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Interns Ch. 01

By: Nobuo



***This is a story about mind control. If that's not your thing, you probably shouldn't read on unless you are willing to try new things.

I have a large arc planned, so the story takes a bit to get going sexually. Be patient.

As always, the characters are purely fictional and all at least 18 years old.

Feedback - positive and/or constructive - is welcomed.***



Meagan looked up at Will with lust in her green eyes as she lowered herself to the floor in front of him. He wanted to say a billion things that would ruin the mood. Things like "won't your knees hurt?" or "I can't believe you're doing this, you've always seemed so innocent." But this time he was smart enough to keep his mouth shut as she opened hers just a bit to run her tongue along her lips. Will let out a moan that he didn't expect and she responded with a giggle bearing a hint of pride.

Her gaze moved from Will's eyes to his crotch and she ran a small hand over the bulge in his jeans and it was now her turn to moan. But hers wasn't like Will's horny grunt. Hers was a sexy coo. Soft and quiet, but leaving no doubts of its intentions.

"Do you want me to suck it?" She almost whispered with mock innocence while looking back up at him, applying more pressure with her hand only while she spoke. He moaned again, too blinded with lust to say anything except, "What?" 

Unphased, the tiny redhead just pushed her body forward so that Will could feel her perky tits on his inner thigh as she now clutched his dick over his pants and said, "Do you want me to suck your cock?"

It couldn't be helped. She was being so unbelievably hot, and he fantasized about this all the time. He couldn't help but say anything smoother than, "Fuck yes."

As if she couldn't get any sexier, she released all the pressure of her body against his, released his cock from her grip, bit her bottom lip and said, "Thank you, Will."

Thank god her dirty talk stopped there. Although it was mild, he already felt ready to burst, and her hand hadn't even actually touched his dick yet. Will felt impatient, but he also loved being teased. He loved watching her slowly but lustfully undo his belt. He wanted to say something to appear sexy and pay her back for the attention she was already giving him, and the attention she was soon going to give to his rock hard cock, but Will came up with nothing. He just watched stupidly as a goddess took off his jeans and boxers and stared at his dick like it was the only thing she cared about in the world. 

Will felt harder than he could remember being for quite some time, but somehow he was able to stay patient while she slowly moved toward him. She placed her hands on his thighs, brushing his tight balls, moving over his legs, and resting at the sides of his ass. She stuck her pretty little tongue out and parted her lips as if to welcome his throbbing dick. Closer. Closer. He could feel her hot breath on the tip. Closer. Her tongue slid down the head. Her lips parted even more.

"RING!"

Will sat straight up in his chair. He frantically looked around him and relaxed as he noticed the room was still empty. Nobody saw him with his eyes closed and his hand down his pants. It was one of the benefits and dangers of working in an empty, remote control room all day; it was a lot easier to lose his mind and fantasize.

But Will couldn't help but notice that he seemed to be doing it more than usual since Meagan started as an intern.

Will worked at a small cable television station called Link'd. To give some idea of just how small, the producers got excited when one of their in-house productions got more than a few hundred thousand viewers. Still, despite the station's humble status and really cheesy name, it seemed to be a cult hit among some college students, so they were never truly in fear of going under.

The youth demographic gave the job other perks too. Will got to wear what he wanted, he was able to swear at his bosses, most of his co-workers are also in their 20s, and – of course – new batches of interns came through about every 6 weeks. 

Or, that was supposed to be the timeframe anyway. Some lasted much, much longer, and some disappeared before Will even got to learn their names. Interns kept his job interesting because despite helping a daily live show go to air, his days were tedious; especially – Will felt - because he was all alone in his "office" for most of the day. It was nice to make some short term friends, or waste some time bugging them, or trying to check out the really hot female ones – like Meagan.

For whatever reason – although Will wasn't complaining - Link'd seemed to attract really attractive students to come work for free – men and women. Will was only sexually attracted to the females, but he couldn't deny that half the interns of both genders at any given time could pass for models.

Will let out an exasperated sigh; if he was so used to being around really attractive interns all the time, what made Meagan so different?

He had asked himself that question so often that he tried to avoid the same thoughts for the billionth time, but it was too late. He just didn't understand, especially because when he tried to describe her to his friends, nothing particularly special came out. Even the opposite sometimes. If described, her voice sounded completely unappealing: a little nasally and drawn out. Maybe it was the playful sarcastic snide to it, but despite the description, Will found her voice extremely sexy. She had big green eyes, but her lips were thin, and although she was quite cute, she didn't look like most of the stunners who interned there. So why do he think she was the sexiest girl he'd ever met?

It could be her smile or sharp wit, he mused, or it could be how amazed he was that such a short body can produce such a figure. Meagan couldn't have been taller than 5'2, but she had a round, firm ass and unbelievably perky boobs. Will had always been able to accurately guess the cup sizes of his girlfriends, but Meagan's tits confused him. He'd never seen such mounds on such a short girl. Not that they were huge - that wasn't unheard of - but they seemed to be perfectly shaped.

Will knew that clothes and bras could play tricks, but he still felt unbelievably drawn to her chest. Like no other tits existed like hers in the world. Will figured that most guys would guess that she was a C or even D cup, but his trained eye guessed B. A big, round, full, perky B. Will was usually into huge tits, but Meagan's smaller, firmer, fuller pair had a spell on him.

"RING"

Will sat up straight again and cursed for losing himself thinking about Meagan again. He had somehow not noticed the phone was ringing the whole time. He shook his head as if to shake off the images he had conjured of Meagan's little mouth around his cock, looked at the extension number on the panel to see it was Colin, and picked up the phone.

"Yo!"

"Will! Where the fuck were you?"

"Just taking a piss," he lied, "what's up?"

Colin was a few years older than Will at 26, but he was already married with a house outside of town. He was probably not what somebody would normally picture from that information, however. He had a shaved head, tattoos, piercings, and hated most people. He and Will got along great though and Will knew Colin wasn't actually mad. Colin was basically in charge of keeping the show organized, so the two would have about 5-15 mini phone conversations during an average workday.

"You can't use those pictures I sent you," Colin explained, "Rachel's looking for new ones now. Clearance issue."

Will was used to this sort of thing by now. Will's job boiled down to editing pictures and fonts then making sure they got to air during the live show whenever the hosts or producers called for it. Rachel was one of the producers. She wasn't the type of girl Will would hang out with normally, but she was nice enough and she worked her ass off. Strangely, except for the hosts, none of the female staff were particularly attractive and Rachel was no exception. Another reason to be thankful for the interns, Will often thought.

"That's fine, Col, I hadn't really started them anyway."

"Fucker. And don't call me Col, Will."

"Don't call me Will, Col," he joked, hoping Colin would get the vague South Park reference as he smiled and hung up. Those pictures were the only work he actually had to do, so he decided to head downstairs to the offices where everybody else was while he waited for Rachel to find new ones. Or, more specifically, he decided to head down to the row of computers where the interns usually were.

Will headed down the winding stairs out of the control room he worked out of. The building was more like an old castle than a TV studio, but Will liked it that way. It made for little oddities like poor soundproofing, or that he worked out of that abandoned control room for most of his day, but Will preferred interesting to glossy.¬

Will sauntered downstairs, nodding at all the usual acquaintances. People whose names or positions completely alluded him, but whose faces he still saw so often that he would probably even say hi if he ran into them on the street.

Will finally reached the main studio downstairs. It was a huge room – another atypical quality of a TV studio – that was filled with life during the few hours surrounding the live show, and completely dead otherwise. Dead except for some scattered crew and – of course – the interns.

He instantly recognized most of them from the back of their heads as they worked away on the computers doing the jobs that nobody getting paid wanted to do. Micah's trademark messy afro was an easy mark, Rick – the only overweight one – was beside him. Will recognized the third head but couldn't place a name. 

It sounded a little harsh, but sometimes the more bland personalities melded together, and Will couldn't always tell apart the plethora of nice, shy, and usually over-dressed girls that passed through that place. 

