Nightclub Supplies Ned

Tales of nightclub supplies, mind control and subliminal messages

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Subliminal messaging and mind control are steadily gaining more and more credibility.  As Darren is about to find out – the hard way.

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Darren stood forlornly in the corner of the busy nightclub.  He sipped at his drink sparingly and watched the other people seeming to have fun.  As his usual pastime in a night spot setting, his mind played with the notion of how great it would be if his mind could exert control over others.  ‘I wouldn’t use my powers maliciously.’  He consoled his conscience.  ‘I’d just use it to overcome my natural shyness.’

Shyness put it mildly: Darren couldn’t work up the never to even ask a cute waitress for a drink.  One would have to ask him and then wait for him to stammer out his request in as few words as possible.  So really, he couldn’t even manage to control his own mind but that didn’t deter his imagination from trying to control a girl’s mind.

‘Look over my way.’  He strained to project his mental energy to a girl in a tight little black dress.  ‘I’m here looking at you and mentally willing you to see me.’  It didn’t work and the object of his mind control experiment just laughed while listening to conversation around her.  Obviously, she was a popular young woman and those around her were somehow blocking his mind’s manipulations.  ‘I’ll seek another prime target for my mind controlling attempts.’

Darren’s eyes slowly scanned the plentiful females that a nightclub setting supplies.  He spotted a sexy oriental woman, currently standing alone: he sent a mental probe. Then abruptly, his head cranked over to his right and his eyes locked onto a woman he hadn’t noticed before.  She was curvy and pleasant looking in loose garb: quite unlike the flashiness that more slender women here aspired to.  She was a girl that his eyes would’ve usually swept right by.

‘Would she be susceptible?’  Darren projected his controlling thoughts.

He started to move before his thoughts realized what he was up to.  With purpose in his stride, Darren crossed the distance.  Then acting on a compulsion from nowhere, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her fully on the lips.

“I’m sorry.”  He said in shock and embarrassment.  “I don’t know what happened.”

“You think you might be able to control minds.”  Barbara said.  “That is where you fail.  I know that I can exercise firm mind control, so I do it successfully.”

“So did you?”  Darren mentally sent a request for her to tell him more, but suddenly forgot where his verbal query was headed, so he asked instead, “Would you like to dance?”  Why had he done that?  ‘I feel self-conscious and really uncomfortable on a nightclub dance floor.’

‘Certainly I want to dance.”  Barbara said with a smile.  “Did you suppose I’d waste some perfectly good mind controlling, just to prove I could control your mind?’

“Just for one song.”  He said as they walked.  Internally he was mentally sending a request for her to set him free.  “Or maybe all of them until the nightclub closes and stops supplying music: then we can go wherever you choose and do what you want.”

Out on the floor, Darren’s body moved in slow circles while his brain wobbled on several axes, like a gyroscope missing a few spokes.  ‘How do I know if my mind is controlling myself, or she is controlling my mind’s every thought?  I’m enjoying a woman’s attentions but is that my mind thinking or her controlling that nice feeling.’  And mind control ability was no longer the blessing he had thought it before.

‘You’re my boy toy now.’  Barbara thought as she grabbed a double handful of his buns.  ‘My showing you I can control your mind makes you utterly vulnerable to me.’

When a mind is away trying unsuccessfully to control another mind, there’s no one left to guard the home mind from external control.  The harder he tried, the firmer her mind control over him was.

“Okay,” the busy manager of a the club downtown sat at the table, “now that I have a few minutes, we can talk. I believe you said you were in night bars supplies? Most night bars around here use the same nightclub supplier.”

“To keep abreast of the downtown club pack, I suppose one should doggedly stick with the throng’s bar supplies.” Nightclub Supplies Ned said with a small smile. “If a dog isn’t the sled team’s leader, then his foreground view always remains the same.”

“I’m not willing to focus only on another dog’s tracks and butt-hole.” Without his realizing that Ned had employed a mind control tactic to subtly challenge him and to also elevate the conversation from simply a sales pitch, the night bar manager subtly shifted his body from being seemingly perched on his nightclub chair, to a relaxed posture. “My downtown nightclub sets the trends.”

