They say if you love your job, then you never work a day in your life. Charles was inclined to agree. It's why he made his job dedicated to love. Every week was a new blushing bride, giving herself to the love of her life while hosting an amazing party for their closest friends and family. And what good was a party without a skillful DJ and MC to get the people moving?

Charles loved everything about being a wedding DJ. He loved the atmosphere of joy. He loved playing the couple's song. He loved hypnotizing the bride and fucking her senseless before handing her off to her new hubby. Hopefully, with his child taking root inside her. It was the definition of a dream job.

Charles began unloading his equipment from his van onto his trolley. The wedding venue was a lovely chateau with a beautiful garden filled with flowers. The ceremony would take place there before moving inside the spacious estate for the reception. The resplendent house had many rooms he could slip into and enjoy that day. 

He placed the delicate speakers into the trolley bin and used bungee cords to keep them from moving around on their journey up the cobblestone driveway of the estate. He had once had a speaker break on the transition from his car to the reception venue, rendering his night a disappointment. The bride was such a lovely specimen that wedding. 

Confident his items were as protected as possible, he took his wagon handle and made way for the venue. He trudged up the driveway slowly straining to pull his heavy equipment in his tuxedo. He gazed at the sign by the front door stating it was Robert and Estelle's special day and grinned. A lovely name for his mate for the evening. 

As he approached the front steps, he observed one of the groomsmen just through the door. A familiar face, he had DJed the gentleman's wedding just a month prior. It wasn't uncommon. His business came mostly from word of mouth. The bride would give rave reviews to her besties, and those besties would hire him for their own special days. On and on the chain moved forward.

“Excuse me!” Charles called out to the groomsman as he reached the first step. “Can I get a hand, please?”

The groomsmen turned and flashed him a toothy grin as soon as he saw Charles. “Hey man! You got it!”

The groomsman casually jogged down the steps. “Mr. DJ, won't you play my favorite song tonight?” he said as he made it down to the final step. “Do you remember me, bro?”

Charles shot a polite grin at his helper as they both squatted down and picked up the trolley. “Of course, Jacob isn't it? Your wedding was just a couple of weeks back. How's married life been treating you?” Charles asked as the two began to carefully move up the stairs.

“Wonderful, man. Anna hasn't been happier since our special day. She’s also been dressing more provocatively since, and you know I ain’t complaining about that,” Jacob replied with a laugh as they reached the front door and both men set the wagon down gently. “She's really excited you are working Estelle's wedding tonight. Says she is ready for you to rock her world again.”

Charles suppressed a smirk, maintaining his cheery external demeanor. “Hey, thanks, brother. It means a lot to hear good reviews. Just make sure she is telling her friends because I still got bills to pay,” he said, punctuating his statement with polite laugh.

“You got it, man,” Jacob said happily as he walked up the stairs in the main foyer to the groom's suite. As he turned a corner and was safely out of sight, Charles smirked and chuckled to himself, making way to the dance floor to set up his equipment.

The ballroom was cavernous as Charles made his way to an outlet set left for him. A few of the venue staff milled about the area performing various functions for the coming party. He grabbed his laptop bag and first set up his computer, checking his diagnostics for any detected issues. He then carefully unloaded the first set of speakers and set them up. All systems were still good on the computer, so he began to scan the area for a test subject, grinning when he saw a suitable candidate putting centerpieces on the reception table.

She wore the red vest of the venue's staff over a white blouse and black dress pants. She was young, probably a coed working part-time. Her body was unimpressive, and she had hardly any curves to speak of. The outfit didn't do any favors, but her face was perfect. Gorgeous green eyes and midnight black hair, which cascaded down to her mid-back. Her skin was sun-kissed and alluring. And her lips. Perfectly plush, moist, and coated in gorgeous red lipstick. All in all a lovely Latin test subject.

“Excuse me, miss?” Charles called to the worker as she set up the dinner tables. 

She shot up from the table at the sound of his voice and faced him with a puzzled expression. “Me?” she asked, pointing at herself with a puzzled expression. 

“Yes, you. Do you mind helping me out for a second? I just set up and need to test my speakers. Can you just come to the dance floor for a second and tell me if anything sounds off?”

