in the window. Gabriel’s naturally slender build was lithe and powerful. His hair fell to roll over his breasts and his corseted waist was a delicious dip in the contour of his shapely body. Vera Mystica put a hand on his waist and popped a hip as he waited for Wyatt to react to the sudden queen in his doorway.

Wyatt wore a green suit jacket that bunched around his shoulders as he sat relaxing in his chair. In the warm light of his desk lamp, his light chestnut hair darkened into an umber brown. Wyatt did not jump up or startle. He stiffened, his hand stranded midair halfway to his chin, when the office door opened. He slowly put his hand down and turned his chair around. A pristinely arched eyebrow, within a furrowed set, framed Wyatt’s emerald-green eyes. His mouth opened to a little “o,” and his Adam’s Apple bobbed as he swallowed around a lump in his throat.

“Speechless?” Vera Mystica asked. Wyatt’s desk was covered in papers, folders, and binders, no doubt related to the Calcar case he had been working on. Vera Mystica compartmentalized that finding and focused on the strange creature that was Wyatt. He didn’t react or become disgusted as most heterosexual men did, when face to face with drag.

“You shouldn’t be in here,” Wyatt managed. “Office hours are closed. Did Lucas let you in?”

“Lucas was more than happy to let me do as I want,” Vera Mystica said. He approached Wyatt and came around the desk. As he spoke, he leaned forward and shimmied his shoulders slightly with a conniving smile. “But I came up here to see you.”

“M-me?” Wyatt sputtered. His face colored. His eyes darted to the papers on his desk.

He had him right where he wanted him. Leaning in close until they were eye to eye, Vera Mystica traced his knuckles down Wyatt’s clean-shaven cheek. The faint scent of white-musk and pine aftershave stirred from his touch. Wyatt’s eyes widened but he didn’t move to push Vera Mystica away. He sank hesitantly into his touch, already under his spell.

Keeping eye contact, Vera Mystica began to whisper to Wyatt, to softly pull information from him, without disrupting his attention.

“Sweetie, I need your help. Can you help me?”

Wyatt nodded. A whimper escaped his lips.

“Good boy. Can you tell me if the papers on your desk are related to the Van Calcar case?”

“Y-yes, they are,” Wyatt answered. He trembled, his forehead tapping against Vera Mystica as he tried to move closer. Vera Mystica kept one firm hand on him but coaxed him close with his left hand, tracing his chin and tickling his cheek with his touch.

“Very good. Are there any other files related to the case stored elsewhere?”

“Just those. Everything is almost all done.”

“Can you tell me why someone like you is helping with this case?”

“It’s my job.”

“Have you had many girlfriends, Wyatt?” Vera Mystica’s fingers stroked up and down from his temple to chin. Wyatt’s eyes began to close as he drifted deeper under his control.

“Not really, I tried. I really tried.”

“Did you want to be with them?”

“I was being polite…”

“Then why is a man like you helping with this case?” Vera Mystica asked. Beneath his hands, Wyatt was becoming undone. He pushed against him, leaning like a dog begging for a pet. Sweat began to bead on his brow. The want and need within him was blossoming, finding strength under Vera Mystica’s control. Vera Mystica savored it, breathing in the power he was enjoying.

“I can’t let them know…” Wyatt muttered.

“Know what?”

“I can’t…”

Vera Mystica tilted his face to bring his lips to Wyatt’s. The young man trembled. The soft flesh of his bottom lip brushing up against Vera Mystica’s, almost like a question. It was a need to connect, to meet, but Vera Mystica held back for a moment, teasing him.

“I can give you what you want. I can free you from your self-proclaimed bounds,” Vera Mystica whispered. “With me, you can taste kisses infinitely more enjoyable than any kiss a woman has ever bestowed upon you…”

Wyatt opened his mouth, releasing the heady mixture of a gasp and a whine as his hands locked onto Vera Mystica’s waist and he begged for his attention. Vera Mystica gave in, pressing his lips to Wyatt’s in a rush of warmth. Wyatt’s lips gave way to his, open and yearning as he was gifted the most savory of passions. His hands roamed his body, grasping at his breasts then curling around his behind as Vera Mystica sat on his lap and twisted his fingers in his light hair.