The fourth head was one of the three Laurens currently interning and this one was Will's favourite. She was a cute little blonde from Maine who did nothing but complain about moving to the big city. Will couldn't help but enjoy her bitter rants because they were mostly good-natured and for show as opposed to the ramblings of a narcissistic spoiled brat.

And... that was it. Only four interns. Will felt his heart sink a little, but despite his crush, he didn't live and die for Meagan so he debated who to hang out with. Will liked Micah, but found Rick to be way too overeager most of the time, so he decided to plant himself beside Lauren instead. All four heads turned to see who the new face was and there was a general round of informal greetings, but Lauren's head stayed turned.

"Ohmigawd, Will, I'm so fucking bored."

"Me too, why do you think I'm down here?"

"Seriously, and I can't even go outside to take a break because it's so goddamn fucking hot!" Everybody at Link'd seemed to curse freely, but some took advantage of the relaxed atmosphere more than others. Lauren was one such person. "It doesn't help that your dumb city smells like sweaty dick, either," she continued. Will laughed loudly and smiled knowing that Lauren was just getting started. "I've been here for two months and the nicest smelling place in the whole city smells like ass. Like literal ass. Like unwashed, unwiped, 80-year-old man ass."

Will could barely take it. Lauren knew he liked her rants, so she tended to kick it up a notch for him. His laughing died down a little and he looked at her expectantly, but Lauren had become distracted with something happening behind him. 

Will turned around to follow her gaze and noticed Colin approaching with a girl Will had never seen before. Will was taken aback by how striking she was. She was tall and slender; almost as tall as Colin's 5'10. Her legs and hips were tightly gripped by black yoga pants. The kind that made almost every woman's ass look fantastic. Will made a mental note to watch her exit later.

She wore a white t-shirt – or maybe it was a tank top – under a small, tight, black zip-up sweater. She was quite thin, but seemed naturally so. Will wasn't usually attracted to stick-like women, but this girl's figure didn't seem starved. She had curves like a woman, but just happened to be fit and very slender. She seemed to have unnaturally large breasts for a girl with her frame, but they weren't comically big. Will's trained eye tentatively guessed a single D cup.

Will took in all this information as quickly as possible so he could be polite and look her in the eyes. Her face was also very attractive. She had full lips, a small nose, and large eyes framed by silky, straight, jet black hair. 

Will was suddenly struck by how ominous she felt, and he couldn't place why. She was wearing all black, yes, but that wasn't uncommon in a TV studio. She had a very pleasant, unassuming expression on her face and even portrayed body language implying shyness. It wasn't until it was his turn to exchange pleasantries that it hit him. 

The whole exchange seemed to be happening in slow motion. Will suddenly felt like he was watching himself as he shook her hand and said, "nice to meet you, Liz." His head felt heavy and like it was spinning all at once. It was then that he noticed that it was her eyes that made him uneasy. Her eye colour was so dark, it gave the illusion that her eyes were entirely black. Like shark eyes. Like twin black holes. 

Will felt more wrapped up in his thoughts than usual and could barely make out the conversation around him. He was able to make out that Liz was a new intern and Colin – also being in charge of the interns – was giving her the tour. Liz smiled sweetly and nervously as she met everybody and was told about the work area. This was all normal. Will started to calm down. His head stopped spinning. He felt himself returning to his body. Liz's eyes seemed far less intimidating.

Will's auto-pilot was well-honed and nobody else seemed to notice his mini panic attack. He let out a sigh as subtly as he could and smiled when Liz's uneasy expression came his way. Will couldn't believe what he was thinking just a few seconds ago. Everything about Liz seemed meek now, and Will wondered how he ever thought of her as ominous.

Back in his own thoughts again, Will went through the motions of saying goodbye and almost forgot about his mental note. He shook himself off just in time however, and attempted to not-too-urgently shoot his glance over to Liz's ass as she walked away. Will had never been an ass man before Meagan, but if she didn't convert him, Liz would have. He knew those yoga pants worked magic on any butt, but Will had never seen an ass like that before. So firm and toned, yet with distinct shape and sway.

Will's concentration was shaken as Colin suddenly looked at his work phone.

"Shit," Colin started, "it's Avery." He turned to Liz to explain. "My boss. Well, everybody's boss. I gotta go." He glanced back toward the row of interns at the computers and locked in on Will. "Yo! I already showed her the basement offices, can you finish up the rest of the tour?"

"Sure," I agreed a little too quickly. "I'm still waiting on Rachel anyway."

"Thanks, buddy." Colin flashed a smile before jogging downstairs.

Liz smiled nervously at Will as he confidently walked up to her.

"Well c'mon," he started, "we have a TV building to explore."

Will had given tours for Colin a number of times before, so he knew exactly where to go in what order. He showed her the main control room from which the live show was operated. He showed her where the lighting and sound guys worked from. They passed by the executive offices and the edit suites on the second floor as Will filled the attentive Liz with information. He skimmed the engineering room and finally made his way up to the third floor.

They passed by the set of currently empty offices reserved for seasonal productions that needed the space temporarily. They penultimately ended up in the smaller studio at the end of the hall.

"This space is for miscellaneous shoots," Will explained. "Green screen bits are shot here. Interviews are shot here. Basically anything that isn't live." Liz seemed genuinely interested and Will appreciated her attentiveness. 

"And up these creepy stairs," he continued as he climbed up the very familiar case, "is my 'office'. It's the old control room for when this studio used to be used for live TV." It wasn't particularly deliberate that his workplace ended up as the last spot on the tour, it just made the most sense. It was technically the highest spot in the building, and the logical conclusion for Will's snaking trip around the studios.

"This is where you work?" Liz questioned.

"Yup! The one downstairs is used during the day for other things, so I prepare up here and then head down there for the show. All the work is saved on a network drive."

The pair stood in silence for a short time. Will was a little fatigued from all the talking and they both felt tired from all the walking and climbing stairs. When the pause began to feel awkward, Will spoke again.

"Well... That's that! Want to head back downstairs?"

"Not yet." Liz's response was startling fast, and Will felt a twinge of his fear from earlier returning. "I want to relax, don't you, Will?" This was easily the most confident Will had heard Liz in the half hour that he'd known her, and he didn't quite know how to respond. She spoke again, "Why don't you take a seat?"

"S-sure thing." Will scrambled to his regular chair and sat. He wondered why his heart was racing so quickly and why Liz suddenly seemed so different. She strode over to him and gazed at him with empty eyes and a sweet smile.

"Are you comfortable, Will?" Liz said in a soft, firm voice, barely above a whisper.

"Y-yes, Liz. Of course. Thank you." He wasn't quite sure why he thanked her, but he didn't think much of it as his fear and excitement heavily anticipated her next move.

"I'd prefer it if you would address me as 'ma'am' while we're alone, Will. Is that okay?"

"Yes, ma'am, of course." Will could hardly believe the words coming out of his own mouth. He had barely hesitated to say them. He chalked it up to being cornered by a very attractive near-stranger and felt a bit of his fear melting away.

Liz continued her stare for a few moments longer before turning around and bending over slightly provocatively. Will couldn't believe his eyes. Why was this new intern doing this? She couldn't be trying to climb the ladder. She didn't seem stupid enough to think that somebody like Will had any sway. But before Will had time to think any more, Liz spoke again.

"Do you like my ass, Will? Do you like my firm ass in these tight pants? Be honest."

"Yes, ma'am. It's really fucking hot, ma'am. I couldn't tear my eyes away downstairs." Damn it, Will thought, he didn't have to be that honest. But Liz didn't seem to mind. She slowly turned around and unzipped her sweater. She leaned over Will's face and pulled the fabric back from her sweater, revealing her sizable breasts struggling against the tight tank top underneath. 

"What about my tits? Can you believe that these big tits are all natural, Will? I bet you want to suck on my hard pink nipples, don't you? I bet you'd give anything to act like a baby, and grab onto my young 18-year-old tits and just suck, wouldn't you?" Will's head was spinning again. He had always been a boob man first, and this was hard to take. Liz did not look quite that young, and it made her even more attractive to him for some reason. Except for Meagan, Will usually liked girls his age or older.