“Oh, sure!” The worker said as she approached, giving a polite smile. “Always happy to help out.”

“Wonderful! What's your name again?” Charles asked as she made her way onto the dancefloor.

“Valentina,” she replied. 

Charles gazed at her with a twinkle in his eye. “Well, just listen closely and let me know if you hear anything out of the ordinary,” he instructed as he turned on his hypno mix.

The effect was immediate as music poured from the speaker and enveloped the worker. Her expression went blank in an instant, eyes staring forward into the void.

“Perfect, it seems everything is working as intended.” Charles gloated as he paused the music and approached the dazed woman. He scanned over his prey and whispered into her ear.

“You think I am the most attractive man you have ever met in your whole life. Your life's desire is to please me. My words form the basis of your very reality. When I snap my fingers, you will behave normally and not draw any attention to us.

Charles held his fingers aloft and snapped them. Valentina shook her head as she was woken from her waking slumber and quickly turned her attention to the handsome man before her. She had never seen someone look so good before in her life, and her body began showing it immediately. Her cheeks grew rosy, her eyes became half lidded, and a sultry smile appeared. Beneath her clothes, her nipples became erect and poked through her blouse and her pussy grew wet every second she gazed into Charles' eyes.

“That was some amazing music,” she cooed. “What's your name again?”

“Charles,” the DJ replied, smiling as he recognized she wasn’t wearing a bra. “Do you know a place where we could talk in private?” 

Valentina bit her lip. “Private, you say? We could go to the supply closet in the stables. No one should be there for another hour.”

“Perfect. Lead the way.”

Valentina beckoned Charles, and he followed with a cocky grin as he watched Valentina add a sashay to her walk that was previously absent. 

“You know I'm not really the type of girl that invites mysterious strangers to private locations alone,” Valentina said with a giggle as they walked out the back of the Chateau.

“You should, being a slutty tease is a lot of fun,” Charles said plainly with a smirk, knowing the power his words now had over the cute coed. 

Valentina nodded with her eyes closing as her personal identity changed. Charles had a point. She had never felt so excited and happy as she did at that moment. She would have to do this more often.

The two arrived at the pristine stables of the estate, horses long gone to make use of the space for storage. Valentina slid open the door. 

“After you, handsome,” she said, to which Charles obliged her invitation. He walked into the cavernous stables, assorted tables and chairs cluttering the space, and nodded. This would do for now. He was just fucking the help.

“Soooooooo, what did you want to meet in private about, handsome?” Valentina said in a husky voice as she slid the door to the stables closed behind them. Her tone made it clear she already had a strong idea of what Charles' answer was.

Charles shrugged. “A man sees a set of lips like yours and has one thing on his mind,” he replied seductively, unzipping his pants.

Valentina giggled at the compliment and bit her finger as she watched Charles, her eyes half lidded and darting between his face and his crotch. 

“You know I don't have much practice with this kinda thing, but god, you are making this girl do crazy things.”

Charles smirked as he dropped his pants and boxers, revealing his throbbing penis to the blushing beauty. “Well, I'd think you ought to make this kinda thing a habit. You are letting perfectly plush lips go to waste. Now show me how badly you want me inside you.”

Valentina shuddered as her personality shifted again. Charles was right after all. People should lean into their strengths, and her lips were quite the strength.

Valentina approached Charles, strutting confidently toward him. She pulled him in close for a kiss, with Charles happily returned, her delectable lips feeling amazing on his own. Then, obediently, she dropped slowly to her knees and took a delicate grasp of Charles’s erection, giving gentle licks and kisses to his glans.

“Just like I imagined,” Charles said, grunting with satisfaction as Valentina began giving slow licks up and down his shaft. “Your mouth was built for this.”

Valentina smiled and stared up lovingly at Charles, who grinned down at her as she again shuddered, understanding that her mouth was naturally gifted in that moment.

“You know, Valentina, you should play to your strengths more often. What are your plans in life right now?” He asked, eager to change his thrall more.

“Right now, I'm in school to become a nurse. I work weddings to help pay my way through school. I want to work in an elder care unit when I'm done,” she answered between further licks of Charles’ shaft while her delicate hands fondled his balls gently.