As eons of ecstasy flashed through Wyatt’s mind, it all came to a crashing halt as Vera Mystica pulled away and put a hand on his chest to keep him back from the honeyed love he had just tasted. Wyatt strained underneath him for more, his eyes widening and tears gathering at his eyelashes.

“You silly man,” Vera Mystica murmured. He kissed him again, a flurry of short pecks, each bending Wyatt into a creature of misery as he begged for more. The kisses and retractions fell in a steady rhythm and soon Wyatt fell still, his wide eyes globe-like in the dim office.

“Stay still and fall back into your dreams,” Vera Mystica said. He got up from Wyatt and brushed himself down to shake away the moment. He was flush with satisfaction to see the whimpering man fall into an endless bliss. Tapping his forehead, Vera Mystica pushed him back.

“Now sleep until the morning sun,” Vera Mystica whispered. Wyatt’s eyes closed and his body, rigid with need, released as if changing in thought, and sagged into the chair.

“Sweet dreams,” Vera Mystica murmured. His allure disappeared and a steely determination overtook his features. The papers of the infamous case were on the desk and within his reach. If these missed their due date tomorrow, Van Calcar’s entire plan would go up in flames.

Smirking, Vera Mystica began gathering up piles of papers in his arms. Notes, clippings, official forms, correspondence, and more were taken and fed one by one into the office’s paper shredder. The whir of the little machine stirred visions of triumphant joy. Workers—even painfully closeted people like Wyatt—would be protected, further enshrined in the steps of equality the LGBTQ community had made over this past decade.

Once the last paper was shredded, Vera Mystica stood up and stretched, his whole body thrumming with excitement. His mission had actually worked and while he wasn’t robbing a bank, he did wonder if this excursion would make local news. Would he be a mysterious figure in the night? Or a fantastic hero, stopping corruption in its tracks?

Vera Mystica left the office almost as blissful as his captives when he ran straight into a man. Vera Mystica stumbled back into the doorway and the man reached out to steady him, but he recoiled instead with a yelp.

“Intruder! I knew it!” the man exclaimed. Vera Mystica shook himself and lifted his arms to entrance him, but the man turned and ran for the elevator.

The man punched the elevator button, slamming his hand over it repeatedly as he chanted in panic. “Come on, come on, come on!” The man wore a dark suit and thick-rimmed glasses. His round face glistened with sweat as he begged for the doors to open.

“What brings you here?” Vera Mystica asked. “You could have just stayed in your office.”

The man turned around and pressed his back against the closed elevator doors. He slouched, his belly bulging out above his belt as his chest rose and fell with panicked gasps.

“I—I was working on a dossier—” his face screwed up into a look of confusion. “Why am I answering you?! You tell me what you are doing here. What did you do to my coworkers?!”

“Nothing. They are in a better place now,” Vera Mystica said.

“What?!”

“Just asleep, at peace, thinking of beautiful things.”

The man collapsed to his knees as tears overcame his cheeks and poured down to wet his collar. He clasped his hands in front of him and bowed down, trembling.

“Please, don’t hurt me! Don’t do to me what you did to them!”

Vera Mystica stood above him with his hands on his hips. He stepped away as if to let him go but the blubbering grew even louder and the threat of getting caught rose. As much as he wanted to torture him, he had to finish this.

“I promise I’ll be quiet if you let me go. I won’t tell anyone I was here. I won’t call the authorities!”

Vera Mystica chuckled. “Don’t worry, just focus on me. Think about your day at work; the endless taps of your keyboard and mouse…” Vera Mystica guided the panicked man into a trance. “What is your name?”

“R-Reed Fletcher.”

“Who do you work for?” Vera Mystica’s voice curled into a soft feminine pitch. At this sound, Reed’s worry softened. His guard visibly slipped.

“Caplan—I’m an assistant—”

“Then help me Reed, think about your work…” Reed’s eyes locked on Vera Mystica’s hands as he circled them in the air before him. His shapely breasts, waistline, and hips took over the man’s attention and his eyes widened until his breathing steadied and he slumped back into a deep trance.

With the final employee on the ground, Vera Mystica stepped over his body just as the elevator dinged. He rode the elevator downstairs and exited through the lobby’s front doors. Back outside in the cool night air, Vera Mystica took a deep breath, the nighttime air cool against his teeth as he broke into a wide smile.

“That’s it. Victory is mine.”