"Your tits are perfect, ma'am," Will found himself saying, "I'd do anything to suck on your big natural boobs like a little baby. I don't care how embarrassing it is, I'd do it for your full breasts. Just thinking about it makes me hard as a rock." As he said it, he realized it was true. His average sized dick had grown to full length and was as hard as he could remember it being.


Interns Ch. 01



"Good boy," Liz rewarded as she stood up to her full height, "now tell me how badly you'd like to lick my shaved pussy. I promise you that it's the sweetest, most delicious pussy you'll ever taste. Beg to eat my perfect pussy like the undeserving slave that you are."

Will tried to remember when things got so out of control. He was a horny guy and thought Liz was really attractive, but he had just met her. He never thought he'd be the kind of guy to let things go this far while at work. He knew if they were caught, he had a lot more to lose. He decided that he'd better stop things short now while clothes were still on. The words out of his mouth, however, did not seem to agree with him.

"Yes, ma'am, oh thank you, ma'am. I can smell your perfect soaking pussy from here. Please let me taste it, please. I'm nothing but your stupid, undeserving slave, but I live and die for your pussy. I could have it for every meal, I would stop at nothing to make you feel good. Your pleasure is my life, ma'am. I am forever thirsty for your delicious pussy."

What. The. Fuck. 

Will figured he must have been more turned on than he thought. He had never said words like that, much less at work and to somebody he just met. He was beyond belief. He was petrified, confused, and extremely turned on. He looked desperately up at Liz as if it were up to her to end everything. She gave Will a satisfied smile and spoke again while pacing purposefully.

"It looks like you'll serve me well, Will. I want you to stay here while I go back downstairs. After a few minutes have passed, go to the bathroom and jerk off to the thought of the privilege of eating my pussy." She stopped and looked Will in the eyes again. Her eyes looking more black than when he first shook her hand. "You will not communicate any of this to anyone. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," Will quickly answered. He didn't know why he felt so compelled to obey her, but he was just glad that it seemed to be over.

Liz smiled a warm smile, leaned over to Will's ear, slowly licked up along the lobe and whispered, "good boy." When she walked out, her manner seemed to return to the meek girl Will thought he met downstairs.

Will struggled to collect his thoughts. His cock was still rock hard and trying its hardest to burst from his jeans. Every time he'd try to calm down, his dick just fought harder. Will finally resigned to following Liz's request. "I'll jerk off to whatever I fucking want to, though," he muttered to himself in defiance.

He found his rebellion much harder to execute, however. In the – luckily – private third floor bathrooms, Will tried to masturbate to any thought but the one Liz recommended. He pictured porn stars, old high school crushes, imaginary women, and nothing worked. His damned cock never softened, but none of his thoughts would bring him any pleasure as he stroked. Even trying to recall his daydream about Meagan did nothing for his throbbing member. He felt like he betrayed Meagan in that moment, as silly as the notion seemed.

In a final act of denial, Will tried imagining other aspects of Liz. He recalled her perfectly sculpted ass or her generous, young chest. He pictured her on her knees giving the blowjob of a lifetime, but nothing worked. Frustrated, Will's mind finally pulled the yoga pants off of Liz and exposed a shaved pussy covered by no panties. Although angry at his inability to deny Liz's orders, Will couldn't help but dive in in his mind.

The moment he did, however, everything changed. It was like a race car finally hitting the gas. His hand was electric on his pleading dick. In his imagination, Will was in heaven between her legs. His hands were under her tight ass, pulling her pussy into his face. He moaned out loud in bliss as he imagined his tongue exploring her soaking wet, hairless pussy. The image was so vivid, he was so grateful for her pussy, he couldn't believe how amazing it tasted and how lucky he was. Nothing else could feel so amazing.

"Thank you!" Will exclaimed out loud as he shot stream after stream of come out of his exhausted dick. He wasn't paying attention to his aim as he covered the walls and floor of the bathroom with his sperm. He collapsed on the floor feeling nothing but gratitude and exhaustion for at least 3 minutes.

Soon, he came back to reality and surveyed the results of his passion. Had he really come that much? Did he really talk and moan out loud as he jerked off in a work bathroom?

The day had been just so fucking bizarre that Will could do nothing but shake everything off and clean up what he could with paper towel.

He washed up and left the bathroom sheepishly. He silently thanked the thin air that nobody seemed to be around, and he went back up to his office to call Colin.



Interns Ch. 02



***This is part two of a story that includes mind control and takes a little bit to get to any sex scenes. You have been notified. I'll do my best to make the story stand-alone, but you'll be best off if you read the parts in order as I'm not going to re-explain every aspect of the premise in every chapter. I hope you enjoy!*** 

Will shook his head as if to wake himself up. He paused and finally turned the key in his car. The engine revved up and Will took a deep breath before backing out of his spot in the underground parking lot of his apartment building. He slept very poorly the night before and his late-morning coffee didn't seem to be easing him into the day any better.

He distracted his scrambled mind by carefully weaving through the turns and pillars of the cramped lot until he finally emerged into daylight. He winced as his eyes met the sun and took another deep sigh before turning onto the street.

The events from yesterday played over and over again like an iPod stuck on the wrong setting, and he still couldn't make any sense of it. Will prided himself on using logical explanations for all phenomena. He didn't believe there was enough evidence to support the existence of ghosts or God, he laughed at homeopathy and horoscopes, and he certainly didn't believe in telepathy or mind control.

But his logic and his memory were at an impasse, then, trying to explain his actions yesterday.

He had met a new intern, Liz, who appeared typically timid. But at the end of giving her a tour of the studio, they had ended up in Will's abandoned control room of an office and things got strange fast. Liz teased her body provocatively with no resistance from Will who quickly answered her racy questions despite his mind's desperate urges to tame the situation.

He was able to write that part off as being victim to the unexpected advances of an extremely attractive girl, but the confrontation ended with two commands from Liz that Will inexplicably was unable to not follow. She ordered him to masturbate in the bathroom to the thought of going down on her and also told him to not communicate any part of the encounter to anyone. 

Will was baffled as to why he had carried out both orders.

Shortly after she left his office, he jerked off in the bathroom. Perhaps that part wasn't so strange given the erotic meeting he had just experienced, but after many attempts, he found his dick would only respond to the scenario Liz described. He couldn't even come to the thought of Meagan, another intern who had been dominating Will's fantasies for weeks. Meagan knew nothing of his feelings or desires, but he couldn't help but feel guilty about his inability to finish himself off to the thought of her.

To make up for it, Will jerked off twice that night thinking of Meagan. He felt ashamed as he remembered that. Even if Meagan knew, why would she care what he jerked off to? He also seriously doubted that she would consider it an apology that he pictured coming down her throat, even if she did care.

Still, Will kept telling himself, the mind never works properly when there's an erection involved, and he certainly did find the idea of eating Liz out very erotic, so maybe the bathroom incident wasn't so strange.

But then there was her second order. Right after he cleaned up the bathroom, Will raced to his office to call his friend Colin who worked in the production offices in the basement. Will was entirely unable to tell Colin about any of the incident. He couldn't even bring himself to say something subtle about finding Liz strange or suspicious.

Perhaps he was just embarrassed, Will had thought to himself. So he tested the limits again by trying to write Colin a note. Will had not been able to record a single moment of what had just happened. He couldn't write it, he couldn't type it, if he knew Morse Code, he was sure he couldn't tap it either. He felt like Jim Carrey in Liar Liar when Carrey was unable to lie about a pen's colour. No matter how hard Will tried, he was simply unable to disobey Liz's orders.

Will glanced out the window at the city's storefronts and people in an effort to silence his mind. His work day didn't start until the afternoon, so he took in the lunch time sights of a Friday in the city. Construction workers on break, a couple arguing, jay-walkers, and would you look at that ass! Will's eyes were instantly drawn to a firm round butt in dark jeans. He kept his eye on the road as best he could while making sure he got a good look. 

Meagan had turned him into an ass-guy when he had never really noticed them before. He was still a boob man first, but he no longer ignored the sway of the girl just in front of his car. The ass was nice enough to belong to Meagan herself. Wait a minute. He ripped his stare away from the girl's jeans to notice her petite shapely figure and tell-tale red hair. It WAS Meagan.