“Tch, such a waste of talent,” Charles growled, shuddering at the thought of his current prey changing bed pans while he watched her take him fully into her mouth. “What do you want to do something like that for?”

Valentina pulled off her wrists penis and wiped the spit from her mouth. “My grandfather was sick when I was a child, and the nurses made him so comfortable in his final months. I wanted to help others as she had helped him,” she said meekly before resuming her deepthroating.

Charles shook his head at the sickening sentimentality. “So you want to help old men?” He asked with a twisted, toothy grin as he locked eyes with the demure woman with his cock in her mouth.

Gazing reverently into Charles' eyes, Valentina nodded, his cock still vulgarly jutting from her mouth.

“Well,” Charles began as he gazed into her soul, while she bobbed up and down his shift. “The thing about old men is that they are very horny. The drive to claim beautiful young women doesn't go away with age, you know. You could waste your time finishing your stupid little degree, prolong the suffering of a bunch of miserable old dying men who have no one to fulfill their sexual desires…”

Tears welled up in Valentina's eyes as her mind raced to accept the truths Charles spoke into being. Her dreams were shattered in that instant, and deep down in that moment, she felt as if she was a failure, despite continuing to service the most handsome man she had ever met.

“Or you could do something actually worthwhile.” Charles continued. “You can dedicate yourself to making an old man happy by becoming the beautiful young woman they want. Your face exudes natural beauty, but your body is plain and unexciting. You should dedicate yourself to improving it, eating right, exercising, and spending what meager money you make improving it through plastic surgery.”

Valentina continued to suckle, licking the bottom of Charles's glands as she listened intently, and her new reality came into being. Charles' words became her gospel, and she knew in that moment that the time she was spending in the library studying must be spent at her university's gym instead.

“Once your body is in shape, then you should find a rich elderly man and become his in-home aid,” Charles continued with his eyes closed, envisioning the depraved reality he was inflicting on his wonderful cocksucker while also taking in the sensations of her mouth rhythmically diving up and down the length of his dick. “As you begin to work for him, you will find yourself uncontrollably lusting for him, teasing him with skimpy outfits, and flirting with him aggressively. If he has a wife, your goal will be to snatch him away from her. Because to give a man like that the pleasure he deserves should be your greatest desire, and no woman should be able to compete with you in fulfilling their desires.”

Valentina shuddered with each word, growing wetter than she thought possible at just the sound of someone's voice. Charles was right after all, why not dedicate to making one man happy? Isn't it better to maximize happiness in one person than minimize suffering in many?

“Once you have him to yourself, you should become his dream wife. Become his hot little Spanish Mami. Lean into your heritage for him, tease him constantly, and give him the sexual satisfaction he craves and the children he desires.”

Valentina redoubled her efforts, bobbing faster and faster while a hand snaked into her pants and began rubbing her clit violently as she got off, envisioning the new future Charles had laid out for her.

Charles grunted in satisfaction as Valentina's nose bounced off his crotch as she bobbed down to his base again and again. His eyes locked with hers as he spoke his final words, “Give him the vision all men want to see on their deathbed, a loving, sexy young wife, gravid with his progeny, seeing him off this mortal coil.”

Valentina moaned loudly onto Charles' dick as she climaxed, the vision of her future burned into her mind like a brand as she stared into Charles' eyes, pleading wordlessly for his cum. A plea which was heard moments later when Charles let out a satisfied grunt.

“Now show me what a good girl you will be for your future husband and swallow,” Charles demanded as the dam broke and he came. Valentina obeyed, pressing her face as close to Charles’ crotch as she could muster and swallowing constantly so as not to make a mess. 

Charles sighed happily as his orgasm subsided and looked down at Valentina, who was swirling her tongue around his dick, kicking it clean of any sperm that hadn't already found its way to her stomach. 

“You did wonderfully,” Charles cooed as she slowly and methodically worked her way up his softening shaft. “Your future husband is gonna love you. Now what are you going to say to your future hubby when you do this for him?”

Valentina swirled her tongue one last time around the tip and popped the dick out of her mouth, staring up at Charles. “Graicas, papi,” she said in a whisper.

“That's a good girl.”