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A Blank Page

By: Woodchuckbdsm



Sweat dripped down Nathan's face. Trish, his girlfriend writhed on all fours in front of him, her ass slapping his hips with every thrust. They were both eighteen years old, and tonight was their last night together. Tomorrow she would leave for college, and Nathan would continue on in town without her.

"Spank my ass, Nate," she said, looking back over her left shoulder. Perspiration beaded on her face, her brown hair tangled in it and stuck to her. He let a half-hearted palm drop with a smack.

"Harder." No more looking back, just head down, teeth grinding.

Bang. This time he gave her his right palm, and with a bit more force. Feeling the burning building inside him, he grunted loud, and tried to hold off. For distraction he let his left hand fly again, then the right again alternating from holding either side of her hips, and slapping her. 

"Pull...my...hair." Trish's voice was barely clear enough to understand now, her own orgasm approaching. 

With his right hand on the small of her back, he leaned in and snatched her brown locks with his left. Nate was in another world now. They had only done it four times before anyway, but all four had been standard missionary. Tonight was new, tonight Trish had wanted to try something different, and now she was asking for things he had never thought she wanted. His heart was pounding in his chest, and his head was swimming. Orgasm the only thing his body wanted now, his head finally gave up the battle.

Nathan was hit with the most powerful feeling in his short sexual career. When his balls started to pump, he lost control of his balance, and was unaware when he leaned forward and rammed Trish into the pillow. His hand still clutching the back of her head as she hit her own climax.

Four minutes later they were both aware enough to disengage. Both were huffing for air through wide sloppy smiles. It took them the better part of ten minutes to calm, and then Trish wordlessly rose and started for her clothes. Nate gawked at her skinny form as she dressed before he gathered his words.

"What was that all about, the spanking and stuff?" he asked.

"I wanted to try it out...since I'm leaving. What did you think?" She was fastening her bra now, and was already wearing her plain white panties.

"Awesome, sorry about smothering you." Now he was sitting up in his bed and lacing his hands behind his head.

"That was the best part...Listen." Trish grew serious now. "I'm gonna take off now. Be great Nathan. I'm really glad we got to know each other." She pulled her shirt over her head, and the last he saw of her was her rear end leaving the room clad in a pair of cut-off shorts.

Several minutes later, Nathan let out a deep breath. Trish hadn't been much of a girlfriend anyway; they went out only because neither of them had much going on. In bed her saw her as a supermodel. Out of bed, truth be told, her hair was rather mousy and her teeth were rather crooked. But, as Nathan glanced around the trailer he shared with his father, he knew that she had been just about the best thing he had going.

Now he was left living in a rented trailer with no car, and no girl. Advantages were simply something he did not possess. He was tall and thin, six foot, 130 pounds with plain brown hair, and ordinary brown eyes. Even in his nicest clothes, a lack of confidence grown from a life of have-not made him seem insignificant.

There was no money either, mom bailed out on him and dad when Nate was two. Dad meanwhile worked as a tow truck driver, and they used the company truck to get around. Eleven years ago dad had fallen asleep at the wheel and rammed a family on vacation in their minivan. Naturally they had sued, and now almost all of dad's checks went to the state to cover the lawsuit. At the end of the month there was never cash for nice things. Hell, they didn't even order pizza.

When the sun rose the next morning Nathan Prescott was acutely aware that his life was a clean slate. No more high school as of three months ago, no more girl as of six hours ago, and nothing left to do with his day.

Getting out of bed in his boxer shorts, Nate went to the trailer's front door and looked out. His father's tow truck was there as expected. Dad wouldn't go to work again until about six pm since he worked the grave shift. Taking three steps to the kitchen, Nate went about making himself a bowl of cereal.

For a few brief minutes, Nathan ate in peace. Sitting in a battered recliner staring at the news on TV, slowly shoveling a spoon loaded with cereal into his mouth, he was jolted when there was a knock at the door. 

The door opened on it's own before Nathan could get up, and his gray bearded grandfather walked in with a brown package under his arm. 

"Hey Pops," he said to his grandfather, and settled back into his cereal.

"Put that down Nate, I need to talk to ya." Pops sat down across from him in the old couch, and set the brown package in his lap.

In a moment Pops took in a deep breath and slowly began to speak, his eyes locked with Nathan's.

"Now I know you don't have much, and I get the feeling you don't expect to. So I want you to have something my grandfather gave me." The old man began unwrapping the package, and Nathan could see that the brown was actually old weathered paper. As Pops removed it the object inside was revealed to be a large book. 

"You read this kid, and you can have or do anything you want. This can make your dreams come true, and your wishes turn to reality." The old man hadn't taken his eyes off of Nathan, and slowly held out the large leather-bound book. 

With a bit of hesitation...Nathan reached for it also, but when he grasped it Pops wouldn't let it go. He thought he heard Pops saying something under his breath, and the book was suddenly quite heavy in his hand as Pops let go.

"There ya go buddy, every opportunity you could ever ask for, all bound in leather. Just remember to trust it, like you trust me. And do me a favor, kiddo?" Pops was softer now, almost frail. His eyes showed remorse and a bit of weakness.

"Sure Pops, what ever you want." Nathan stammered the words out not wanting to let the old man down, and also beginning to wonder what the hell he was talking about.

"Don't let your dad live like this forever, do what ever you can to get him up on his feet again. But as for the book, don't let your dad see it either, don't tell him I was here. Most importantly...don't let anyone else read it." Softness turned to ice when Pops spoke of the book, and the old man thrust a hand in his pocket and turned to walk out the door, stopping, only long enough to throw Nate a nod as he went down the steps.

Nate threw the book into his room, and forgot about it for the rest of the day. Much later, after his father had made off for work he remembered the tome, and dragged it out with him into the kitchen. Snatching a soda from the icebox, and dropping dramatically into the living room's lone beaten recliner, Nate closed his eyes and thought about how odd Pops had acted. A few sips of soda later, he plucked the book from his side and looked it over.

He first gazed at the front cover and read the title: How to influence people, and get what you really want! There was no author.

"That's a retarded title for an heirloom," Nate thought as he impassively thumbed the cover open. 

Shortly he was looking at the oddest table of contents ever. The chapter titles were all blank...save the first. It ominously read, "How to start your adult life". As he turned to the first page of the chapter Nathan almost jumped out of his chair in shock. The page was blank when he first opened it, but the words appeared out of nowhere after only a moment. "Have all you desire and want. Just trust this text, and do as it says." The book will sort out the rest. Next came a list much like a to-do list. At the bottom of the list was a simple instruction telling Nathan to complete the list and then read more. It was pretty simple, everything on the list was something Nathan had planned to do anyway except for the third and last item.

It was a short and direct list. Get a job...something physical. Nate had figured he would have to do that anyway since he didn't have any skills. Then, get a car, again already one of Nate's current plans. Finally, and oddly "Go to a strip club". This was the one that had him confused. What the hell kind of person would put that on a "how to start your life" list?

However, since he was doing the others anyway, Nathan figured he'd end up doing the last one too. The next morning Nathan walked half a mile to a site where a company was going to build a strip mall. A foreman named Robert wasn't too impressed with Nathan's build or experience, but hired him to shovel sand into a cement mixer all the same. It took Nate the better part of the day to get to the company's main office and fill out employment paperwork. He got home just in time to see his dad driving off in his tow truck.

The next few weeks went quickly. Shoveling sand and hauling bags of cement was rough work, and he usually staggered back to the house aching all over, but by morning he was always refreshed, and never sore. It had to be the book...somehow it was taking care of him. He did what it said, and it took care of him. Or something to that effect that at any rate.

After three weeks, Nathan had managed to save up a few hundred dollars, and Robert approached him about staying on for a bit more. The concrete pouring was complete, but the job had to start framing. Robert explained that he would need some good grunt work to get that done.

"You don't bitch, and you work fast. My guys could use you. You'll end up as an apprentice in the union too. Once the union has you there's always work in this town." The bigger man had said all this through his morning coffee.

Since the jobsite was close, and he still hadn't gotten the car, Nate figured it was for the better. He just didn't realize how much better. The new job came with a five dollar an hour raise and union benefits. Work was still hard though; basically his "apprentice" job consisted of hauling tools and materials from wherever they were, to where ever they were needed. 

Two months later, framing was almost complete, and Nathan had managed to buy a used pickup. It was ten years old, and pretty beat up, but it ran well enough. The morning after he drove it to work, Robert wanted to see him again.

Robert was a muscularly large Hispanic man with a think black mustache and dark penetrating eyes. He stood about three inches shorter than Nathan, but seemed immense. Today he was smiling, and flagged Nathan down as the apprentice was moving to unlock the power tools.

"Say hey, Nathan. Can I talk atcha?" Robert was leaning easy on the side of Nathan's truck. 

"Yeah Boss what's up?" Nathan knew the job was almost over. Another contracting company would come roof and still different one's would handle the interior.

"So we decided. the crew and I, that is, that we like you. We want you to follow us to the next job, and, we'll keep you as framing apprentice, but start giving you more than grunt work. Sound ok?" He seemed sincere enough.

"Ok, then count me in." Nathan was glad to know they at least wanted him around. Most of the crew had ragged on him about being too skinny in the beginning.

"Good, ok now for the fun stuff, couple of us are going to a titty club tonight after work. You oughta go too." Robert was walking away now, heading for his hard hat and the day ahead.

"All right. I'll be there too," Nathan shouted as he trotted off after his work.

Later that day Nathan ran home for a quick shower and then headed out to the club, which was on the edge of town. Nervous until he noticed his boss's truck in the lot he walked up to the door. The club security gave him a quick pass with one of those metal detector wands, collected a twenty dollar cover charge and opened the door for him.

Once inside Nathan tried hard not to gawk or act stupid, it took a great deal of control to avoid doing either. Half-naked women were everywhere, and all the lights were either red or yellow or blue. Not a white light in the place. He took a few steps in before scanning the crowd for Robert and the other guys, and found them sitting a bit away from the stage in a corner booth. All of them had their eyes glued to a hot blonde who was clinging upside down to the pole on the stage. Wearing only a g-string, her legs were pumping to the music, giving a revealing look at the blue fabric of her g-string barely covering her crotch.

When he got to the table the guys absently shuffled around, making a spot for him on the edge. They were drinking pitchers of beer, and poured him a glass. One of them slid him a glass of soda too. 

"Hey, kid? If someone comes over here, slide the beer away and drink the Coke alright?"

"Sure I got it." Nate took a big gulp of the beer. Beer wasn't new to him; Dad had been drowning sorrows for while now.

Robert leaned over the table to him as the girl's song ended, and she made for the cash that had been thrown to the stage.

"We got next week off Nate, the site ain't ready yet for the next job. You stay by the phone, I'll call you with an address in a few days," he said.

"Cool." Nate was watching the girl stuff the money in a small bag, and head backstage.

"Just so you know this next job is bigger too. We'll be picking up another apprentice. You been around longer, so you show him the score, just as long as everything gets handled with the tools and materials, you'll be able to do some work instead of just luggin shit around." Robert winked at him now, and pointed out in the aisle.

The girl from the stage was walking to their table. As she got closer Nate got a better look at her and imagined she was about thirty-two, maybe younger. Her dirty blonde hair was worn long, stopping just below her shoulders, and she had put on a blue string top to match the flimsy bottom. With her blue eyes scanning their booth, she flashed a pearly smile.

"So who wants a lap dance fellas?" she said indicating all of them with a wave.

"How much?" asked Robert.

She told them it was twenty-five bucks a dance, and all the men besides Nathan pulled out ten dollars, and handed it to Robert. He then gave her the fifty dollars, and indicated Nate.

"Don't hurt him; it's his first time," Robert informed her. 

She grabbed Nate's arm, and he barely managed to put his beer down without sloshing the guy next to him. She was pulling him across the club to a side room. Once in it there were eight large plush chairs. Three of them had mesmerized patrons in them with dancers gyrating on top of them. Picking a chair, she backed Nate into it, and turned to face him.

"My name's Candy, you can't touch me, but I can touch you. So just sit back and have a good time, I'll take care of ya." With that, she began a slow undulation to the beat of the music, and ran her hands over her body.

Feeling a bit stupid, but also very enthralled, Nathan just stared at her. Candy cupped her breasts through the blue top, and squeezed them. Then she slid a hand behind her and pulled a long blue string, which caused the whole top to fall onto the floor. Gazing at her breasts, Nathan felt blood stirring in his pants. When she leaned into the chair and shook them in his face, the stirring was over. Only the sharpness of erection was left. She danced for almost three songs, eventually standing on the arms of the chair with her back to him, leaning her ass in his face, popping it up and down to the music. Finally she stepped off the chair and bent over to pick up her top. She gave him another great look at her ass by not bending her knees, then stood to put the top back on.

"If you want more, you know where to find me," she said as she walked away. A second later, Nathan stood up, an uncomfortable tightness in his pants. When he got back to the table several of the guys smiled at him and saluted him with their beers.

"Alright, now that we got that taken care of, let's get to drinkin," Robert said.