He cleared his suddenly dry throat and rolled down the passenger window as he pulled up beside her.

"Hey! Loser! Want a ride?"

Meagan jumped a little before breaking into a big smile.

"Sure, jerkface!"

Will tended to have playfully taunting rapports with the girls he had crushes on, and Meagan was no exception. She bounced into Will's passenger seat and put on her seat belt while Will snuck a glance at her perky cleavage. He noted that she was wearing a more revealing top than usual and enjoyed the sight of her exposed skin. It was outfits like these that made Will understand why his coworkers would insist that she was a C or D cup, but he stood by his assessment of an unbelievably shapely, perky B cup. She was a small girl after all.

These thoughts zipped through Will's head and he was able to face forward again when he sensed Meagan's focus shifting away from the seat belt. She looked up at Will and beamed.

"Well?" She said, "Giddyup, cowboy!"

It was Will's turn to smile. He pulled back into traffic and tried to keep the conversation going.

"I haven't seen you all week! Is this your first day in?"

Meagan grinned slyly, "do you miss me that much?" She flirted before shifting gears into an honest answer, "But yes, it is. I had midterms!"

Will caught the opportunity for infinite small talk and asked her about school. They chatted and joked the rest of the car ride to the studio. As they got out of the car and walked to the building, Will decided to run another small test on his mind. 

"Well, because you're a loser and had to go to school, you missed a new intern arriving yesterday," Will teased. The interns tended to be added on in waves, so groups often became clingy and therefore skeptical of new arrivals, Meagan reacted as Will expected.

"Really? Just one though? Girl? Guy? What are they like?"

"Girl. Liz." He responded curtly. Meagan paused before tentatively asking her next question.

"Is she... cute?"

Will was taken aback by this as both their cheeks flushed. He crushed so hard on Meagan, he never even imagined that she felt the same way. He didn't want to jump to conclusions, but the question definitely caused his stomach to produce butterflies.

"err...yeah," he answered honestly, "she is. Seems pretty shy though." Will felt frustrated as he said that last line. He had wanted to say that Liz had scary shark eyes and seemed a little off. Not to mention her strange habit of seducing people she had just met before barking orders at them, but his mouth had instead mustered that flimsy shy line. Meagan wasn't the type to show vulnerability for long and had already regained her confident sassy composure.

"Ah well," she breezed, "what else is new? We'll break her in!" And with that, the pair was inside the doors. Meagan went down to report to Colin who, apart from his regular administration duties, also was in charge of the interns. Will was earlier than he needed to be and headed to the main studio where most of the interns worked as to avoid looking like he was clinging to Meagan.

As usual, Will scanned the line of computers to take in which interns were around. Not every intern was at the computers. Sometimes they were helping producers with specific tasks or going on coffee runs. Will only spotted three, which was a smaller number than usual. Coincidentally, it was the three Laurens.

Double names weren't uncommon as many interns passed through Link'd. The three Laurens shared a name, and -- like most interns of both genders -- were all very attractive, but that's where the similarities ended. Lauren E was Will's favourite. She had moved from Maine to take the internship, and was perpetually bitter about living in a bigger city. She was quippy and sharp, and Will loved listening to her bloated, curse-filled rants about city life. She was around Will's age in her mid 20s, but had a deceptively innocent look. She stood around Meagan's height at 5'2 but with much shorter hair that was blond instead of red. She had attractive small facial features and a thin physique with a flat ass and boobs that were bigger than Meagan's, but less enticing. That wasn't saying much, however, as Will was rarely hypnotized by a chest like he was with Meagan's.

Despite their stunning looks, Will was far less fond of Lauren S and Lauren T. Lauren S was tall and skinny with dark brown hair. She was also around Will's age, but could pass for 30. She was a very bright girl, but flaunted it too often and usually ended up being loud and annoying. 

Will could never decide if he liked Lauren S more or less than Lauren T. Lauren T was only 19, and 5'5 with curly brown hair and an incredible, curvy body. She was hardly chubby by any means, but wasn't the thin thing that Lauren S was. Plus, with a little more meat on her bones, Lauren T was able to pull off her huge chest. Lauren T was easily the bustiest girl in the building, and had the biggest boobs of any intern in Will's recent memory. His inclination to -- usually accurately -- guess a girl's cup size had him placing her on an E cup. 

Thus, Lauren T had the unimaginative nickname "Lauren Tits" to most of the staff and other interns. The reason Will didn't particularly care for her, however, was because of how unbelievably vapid the girl was. To be polite, she was dull and stupid. She would talk vacantly about reality TV shows and hair appointments, and she took horoscopes incredibly seriously. She often bothered Will so much that he sometimes wasn't even able to appreciate her massive tits; a strange situation in Will's world.

Therefore, it was an easy choice for Will to plop himself beside Lauren E. His presence didn't go unnoticed, however, and all three Laurens turned to say hi and unfortunately, Lauren S didn't turn back to her work.

"Heyyy, William," she started smugly. Will hated the sound of his full name, and he hated how pretentiously Lauren S would use it like that, "they've got me working on the new show. I didn't even have to ask." Will noted that he didn't even have to ask for her to start stroking her own ego, but on the outside, he smiled and congratulated her. "Rachel is really listening to my opinion, I think, she can probably tell that I'm not like the usual interns that pass through here," she continued.

Wow, Will thought, can she hear herself? He could hardly believe that Lauren S was saying all this with such a straight, smug face. Lauren Smug, he thought. That fits. Or just Smug.

Smug continued her ode to herself while Will and Lauren E exchanged knowing glances whenever Smug's eyes drifted elsewhere. Finally, Lauren Tits broke the torture.

"OH MY GOD!!"

At first Will thought Tits was verbalizing the thoughts screaming in his head in response to Smug's masturbatory monologue, but he should have known better. After everyone looked at her, Tits continued.

"This girl just said that Boyce is hotter than Jamal! What an idiot!"

Her audience sat in stunned silence for a moment before Lauren E spoke first, "which girl? What?"

"This girl!" Tits flailed her arm toward her computer screen. Will noted that a YouTube video was playing and a pair of headphones was around Tits' neck. Will then realized that Tits was reacting to some random girl on the internet's thoughts about two people from some show he was sure he had never heard of. He tried to come up with a response, but was too dumbfounded to say anything. Lauren E had him covered.

"Yeah...what an idiot..."

Will suppressed a chuckle as Tits obliviously returned her attention to her screen. He stole a glance at her ample bust, felt guilty about it, and turned back to Lauren and thankfully noted that Smug had returned to her work. There couldn't have been a more perfect example of why the two non-E Laurens bothered him so much. Just as he began to question if it was worth it to stick around, he heard Colin's voice from behind him.

"Yo! Fucker! There you are!"

Will spun around on his chair and his heart jumped involuntarily. Colin was briskly walking toward him accompanied by none other than Liz. She strode with confidence while her face expressed hesitation. She was casually clad in a black t-shirt and light blue jeans. Will was stunned as he admired her full lips and slightly upturned nose. And then there were her eyes. Did nobody else notice? They were so dark that there seemed to be only pupil. A drop of black paint in a white eyeball. Nothing but darkness waiting to engulf you. Colin's voice broke Will out of his trance.

"We just went on a wild goose chase, asshole. Aren't you supposed to be upstairs by now? Liz is going to shadow you this month." Will froze for an uncomfortably long time. Despite Colin's words, his tone was relatively kind, but he was confused by Will's silence. Colin almost spoke up again, but Will was able to choke out a sentence.

"Umm, no. I mean, I usually don't have any work to do until at least 1:30, sometimes later. Er, shadow me?" Will stammered on, "my job is boring! I doubt she would want to do that." He glanced toward Liz during his last sentence, but she already turned to Colin.

"He talked about it when he gave me the tour yesterday, I don't think it's boring," Liz said. Colin shrugged. 