“That’s precisely why I’m here.” Nightclub Supplies Ned sipped his cocktail and his eye’s flicked briefly askance, as a subliminal message for him to do the same. “And because your downtown night club supplies the finest eye candy of any night bar.”

“Of course you’re referring to Nan.” The manager’s eyes traveled quickly to her too. “There’s not a hotter looking nightclub girl the whole state. But alas,” he sighed, “I don’t know of another cocktail hostess who is less attainable either. Many men have tried, only to be shot down in flames.”

“Have you ever considered using her two superlative traits as nightclub promotion?” Nightclub Supplies Ned took the man’s interested expression as the question ‘how’, and continued. “By casually offering an incentive for bar pick-up attempts.”

“I’m not sure if what you’re implying is ethical.”

“Is trying to increase your liquor sales ethical?” Ned chuckled. “Some of your night bar’s patrons do have a drinking problem and some will drive while intoxicated.”

“Point taken.” The night bar manager nodded. “So please explain this nightclub promotion idea that involves our incredibly sexy, but steadfastly single Nan.”

“Let’s playact for a moment. You’re a computer nerd here for a couple drinks, and I’m you. I’ve come over to offer a friendly chat, with a subliminal message asking you to stay for longer and to come back again.”

“Then your mind control would also involve putting my drink onto your tab.” The downtown club manager toasted his glass, but it was only a cola with ice.

“Can I have your sweet server Nan sashay on over and freshen that up?” Ned’s head gestured over his shoulder at the very attractive server.

“Yah!” The night bar man hammed up his role. “She could freshen me up anytime.”

“Oh man! I wish you could.” The nightclub supplies salesman leaned over the table and he lowered his voice. “That’s the finest bit of female software anywhere and she is just sitting uninstalled on the display rack. It’s a wasteful shame when Nan leaves alone, every single night. Seriously, I would gladly buy an evening’s worth of drinks to the guy that can slot his hard-drive into that babe’s underused motherboard.”

“Then start sending over the highballs now. This geek has the program to succeed.”

“Nice try.” The playacting night bar manager chucked the pretending customer on the shoulder in an affable way. “Prize money is due at the successful finish line, not on the hype before the race. But I’m serious, I’d like to see a lucky guy succeed with Nan and I’ll make good on that offer if you or any of your friends can coax her out.”

“Even if I fail,” the real night bar manager slipped slightly from character, “I might bring my friends in: so I could have some fun watching them crash and burn like I did.” His mind then silently calculated the possible generated revenue. “How unethical is it really? Nan is constantly turning guys down anyways.”

“I recently saw a cartoon in a men’s magazine.” Nightclub Supplies Ned offered in a cautionary tone of voice. “The drawing was of a well-stacked waitress talking to her boss, under a large placard that read ‘Get a free feel-up with a cheeseburger combo’. A speech bubble showed her saying ‘since your new promotion obviously includes me, I think we should renegotiate my wages’.”

“If Nan gets any wind of this mind control exercise,” the downtown club manager supposed, “I’d best be ready to give her a pay raise.”

“Were I still the nightclub manager here,” Nightclub Supplies Ned said, “I’d give her half now, of what I was prepared to offer later. The dollars spent on promoting good feeling buy a whole lot more than the ones used for smoothing ruffled feathers do.”

“So, my club supplies and mind controlling friend,” the night bar manager asked, “what new nightclub necessities and subliminal audio tapes are in your catalog?”

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“I’m planning on selling you some bland old nightclub supplies and the mind control techniques to get your dead nightclub promotion stock turning over better, won’t cost much to implement.” Ned smiled wryly: even while talking of mind control methods, the downtown club manager was seemingly unaware of his thoughts being subliminally nudged – to where the nightclub supplies salesman wanted them to go.

In my last post, we watched Nightclub Supplies Ned using mind control on Smokin Hot Nan to the final gain of his being able to slide his hand into her panties. Her granting him that intimacy was a complete turnabout for her: she had utterly rebuked the last man who asked her for that same sexual favor. What basis does this story have in reality?