They stayed there for another two hours, before the guys started to head out to the door. Robert and Nathan were the last two to head out, and Nathan was more than a little tipsy when he got into the truck and drove home. Fortunately he didn't have any trouble on the drive, and collapsed onto his bed in a heap.

Around eleven a.m. Nathan woke up with his head ringing and his balls aching. He staggered out into the kitchen for his ritual cereal, and found a note on the fridge.

"Now that you're working, how bout some rent money? Dad."

Nathan had wondered how long it would take for this particular message to come across, and smiled because he had saved some money to give to dad when it did.

Around 12:30 he made his way back to his room and started to get ready for a shower. When he took his shirt off he noticed that the stripper had shed hair on him during her dance, and tossed the shirt in his hamper. He had stripped down to his boxer shorts before he remembered that he had finished the book's list last night.

Locking his bedroom door, he took the worn leather book from the drawer he had stashed it in, and flipped quickly to the page with the list. Now there were instructions below the list, and there was no denying that the book knew what it was doing.

"Put the hair in your hands and roll it between your palms. Focus completely on the person who left the hair, picture them solidly in your mind. Then, speak into your hands what you want the hair's owner to do. When what you told it is done, read the next page."

A little bewildered, Nathan reached into the hamper and pulled his shirt back out. Then he plucked one of the hairs off of it. It took him five minutes of staring at the blonde filament to decide what he wanted the stripper to do. He had decided to give her a task that would without a doubt prove finally and completely that the book worked. Then he did just as it described, rolling the hair in his palm, picturing the stripper perfectly in his head, and speaking into his hands. After it was all done, he placed the hair in his wallet, and went about his shower.

Shortly after four p.m. Nathan placed himself in the living room, and began watching TV...waiting. A bit after 4:30, the stripper walked through the front door wearing a red belly shirt, and a pair of low-rise jeans. Her heels clicked on the linoleum when she entered, her hair pulled back into a ponytail with a simple black tie. She looked at Nathan who jerked his thumb towards the back of the house where his father's room was. Nodding she briskly walked down the hall and through his father's bedroom door.

Grinning, Nathan went to his room, and snatched up the book. The next page had more to offer now.

"This charm will work for you from now on, as long as you obtain a lock for it, i.e. a piece of their personal property; clothing, hair, skin...etc. although hair will eventually deteriorate and prove to not be useful. The charm also has no effect whatsoever on family. In order to reveal the next charm, follow the following instructions. 1: Meet a new female and take her out. 2: Obtain three more locks for different people. 3: Get back to school. Come back after each task is completed. For unselfish use of your first charm you will be rewarded."

Nathan's mind again began to question the book's agenda. One and three were simple enough-meet a new girl, and get back to school-but then the part about new locks of different people. It was just as confusing as it was fascinating, and what was this about a reward? 

It dawned on Nathan that he could hear a rhythmic thumping coming out of his father's bedroom, probably his dad's headboard hitting the wall. With his mind wandering all over the idea of what three people he would want locks for, he strode into the living room again and slumped into his chair. It was only a few months ago that he was a struggling high school student with no real future in front of him. Now here he was with the ability to get people to do whatever he wanted. There was a lot to think about in his world.


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**Extra thanks to CopyCarver for helping me polish all of the chapters of this tale. You're the man!!** 

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Forty-five minutes later, Nathan stepped out of his bedroom freshly showered and wearing a white pullover that he could have sworn fit him loosely last week, but now was gripping him tightly across the chest and arms. Dismissing it, he saw dad right where he had been when Nathan went to the shower, at the table, depressed. So Nathan wordlessly sat in the living room chair, and thumbed the TV remote to begin waiting.

Just a bit later Candy walked right into the house. She was wearing cut off shorts, and a yellow halter shirt that revealed her midriff. Kicking off her flip-flops as she entered, both Prescott men could see her smiling. They both smiled back.

"I know it's a bit late for lunch, but I took a gamble and brought some anyway," she said as she crossed the room to the kitchen and placed her bag on the table. Leaning over George she kissed him lightly and then began unloading the bag.

She had brought soup and sandwiches from a deli near her apartment, and they all ate together talking about her life. Candy sat in George's lap throughout the entire affair. The stripper detailed herself to the Prescott's without prodding, and Nathan watched his father relax almost from the moment she entered, and finally settle into a zone of comfort as they all talked. 

The name wasn't Candy, but actually Melanie. She was only thirty years old, and lived alone, having no children. It seemed that she had divorced two years ago, and the ex had left her with nothing but bad credit. They had been living lavishly for their income, and he had "taken care" of everything financially. After the split he took off to some other state and disappeared. The creditors had pounced on her afterward and she hadn't tried to do anything but pay. The job she had as a secretary didn't pay nearly enough to take care of anything though. Collections took her car, and the house she had bought with him. So her clothes had come down, and her income rose. Melanie had finally covered all the debts a few months ago, and was now just saving to leave dancing altogether. Her plan was to keep at it until her body said it was time to quit, and go back to secretarial work, hopefully with a nice house and car in hand.

Knowing what was going to happen next, Nathan made some excuses, grabbed his keys, and rose to leave. When he looked back through the window before starting his truck he saw Melanie pulling the yellow top over her head, still sitting in dad's lap.

He was planning on buying a cell phone, and killing some time. But ended up meandering around the mall after purchasing a phone instead. Being in control of things made him feel different from the people he walked past. All Nathan would need was just one hair, and any one of them would do whatever he asked. It made him feel confident, setting himself apart from them...special.

The sales people at the phone store were straight with him, and required a deposit before giving him a contract for a cell phone. Not bothered by it, he figured since he had no credit whatsoever that it was no surprise they wanted to protect their investment.

From the moment he had the phone until he decided to wander back home, he just walked, and looked. Not through the windows of the storefronts at the merchandise like the other mall patrons, but at the other patrons themselves. Since he met Dani, he didn't want to choose people to take locks from just to please him physically. Instead he found himself wanting people who would be in positions to improve other things. At first it was ideas of store managers who would sell him things cheaply, then he went on to looking at the people walking, trying to guess what they did for a living and mentally debating the use it would be to him.

Without any more idea what he wanted than when he started, he headed back home. It was much later when he arrived, and both Dad and Melanie were gone. Friday night would be work for both so it didn't bother him. He spent the rest of the evening, and in fact most of the rest of the weekend, day dreaming about what types of people he would get, and what types of things would make suitable locks for the people. Melanie stayed with them throughout the weekend, only making brief stops at her apartment for extra clothing. He and dad both took to calling her "Mel" and she even cleaned the whole house the way one would do a "spring" cleaning. 

Monday morning Nathan forced himself up with the alarm, and dressed for work. He could head dad snoring through the walls. After tying his shoes he made it to the fridge for some cereal and found a list of food items they might need soon hung on it with a large magnetic letter F. Stuffing the list in his pocket he decided to pick the things up on his way home. Melanie was proving to be one of the better things about the book's first chapter.

Once he was out the door he managed to drive to the new site without incident, and find Robert's truck. The site was massive, much larger than the previous job, and had two additional crews besides the one he belonged to. Robert found him quickly however, and pulled him aside.

"Big as hell eh? It's supposed to be a resort hotel when we're done." Robert spoke low and easy.

"Come on, the company owner wants to talk to all us crew guys before we start. He's got all of us on this one job right now, so he wants to tell us not to fuck up," he continued.

John Gofelt, the owner was a rotund bald white man of medium height. He had khaki pants and a green dress shirt that looked as if it could barely contain his girth. A large unlit cigar hung from his lips. He gave them a quasi-inspirational talk about attention to detail, and then took some questions. Predictably only the men who were old hands in the company or in positions of authority had any. 

Nathan was completely uninterested in the whole thing, until Mr. Gofelt tried to light his cigar with a golden lighter, the kind that you close with a flick of your wrist when you are done with it. The lighter, it seems, refused to work, and he ended up setting it on a stack of lumber while one of the foremen offered his own lighter. Almost as soon as he had the cigar lit, a loud crash was over heard and everyone started moving quickly.

Apparently one of the trucks delivering materials for the job had backed into a row of concrete barriers dropped off by an earlier truck. The noise scattered everyone, and Mr. Gofelt wheeled toward the truck roaring profanities at it like only a man who has done construction for most of his life can. Everyone else ran to the barriers and truck trying to assess the damage.

Everyone but Nathan that is...his eyes were locked forward, staring at the gold lighter still perched on the lumber stack. It was too good to be true. All that concern about whom to get a lock from, and now the owner of his company was handing one out.

Carefully looking to see if anyone else was around, Nathan walked smoothly past the lumber, palming the lighter in his right hand with a short wave of his arm. Not slowing his movement the entire time, he walked straight away from it toward the concrete barriers where everyone else was huddled, and slipped the golden item into his front pocket.

By the lunchtime, Nathan was near euphoric. Everything was going his way. The other apprentice also started with a shovel in his hand, and was letting Nathan show him the ropes. Most of the crew from the previous job was treating him as if he were above the new guy too. 

Sitting in the bed of his truck, munching on a sandwich, Nathan decided to give Dani a call. She answered on the third ring, and he could tell she was excited. After a few "How was your weekend?" minutes, he asked her when she would be available to go out. She asked him to pick her up outside the dorm Wednesday after work, and that was that. So far he had a new lock, a decent situation at the job site, and a date. Not a bad beginning to the week.

On Tuesday and Wednesday, work was the same. The job wasn't moving full speed yet, and Nathan was still thrilled about his luck with the lighter. After work Wednesday though, his nerves started up. He rushed home to shower and change, deciding not to dress up, but rather to get a clean shirt and jeans and keep moving. When he was back in the truck and on his way, he called her again to let her know he'd be there in a few minutes.

Dani was wearing a little blue sundress when he pulled up. The hemline falling around the middle of her thigh, with her legs exposed all the way down to her flip-flop sandals. Her hair was pulled up into two perky pigtails. When she ran out of the dorm towards the truck, he put the shifter into park, and got out to open the door for her. As she entered the passenger seat, she tossed an almost insignificant handbag on the floorboard. Nathan assumed it had enough space in it for some ID and a little cash.

Getting back into his spot, and putting the truck into drive she read his mind, and beat him to the punch.

"I'm famished, do you mind if we get something to eat?" Dani asked.

"Sure thing" Nathan was pretty hungry himself. "How about some Chinese?"

"Whatever you want...I think I can find this place most of the dorm orders from," she offered.

Soon he was following her directions to the yet unnamed place, and she was asking about his new work location. This was followed by an explanation of her English class, and the eventual arrival at the Chinese joint. Once inside they both learned that it was takeout only, but the since the aroma had already sunk its hooks in them, they ordered anyway. 

Back in the truck they discussed where to eat. Dani seemed to want to see the house, and meet his dad, so he turned the truck toward home. After a discussion about the difficulties of being a DJ, they pulled up to the house. Looking for the tow truck and not finding it Nathan started to explain.

"Looks like dad had to go to work, sorry you won't be able to meet him. He usually doesn't get home until early morning." Nathan was now holding the passenger side door open as she gracefully exited the vehicle with the bag of Chinese food.

Nathan then held open the door to the house and followed her in. Once inside she walked to the kitchen table and set the bag down. Kicking off her flip-flops she looked at him.

"I like it. You may not think much of it, but it's a real home, and I've spent the last three months in a dorm." Then adding with a hint of a smile, "Where's your room?"

Pointing down the hall Nathan looked into the food bag and replied. "Back there."

He was shocked when she started walking down the hall. Mouth agape, he watched her slowly meander to the door to his room and stop. She looked back as if to inquire if it was the right door, and he nodded slightly. Then with a single move she pulled the hem of her dress up and over her head. Nothing had been under it. Completely nude she opened the door and walked into his room.

Seconds passed before Nathan's mind caught up. By the time he got to the room, she was sitting easily on the edge of his bed, leaning back, and propping herself up on her hands. Trying to keep up with the situation Nathan stepped between her legs, and pulled his shirt over his head. 

When the shirt was still coming off of his head, he felt her grabbing at the button of his jeans. Tossing the shirt aside he looked down to see the pigtails as she looked down and unzipped his pants. In one motion she pulled his pants and his underwear down. Running her hands up the insides of his legs she cupped him, and slid one hand up his shaft. Then, looking up into his eyes, Dani hunched over and licked his head. 

A smile crept across Nathan's face as he watched her tongue glide over him. Breaking eye contact she took his sack into her mouth, and he moaned when she sucked in, making a pulsing action. Finally she grasped him firmly at the base with one hand and slid her lips tightly over him, sucking half of him into her mouth, still licking him with her tongue. He watched her cheeks throb with the movement for a bit, then having nothing else to do at the moment, laced his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.

Dani never stimulated him enough to approach climax, but kept him at a steady build for a good five minutes before leaning away from him, and running the heel of one foot up his torso and onto his shoulder. With his eyes open now, Nathan reached down and grabbed the other leg pulling it up to his other shoulder. Bending over to line up with her opening, he put a hand on the bed for balance, keeping the other tightly around an ankle.

Nathan's first thrusts were awkward, barely inserting, and then slowly he managed to work his way in. A dozen thrusts in he found his hand slipping on the mattress. Trying to find better purchase Nathan absently picked up his hand and placed it on Dani's collarbone, his fingers wrapping over her shoulder, and thumb lying on her neck.