"I agree with Will, I think his job is boring as shit, but it can't be worse than mine. And c'mon, Will, I bet you could use some company up there, 'eh?" Colin was hardly subtle about raising his eyebrows while speaking, but Liz appeared oblivious. Will's head suddenly felt extremely cloudy and heavy. He wondered if the incident yesterday was all a dream as nothing seemed real at that moment. He felt scared of Liz, her eyes appeared darker than ever and he found it difficult to even look at her.

Colin's trademark impatience broke Will out of his stupor, "c'mon buddy! Wake up! It's past noon. Take her upstairs and let me go back to hating my job." Will still found it difficult to form coherent thoughts as he stole a glance up at Liz. She smiled sweetly at him and he then spoke quicker than he expected,

"Yeah, of course, sorry. Let's go, Liz."

"Finally," Colin responded before patting Will on the shoulder and jogging to go to his desk in the basement. Will swallowed hard before looking at Liz, but her expression was tame. Almost blank. Will was able to shake off the rest of his daze. He no longer felt an uncontrollable fear, but his stomach was still in knots as the pair walked toward the far staircase to take them to Will's isolated office.

The walk was painfully silent and Will's mind was painfully loud. He wondered what Liz's motives were. Why would she ask to shadow him? Would she pull another stunt like yesterday? Did this mean she had it out for him or that maybe she had taken a liking to him? Will's mind raced faster as they approached the third floor.

He kept returning to the thought that he had imagined the events from the day before. How could the sweet and shy girl beside him be capable of such sudden seduction and aggression? He tried to keep his mind off of how attractive she was, but he couldn't help it. Her large young bust strained against her tight tee and her hips swayed sexily despite her small nervous steps.

They entered the smaller third floor studio and his mind leaped from her body to the improbable. What if she was capable of manipulating my mind, he thought irrationally, does that mean she can read it too? Despite his predilection toward logical thinking, Will couldn't shake those supernatural thoughts as easily this time.

They climbed the winding stairs to the control room that Will called his office and he started to feel faint. His mind was finally exhausted of its heavy flow of questions, and he flopped wordlessly into his chair and kicked a spare one such that Liz would be able to sit as well.

Will didn't feel the need to fill the pregnant pause. He needed a rest and frankly wasn't concerned with Liz's comfort at the moment. Finally, he sat up properly and started turning on all the monitors he used to create the elements he would display on the live show later. He absent-mindedly narrated his actions to Liz in an effort to not only finally fill the silence, but to make sure the subject matter remained mundane.

The entire time, Will felt unable to look at Liz. As if acknowledging her presence would restart the events from yesterday. In his paranoia, he began to wonder if she was even still there, or what if she had undressed? Before he was able to dismiss these thoughts as ridiculous, he tossed a panicked look toward her. She was sitting sweetly and silently on her chair, fully clothed. He let an audible sigh of relief before continuing the overview of his daily responsibilities. Colin's right, Will thought, my job IS pretty boring.

As if sensing that Will was finally more at ease, Liz finally spoke up.

"I don't know how I can do it, but I've always been able to." Will spun around and gaped at Liz. She was unphased by his reaction and continued, "Most people don't see me any differently unless I control them, but you seemed to be wary of me. That's not common."

Will still couldn't say a word, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Yesterday Liz was either a shy 18-year-old or a dominating seductress, now she was showing a third side.

"That's why I think you'll serve me well, Will. You're perceptive and smart. I've grown tired of just controlling people, so I like to pass my gift along, so to speak."

Will finally mustered the ability to speak.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I still can't believe any of this. What are you talking about?" Will flinched as he realized he had addressed her as 'ma'am' as per her command yesterday. Liz seemed to notice and smiled. Will couldn't decide if her smile was warm or menacing.

"I can prove it beyond I already have if you want, Will." Liz was sitting more rigid in her chair now and Will started to feel like this was more like the Liz he saw in his office yesterday. She continued, "but you don't always have to address me as ma'am when we're alone anymore, Will. Only when I feel it is necessary. Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"I don't need words to control you, but I usually prefer them. For example. Slap yourself in the face."

Will barely had time to react before his own hand struck his face. He was stunned. He looked Liz in the eye for a brief moment before his other hand struck his other cheek.

"See, that time I just thought it. It goes for anything." Liz raised an eyebrow as she spoke and Will felt his guts clenching in anticipation. Liz didn't move a muscle as Will fell to his knees and starting barking like a dog, then he lay on his back and started listing his favourite foods and colours. Liz continued to make him do embarrassing things while she sat silently. Will noticed -- while doing jumping jacks -- that he had full control of his thoughts while all this happened. He didn't feel his thoughts being manipulated nor his feelings, although he couldn't be sure of the latter.




Interns Ch. 02



Finally Liz let Will sit down again and he tentatively shook his limbs of his own volition.

"Fine," he said defeated, "I believe you."

"Of course you do," Liz snapped, "now, take out your cock and start stroking it."

Will instantly obeyed and pulled his flaccid dick out of his pants before rubbing it between two fingers and his thumb. The sudden sexual turn didn't surprise Will. In fact, he had expected it.

"How hard did you come in the bathroom yesterday?" Liz asked.

"Harder than I can remember ever coming before. I covered the walls and fell down exhausted."

"Good," Liz responded, "Now, I'm going to let you have the same abilities over whomever you want. Except me, of course."

Will was dumbfounded. He tried to respond but found himself unable to, he concluded that Liz wanted to say everything before any questions and so he instead focused on stroking his growing member.

"Try it out, have fun with the power, but don't forget that you are ultimately mine and that no matter who you control, I control you. Understand?"

Will's cock ached. "Yes, ma'am."

"There will be limits to your power," Liz continued, "you will not be able to issue new commands to anybody not in your immediate vicinity. You will not be able to read minds." Wait, Will wondered, is she describing just his limitations or also her own? "Also, you will not be able to pass these powers along as I have. And, as mentioned, I control you, so my power is the trump power. If we both tried to control the same person, my commands will always triumph. Understand?"

Still pumping his dick, Will uttered his confirmation.

"Good boy," Liz said condescendingly, "now, how badly do you want me to finish you off?"

"Really fucking badly," Will instantly responded.

"Do you want to see my big D cup tits, Will?"

"Yes, ma'am, badly."

"Do you want to lick my perfect pussy?"

"I would love to. I would be happy just to catch a glimpse of it, or to smell it." Will begged these words and although he knew he was required to answer, he still felt like he was giving sincere answers.

"You're my slave, and don't forget it."

"No, of course not, Liz. I'm a slave to your tits and pussy and your voice." Will felt his orgasm building, but had a feeling that Liz would control the exact moment he came. He still felt scared of Liz, but now that the situation was out in the open, he was able to enjoy the erotic moment a little more.

"Stand up and face away from me, Will."

Will did as he was told.

"Get your hand off your dick."

Will did as he was told.

"Don't look back, don't look down, just look straight ahead."

Will couldn't even nod a confirmation and was unable to open his mouth in what must have been a silent command. He wondered what this was about and had a sudden moment of panic wondering if Liz was going to leave him like this and send people up to laugh at him. Thankfully, something much more pleasant happened.

He felt Liz's cool hand slide onto his rock-hard dick. She softly stroked him and undid his belt and jeans with her free hand. He felt her breathing in his ear while his pants dropped to the floor. Liz said nothing as she cupped his tight balls in one hand while continuing to caress his cock in the other. Will tried to moan, but couldn't. His pleasure was entirely contained inside him. Liz started to stroke faster until her soft hand was gripped firmly around his dick and pumping wildly. Will wanted to throw back his head and shout his praise to her handjob but couldn't. He was unable to tell if he was experiencing paradise or torture. He knew that if he weren't under her control, he would have shot his load ages ago. The sensation of her furious strokes and his still-full balls was indescribable.

Liz massaged Will's balls and gripped his dick tighter. Her breath became shorter and sharper in his ear; she pushed her body into him. Will felt her generous chest squeeze against his back while she jerked him off, and he felt her crotch grind into the top of his leg. Will stood rigid while he felt the most intense pleasure he could remember. He couldn't look, but her hand felt like a blur on his dick.

Suddenly she stopped. 

Will was allowed to start gasping, but still stared forward. He was desperate. He craved her touch, he panted like an idiot. Liz slowly came into his peripheral view and inched close to his face. He couldn't look directly at her, but her lips were so close to his that they were almost touching.