None whatsoever. I wrote that fictional encounter and the subliminal manipulation I was able to portray in a written story had to be made more simplistic than a real life event of mind control would be. But don’t assume that it COULDN’T happen. You simply need do a google search for the video’s made by mentalist Derren Brown for visual examples.

Taking Nightclub Supplies Ned’s objective further, my objective will be to demonstrate how you might utilize a form of mental control to increase your profitability, whether it’s in the area of nightclub supplies, nightclub furniture or even nightclubs at all.

Look to the right side of this post. You’ll see several Amazon ads. One of these is for nightclub staff t-shirts. These are available in glow in the dark or regular. Now on the one hand, a nightclub owner may think he would prefer putting his security men in t-shirts that advertise the nightclub’s name. -but- What is his rational? People are already in his club when they see the bouncer’s t-shirts, so using them as his walking billboards is practically pointless. On the other hand, the bar’s management could be hoping the stuff worn by the staff is to convince the patrons to buy some of the club’s shirts as upsell, which will pay a dividend in free advertising tomorrow morning. Good idea, but let’s use the principles of subliminal mind control in our favor instead.

Put the bouncers, bartenders and waitresses into something functional but not name branded, like the ones that Amazon offers. Have only your upper staff like top hostesses and managers wearing your branded nightclub supplies. The customers will still be aware of the nightclub’s named gear but your putting it only on your best has put an extra measure of distinctiveness to nudge your customers’ minds into wanting it.

The preceeding post may me the last episode of Nightclub Supplies Ned and Smokin Hot Nan that you’ll read on this blog. I’m considering putting their story onto another web page. Don’t worry though: I’ll still leave a link to N.S.N. & S.H.N. and will keep you advised of when I update.

The gorgeous nightclub server is soon back. She supplies the older man with his drink, along with a dazzling, white-toothed smile.

“To you.” He salutes her with his glass and then sips.

“Your friend was a bit of a cretin.” She doesn’t sit but remains standing at the high nightclub furniture table. “But it too bad he forced you into being alone.”



“You’re a much preferable alternative and that’s why I got him to leave.”

“I was there.” The girl corrects with a slightly quizzical expression. “I watched him depart of his own accord.”

“After my suggesting he might try something stupid like that with you.”

“Your friend was stupid to make such a rude and clumsy attempt. Why did you ask him to insult me?”

“Firstly, he wasn’t my friend: I don’t even know,” the man hesitates for a fraction over a normal breath’s pause, “his,” he slightly stresses the gender pronoun, “name.”

“And what is your name?” She asks, forgetting his reply had started with ‘firstly’, to indicate there would be more.

“Ned.”

“Is that shortened from something?”

“Edward.” He says. “Diminutive familiars of it could be Ed, Eddy or Ned. And secondly, I didn’t actually request anything of him. I just subtly planted the thought into his mind earlier in our talk. Like I did to you too.”

“Humorous.” She scoffs.

“Why did you ask my name? And what, may I be so bold, is yours?”

“I’m Nan and I only asked because knowing someone’s name is polite.”

“But you didn’t think of being courteous until I brought it up in a way that caused your mind to toy with the thought.” He sips his drink and continues. “Then when your mind had made the idea of asking your own, you did.”

“And that’s how you convinced the other man to make a fool of himself?”

“Yep.” Ned describes the conversation leading up to the man’s failed ploy. He details out how the masculine challenge was issued and responded to. “Now here you are standing at my table.”

“I could turn around and leave.”

“But you haven’t yet and so the only thing missing is my hand in your panties.” Ned said the last in a lightheartedly ironic tone, so she wouldn’t think he was serious. “No worries though, just my learning your name has made it all worthwhile. Is Nan short for Nanette or anything?”

“Its just Nan.”

“Presumably Smokin Hot Nan, the nightclub’s beautiful server.”

“Presumably.” Nan chuckles as she recalls his depiction of how he slipped the ill-fated pickup line into the younger man’s mind: one couldn’t know without actually touching an intimate part of her anatomy. “An what is Ned’s full title?”

“I’m Nightclub Supplies Ned.”

“The manager isn’t here tonight to place an order.”

“A bouncer already gave me that valuable tip. I stayed for a drink or two anyways.”