With Dani folded up, Nathan increased the tempo. Driving deep into her and pulling out all but the tip with every piston-like action. Grasping tight with the hand on her shoulder he looked straight into her eyes and pounded on. Dani reached up to her shoulder and nudged his hand until it was higher up on her neck, then brought her other hand up and held it in place with both of her own. 

The feel of the soft hot flesh under his palm, and the insistent grip of her small hands set Nathan's nerves ablaze; electric pulses flooded across his skin, and he released the ankle. Placing his other hand on her neck as well, his arms wrapping her legs and holding them in place. Cautiously he tightened his grip on her throat, and felt the shiver run down her spine. A grin creeping across his face, he felt through his hands the purr that escaped her lips.

Seconds later she was exploding, her legs tensing and writhing, her hands tightening around his, still holding him there. For more than a minute she rode wave after wave. Her eyes rolled back, and her hands trembled as he continued to thrust. Limply she closed her eyes, pleasure etched in her face, she finally removed her hands and put them down to make contact with his hips. Slowly he lowered his pace until it was not much more than a crawl, before she pulled her legs down and pushed him back out of her and slightly away from the bed. Dropping off of the bed she lowered herself onto her knees, sat on her feet, and opened her mouth to him. 

Grabbing his flanks she pulled him into her warm mouth. Deeply this time she took almost all of his length, and started swallowing to massage him. Pulling back, Dani looked up into his eyes, and then continued to swallow him. Not looking away, Nathan decided she wouldn't mind him helping.

Placing a hand on either side of her head he began pumping into her mouth. The warmth of her, and the control he found in his superior position rocketed climax to him, and without warning he began to spasm. Not moving to stop him Dani accepted his orgasm, completely swallowing hard for several moments, and he never saw any result of the climax other than a brief flash of her tongue as he backed away when it was over.

Wordlessly he turned away after a few deep breaths, leaving her kneeling at the foot of his bed, her skin glistening slightly with perspiration. Stalking down the short hall he entered the kitchen and snatched the bag they had brought off of the table, and swiped two beers out of the fridge before returning.

Reentering his room, he found Dani lying under the comforter of his bed propped up with his pillow.

"I went and grabbed the food. We'll just eat here," he said putting the bag and the beers in the middle of the bed before crawling under the comforter.

"Great," Dani replied sitting up even further to unload food, as Nathan twisted the beer caps off. "I like eating in bed; maybe I'll have an accident and need to be cleaned off."

"If you do I'll have to dump you in the shower and hose you clean with cold water," Nathan deadpanned.

Taking a long slow drink from his beer, Nathan didn't notice that Dani was staring at him until he put it back down. She hadn't made a sound. He looked at the astonished and eager face, admired her silver lip piercing, and decided to set her at ease again.

"It was just a joke Dani. I'm not some kind of asshole," he said trying to comfort her.

Surprisingly her expression didn't change. Waiting for her to say something, Nathan chewed an egg roll.

"What if I told you I'd be ok with that kind of stuff? Could you do it?" Dani questioned, completely ignoring food.

Finishing a bite, Nathan thought for a second, and replied. "Sure, anything you're into works for me. I dug having my hands around your neck, and loved spanking my last girlfriend."

"Could you do it harder next time?" Dani meekly offered. Then immediately began poking at some noodles.

"Yeah" Nathan said eagerly before adding. "I'd like that, but do you mean the spanking or the choking?"

"Both," Dani replied and began devouring noodles.

Over the next hour Nathan milled the idea of spanking her and choking her when they had sex. Meanwhile they ate, and watched some T.V. on the small set in his room. There was a lot of gray area between sex and what they were doing, so he figured he'd better get some more details out of her before making any new habits.

"What are you looking for Dani?" He asked while they lay in the bed, both still naked.

Taking a breath to think for a moment, Dani responded a little shyly. "Mostly to know that you're in charge in bed. That you are powerful, and I am yours to have."

It was a little more than Nate had bargained for. Being physically aroused by a slap or slight choke was all he had honestly expected, but Dani had an entire philosophy going here.

"So you want me to be the boss about sex, I say when we have sex, and how?" Nathan asked, turning from the television to look in her eyes.

"Definitely," she panted, holding his gaze. "I'll do anything you ask in here, as long as I can trust you."

Shortly Nathan put a hand on one of her flushing cheeks, and pulled her into a deep kiss. A minute later, their tongues and lips parted company and he looked again into her eyes. Feeling that she was getting heated he decided to take the new rules out for a spin.

"Stand up please," he said with an easy friendly tone.

Pushing the comforter aside, she swiveled her legs off of the bed and rose. When she turned around facing him, he pointed, and indicated she should stand at the foot of the bed. Smoothly she strode to the spot indicated, and smiled at him.

Lacing his fingers behind his head, Nathan leaned back and drank in the site of her from top to bottom. Her pink pig tails had become slightly mussed by his hands earlier, and her face was still a little flush with excitement. She had a smooth neckline, and narrow shoulders. Fit, but not athletic, she was not bony, and her skin was blemish, and virtually mark free. Her breasts stuck out well, and did not sag under their c-cup weight. They fit her frame nicely appearing well proportioned. Her flat stomach flowed seamlessly into her hips, displaying her crotch with its light velvety brown covering of hair.

"Turn around," Nathan indicated, by waving his index finger, and she complied, allowing him to take in the highly erotic sight of the nape of her neck and back. His eyes traveled south down to her rear end, which was round and firm looking. Instantly he decided to test her on the spanking offer.

"Turn back, and put your hands on the bed please," he said, and stood up himself.

When he walked up behind her he thought she was a little low for him to enter standing so he looked quickly around for some books to stand on. Once she was perched on them, he took in her legs again, and counted off seconds to a full minute before moving. He had decided to really see if she was sure they should do this by allowing her to get relaxed and not know what he was going to do.




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"Lift your head up high," Nathan ordered, surprising himself with a forceful tone of voice.

She reacted without surprise however, and her head shot up, causing her back to arch since her hips were now so much higher, standing on the books. Nathan found himself in awe at her response to the change in his voice, and tried to speak that way for the rest of the evening.

Watching her ass he counted off another minute slowly, drawing his left hand back behind her so she might not pick up on the movement. As the minute finally passed, and his hand was in place, he shot it forward into Dani's ass, hitting squarely in the middle, catching both cheeks. Dani squealed with the impact, and gasped for breath. His hand left a bright red image of itself on her.

Nathan had decided to swing hard on the first hit, and not hold much back. Dani had clawed the bed sheet, and was now breathing heavily, but hadn't moved other wise. Impressed he swung again, this time hard enough that his hand stung for several seconds. He was never really bothered by it as he was far to engrossed in watching her react to the blow. First she leaned forward sharply, and grunted huskily through clenched teeth. Then her mouth popped open and he could hear the sharp intakes of air from her gasps as she noisily panted. Finally, he watched in awe as a several tears escaped the corner of her eye and rolled down her cheek.

Almost reluctantly he pulled back for a third time and struck her even harder. This time she yelped loudly, and let out a long "Unnnnngggggggg" before repeating her open mouthed gasping. A few more tears slid down her face, leaving what Nathan thought of as an appealing trail along the way.

No longer hiding his movements, Nathan sharply drew his left hand back again, and then placed his right hand directly over the wicked red marks that had appeared on her backside. Dani groaned and wiggled a bit at the surprisingly tender touch.

The erection he sported was driving his brain now, he swiveled himself behind her, and entered in one move. She was so aroused that he felt only a warm wet welcoming. Moving swiftly, he began to plunge into her. 

Dani climaxed on his fifth stroke, and Nathan felt her tighten around him, sucking him deep into her, and shaking under his pleasure. She went on for a long time, alternating from moaning breathlessly to convulsing within, shortly Nathan was unable to stave himself off any longer, and began pulsing his own climax deep inside her. Part of way through it he collapsed onto her back and they both crashed into the bed breathing heavily. 



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---Special thanks once again to COPYCARVER for magnificent hacking and slashing to make this thing readable. I would like anyone who is interested to feel free to email any ideas or hopes they might have for Nathan's saga also. Thanks reading, 

Woodchuck---

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The next few weeks went easily. Nathan took Dani to a movie, and then dinner for their next date. Typical of new relationships, they explored each other's interests, and goals. Not knowing where his book would take him, Nathan told her he was interested in getting a real house, and that was about all he was working toward. She told him of her plans to move on, graduate school, and become a psychologist. Everything any other couple would do right up until they went back to the trailer, and he had her on top of him in bed facing his feet so he could slap her ass red on every third bounce.

Four weeks later he grabbed the lighter and told Mr. Gofelt to give him a raise of two dollars an hour. Robert approached him with an envelope the next day at work.

"Boss likes you Nate, said you get a raise, and he wants to back pay you two weeks on it," Robert commented as he grabbed his hard hat and started organizing the crew. During his lunch, Nathan sat in the bed of his truck, as had become his custom, and opened the envelope. It was just a check for one hundred and sixty dollars; apparently the boss had seen fit to give him enough of a raise to cover taxes and actually take home an extra two dollars an hour. An easy smile crossed Nathan's face.

After work, he called Dani to tell her the good news. She was proud of him, and he told her they would go out that weekend to spend the back pay on a great date. Nathan was quite satisfied with himself when he hung up his cell phone and spun his key in the ignition of the truck. The starter whined for half a second, before the engine woke out of its slumber and prepared to move the vehicle. As soon as Nate's hand touched the gearshift, a cloud darkened his mind.

Since the day in his living room with the book, he hadn't seen or heard from Pops. It wasn't uncommon to go a good stretch of time without seeing him. Dad and his grandfather had a falling out several years ago. Still, to drop such a powerful item in Nathan's lap, and then disappear. It didn't seem right.

Unfreezing his hand, Nathan put the truck in gear, and rumbled down the road. Now slightly agitated with worry, he pointed the wheels towards Pop's house. 

Braking in front of a small slightly rundown bungalow style house, Nathan stepped from the cab, and walked up the walkway. Pop's house had always been in disrepair, but he had always worked meticulously in the small flowerbeds that stretched beneath the windows. Today those beds were showing signs of neglect.

Walking around the house, Nathan peered through the windows, counted the newspapers stacking up on the porch, and cupped his hands to his eyes to look through the garage windows. Nothing was broken, and Pop's little green hatchback was not in the garage. Finally Nathan climbed back into his truck.

Feeling confused, and slightly abandoned, Nathan drove the truck aimlessly. Pops had never been much for disclosure, but something didn't feel normal about this. For some reason, Nathan felt that he would have been told, or maybe just known if Pops had left. 

In a random neighborhood on a random street, Nathan pulled the truck to the side and slumped in his seat. With his head dropping to the steering wheel he spun the ignition back, and yanked the keys free. He didn't move again for a few minutes.

When he did move again, Nathan awkwardly fumbled for the door release, and stepped out of the truck. He had decided that he would get a bit of air and try to think it through. He and Pops had spent a bit of time together over the years. The older man had watched Nathan when he was younger while his father was working. In the last few years they had spent less time together, as Pops and his father didn't get along very well due to some altercation that occurred while Nathan was in middle school, but Nate still felt close to him.

Nathan peered down the street he was on, the sunlight beginning to fade into the horizon, and saw that he had wandered five or six houses from the truck. The house he was now in front of was much like the rest of the neighborhood. Quaint and small, not new, but the streets hadn't succumbed to decline just yet. The homes were probably fifteen to twenty years old, and contained mature landscaping. The décor had altered slightly from the uniformity they had been built with, as people had added porches, painted differently, and done other such improvement projects over the years.

Seating himself on the home's low front wall, Nathan occupied himself with a few memories before his rear got stiff. Instead of making the obvious choice, and heading back to the truck, he oddly decided to swing his legs over the wall and settle himself between two bushes, his back resting on the wall.

Almost as soon as he was settled he heard a car coming down the road. Not caring he didn't bother to move or look up. He was a little surprised when he heard the car pull into the very driveway of the small white house he was in front of. Knowing he would be immediately seen as a derelict, and not someone struck with thought, Nathan slowly turned to look at the driveway. A small blue Acura had pulled into the driveway, and its driver turned off the vehicle, and was opening the door.

The driver turned out to be a petite Asian woman who Nathan guessed was in her early twenties. She had a very subdued attitude, and wore a matching navy blue skirt and blazer combo. The woman was wearing her hair pulled into a single long black ponytail that she had fastened tight at the base of her skull, and ran down past her waistline.

Miraculously she went straight to the front door clutching a small, black, handbag in one hand and some keys on an absurdly large set of key chains in the other. Never looking up she swiftly opened the front door, entered, and closed it behind her. Hearing the door lock, Nathan began to get curious about the insecure woman, and quietly moved to the front window to investigate.

Her house was kept immaculate: not a single object out of place, and no refuse in sight. The living room décor was somewhat modern with a black lacquer entertainment center and set of coffee and end tables accompanied by a black leather couch. She dropped her purse and keys on one of the end tables, and picked up a remote. Turning on her stereo didn't surprise Nathan nearly as much as her music selection and its volume.