Finally, she whispered, "Come."

Will's balls emptied. His rigid cock shot out stream after stream of his hot jizz. He didn't have a voice, but he was able to finally throw back his head and let out his breath. Even without her touch, he felt incredible relief as he shot come over his office floor. His balls were finally drained as Will's pelvis convulsed at the denouement of his orgasm. He found himself able to flop back into his chair.

"Clean that up," said Liz coolly while Will instantly obeyed, "then why don't you try out your new powers? I have things to do today, but tell Colin I was here until 5. Do you understand, my pathetic slave?"

Will was taken aback by Liz's sudden and strange mix of an insult and a hint of an endearment. Still, he responded with a clean, "of course, ma'am."

"Good," she said, "and don't come in anyone's mouth today."

Will's heart sunk as Liz briskly left the room. She had already deprived him of being touched while he just came, and now she took away the very thing he intended on doing with his new abilities. Maybe she CAN read minds, Will thought. Then he felt foolish about his entitlement. Even if he WAS now able to use Liz's still-difficult-to-fathom powers, he should be grateful. Not angry about the limitations. He glanced at his computer's clock and noticed it was barely past 1pm. He rushed down to the intern computers having finished cleaning up his own mess.

For the first time, Will hoped Meagan wasn't there. If he was - in fact - able to control other people, he felt it would be wrong somehow to control her. He had feelings for her, so he'd rather anything that happened between them to be genuine. This triggered Will's moral centre. Should he really be controlling anybody, then? He deflated a bit, but still felt too excited to not at least try his supposed abilities out.

So he pushed his ethical thoughts aside and strode into the main studio. He was soon relieved to see that it was still just the Laurens who occupied the computers. He felt guilty, once again, when he considered controlling Lauren E, but then an idea struck him. Liz had never mentioned memory. Sure, Will seemed to remember everything, but Liz didn't list memory in her restrictions. 

The Laurens still hadn't noticed his presence, and without deliberating, Will thought while looking at Lauren Tits as though speaking to her, "May I speak with you for a moment, Lauren?"

"Sure! What's it about, Will?" Lauren responded aloud to Will's surprise and delight. His elation soon vanished however, as the other Laurens looked with confusion toward Tits and then -- in turn -- to Will. He scrambled with an excuse as to why Tits would speak that into the silence, and in desperation turned to Lauren Smug and Lauren E and pointedly thought, "go back to work, I asked to speak to Lauren T out loud".

To Will's relief, both Laurens returned to their computers, but he was still skeptical. Sure he controlled their actions, but that doesn't mean that his explanation worked. He would have to try it out on Lauren Tits to confirm. "Follow me," he thought to Tits, "and don't speak until we're alone."

Lauren and her giant bust did as they were instructed. Will led her out of the studio and into the sound room. Will knew the sound guys weren't due until 4pm, so he closed the door behind him. The moment he did, Lauren spoke up,

"Ohmigosh, is this serious? I'm sorry for whatever I did. I'm working really REALLY hard and -"

"Be quiet!" Will announced as a reaction, but was pleased when Lauren was immediately silenced. Liz was right, it felt better to issue commands while actually speaking. He took a moment and continued,

"You may speak, but quietly, and only when I ask you a question. Understand?"

"Yes," said Lauren in a soft voice that Will was certain he had never heard her use before. 

Will was starting to get horny as a dark feeling of power arose in him while he stood in a room alone with a very busty teen. He took a deep breath and cleared his mind. He needed to test if he could control memory first. He knew from his own experience with Liz that he could make people not tell anybody else, but Will felt somehow more comfortable if he knew that people wouldn't carry the memories with them. He proceeded with his improvised test.

"Hey Lauren, I'm going to tell you a colour, then I want you to repeat it back to me, okay?"

"Okay." There was that soft voice again. Why didn't she always talk like that?

"Blue."

"Blue," Lauren responded so quickly that it made Will jump.

"Sorry, Lauren. I'm going to tell you a colour, then I want you to wait 5 seconds before repeating it back to me, okay? And address me as sir once in a while, okay?"

"Yes, sir." Damn that was stupid, Will thought, he should have proved the memory thing first before pulling something like that. Still, he found it very hot.

"Blue," Will tried again.

"Blue," Lauren repeated after approximately 5 seconds.

"Good. Green."

"Green," Lauren repeated after a similar length of time.

"Yellow," Will said and then quickly thought, "forget which colour I just said."

Five seconds.

"Sorry, I forget the colour you said, sir."

Will could barely contain his excitement. He noticed that Lauren seemed more confused than usual and realized that although he was controlling her actions, she must have control over her thoughts and feelings like he always did while Liz controlled him. He felt that twinge of guilt again, but continued his experiment. He thought to her again, "forget the names of the girls you were sitting were in the studio." Then soon after he asked out loud,

"Lauren, what are the names of the girls sitting beside you in the studio today?"

"Ohmygod," Lauren said softly and furrowed her brow, "I don't remember. Embarrassing!"

"Remember the names again," Will thought. Lauren Tits immediately reacted.

"Oh, it's Lauren and Lauren of course! How could I forget that? El oh el!"

Will planted his head in his hands as Lauren literally spelled out "lol". Even with her soft and sexy voice, she was still an idiot. He wondered how far his control reached. "Forget your mother," Will thought before saying,

"Tell me about your mother, Lauren."

"Ohmygod, I love my mom! She's the best woman in the whole world!"

"Okay, that's enough of that, thanks." Will's spirit dampened. But still, he thought, there's no way she's enough of an idiot to forget a colour right after I say it, or the names of girls with the same name as her! Will concluded that memory control must only work on more recent events. She had been an intern for about a month, so he figured the control worked for at least that long if it was tied to length of time.

He turned his focus back to Lauren and realized that it looked like she was trying to ask a question and he remembered that he forbade her to speak unless spoken to. He didn't change the command, however, as he felt lust overtake his body. He remembered how Liz had made him list his favourite things and realized that he must be able to make people speak the truth.

"Do you find me attractive, Lauren? Be honest."

"Yeah," Lauren responded quickly, "although you're not really my type. I like muscles and you don't have lots of those, but you're hot for a skinny guy."

Out of paranoia, Will tried one more test. "Forget the question I just asked, and forget that you answered." Then he spoke,

"What was the last question I asked you, Lauren?"

"You asked about my mom, sir."

Excellent, Will thought. That was good enough for him and he finally let himself stare at Lauren's chest. She was wearing a simple striped tank top, but her tits still looked fantastic in it. He couldn't believe that they were so big at her age.

"Do you like your big tits, Lauren?" He asked.

"Kinda," she responded, "They make me feel sexy sometimes, but they also make me feel fat. And stared at. And they hurt my back. They give me lots of attention from guys, but I don't always want it."

Will felt a twinge of sympathy and regret, but still continued, "Do you ever fantasize about people from here?"

"Yes, sir, I do," Lauren responded.

"Who?"

"Colin, mostly. He's so hot."

Will felt disappointed and probed further, "never me?"

"Not really, no. Like, I never focus on you, but you've run through my mind."

Will was enthralled with the honesty and quick responses. Despite that fact that his experiences with Liz had prepared him for these results, it was still thrilling.

"What would make you horny right now?"

"I dunno," Lauren responded, "I don't think about that stuff here so much."

"Well sit down and put your hand down your skirt and rub your pussy until you get horny, okay?"

"Yes, sir." Lauren instantly obeyed Will's orders while he watched. Her wrist moved until she finally started to squirm and began to softly moan.

"Don't forget to moan quietly, Lauren." Will commanded while locking the door, "and sometimes I will address you as Tits, okay? I want you to respond to it like you love it. Okay, Tits?"

"Mmm, sounds good."

Will no longer cared if she was just pretending to love it because he commanded it, his cock was getting too hard.

"Keep rubbing your pussy. Are you horny yet?"

"I'm getting pretty horny, sir."

"Do you want my cock?"

"Yeeaaahhhh," Lauren moaned, "I do, sir. You've done something to me, I really want your dick."