“Do things always work out as you manipulate them?” Nan asks after thinking about his earlier mention of trying to get her a larger gratuity.

“More often than not.”

“What could I have done,” she wonders, “to rebuke the man’s impertinent request, but still have gotten a good tip?”

“It’s all in here.” He reaches out and gently taps her temple with a fingertip. “You could’ve done and said everything exactly the same as you did. But, if your mind hasn’t completely ruled out the suggestion, then a person can sense that it was a rejection but not an absolutely final one. He would’ve tipped you on an internal thought that the next time he asks you, your answer might be different.”

How could he know if my decision was fully entrenched or not?”

“People know.” Ned finishes his drink. “Unfortunately that discussion will take longer than I have right now. I have another sales call to make at another club.”

“I should get back to work too.” Nan says, but hasn’t moved to leave his table yet.

“It’s a sublime pleasure sharing some intimate moments with you,” he takes her hand and brushes her fingertips over his lips, “almost certainly Smokin Hot Nan.”

“Do it now.” Nan’s hips have shifted to where they are between Ned’s knees. She has leaned into him so that her firm breasts are pressed against his chest. She has realized that the only way to the remove the ‘probably’ and the ‘almost certainly’ qualifiers, is with his actually feeling her heat. “Hurry! Nobody is looking.”

“As you desire.” Ned slides his fingers into the front of her panties and his hand makes a cup shape over her sex. He whispers. “Absolutely smoking hot Nan.”

‘Why have I just allowed this older man to put his hand in my panties,’ Nan asked herself while his hand was lingering in place, ‘when I flatly refused to even think of letting a younger and better looking man to do the same, not even a half hour ago?’

“Because I’m Nightclub Supplies Ned.” He answers her mental question as if he’s read from her mind. Then he extracts his hand and takes out his wallet. Ned then sets a large denomination note on her tray.

“For that?” Smokin Hot Nan asks.

“That,” he ladles out the word as if it tastes delicious, “was a special event that I hope we both thoroughly savored, and that,” his eyes flicked to the large tip, “was because you didn’t push the thought of it completely from your mind, like you did before. It’s also due to my appreciation of your being a considerate person who didn’t leave me all alone after sending away my drinking companion.”

What have you seen in my two posts here so far? Has it seemed like nonsense or as if I’ve just been throwing some paragraphs together and sprinkling in a few key words and phrases? Well, either look again or believe what you will and move along.

For those who’ve decided to read on, I’ll describe the components of my web page and explain precisely what was included in the seemingly ‘nothing’ situation of Smokin Hot Nan, flatly turning down the vulgar advances of Nightclub Supplies Ned’s buddy.

First, let’s look at the blogger page’s construction. You may have already noted that the logo is ‘busy’ looking. In fact, the nightclubsupplies.jpg is less cluttered: the blog title and description overwrite the graphic and that complicates the visual effect. I did this on purpose because if a person takes the trouble to read what’s there, (it can be fairly easily done by highlighting the text), then the material means more. On the other hand, my busy header graphic can impact on the subconscious mind, so that even if one hasn’t highlighted and read it, the message may be in the mind anyways. That is win-win. I’ve structured this page so that it is subtle. For a gross example of blunt, read my first blog post. It title is ‘Nightclub Supplies Ned & Smokin Hot Nan’.

The ‘Nightclub Supplies Ned & Smokin Hot Nan’ post does several things. It gives an example of bluntness with the crass segue to a seemingly unrealistic scenario of a nightclub that caters primarily to scuba divers. I could’ve done it in a more natural feeling way, but I didn’t want to and I wanted to link my Nightclub Supplies Ned blog to my Scuba Gear Guru blog right from the get go. (I’ll go over why later on.)

The next post is where Ned and Nan meet. There is more going on there than meets the casual eye. You’ll learn more as Ned explains his unique knowledge to Nan, in upcoming posts. I’ll be supplementing these with descriptions of how Ned and Nan’s conversations and interactions translate directly into your real world.

In other words, this nightclub supplies blog is about far more than just nightclub supplies, it is primarily concerned with external motivations. Just as my scuba gear site will contain a wealth of human insight how strongly that spiritualism drives our physical actions, in addition to scuba gear.

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