The window blinds that he was using to per through began to pulse in time to the music as she had it turned it loud to a local rock station. His attention now completely captured, Nathan watched the girl remove her blazer and toss it onto the couch. Now moving to the music in a gray sleeveless top and navy skirt, she placed her left hand on her bobbing hip, and reached back with her right pulling her ponytail free. Black hair shook loose, and hung on her like a raven shroud as she ran both hands across her shoulders and upward through it. 

Abruptly the song ended, and she stopped moving and reached back to unzip the skirt. Standing with her feet wide to prevent the skirt from falling she began rotating her hips in a circular motion to the next song as her hands started to work on the buttons of her top. Putting her head down, her hair fell in front of her. The music hit a slow point, and she slowed also. Almost casually she rocked her feet closer to one another, head still down.

Hands on her hips with the slow beat, she lithely slid the skirt down alternating pushing down the right and left sides until it finally hit the end of her narrow hips and slid out of her hands and to the floor. Immediately the music picked up again and her head snapped up, black hair flying. Sucking in a sharp breath Nathan watched as she very nearly ripped the unbuttoned gray top off and threw it onto the floor next to her. 

Now completely unhindered by her outerwear, the Asian girl was really getting into it, her head moving in violent circles like a heavy metal guitarist, and her arms waving around her. Finally, she began to turn with Nathan's rapt attention. Clad only in high waisted full backed pale blue panties and a matching bra she spun softly to her left giving Nate a good view of her profile.

She was indeed small everywhere, with A-cup breasts that subtly jutted away from her body in the pale bra, and an ass that hardly protruded at all. In contrast her body was distinctly toned, and Nathan could see her stomach muscles ripple as she gyrated. Looking down at her solid abs his throat stuck, and his cock came to immediate erection when he saw the large puffy lips that were beginning to moisten the front of her panties. Not to scale with the rest of her, Nathan thought they must contain the only fat on her body, and they enticed him devilishly.

With out warning the Asian beauty stopped dancing, and bent to the coffee table giving Nate a great view of those lips from beneath her outstretched bottom. Picking up a remote and suddenly killing the music, Nathan knew it must be over, when she reached for a telephone that was ringing on the end table, and slumped into the couch.

Exasperated, Nathan slipped away from the window, and to the driveway thinking at first to get the house number and return later. That's when he noticed the girl's Acura still sitting in the driveway. She had left the windows down. Careful not to touch the car he looked around to make sure no one was near before sticking his head in. It only took a moment to see what he was hoping for.

Avoiding the car itself he casually reached into the vehicle and plucked a black lacy hair band from the gearshift knob. Looking around again he trotted off towards his truck. The experience had cleared his head. Figuring to give Pops a few days to surface before calling the cops, Nathan shoved the hair band in his back pocket, climbed into the cab, and started the truck.

Twenty minutes later he pulled up to the trailer. When he arrived he saw Melanie's car parked by the porch, and heard voices from inside when he reached for the front door and pulled it open. Almost as if he had sprung a trap, Melanie and Dani pounced on him when he stepped inside. Shocked he hugged them and looked around for dad.

George Prescott was slumped forward in a recliner looking at the door, an amused expression covering his face. Expecting the worst, Nathan moved into the room. Melanie spoke first.

"I went and got Dani after we couldn't reach you," She said, "Dani got worried, and I just thought maybe she'd like to wait for you with us."

"I tried calling too, and when I called the house Melanie said she'd get me. I'm so sorry Nathan," Dani added as she tried to keep her arms around him while he moved to the couch and sat.

"Sorry I disappeared on you guys. I tried to stop by Pop's house." Digging in his pocket, he removed his cell phone, and discovered that it was for some unknown reason, turned off. "What's next," Nathan replied looking at his father.

"Mel and I took the night off. I've still got the rent money you gave me. Let's all go eat and talk about something," George muttered barely loud enough to be heard, obviously concerned with something.

It turned out to be a somber dinner indeed. Eventually they all four loosened up, and talked about work, school, families, and other things. Melanie and Dani proved to be fast friends, joking easily with each other, and never showing any hints of disapproval for one another. When they returned to the trailer, Dani said she needed to use the restroom and followed Melanie inside, while Nathan waited for her at the truck. George came to the driver side door to talk to him.

"Listen, I wanted to say this at dinner, but couldn't get it out in front of that girl of yours," The elder Prescott sighed, "She's gorgeous by the way. We talked for almost an hour before you got home. I like her."

"Okay, Dad, thanks," Nathan said, and then added, "So what's on your mind?"

"Mel's gonna move in with me...in with us I mean," George answered honestly.

"Dad, that's great," Nathan chuckled. "Did you think I'd have a problem with it or something?"

"I guess not, Nate, it just seems to me that you're a man now, and I should be talking to you about stuff now. Not just telling you how things are gonna be," George said, and then looked away.

Silently avoiding eye contact, they both stared out into the night until Dani came out. George said goodbye to her. Shortly she got back in the truck and they were headed back to the dorm. The whole way there Nathan was aware of the hair band in his pocket. He knew there was no way he wanted to find someone new, or stop what he was doing with Dani, but the little Asian woman had been so erotic dancing in her living room earlier that she was the only other thought in his mind besides his grandfather. Finally Dani broke the silence.

"Is there anything I can do for you," she said, looking down at the dashboard.

"I'll be ok. I just need to sort it out and try to move on," Nathan replied, not taking his eyes from the road.

Chuckling a little bit, Dani tried again.

"No, I mean right now," Then she placed her hand on his thigh and slid it north towards his zipper. "Is there anything I can do for you now?"

Picking up on the much more forward advance, Nathan lifted her hand up out of his lap and kissed the back of it. A plot was now beginning to thicken in his head

"How much control do I have?" he verbally feinted.

"Complete." Her response was both quick and confident.

"What if I wanted to bring another girl in? Someone beneath you for us to both play with?" He said this, and glanced over to her. She didn't seem shocked.

"I think I could handle that, might even be fun. I haven't been with a girl before. My best friend in junior high tried to kiss me once, though. You said beneath both of us." Thoughtfully she spoke the thoughts as they formed in her head.

"Oh yeah. Think you can handle being in charge," Nathan questioned.

"Who's the other girl," Dani asked at last.

"I have no idea," Nathan lied.

Before he dropped her off, they agreed to scout the club the following Thursday for a likely girl. Nathan drove home in silence, not even turning the radio on. His mind split between Dani's willingness, the Asian girl's dance, and his own confusion. When he finally got home, he sprawled out on his bed and fell asleep with a pillow over his ears, trying to muffle out the sounds of Melanie's apparent celebration of moving in with his father.

The following day was Tuesday, and Nathan had to leave work when a lawyer called, asking Nathan to come by his law office. Jerome Willow, the lawyer, had said he was Pop's attorney. Nathan arrived at the office in thirty minutes, parked his truck in the lone free spot outside, and looked up at the arch over the front door.

"Willow, MacLean, and Sturgis," it read. Inside was a massive desk with an older woman sitting behind it. Nathan gave her his name and said Mr. Willow was expecting him.

Mr. Willow's name was like flipping a switch, and the woman stepped out from the desk and led him through a door behind it. They passed three doors before she knocked once on the fourth door and entered, holding it open. She left and closed it immediately after he entered.

Now standing in Jerome Willow's personal office, Nathan was not impressed. The walls contained the required books and diplomas, but hardly any personal effects. Seated behind a antique teak desk sat a large and imposing man with rich chocolate skin, and tight curly hair kept short and close to his scalp; it was obviously in the process of age's retreat to the back of his head.

"How do you do, Mr. Prescott," Willow said in a deep cold voice while standing and extending his hand.

"Not as good as my best day, Mr. Willow," Nathan said shaking the large hand and lowering himself into one of the two large black leather chairs opposite of the desk.

"As your grandfather's attorney, I have several things for you to sign and initial, but first your grandfather wanted you to have this. I'll let you have a moment with it. Can I get you a drink?" The larger man handed a large manila envelope to Nathan and stepped towards the door.

"Sure, a coke would be nice," Nathan replied absently as he grasped the envelope and leaned back into the chair. He wasn't sure if he was ready for words from the grave just yet.

One deep breath later he was tearing open the envelope, and extracting a long piece of legal paper from it. Reading slowly he took it in.

"Hey kid,

You're probably wondering where I've wandered off too. Just imagine it as some sandy, warm, sunny place, where if I'm lucky...women go topless. First thing I want you to know is that I had a reasonable amount of money saved up. I'll be giving it to you. It's gonna come to you in two checks. One this year for ten thousand, and one next year for five thousand. It's no Du Pont inheritance, but I hope it serves you well. I'd give it to you in one solid payment, but Mr. Willow says the taxman will come looking for a piece if I do.

Do me a favor kid. Try to use the money to get you and your dad out of that god-forsaken trailer you call home. I know either of you is happy with it, and both of you deserve better. 

Don't worry about my house. Willow is going to start to liquidate it and everything in it for me as soon as you are finished with him. He'll send me the money, and that'll be that.

This brings me to the last part of this letter. I told Mr. Willow to leave you alone to read it. If he hasn't, ask him to now.

You've surely figured out by now that the book I gave you is one hell of an item. Just be careful with it. Never let on that you've got it. Don't tell anyone about it. I haven't used it myself in more than thirty years, but I still see the shadows searching for it. It's big power son. And big power brings big enemies. You've got two choices here. You can get to it as fast as you can, and learn to take care of yourself, or you can use it as sparingly as possible, and try to avoid detection.

No matter what you decide, don't come looking for me. By leaving, I've drug all the seekers behind me; they'll be following me for a while now. So you've got a little time to make your decision. Incase you decide to use the book to grow, and be a force through it, I've collected what little bit of information I have on it, and placed it in a safety deposit box for you to go to. Willow will give you the key before you leave, but the form I gave the bank allowing you access isn't valid until three weeks from now. Do not try to go there if you decide to stay low.

I know it seems pretty shitty of me to give this amazing gift without explaining the details, but trust me. It's better this way, that book has been with us for a long while, ever since it was made. I gave it to you, not only because it stays in the family, but also because let's face it, you needed something.

Good Luck kid. Pops"

Closing his eyes and resting his head on the back of his chair Nathan imagined he could hear Pop's voice. He was only still for a little bit when Jerome Willow walked back in with a glass in each hand.

"I'm sorry about all this son, your grandfather is an odd man, a lawyer always reads about these strange sorts of goings on, but you never actually think you'll be in one." He spoke slowly, and extended the glass in his left hand.

"Thanks Mr. Willow. What's next?" Nathan grabbed the glass and took a long drink, feeling like he was washing the sorrow back down his throat.

"If you want, I get you to sign a few things, and my firm will issue you a check to cover your grandfather's wishes. Of course I also have a key for you. I'm hoping your grandfather explained it to you, because he didn't explain it to me."




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Nathan's visit to the law firm lasted another twenty minutes before he was back in his truck. He decided to head home instead of back to the job site. Robert had said not to worry about the rest of the day, and he didn't intend to.

Melanie was still at the house when he got there, and he waited a few more hours until twelve-thirty before the two of them emerged from the master bedroom. Nathan's father was curious the second he saw Nathan.

"What's going on, Nate," he asked.

"I got a call from a lawyer today. Said Pops left the country, and gave me some money, enough to find a new place," Nathan smiled at his dad.

"Seriously?" George was floored. "You can leave the trailer?"

"Yup, no more trailer," Nathan said, seeing the relief and excitement in his father's eyes. "I was thinking...maybe you guys would like to share something with me?"

Neither Melanie nor George could agree fast enough, and Nathan spent the rest of the afternoon quite pleased with himself. Dani was happy for him too, and was sad that she had to study for a test the next day or she'd love to show him personally how glad she was for him.

A half hour after the couple left for their jobs, Nathan went to his bedroom and retrieved the lighter, the thong, the hair band, and his book. Opening it to where he had left off he saw that there was now much more text. Briefly reading it, the book told him that he could have a maximum of six locks, and that after he completed the remaining tasks he would be able to use them just by whispering under his breath and focusing on the lock. No longer would he need to have the item in hand. Just make sure it was in a safe secure place. It also explained to him the images that were in his head when he was at the club the other night. If he wanted to, he could just get near someone and concentrate to get a clear image of the personality in his mind. 

The last paragraph was about how he treated the people for whom he had locks. If he treated them well according to their own personality they would gradually become good to him and be controllable for an indefinite period of time. However, if he used the locks to have them do things far outside their own desires they would quickly harden to the control, and need more and more explicit commands, eventually throwing off the control all together as well as instinctually disliking Nathan.

Soon as he was done with the book, he picked up the hair band and brought up the image of the girl's large lips pressing out against her panties. He whispered to it that she should dress sexy, and be at Club Torrid no later than ten o-clock the next evening. He also whispered that she would be feeling adventurous, but not up to anything with anyone but himself and Dani if the two of them approached her.

Next he put the band down and picked up the lighter. He asked Mr. Gofelt to assist him in getting back into school, and to offer any help he could to Nathan's house search that would begin soon. Picking up his things he returned them to his room and spent the rest of the evening watching T.V. before hauling himself to bed at ten.