Will's pride swelled at these words, and pushed the limits further.

"You're my busty whore, tell me you live for my dick. Okay, Tits?"

Lauren grinded harder than usual into her hand and moaned, "Yes sir, I was born to be a big-titted slut for your dick."

Lauren's dirty response caused a huge smile to spread on Will's face. "Don't come until I tell you to," he thought to Lauren before speaking again, 

"That's a good slut, now lick your hand clean, get on your knees and pull out those massive boobs. Okay?"

"As you wish," Lauren responded. Will couldn't believe how different Lauren seemed with a soft voice and dirty words. He didn't know how much was sincere, but it was the last thing on his mind. He pulled down his jeans and boxers while anxiously waiting for Lauren's huge tits to be released from their cloth prison. Will's eyes locked in on Lauren's chest as she sank to her knees and slid a hand down the front of her shirt over her right breast. She gripped it from underneath and heaved it out of her bra and shirt in one motion and swiftly did the same thing to her left.

Will couldn't believe how round and firm they were out of her shirt. They had some sag, but that only confirmed that they were natural, and he admired their unbelievable shape and size. He continued to stare stupidly at her disproportionately small pink nipples.

"You have incredible boobs, Lauren." Will said before blurting out, "what's your cup size?"

"Thank you, sir. And 36E."

Will patted himself on the back in his mind on his correct guess and decided he couldn't wait any longer,

"Tits, you're my dirty busty slut and I want your huge tits to get me off. Wrap my dick in your generous titflesh. Press them together and give me the best boobjob of your life. I want it to feel like a tongue on your clit every time you slam your heavy tits down on my dick. Then, when I shoot my load all over your giant perfect boobs, I want you to come. Understand?"

"Ohfuckyes, sir." Lauren responded lustfully. Then Will spoke again without thinking,

"Just make sure you don't get any of my jizz in your mouth, slut."

"Yes, sir" Lauren confirmed. That order must have come from Liz's earlier order, Will concluded, But did he hear disappointment in Lauren's voice? Maybe she loved swallowing come. That thought vanished, however, as Lauren's huge rack enveloped Will's 6 inch rock hard cock.

"Oh fuck yes, Lauren. Fuck my dick with your giant tits."

Lauren moaned and bounced her sizeable bust on Will's cock. He watched as the tip appeared and disappeared into her sea of soft flesh. Her tits looked amazing squeezed up against his dick as Lauren moaned while servicing him, as if her slutty service was providing her with equal pleasure. Will felt proud of his command for Lauren to feel good too and relaxed into the titjob. 

"Do you give a lot of boobjobs, Tits?"

Lauren reacted to her nickname with a shudder of pleasure and by squeezing her tits even tighter on Will's cock, "Yes I do. Boys always ask me to do it."

"Have you and your amazing rack grown to like it?"

"More than I used to, yeah. I think I'm good at it now."

"Damn right you are, slut. Your tits feel amazing. I bet you do this all the time."

"Yes, sir. I give a lot of boobjobs, like I said."

"When was the last one you gave, Tits?"

Lauren moaned again at her pet name, "Mmmm, I love that nickname, sir. And on the weekend. To a stranger at a bar in the washroom."

Will couldn't believe the story he was hearing. It was too much for him. He felt his balls tighten and released one last stream of dirty talk to the busty teen on her knees before him.

"That's right, you huge-titted slut! I'm going to come all over your massive mounds! Your slutty tits were made to drain my dick of all its jizz. Oh goddd..."

Will trailed off as he shot his second huge load of the day, coating Lauren's big tits with his come. Lauren was shuddering from her own command-induced orgasm and finally collapsed on the floor. Will shot another thought to her, "thank me, Tits."

Lauren giggled and moaned before softly purring, "thank you for your hard dick and hot come, I'm only sorry that I'm not allowed to lick it off my boobs."

Oh right, Will remembered. Stupid Liz. He came back to reality and pulled up his pants before issuing his final commands to Lauren for the day.

"I'm going to leave now, Lauren. Immediately clean yourself off silently then get dressed. Then forget everything that happened in this room. Forget that I asked to talk to you. The last time you will remember seeing me is when I first came to work around noon. Go back to your desk in the studio and if anybody asks, you were in the washroom. That is what you will remember as well. Once you leave the room, you may speak whenever you're normally used to at whatever volume you're normally used to." Will hesitated for a second before figuring 'what the hell', and continuing, "despite forgetting these events, I want you to retain any lust for me that this encounter gave you. I want you to feel happy when I look at your chest. I want you to crave my cock in your mouth. You will follow this order although you won't remember me issuing it. Understand?"

"Yes, sir." Will nodded at her confirmation. He didn't expect his commands to actually affect Lauren's moods or desires, but he didn't see any harm in trying. He also wasn't sure of the necessity of telling Lauren to forget him issuing the order as she didn't seem to remember when he commanded her to forget things before, but he wanted to be thorough. He left the come-covered girl in the sound room and walked quietly back to the main studio. He was yet again relieved to see the other two Laurens still at their desks. He directed a thought at the pair,

"You two Laurens will forget my second entrance into the studio and that Lauren T followed me out. You will forget any conversations you may have had about such events. As far as you both know, Lauren T went to the bathroom and you will not find it strange that she has been gone for so long," Will decided to throw in another test, "also, you will both find yourselves thinking about my dick from time to time, especially when you get horny. You will follow this order although you won't remember me issuing it. Thank you both."




Interns Ch. 02



He then turned toward the far stairs to head back to his office before Lauren T returned. If there were snags in his logic, or even if his test commands ended up being effective, he didn't want to find out now. Plus, it was finally around time for him to get some real work done.

Will reeled while taking in the events of the past few hours. He wondered why Liz didn't employ any memory control on him. Or if she did, why did she let him remember as much as she did? And why would she want to pass her powers along? Not that Will was complaining, but he did have a this-is-too-good-to-be-true feeling running through him.

Will went through the rest of his day as he normally would have, even resisting using his newfound powers for minor mischief. He concentrated on the weekend. Liz's restriction would be up and he could test his abilities outside of work.

With a mixture of apprehensive and excitement, Will explored the possibilities of the weekend. For the first time in weeks, Meagan did not dominate his thoughts.



Interns Ch. 03



*All sexually active or sexualized characters are at least 18 years old.

There is humiliation, name-calling, unprotected sex, and mind control in this story. The first three should only ever occur in real life between well-informed, consenting adults and the fourth one doesn't even exist in real life! So please treat this fiction as the fantasy that it is.

As always, chapters that are part of a larger arc are enjoyed and understood best if read in order.* 

*

A part of Will expected it to be Friday again when he woke up. As if the surreal events he remembered had no other explanation except for being part of a dream. He felt equal parts relief and excitement when the date on his computer confirmed Saturday. On one hand, it meant that the new intern at work, Liz was in fact the powerful, terrifying person with unfathomable powers that he had feared. Yet it also meant that he still retained the lesser version of those powers that she had inexplicably passed on.

Sure, Liz made it incredibly clear that she was the one in charge, but Will's sexual experiment on the dim and busty intern, Lauren T yesterday showed that he definitely had personal satisfaction to gain from this.

Will sat up in his bed and rested his head against the wall. It was still a lot to take in. As a staunch defender of science and logic, the past few days were incredibly counter-intuitive to him. Still, he reminded himself, science often required entirely new ways of thinking.

Perhaps more troubling than the unknown elements - of which Liz had commanded him to not discuss with others - was how quickly Will had been willing to use them on another human for his own sexual benefit.

Sure, Lauren T was vapid and annoying, but that didn't make her less of a person. Yes, Will had been able to erase her memories of the lewd titjob she performed on him in the soundroom, but that didn't appease his conscious. Plus, why was his first act of mind control a sexual act? Sure, that's all Liz seemed to use it for, but she never listed that as a restriction.

Will tried to think of other ways in which he could use his newfound abilities, but all his ideas were simple, selfish, and largely sexual. Was this another command of Liz's? Was it the nature of the mysterious power itself? Or, worst of all, was all this far too telling of Will's personality?