Morning seemed to come to Nathan the very second he closed his eyes that evening, except now he was very refreshed and ready for a good day. This first half of his workday came and went in a blur and he found himself watching a large Mercedes drive on to the job site and park near the office the job site foreman had set up in an old travel trailer.

When he saw Mr. Gofelt step out of the driver seat of the Mercedes, Nathan knew it was about him, and began walking towards the office. He was half way there when he saw Gofelt clear everyone out of the office, and send someone to find him. Rick, the man sent to find him met Nathan half way to the office, told him the boss wanted him, and kept going.

Opening the door to the travel trailer let a blast of icy air out. The managers and supervisors held their meetings in it, and left the air on high from the moment they arrived until the last man left. As Nathan stepped inside he saw that Mr. Gofelt was seated in a Lazy Boy with a few sheets of paper in his lap, reviewing a report from the foreman. Opposite of the lazy boy was a small worn sofa. Gofelt gestured to Nate to have a seat. Feeling no nerves about the situation, Nathan casually sat down and waited for Gofelt to finish reading. 

Nathan had barely seated himself when Mr. Gofelt began to speak. "Nate, I gotta admit nobody ever has anything bad to say about you." His voice was strong and smooth, a man who was accustomed to getting his way. "And I need guys like that. Guys whose superiors respect them, 'cause every new guy we get is going to learn from those superiors that Nate Prescott can be counted on."

"Thanks, Mr. Gofelt, I've liked working with the guys so far," Nathan was relaxed as he said this, knowing it was going to be a good deal.

Gofelt leaned to one side, and shuffled the papers in his lap. Roughly he cleared his voice before continuing.

"I want someone who's got that respect and is willing to step up and take some responsibility with it," Gofelt said, looking straight ahead into Nathan's eyes. "So I have an offer. I'd like it if you went to the community college and took some construction management classes. If you do well, the union will demand you be promoted, and I'll have someone with knowledge and respect. If you graduate their program, I'll give you your own crew. I'm willing to reimburse you the cost of it if you can get at least a three point zero GPA." He finished, and held out the papers to Nathan.

Picking up the papers, Nathan saw that they were just a simple contract, with him agreeing to achieve a three point zero GPA in exchange for Gofelt covering tuition costs.

"No problem sir, I'll pull the grades easy." Nathan was pleased; every time he asked for something from the book he got his efforts returned double. He had asked for help with school, and got advancement chances as well as his tuition covered. With calm confidence he signed the papers and handed them back to Mr. Gofelt.

Gofelt stood after tucking the papers into his small leather-bound briefcase, and shook Nathan's hand. Then as almost an afterthought, he added. "Kid, word on the site is you're looking for a new place to live."  There was no such word, but Nathan was now glad he had mentioned it to the lighter the previous evening.

"Yes sir, I came into some cash, and its time to get a real house," Nathan said simply.

"I know a guy who develops residential property, I think I have one of his cards," The big man shuffled in his shirt pocket for a moment and pulled out a small white card. "Yeah, here it is, just tell him I asked you to call, and he'll know who you need to speak to."

Picking the card from Mr. Gofelt's hand, Nathan couldn't believe his good fortune. Not only had the man gone above what he'd asked for from the schooling, but he'd also known whom to call about the house. Furthermore, unless Nathan was mistaken he'd just given him a lock to the housing contact. Flipping the cards through his fingers, he stayed in the trailer until the company owner was driving away, and let a huge grin tear its way across his face before heading back to the job.

Once work was finished for the day, Nathan drove home and jumped in the shower. As he was drying off, he called Dani to find out what time she'd be getting to the club, and was pleased to learn that another DJ had taken the spot from her as a favor, and that she'd be free to look for someone with him. Agreeing to pick her up at nine, he hung up to lie down for a nap before dressing.

Dressed in a red polo and blue jeans, Nathan rolled to pick up Dani. She came out to meet him in the parking lot with a small black tee on and a red plaid skirt. It hung loose with pleats around her and measured just above her knees. Her feet bore black leather platform shoes with silver buckles, her legs were covered in black stockings, and her pink hair was worn free like the night he met her. Nathan was hard from the moment he laid eyes on Dani.

Turning out of the parking lot, Nathan dropped his hand onto her leg and slid it up her thigh. Her stockings ended just above mid thigh, and he smiled.

"Those are nice," he said before continuing the progress of his hand straight into her crotch. Another four inches, and he struck the smooth satin fabric of her panties. Gliding his fingers over the front of them, he felt her warmth spread and heard the breath escape her mouth.

"What color are they?" he asked her while pulling up to a stoplight.

"If you're good I'll show you later." She tried to say it sexily, but was brought up short when he stared at her, not believing what he heard. Picking up on the mistake, her mouth hung open for a minute.

"If I'm good?" Nathan questioned her with his eyes as well. Staring deep into her. The light flicked back to green and he did not move.

"I...I'll show you now if you like. They're..." She never finished, as he put an index finger to her lips, silencing her.

Dropping his finger he finally hit the gas and kept moving. Eventually adopting a dark tone, he said, "It's done. I'll see them the moment I'm ready to."

He didn't wait long. When they pulled into the club parking lot he snagged a parking spot near the door, the passenger side of his truck facing away from it. He got out quickly, and crossed to her door. Once there, Nathan opened it wide and stood directly in her path.

"Ok I'm ready to see them now," He spoke in his normal tone, but to Dani it sounded as if he was shouting to the masses.

"Seriously Nate, Here?" She was looking left and right worrying about who might see.

"And now, Dani. Lift the skirt high so I can see." Casually Nathan placed his hand on the roof of the truck and leaned on it. 

In her seat, Dani squirmed a bit before finally bringing her wide eyes to him. Seeing that he wasn't going to bend on this, she yanked the skirt high, holding it well above her waist, and looking at his face. Nathan stared into her crotch for a good long thirty seconds, knowing she felt it was an eternity. The panties were scarlet red, and the waistband was lacy and the way it disappeared around her hips showed that they were probably a thong or g-string style.

"Turn around, keep the skirt up," Nathan said as he twirled a finger in a circular motion. Once again seeing his resolution, Dani rose in her seat, and turned. She kneeled on the bench seat with her skirt up over her back, and her firm butt sticking outward at him. The black thigh highs contrasted nicely with her skin, and Nathan's heart raced as his eyes traced the thin scarlet strip of satin up through her cheeks, to the small triangle of fabric at the waistband.

"Does your bra match?" Nathan asked with a smirk on his face.

"Yes, I bought them both earlier, just before I got ready tonight." Dani was exasperated, thoroughly embarrassed, and highly aroused by him now.

"God I love it when you match. Put your skirt down, let's go inside," Wanting to just take her home and jump in bed, Nathan held out his hand to help her out of the truck, and shut the door behind them. He smiled as they walked up when he saw that Dani was still blushing.

Club Torrid was not jumping. Just like the night he had met Dani, this Thursday it was calm. Perhaps the place was at half occupancy. Dani and Nathan were sitting perched on stools at a small table near the dance floor. They chose the table because of its good view of the dancers, and the line of sight it gave them of the door as well.

So far Nathan hadn't spotted the Asian girl, but it was still a quarter until ten, and he had all faith that the book would deliver. He was very impressed with Dani however. Ever since he had forced her to flash him in the truck, she had jumped to comply with even the slightest of his suggestions.

"Dani, what do you think of her?" he asked pointing at a tall brunette in a white and yellow dress before adding. "She's kinda nice."

Quick to look at the girl, Dani was clearly not impressed with what she saw.

"I'm hoping you'll let me have something more exotic looking," she said moving on and scanning the crowd.

She was watching the dance floor, while Nathan observed the door. If a girl was leaving, he asked Dani what she thought before the girl could get away. He was just about to suggest she look at a redhead that had gotten close to the exit when the Asian girl he was expecting finally appeared.

Anxious, she darted straight away for the restroom. Chuckling, Nathan got Dani's attention.

"OK, this girl just walked in the club, and practically ran for the bathroom once she cleared security." He nodded his head towards the women's room as he spoke. "Watch for her to come out--she's Asian. I want to know what you think."

Nodding her agreement, Dani turned her chair to the restroom door, and gazed at it...waiting. The small hairs on the back of Nathan's neck sizzled with excitement. Dani's every action was done out of desire to please him, and he felt that her willingness was boundless. Knowing that her humility in the parking lot was causing this amazing obedience, he promised himself to have a long talk with her about her feelings before, during, and after this night.

"Oh...she looks perfect," Dani said suddenly. 

Snapped out of his delirium, Nathan followed her eyes to the Asian girl from the other night. Tonight, the girl had come looking hot. Raven hair hung straight down her back with two silver butterfly clips in it just above either temple. Her top was a dark purple tank with thin shoulder straps. It bore the designers logo across her chest. Covering her legs were a pair of faded blue jeans, and modest black shoes. The low waist of the jeans created a slight separation between them and the bottom of her top, allowing occasional glimpses of smooth skin. 

"Clearly her version of dressing sexy is similar to mine," Nathan thought to himself as she tentatively walked away from the lavatory to the bar and ordered a drink. Slipping a ten from his pocket, Nathan reached out and handed it to Dani.

"Go buy her drink, and get her back here," he told her.

Nodding her head, Dani hopped down from her stool and hurried over while the bartender was still throwing ice in the glass. Interested, Nathan watched as Dani squeezed up to the bar next to her. The girl must have only been about five feet tall; Dani seemed to tower over her at five foot six. Finished with the drink, the bartender handed it to the girl when Dani thrust him her money and smiled big for the Asian's attention. Confused the girl clearly let Dani take the lead, and shortly Dani was pointing back to the table, and indicating that she follow.

As they got closer, Nathan made no attempt to hide his gaze, looking firmly at both of them and appraising. The Asian was much more exciting up close, and seated her self at the small table with them. Her almond shaped eyes were darting around with anxiety, and knee was bobbing with nervous energy as she sat with them.

Dani, meanwhile, was without a doubt pleased with herself, and leaned close into the table to the girl and Nathan. Acting like she hadn't been expressly sent on a task, she held her hand out at the girl and looked at Nathan.

"This is Aimee, Nate, I met her at the bar." Dani was beaming now. "I had to buy her a drink just to get a better look at her."

Aimee blushed slightly, but seemed happy with the situation.

"Wonderful to meet you Aimee, I'm Nathan." He was warm and welcoming, and held his hand out to her. Ducking her head just slightly, she extended her own hand and he shook it briefly.

For the next thirty minutes they talked about what they all did, and what they all liked to do. Aimee worked the drive-through line at a bank branch near her home, and had done so for the last three years. She was twenty-one years old, and Nathan was fairly bored with the discussion. When Dani asked Aimee why she had come to the club, Nathan was shaken from the haze. He was very attentive to her response, knowing that she was here because he had used her hair band as a lock.

"I thought that maybe it was time I go out and try to meet some people. I've been saying I needed to for months. A really good friend of mine told me about this place a long time ago. I just sorta jumped on it tonight," Aimee blushed subtly, and looked away awkwardly. 

Leaning in close to her, Nathan opened his mind to her. Slowly the vision of her standing naked, tied spread eagle to a wall, entered his thoughts. Taking a deep breath, he looked closer, and saw a large ball jutting from her mouth like the gag Ving Rhames wore on pulp fiction. Aimee's was blue not red, however, and had straps that crossed over her head and ran in an upside down V from between her eyes, down to the corners of her mouth. Suppressing a shiver, Nathan looked up at Aimee.

"What kind of people did you come here to find, Aimee?" Smiling warmly, he held contact with her dark brown eyes. Any other man would have never gone for the kill like that, but since the book, and the parking lot, Nathan was invigorated with confidence.

"People like me, I guess."

"And what would be like you?" Nathan did not relent. Aimee broke eye contact, and looked at the floor. 

"I dunno. I'm not here to find a hook up, I think I need things other people wouldn't like." Her voice was almost a whisper, and Dani reached out and grasped one of her hands.

"We may be able to help you... Do you want to dance?" asked Dani as she stood. She didn't release Aimee's hand as they stood and moved to the dance floor. Stepping onto the hardwood, Dani looked back and winked slyly to Nathan.

For the first half of a song, Nathan just watched. He knew Aimee could dance, but was surprised that her first reaction was to flush, and stand rigid for a while. Dani moved in fast, sensing her anxiety. Placing her hands on Aimee's hips, Dani began dancing. Locking eyes with the Asian, Dani moved them both in a slow circle, rocking her hips to the beat, and allowing her hands to nudge Aimee's hips to the same. Aimee's hair began to swing around her, whipping and shimmering in the dance lights. 

Entranced, Nathan stared at them slack jawed. Looking around, he saw that a good half of the people not dancing had their eyes on them. He couldn't blame them. Dani's pierced lip and pink hair, combined with Aimee's eastern features and incredible long hair, were easily the most exotic, and erotic thing happening on this side of town. Deciding not to be a spectator, he practically leapt from his stool and out onto the floor.

By the time he got to them, Dani had released her hold, and Aimee's hips were rocking on their own. Neither girl broke their gaze with one another, as Nathan spun his way between them. Coming to a natural comfort with their dancing, the three of them took turns moving from one center of attention to another. They danced for the better part of an hour before finally succumbing to fatigue, and stumbling off of the floor. Nathan noticed a couple having an animated conversation. Both were staring right at him, and looked away startled when he had looked their direction.

"Apparently we had an audience," he commented lightly as they ascended their stools again.

"Did we?" Dani asked. " I was too busy staring at Aimee to notice."

"I saw them. Fourteen different people, all looking at us, and whispering to each other if they were together," Aimee said with a bit of hesitation, a flush coming to her face after Dani's comment.

"You noticed all of that with the dancing," Nathan said between deep renewing gulps of air.

"I always notice. Usually someone is looking at me at the store, or work. But tonight there were fourteen, and they were all much more interested."

"That's 'cause you are gorgeous Aimee," said Dani. "Most women would kill to have your hair."




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A few awkward seconds later, Nathan feinted a look at the clock on his cell phone, and looked directly at Dani.

"It's getting late, we need to run. I still have work tomorrow," he said evenly. Then, looking at Aimee. "You should have dinner with us. We would love to talk to you about some things."

"What kinds of things?" It wasn't said, but Nathan felt like the words came straight out of her dark eyes.

"Things like what you're looking for," said Dani, not missing a beat filling in the blanks that Aimee was drawing.

Nathan had her punch her phone number into his cell, and then saved it for later.

"We'll call you tomorrow, and have dinner Saturday night. I'll give you the time and place on the phone," he said.

Aimee nodded, and reached to gather herself to leave just as Nathan and Dani walked out. Back in the truck, Nathan put his arm around Dani for the drive, and noticed how hot she was. Removing his arm, he turned the heater onto a low setting.

"Getting cooler out here, guess it'll be winter soon," Nathan said with a sly grin.

"Oh, I don't know. I think we're just hot from dancing with Aimee...she's gorgeous," replied Dani resting her head on his shoulder.

"Do you think she's up to being with both of us," Nathan was almost whispering, as he asked.

"I know she is. We were lucky to catch her on a night that she was feeling bold. I bet that any other night, she just plays the two finger dee jay on herself and passes out."

Feeling his heart speed up with Dani's vulgarity, Nathan clicked the heater to a higher speed, and glanced over at her.

"Do you have class tomorrow?" he asked her softly.

"Nothing I can't miss. What did you have in mind?"

He picked up his volume and put a bit of steel in his voice. "Lose everything but your panties and bra. You're staying with me for a few days."

Starting to get used to the different tones of his voice, Dani only made the slightest glance to see if he was joking before sitting up straight, and unbuttoning her shirt. Pulling the rearview mirror down hard, Nathan ensured that he could watch without losing sight of the road.

"Tomorrow, you call Aimee and make the arrangements. If it works out, I want her to know you're the one in control of her," Nathan ordered, as the bra came into view through Dani's now open shirt.

A quarter through their ten-minute drive, Dani was down to just her scarlet lace and satin bra and panties, lounging on the seat next to him. Having seen the bottom earlier, most of his attention was on her bra. Satin three-quarter cups topped with a discreet amount of lace, pulling and pushing her chest just right so that her boobs looked to be on the verge of bursting loose at any moment.

"I need to touch you, put your feet on the dash...wide," Nathan commanded as he was getting off of the highway. When she gently slouched down into the bench seat, and placed her left foot up near the steering wheel, he was exhilarated. It was dramatic enough to make someone follow commands under the power of one of his locks, but to have Dani follow his every order completely aware and willingly...that was just amazing.

"You like this?" he asked.

"Mmm Hmm" It was a half coo, half purr.

Taking his right hand off the wheel, he ran his fingers over her ankle. Nathan was trying to appear casual, but the tension building in his pants was a clear distraction. Letting it rest on her ankle he started circling his thumb over the ball of the joint for a few seconds. Then slowly raised his hand so that only his fingertips touched her, and slid it slowly down the inside of her leg. Dani bucked slightly in her seat, biting her lip with the sensation.

When his fingers reached the satin covering he cupped his hand over her, feeling her rising heat in the palm of his hand. Squeezing her slightly, he ran his fingers over the satin, pressing them into her just enough to see her head fall back to the top of the seat, her eyes closed.

One mile from the trailer, he stopped at a light and looked over at a car in the neighboring lane. With no attempt to look like he was doing anything but gawking, an older man in another pickup was staring straight out of his window at Dani. The man was clearly impressed. Nathan nodded to him. The man's response was a big thumbs-up, and Dani's face turned a deep red when she noticed the interaction. As the light changed, Nathan pulled away feeling decadent, and more than a little confined in his pants.

It was all he could do to not fly through the remaining streets at a hundred miles an hour. Sliding the fingers of his right hand over the smooth fabric, and trailing the tips up and down the inside of her thigh, Nathan could hear her soft breath escaping at irregular intervals, and his own pace quickened at the sight of her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Trying hard to keep focus on the road, and still not let Dani cool off, Nathan was both excited and relieved when the trailer came into view.

Parking as close as he could to the front door, and checking his mirrors for onlookers, Nathan reached over Dani and seized her discarded clothing in his fist. She was stammering weak protests at him as he got out of the cab and walked around to her side. Dani was still trying to convince him to give her the skirt and top when he opened the passenger side door and held his hand out for her.

"C'mon lets go inside," he said warmly.

Dani was staring back at him with a look of complete surprise. For an instant all she did was stare, then knowing what she was going to end up doing, she began turning left and right, trying to scan out the windows of the truck to see if anyone would see.


A bit reluctantly, she leaned forward and took his hand in hers. Shuddering inside, she descended to the ground, acutely aware that if any one was looking she would be revealed in her flimsy satin bra and panties, panties that were a distinctly darker shade of red in the front from Nathan's teasing in the truck. Gripping his hand tightly, and keeping her head down in fear and embarrassment, they walked up to the door. 

Nathan was walking far slower than the mad dash she had been hoping for; as a result, she kept a terrorized hold on his hand, and forced herself to walk at his pace. Once they got to the door, Nathan unlocked it, and held it gentlemanly open for her. There was no way on earth that Dani could have possibly gotten through it faster. Smirking happily, Nathan followed her in and shut the door.

Once in the door, Nathan wanted to waste no time. Dani was staring at him, an exasperated look on her face. He simply ignored it, and reached around her placing his hands on her rear, and lifting her up onto his hips. With her legs locked around him, he walked her down the hall of the trailer, and dove onto the bed with her beneath him.

"Oh god Nathan, this is so hot," Dani moaned beneath him.

Reaching between them to slip his hands beneath her panties, Nathan watched her eyes roll back, and her mouth fall open. Just rubbing his palm over her hot wet center seemed to drive her insane, so he kept at it. Then bringing his mouth down firmly over hers, he watched as her eyes fluttered back to lock onto his.

Moaning onto his lips, Dani lifted her hips into his hand as he stroked her. The excitement from the parking lot, meeting Aimee, and stripping down in the truck coming to a head quickly, pushing her quickly through the earlier stages of arousal, and dropping her right at the edge of climax.

Feeling the quivering girl under him getting so close, Nathan rubbed her harder, pushing his fingers into her slick lips and over the soft button inside. Drawing them back and forth over it, he felt her arms gripping him tighter around the shoulders, her body shaking on his hand...wetting it with her orgasm.

Dani whimpered into Nathan's kiss through the wave that was riding out of her. Feeling him still manipulating her with his hand, she shook on him. Long seconds drifted past, and still she whimpered and shuddered. Finally breaking their kiss and breathing deep, Dani gazed upward at him. Nathan smiled down to her, kissed her warmly on the forehead, and lifted himself off of the bed. Seeing her on the bed, arms and legs spread and forgotten, seemingly unable to move more than just following him with her eyes, Nate discarded his own clothes, and lay down beside her. She turned to one side, as he did, putting her back against him. Pulling a thick blanket over both of them he slid his arm under hers, and across her chest, gripping her side with his fingers.

"Wonderful Dani....you were wonderful tonight," he cooed in her ear.

They were both asleep in minutes, breathing deep and clinging to one another. 



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It was nine in the morning when Nathan's cell phone rang. He'd been at work for three hours, and was idly wondering when she'd call.

"Hey there," he said as he pulled the phone to his ear.

"Good morning," Dani said. He could hear the sleep in her voice. "You must be a wreck this morning, what did you sleep? Like an hour?"

"I'll make it. Have you gotten out of bed yet?"

"Nope, I looked out the window though, and your dad and Mel's cars are there," she sounded nervous at the prospect of being discovered. 

"He won't care, grab a shower, get some breakfast, and relax I'll be home around two-thirty," Nathan said. "Oh, and be sure to call and try to set up tomorrow night with Aimee."

"Ok lover, I'm on it," Dani said with a short giggle. "You better get back to work if you're gonna bring bacon this evening."

Nathan said a goodbye, and caught a look from his boss, Robert. Phone calls were generally frowned on if you weren't on a break. Nate reminded himself to let it ring if it happened again, and grinned as he went back to work unbundling a large stack of lumber.

He had woken up to his alarm clock with ease. As was becoming usual, no matter how much sleep he got, he was completely refreshed when he woke. Things were still looking up in his world, and he intended to keep them that way.

Along the drive to the jobsite, he had come to the conclusion that he wouldn't crawl into a hole with the book and disappear. He'd been living with next to nothing for so long that he'd be damned before giving up on opportunities the book presented. No, he'd rather be dead than forced to scrape a meager existence out again.

Freed from that decision, his work day had been uplifting. The simple tasks let his mind spin, formulating a plan for his future. He still had a bit of time before he could open the safe deposit box and get Pop's information out, and he planned to advance in the book before that time came up.

At lunch, he grabbed a hoagie off of the kitchen truck that usually appeared, and jumped into the bed of his truck. In between bites, he glanced around to make sure the rest of the crew was a fair distance away. Then he flipped open his phone again, and called his house.

"Hello," It was Dani's voice that greeted him.

"Hey, just taking my lunch, and thought I'd see how you were getting by."

"I'm great, Mel woke up a while ago, and we've been hanging out."

"How'd it go with Aimee?"

"Well," Dani hesitated. "I took a little creative license out on her."

"Meaning?" Nathan sat up straight in the truck. He wasn't sure if he was more curious at what she'd done, or excited.

"I got her voice mail, so on a lark, I sorta told her to meet us at Fitzgerald's tomorrow at seven."

"Okay," Nathan said. He wasn't sure what the big deal was. "You afraid she won't come?"

"No, I'm just hoping I didn't intimidate her," Dani said. "As soon as I got her voice mail, and it beeped, I said 'Aimee, this is Dani, you met me and my boyfriend last night, and I want you to meet us at Fitzgerald's tomorrow seven PM sharp, don't be late, Nathan wouldn't like that. Don't pull your hair up, and wear a skirt. I can't wait to see you there."

Nathan grinned, Dani hadn't made arrangements with Aimee, so much as she'd made the arrangements, and told Aimee how it was going to be.

"Well, if you've scared her off, I'll have to punish you for your mistake," he said. He was trying to make the threat sound reasonable, even though he wasn't sincere.

"I know, but I think that if she does show up, we'll already be much closer to an understanding with her."

Nathan's mouth hung open a bit at Dani's acceptance of his threat, she hadn't balked or anything, it was almost as if she had accepted the possibility before he'd said it.

"Nate," Dani said; her voice a whisper. "If you have a second, I wanted to talk to you about something else, I moved into the bathroom for some privacy."

"Okay," Nate was a little taken back.

"It's just that, you're doing such a great job being in control, I was hoping that I could show you how much I appreciate it."

"What did you have in mind?" Nathan found himself leaning forward, waiting for her words.

"Well, I wanted to show you how much I respect you for taking charge of me when we're together, so I thought," Dani stopped for a second, and Nate could almost feel her nerves through the phone. "I thought maybe when we're together, and alone, I could call you 'Sir'."

The other end of the phone became quiet like a tomb. Dani had completely shut down after the word 'Sir'. Nate was a bit shocked by her request, and more surprised by his own excitement for it. After a moment he realized it was quiet because they were both holding their breath.

"Breathe Dani," he said after his own breath. Then he heard a sharp intake of air from the phone. "I think I'd love to hear you call me Sir. When ever we have privacy, I think it works."

"Thank you...Sir"

Nate was amazed at how he could feel the hairs on the back of his neck buzz with approval when she said it, addressing him with it for the first time. His cheeks flushed with warmth, and began to hurt after a few seconds of grinning like a Cheshire cat. Finally, he was able to speak a few seconds later.

"Oh, I had no idea how much that would turn me on," Nathan said, hoping she would at least feel half of what he was. "I'd better finish my lunch though, and get back to work. I'll see you in a few hours, and get you out of the house."

"Can we go by my dorm to get some clothes?"

"Sure, I need to hit that side of town anyhow."

"Thank you, Sir"

They hung up together. Again, Nathan felt his chest vibrate when she said it. If he didn't get used to hearing it quickly, he'd look like a goof every time he heard it from her.

Nate wolfed down the rest of his sandwich; he barely had enough time to toss out his trash before the crew was getting back to business. He spent the last hour and a half of his work day in a haze of pleasure. He was having questions about his relationship with Dani, but they were all good questions.

Thinking he knew where things with her were headed pleased him, but knowing where things with her already were pleased him too. It was one of the few time in his life, where he needed to get answers about something, but all of the possible answers he imagined were good.

The truck rolled home with Nathan driving like he'd stolen it. He wanted to get back to Dani, and watch her lips the first time she called him 'Sir' in person. Part of him thought it a bit foolish to be so excited, but a larger part of him had no shame at all.

Gravel jumped into the air when he locked up the brakes in front of the trailer. He opened the door and entered in one sudden movement, and startled everyone inside. "Shit son, is there a fire?" his father asked.

"Crap, sorry dad," Nathan said, noticing the pale expressions Melanie, and his father were wearing. They had been looking at some papers on the kitchen table, and had apparently been very focused up to the point where Nate had flung the door open. Dani was sitting at the couch, staring at the couch with a bright red blush on her cheeks. "I was just trying to get home quick so Dani and I could hit the bank before it closed."

"Uh-huh," his father said, looking at Nathan with a 'you have got to be kidding' expression. "That's about two hours away. If you don't hurry you'll never make it."

"Right," Nate said, letting the word die as it was spoken. "That made a lot more sense as I was racing home, than it does now."

"It's ok," Dani said, apparently having controlled her blush, she was jumping up from the couch. "Now we have time for some shopping too."

"Now you're talking girlfriend," Melanie said with one hand held high in a victory salute.

George Prescott laughed, while Melanie and Dani grinned at Nate. Realizing he was still holding the door, Nate turned to hold it open for Dani as they left.

"See you later son," George said, still laughing. "Don't spend the rent money."

After they were driving out of the park, Nate snorted at himself, and took Dani's hand in his. She squeezed him, and they drove in silence. It was three blocks before he spoke.

"Do you think we can talk for a second," Nathan asked. He was already pulling over to a strip mall.

"Of course."

Pulling into a parking spot, Nate shifted in his seat, and took both her hands.

"You told me you wanted to know I was in charge in the bedroom. You wanted me to decide when and how we have sex. Right?"

"Absolutely" Dani said without hesitation. She was looking back at him, her blue eyes sparkling with intensity.

"So, what I was wondering," Nathan was balling his toes up in his shoes to keep his composure as he spoke. "Is if that's all you're after. To me, you seem to want more. Do you want me to be in charge of more?"

Dani blinked. Her eyes softened a bit under his gaze, and she looked down away from him.

"Yes, Sir"

Nathan knew that the pounding of his heart could be heard out side of the truck. It felt like it was going to jump out of his chest when she spoke. He'd gotten the answer to the question he spent the last of his work day asking himself, and he'd seen her lips move as she spoke the one word he'd been dying to hear in person.

Silently, Nathan counted to fifteen before putting the truck back in reverse, backing out, and leaving the strip mall parking lot. He was half a block away when he took her hand again. She was still looking down.

"I think I'd love to try it," he finally said. "I'd be proud to be in charge of you Dani."

Dani still didn't speak, Nathan wasn't sure if she was stunned, or just had nothing to say. He got a shiver down his spine when she leaned over and kissed his cheek though. Instead of letting her kiss and run, he released her hand, and wrapped his arm around her as he drove. Holding her next to him, happy they were together.

He didn't let her go even as they pulled up to the drive through teller at his bank, and deposited the check he'd gotten at Mr. Willow's office. Then he held onto her the entire drive from the bank to her dorm, only letting go of her when they had parked. 

"Get comfortable clothes for tomorrow, then something hot for our date with Aimee, and casual clothes for Sunday. Don't forget to grab any books you need to study, and bathroom things that you might need," he said. "I'm gonna make a phone call."

"Do you mind if I change what I'm wearing today?" She was still in the little black shirt, and red skirt from the night before.

"Go for it, I'll see you in a bit."

Dani practically bounced into her dorm, and Nathan quickly opened his wallet, and examined the business card Mr. Gofelt had given him. It was a very professional card from Gofelt's residential developer friend. Nathan had already decided to push his luck with this one. Knowing that he'd have to be careful dealing with the man in the future, because the use he was going to put this lock through was sure to stress the mans normal behavior.

Nathan took a moment to formulate his wishes into a few good sentences, and then gazed at the card, he was nervous that he didn't know what the man looked like, when suddenly an image of a grey haired man in his sixties, overweight, and wearing a very expensive suit came to mind. He'd never seen the man before, but knew that it was the Samuel Woodman that was indicated on the card. Focusing hard on the image, Nathan thanked the book for the vision, and began to speak.

One minute after issuing his orders to the card, his cell phone rang. Mr. Woodson had a deep, scratchy voice, and wanted to remind Nathan of the meeting they had scheduled for the following day, and gave Nathan the address where they would meet. Memorizing it, Nate thanked him, and hung up. He was sitting in the truck with a smug smile on when Dani came back down from her room and walked out of the dorm.

In Nathan's eyes, she came out of the building in a slow motion sequence from a movie. Her pink hair was floating in the light breeze, and the sun caught the ring in her lip in a perfect flash of silver. A light blue tee wrapped her torso tightly, showing off all of her curves, and revealed a glimpse of her skin below its hem before her faded and tight jeans clung low on her hips and hung over a pair of black heeled clogs that clacked softly with her footsteps. A small roller bag was drug behind her.

"You look great," Nate said after jumping out and holding her door open.

"Thank you."

"Want to catch an early dinner, and then get back home?"

"If that's what you'd like to do Sir, then I'm all for it," Dani said. She was already leaning back in her seat, completely comfortable in his world. Nathan realized that he'd made a mistake asking her a question. She'd already said the day before that she was good to stay a few days, and just an hour ago had said that she wanted him to be in control more. Together that meant they'd do what ever he wanted until she needed to get home to the dorm again.

Shutting her door, and shaking his head at himself, he tossed her bag into the bed of the truck and went around to the driver's side. After he started the truck, she leaned back over and into his side. With his arm back around her, he drove off.

"So...can you cook?" he asked about a mile down the road. The plan had been to get some take out, but he thought now he might like to see if Dani would make dinner for him.

"I can cook a few things," she said, still smiling with content. "Planning something fun?"

"I was just thinking that it's been a long time since I sat down and ate home cooked food," Nathan said as he pulled the truck into a supermarket parking lot. "I think it would be awesome if you'd cook something up for us tonight."

"Do you have something in mind?"

"Not a clue, I was planning on giving you a bit of cash and letting you surprise me," Nathan said honestly.

"Okay, I can take care of that then," she held out her hand once they slid into a parking spot, and Nathan slipped her forty dollars from his wallet.

"Be right back, Sir," Dani said as she slipped out of the cab.

She was only in the store for ten minutes; it was enough time for Nate to relax though. In hindsight he decided that next time he'd send her off from the house, and let her take the truck. That way he'd be able to kick back on the couch instead.

The book floated immediate in his mind. Somehow he was going to have to push it. Make more progress on it, and get ahead of these things his Pop had hinted at. He hoped it would begin making simpler lists for him to complete. Or maybe be more forthcoming with the knowledge he would need to survive. At the rate it was going his lists were taking weeks and months to finish, and he really needed more rapid gratification.

He was still in the middle of ruminating ideas when Dani returned to the truck. Leaning over, Nate popped the door open for her, and smiled as she climbed in with two grocery bags. Stowing the bags on the floorboard, she buckled her seatbelt. Nestling into his side, she pulled his arm back around her as he put the truck in drive and pulled through the parking lot to leave.

When they got back to the trailer it was after six. As a result, Nate's dad, and his girlfriend Melanie had left. Dani and Nate pulled up to the empty trailer, and Nate carried the groceries and her bag inside. 

Dani unloaded the groceries on the countertop, and started working. Nathan took her suitcase to his room and closed the door behind him. Once in the room, he plucked the book from its hiding place. The red thong was still wedged between the pages, marking his last spot. Holding the book in both hands, he stared at it before opening.

"Come on," he said, his voice almost pleading with it. "We're going to have to speed things up a bit in order to keep me safe, and you in the right hands. How about this, I'll make sure to get the ball rolling with school on Monday, and you let me take a crack at the next list?"

Taking a deep breath, he felt a little stupid for trying to strike a deal with a book. Of course it wasn't a normal book. With more than a fair amount of trepidation, he cracked the page, letting the thong fall into his lap. The air in his lungs came rushing out in a release when he saw the fresh words on the page.

Your deal is acceptable Nathan Prescott. However, should you fail to meet your side of the bargain; you will lose all abilities gained thus far.

Demonstration of the next three steps will be required before you may move further.

Step one: Learn the use of the rune to protect your mind. Step two: Properly perform the aura of guarding. Step three: Imbue one of your locked subjects with knowledge.

From there, the book began going into great detail. The rune was explained to have the ability to protect it's wearer from the suggestion powers that Nathan was able to project on his locks. On the pages, it was explained that the rune was drawn anywhere on the body to have its effect. It did have to be drawn perfectly though.

This did not sit well with Nathan. He couldn't even think in a straight line, the book had seen to it that he could handle linear thinking. Step one led to step two, and so on until his goals were met. However, artistry was not something that could be taught without at least a very modest amount of natural ability...of which Nathan possessed none.

Mulling that over for a moment, he took out a piece of paper, and examined the rune. It was a complex mix of geometric shapes. Nathan couldn't begin to draw it. He was considering a trial, but even if he did manage to get it on his skin correct, he'd just have to do it again after a shower.

With a sigh, he switched his phone to camera mode, and moved the picture to a bright spot under his lamp. Taking careful aim, he snapped a few pictures of it with his phone. Tomorrow he'd complete step one...forever.

Slipping his thong book mark back in place, Nathan grinned and placed the book back into hiding. He was beginning to smell something appetizing, and stuck his head out of his bedroom door.

"How much longer Dani?" he asked the empty hallway.

"About thirty minutes Sir," an upbeat response came back.

Stretching his neck, Nathan decided to stay out of her way while she worked. 

"I'm taking a shower," he said. "I'll be out just before it's time to eat."

"I'll have a drink and a plate ready for you Sir."

Twisting his back and stretching his arms over his head, Nathan floated across the hall to his bathroom still tingling from the sound of her voice when she said 'Sir'. It felt so bizarre to have a girl calling him Sir. At the same time, the particular girl made it all feel right.

In the shower Nathan was all business. He had eight hours of labor to wash off, and wanted to smell good for Dani when he was done. His shower was a simple fiberglass enclosure with cheap fixtures, and narrow footing, but the hot water was still as soothing and relaxing as always.

A little more than thirty minutes passed before Nathan emerged in the living room. He was barefooted, and wearing a pair of clean jeans, and a loose tee that bore the emblem of Mr. Gofelt's company.

To her credit, Dani had his plate topped with pasta that looked mouth watering, and a large glass filled with ice tea sitting at the small kitchen table he'd picked up at a garage sale with his father.

"Its stuffed manicotti and I have a Greek salad too," Dani said with a smile when she saw him gawking at the table. 

Wondering how someone as marvelous as Dani could be so multifaceted Nathan grinned. Somehow she stayed interested in him, even asking him to make decisions for her. Nathan almost rested his confidence in dealing with Dani on the book, but the more he thought about it, the only involvement the book had with her was when he'd 'seen' her at the club.




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"It looks killer," Nathan said, putting his mind back to the food. "This is so much more than I expected."

There was a jump in Dani's step as she moved to serve him a bowl of salad. After setting it on the table in front of him, she stood straight until he moved to take a bite before going about setting her own place.

Dinner didn't contain any formality after that. Dani ate across from Nathan, and together they spoke about their own excitements for one another. Nathan admitting to the tingle that shot down his spine when she called him 'Sir'. Dani recalling the monstrous butterflies that took over her stomach when she asked if she could call him Sir.

Bumping lightly and touching each other, they cleaned up as a team after the meal. When order was restored to the small kitchen they moved into the living area and shared the couch to watch television.

"Sir," she said half an hour later. The voice was quiet and gentle.

"Hmm?"

"Do you need anything else," she asked. "I know you went without last night."

Nathan managed blink away the thrall of the television and sit up. She was sitting on her knees next to him, and her big eyes were looking straight at him. Left hand extending to stroke her cheek, his right went to his pants and began unfastening them.

Dani stiffened. Her eyes were unable to move away from Nathan's hand as he worked his belt loose, and then unbuttoned the front of his jeans. Lifting up off the couch, he pushed his pants and underwear down his thighs.

"Take them off," he said, and Dani shivered just before her hands went to his clothing. She had gotten them off of his ankles and was beginning to fold his jeans up neat when Nathan stopped her. 

He didn't speak. Leaning forward, he reached out with his right hand and took her hair in his fingers. Relaxing back into the couch, he pulled her head down into his lap. Holding the base of his hardening cock in his left hand, he placed the head at her lips and then with one motion, pulled her down over it.

There was no resistance in Dani. Nathan's actions had electrified her core. Pink hair bobbing over his manhood, she was charged with sexual desire. For his part, Nathan released a long sigh of contentment.

Needing to please him, Dani let her tongue free, and used its tip to tease the sides of his thick cock. Wetting each inch of it with happy dedication, she took him into her mouth deep, stimulating him from root to tip. Loving his intent to try and care for her, she set about showing him her appreciation.

Without guiding or influencing her movements, Nathan kept his hand on her head, fingers grasping her hair tightly. Dani pressed on, taking him deeply into her mouth, letting him slip into her throat until her eyes could see no more than his abdomen up close and personal.

Growling in pleasure, Nathan tightened his grip. Not letting her retreat, he enjoyed the feel of her all around him. After a moment, she coughed trying not to choke on him. He let her up, only to pull her right back down to the base. Now in control, he drove her onto his cock, dictating her movements as she sucked him. Dani grabbed the tops of his thighs with her hands for balance. Holding tight, she worked her tongue over the underside of his shaft, wanting him to know her need to make him happy. Faltering in movements, Nathan had to use his left hand on her head to keep himself steady.

Lost in the world of Dani's mouth, Nathan couldn't manage to stay coherent. All he was aware of was how soft and warm and wet and utterly amazing he felt. It was impossible to make it last.

With a great shuddering groan, Nathan felt the oncoming explosion. Dani felt his hands go slack, and took on his pace by herself, needing to feel his release. She took him down her throat over and over, glancing up to see her man with his eyes clenched shut, and his jaw set.

Just like that it came to an end. Nathan lifted his hips from the couch and felt the pressure release, his cock blasting her tongue with his release.

Dani managed to back off of him only slightly when he did so. His seed filling her mouth as she took it down. Not even thinking to do otherwise, the slowed her movements trying to prolong his pleasure. Careful to leave him satisfied, she swallowed everything he gave her, and continued to lick him clean. 

When he was spent, she dropped her head, and started licking and massaging his balls with her mouth. Nathan was no where to be found in the pile of released nerves and muscles on the couch. Somewhere he managed to smile though.

"If I manage to get up, I'm going to make it back to bed," he said. "Get the kitchen cleaned up and join me."

"Yes, Sir."



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He was still deep in concentration when the blonde who had said her name was Candy walked out of the back bedroom. She was smiling lazily, and winked at Nathan as she shot her thong at him like a rubber band. Laughing briefly, she descended the front steps and got in her car. 

Dad staggered into the hallway a few seconds later. Hearing him coming, Nathan shoved the red thong into his pants pocket, and stood to see his father wearing a white t-shirt, and a pair of faded beaten jeans.

"God damn son, where the hell did she come from, and who the hell is she?" George Prescott asked his son.

"I met her at a strip club last night. We were talking and I told her about you, guess she decided you needed some cheering up," Nathan lied.

"Well you go ahead and tell all them strippers about your poor old man then ok?" The older Prescott laughed.

Shortly they were eating a pizza Nathan had ordered, and discussing the issue of Nathan paying rent. They agreed that he would pay two hundred dollars a month, and that his father would just hold it until they had enough to put a deposit on a rent house that didn't have wheels on it.

After George had gone to work, Nathan contemplated going back to the club to see if another stripper would manage to leave some hair on him. He'd just use it to have her leave some underwear with him, and voila he'd have his lock. That's when it occurred to him that he'd have to pay the cover, buy two Cokes at stupid prices, and then come up with another twenty-five to fifty dollars to pay for the dances. Since he wasn't working the following week, he decided to figure something else out.

He fell asleep on the couch that night not thinking of the book's list as he expected, but strangely fixated on the image of his left hand grasping Trish's hair, and his right hand repeatedly slapping her ass, leaving bright red handprints when he pulled it back.

Sunday was spent contemplating what to do about the list, when it finally came to him. If he couldn't afford the strip club, he'd just go the cheaper route of hitting a regular nightclub and see what was going on there. Monday arrived and so did Candy, right at four-thirty. She continued to show up every day that week except Wednesday, which Nathan assumed was her day off along with Sunday since she hadn't shown up then either. His demand to the hair when he cupped it in his hands had been for her to show up before work everyday, and give dad an amazing sexual encounter. Obviously it was working. Nathan spent the rest of the week lounging, and trying to figure out what he would want of these people he obtained charm locks for. He did manage to squeeze in a trip to the grocery store to replace the mac and cheese style fare they had with food more along the lines of steak and potatoes. Dad had actually seemed to like this change almost as much as the great sex he was getting five nights a week.

By Thursday boredom was setting itself firmly in the front of his mind, and he was itching to hit a club the following night. Fridays, he had decided would be better, because the regular work crowd would be out. Some clerk type from the company called him later that afternoon, and gave him an address for the site next week. On a whim of boredom and desire, Nathan decided to go to one of the local clubs Thursday as well as Friday. Telling himself it was worth the extra money just to not sit at home the whole damn time.

Dressed with a black t-shirt that was strangely beginning to feel tight, tucked into a pair of jeans that had a pair of black canvas sneakers sticking out of the bottom, he jumped in the truck and went club hopping. Nathan had thought hard about where he wanted to go, and headed out on the freeway for a different part of town. The side of town with the university on it would probably show more promise anyway.

The scratched pickup was easily the worst vehicle in the lot when he parked in front of Club Torrid. It wasn't saying much though, considering there were only maybe a dozen other cars anyway. A smaller club close to the campus, and completely unknown to Nathan, Club Torrid had a large violet sign over the blacked out front doors, and Nathan could hear dance music, the kind that has no words, just rhythmic noise.

Just inside the dark club doors was a kiosk. A short man with big arms jutting out of his white t-shirt was standing behind it. The man looked briefly at Nathan's drivers license, and put a red armband on his left wrist before nodding slightly and gazing back at the door.

Twenty feet past the kiosk, the club opened into a large open area with matching bars facing one another along the left and right walls, a moderate dance floor had been placed in the middle of the room, and tall tables with stools circled it. The only other feature in the place was a modest deejay booth in the center of the far wall.

The place was defiantly loosely packed, maybe two-dozen people at the most, and they all seemed to know each other. Not caring what he did next, he walked across the dance floor towards the deejay booth. On his way there several interesting things happened. There were maybe ten people actually dancing, and as he walked through the small group, he got close to a redhead with pale freckled skin. She was clad in a tight green shirt, and a short flowing black skirt. After looking her over briefly Nathan caught a shot of her in his head. In the shot she was laying lamely on her back as he humped between her legs. She would alternate between yawning and rolling her eyes in the direction of his alarm clock the entire time. 

More than a bit surprised by the sudden insight, Nate decided to postpone his trip to the booth and mingle a bit. Dancing around the main crowd he edged closer and closer to a few of the girls on the floor until he got a sight, and then danced away, edging himself towards someone else. He did this for two songs, and got a variety of images. None of them as depressing as the first one, a couple even seemed on the verge of climax in his mind. But nothing even remotely as interesting as the night he fell asleep seeing himself spanking Trish. 

Deciding that he wasn't getting anywhere he set himself back to getting to the deejay booth. Half way there Nathan knew he should have just gone straight there. Now he didn't really care what the shot in his head showed him. This girl was interesting at a glance.

Bright pink hair parted neatly in the middle and hanging just below her cheekbones, and accented her striking cheekbones. A silver hoop pierced and divided her bottom lip just as neatly, drawing his eyes to her full and glossy lips. The girl was wearing a black shirt from some band that Nathan didn't recognize, and had ripped the collar so that it slid over the top of her left shoulder giving only a remote hint at her cleavage.

Within five feet Nathan took note of her dark blue eyes, and the pair of silver hoops in each ear. Upon reaching the counter of the booth, the sight came, and instead of picturing her having sex with him, it was a very interesting vision indeed. This girl was still naked like the others, but kneeling on the carpet, facing away from him with her head bent forward, the small ridges of her spine slightly visible through unblemished skin. His knees weakened when his mind's eye refocused to reality, and he had to lean casually on the booth to retain his composure. 

Pulling her headphones down around her neck, she addressed him. "What's up?" she said in a businesslike tone, clearly expecting him to name a song.

"I need your phone number," Nathan intoned seriously, not really knowing where the audacity to say it was coming from.

The girl hesitated for only a second before responding "Eight-six-seven-five-three-oh-nine". 

But she didn't replace the headphones, he thought before continuing.

"I'm serious, you're the only interesting girl in here." Nathan crossed his arms on the counter, and leaned in to be heard better, keeping his eyes on her. They were so blue he thought he might see waves at any moment.

"You'll also notice I'm the only chick working," she said with a casual air.

Still no headphones, she's waiting for the offer, he told himself.

"Ok then, when does this place pick up?" Nathan said, switching gears, and glancing at her tip collection.

Maybe three bucks...not much.

"On a Thursday, keep dreaming. This is...as busy it's going to be." The girl was now turning away from him and digging in a crate of LPs. Below the black shirt she wore a pair of low-slung gray cargo pants. A red lacy waistband was slightly visible over the top of them.

"Ok then, after you're done I'll take you to get something to eat. That way at least you get a meal out of a shitty night for tips." He laid it out for her, knowing he'd just turn and leave the club all together if she said no.

"What's your name?" She was standing now with a hand on either side of her headphones. 

"Nathan, Nathan Prescott." He was grinning now, feeling her answer before it came.

"Ok Nathan, I'm Dani, and I'll be looking for you." She flashed a grin, the hoop in her lip flashing on a random dance light, and pulled the phones back over her ears.

Hours did not pass fast enough for Nathan. Staying planted on a stool for the rest of the time at the club, he watched her. He got excited when she danced to the music, he got excited when she studied the turntables, and he especially got excited when she refused to play something for the redhead who was rolling her eyes in his mind earlier.

Just before one a.m. she raised her head to make eye contact with him, and indicated the door with a hand. Almost knocking his stool to the floor, Nathan rapidly got to his feet before taking a deep breath and making his way to the door. True to her word, the club hadn't gotten any busier the entire time, and only the faces had changed slightly in the crowd, not the size of it.

Out in the parking lot, he leaned nervously against the passenger door of his truck, and waited. His nerves were getting the best of him and had his foot tapping on its own accord when she stepped out of the front door to the club. Not quite what he expected, he could barely see her behind the two cartons of LPs she was carrying stacked on top of each other.

Jumping off the truck, Nathan crossed the lot to her and lifted the crates out of her hands.

"Thanks, at least you have a truck," she said.

"Hey, it's paid for," Nathan replied slightly irritated.

"No, I really mean it, I was gonna take the bus." Dani added. She really could have insulted anything she wanted too. Nathan was letting her lead the way back to the truck, and finally go to admire her body all at once. Drinking it in with every step. Through her cargos, he could see her bottom wiggle slightly with every step. When she got to the truck and turned he saw the shapely outline of her chest heaving subtly behind the black tee. 

Nathan made quick work of putting her crates in the back, and opened the door for Dani to enter the truck. They went to a small diner near the club, the kind with an old waitress, and milkshakes almost as thick as ice cream. Over bacon and eggs he told her about his job, and his dad. Dani followed him up with her own life in the college dorm, and trying to get a degree in psychology. As it turned out she was a year older than him, and in her second year of college. 

The deejay job was just a product of her love of music, and more than a bit of an attempt to meet people. Nathan commented on how that seemed to be working, and swore he saw her flush a little. After the food was gone, they talked for another thirty minutes before getting up to leave. Dani told him how to get to the dorms to drop her off, and wrote her phone number on a scrap of paper she found in the truck's glove box before getting out.

He promised to call her the next week, and drove home completely alert and awake despite the early morning hour. The girl was intriguing, and he couldn't help but wonder what it was like to kiss her with that silver hoop in her lip. Nathan was trying to figure how to interpret the way she was kneeling in his mind as he slipped into bed and fell asleep.

The heat in his room became too much to sleep through at noon on Friday. Groggily he got up still seeing Dani in his mind's eye. Wanting to spend the next three days as lazily and simply as possible, Nathan was unprepared to find his father on the couch in a bad mood.

One look at George Prescott told Nathan that dad was upset about something. The man had his feet propped on the dining table, with his chair tilting back on two legs. He was staring at the ceiling with his mouth in a slight frown.

"What's wrong dad?" Nathan pressed.

"Its that girl, Nate. She comes over almost everyday, but doesn't' say anything." Dad didn't take his eyes off the ceiling.

"Not a word dad? She just comes over and gets down to business?" Nathan asked as though he had no idea what was going on.

"Well every once in a while she let's an 'Oh god' or two slip out," Dad said, finally taking his eyes off the ceiling to smile a bit at Nate.

"I'm going to tell her today that I'm not interested if she doesn't want to do anything else," Dad continued.

Noting this, Nathan excused himself to take a shower, and wandered back to his room. Once there he locked the door and pulled the book from it's hiding place. Then he went to get the red thong he had placed in it to mark his page. About to begin rolling it in his hands, he saw text on the page opposite the last page he had read.

The lone paragraph detailed how one could perform multiple charms using the same lock, and could have the charm be in effect only once, or have it be persistent just by choosing an exact time or not. It even made an example of the charm he had used on Candy, explaining that since he had not said before work on a specific day, that the charm would work on any day that she had to work. 

Enlightened, he began rubbing the thong between his hands, and whispered into it what he wanted to happen, beginning with "In one hour..."