He got tired of thinking so hard so early in the morning and he sat at his computer chair and restored the browser he had kept minimized all night. It opened to Meagan's Facebook profile. Oh, right. He had jerked off to her again last night. She was the original intern to occupy Will's thoughts before all this supernatural Liz business. He felt resentful of Liz for distracting his life from his feelings for Meagan. It was a silly sentiment, but Will had really started to have deep feelings for the tiny redhead. He hadn't felt that way about a girl in a very long time.

Will constantly told himself that he should be thankful for his powers. But that line of thinking made him uneasy as well. Nothing about Liz made Will believe she should be trusted. She seemed to get pleasure out of controlling and humiliating Will and then somehow making him feel grateful for it.

Will closed Facebook out of guilt and frustration. Then he felt that dark feeling rise that he had felt in the soundroom the day before. The feeling that enabled him to ignore his guilt and command Lauren T to jerk him off with her giant breasts. Will remembered that Liz's arbitrary restriction was only set for Friday. He was free to come inside a girl's mouth now. The realization caused the dark feeling to consume even more of Will.

He spent a minute staring into space, thinking about who he should convince to suck him off and using which methods, but he was somehow able to shake himself off. It wasn't right. Liz must be trying to corrupt him. Maybe that's why she gifted him the powers in the first place.

Ignoring the dark pleas in his mind, Will instead opened up his porn stash on his computer and rifled through his favourite models. As mostly a boob guy, the majority of the girls featured exaggerated breasts. Still, he settled on the comparatively proportionate April O'Neil - ignoring the fact that she looked like a less scary version of Liz - and jerked off to settle his libido. 

The morning passed uneventfully after that. Despite working afternoons and evenings during the week, Will tended to wake up fairly early on weekends. He watched some TV, dicked around on the internet, and made himself a late breakfast. It was only one in the afternoon when Will got bored of his apartment and decided to head to The Lazy Bean, his favourite independent coffee shop a few blocks away. 

Will had no issue with the bigger chains, but The Lazy Bean had a better sense of community. Fewer employees worked there and he knew them all very well after living in the area for a few years. As he threw on his jacket and got in his building's elevator, Will did his best to pretend like he didn't hope Sophie was working. Or, more accurately, he pretended that he wasn't almost certain she was working. Because of the small staff, the schedule was pretty easy to work out and Sophie always worked weekends.

Will blasted music in his ear to keep his mind as clear as possible to feign innocence and hold back the moral part of his brain. His stride was faster than normal and he was nearly at a jog by the time he got inside. Although he tried to ignore it, his heart sank when he didn't see Sophie behind the counter. It was Jeff, the manager. A nice enough guy not much older than Will, but way more by-the-book than Will would have expected from a small coffee shop.

"Hey Will! The usual?" Jeff beamed and didn't even wait for an answer before moving to the espresso bar.

"Thanks, man," Will replied. He pulled out his wallet and stood by the cash.

"Sophie will ring you in in a second. She's just putting the new order away."

"Alright," replied Will coolly while his heart jumped.

Sure enough, the tall Japanese girl strode out of the back room a few moments later. Her height and confident way she held herself led people to believe she was stuck up, but that perception often evaporated when she spoke.

"Ohmygawd, hey Will! Where have you been?" Sophie's voice was projected across the cafe, but was silky enough to not disturb the customers. Will couldn't help but beam back at her.

"I was here last weekend, Sophie. I'm never here during the week."

"Oh yeah! D'uh. I'm such an idiot."

Sophie was socially ditzy, but Will knew from past conversations that she was actually an incredibly sharp and witty girl. She was studying to be a chemist and from what he could tell, she was acing her courses. 

Will had never asked her out because - despite her stunning appearance - he never felt like she was his type romantically. He liked ambition in the women he dated, but Sophie's interests didn't mesh with his. Also, to be blunt, he was incredibly intimidated by her. He felt the darkness rise inside him again. He thought about how easy it would be to have a one-off sexual escapade with Sophie. They lived in practically different worlds. He could make her forget about it, nothing would come from it except for an amazing fuck.

No! Will shoved down the darkness again. This was a friend whom he had respect for. Sure, they only knew each other through the cafe, but they had gotten to know each other quite well. There was just something wrong about taking advantage of her and her incredibly long legs and sharp attractive features and slim figure and small, proud bust.

But his power felt like a force of its own needing to be fed. He couldn't just put this phenomenon to waste. But Will hadn't lost all reason. Sophie was at work and it would hardly go unnoticed if she disappeared for a time without explanation. Logic finally won out and Will suppressed his desire to see Sophie naked. But he had to make sure he still had the powers, he had yet to test them since he woke up.

'You will only charge me for a small coffee instead of my usual,' he thought while concentrating on Sophie. She seemed taken aback at his stare, but turned away the moment the command was issued, and rang in exactly what Will had ordered her to.

"So that's just a small coffee then," Sophie said with a wink. Will winced knowing he should have made additional commands to make the transaction silent. It was too late, Jeff walked over with the drink he had just finished preparing and placed it on the counter while looking pointedly at Sophie.

"No, this is the large mocha with extra whip that Will always gets. Always. You know that. Why would you undercharge?"

"Um, I dunno, I just thought..." Sophie looked incredibly confused as she stammered at her boss. Will felt overcome with guilt. It would be one thing if Sophie had chosen to give him a discount of her own volition, but here she was defending an action she took without really knowing the reason why she did it. Panicked, Will shot his attention over to Jeff.

'You are no longer upset about the undercharge, and you will pass off your reaction as a joke to both Sophie and me,' Will thought into Jeff's mind. Jeff instantly responded.

"I'm just kidding, Sophie! Don't look so scared," Jeff's change in tone was so instantaneous that Will was just as surprised as Sophie even though he had issued the command. "Will's here all the time, of course he can have a discount once in a while. Sorry for scaring you."

Will felt relieved, but he could sense Sophie's confusion and didn't feel comfortable sticking around to chat like he normally would. He muttered something about needing to be somewhere and got out of the cafe.

Will sipped his drink as he walked down the sideway, his heart thumping, his earbuds back in his pocket. It had been so easy yesterday. Will made a vapid, busty intern his to play with for twenty minutes, and then had her forget the whole thing. That was way more morally grey than saving a few bucks on a coffee, so why did he feel more upset now?

Maybe it was how surreal the experience had been yesterday. At the start of the day, he didn't believe in the existence of mind control, but just a few hours later he had been using it himself to get a topless intern to pleasure him. Maybe it was because all the supernatural experiences Will had up until that point had only happened at work, as if weird things could only happen inside the old TV studio. Bringing his newfound powers away from work on a brand new day when he had not seen Liz felt like enough little things to feel like a big thing.

Plus, he still felt selfish. Will was sure he should be able to discover ways to use his powers for the greater good. But the harder his brain struggled, the more it was filled with thoughts of making girls perform sexual acts with him. His attempts to come out the bright side of his moral quandary just made him hate himself more.

Will realized he was so inside his head that he had been looking down at the sidewalk ever since he left the cafe. He looked up in an effort to use the sights to distract from his quibbling mind.

As fate would have it, he chose the exact moment when he was passing by the hottest girl he had seen in days. A dark instinct in him instantly shot a thought into her mind.

'You realize that you're very intrigued by the boy you just passed. Ask to talk to him.'

Will didn't even look back to see if his command landed, he just maintained his pace. Sure enough, a few seconds later, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and a rich confident voice entered his ears.

"Excuse me, so sorry to bother you, but I just had to talk to you. Wanna chat?"

Will turned around and feigned a surprised expression, "Yeah sure. Want to walk with me this way?"

"Er, I actually have to be somewhere, I thought maybe you could walk this wa--" the girl started.

'You have time,' Will thought to her.

"...You know what? I can make a little time," she finished. "Where are you going?"

Will hesitated for a second when he realized that he wasn't walking in the direction of his apartment, "er, to the mall, I guess."

"A'ight," the girl responded. She seemed to be a little confused as to why she was so interested in a guy who appeared to have nothing interesting going on, but joined Will as he walked. Will decided to set some ground rules.

'You will answer honestly to any question I ask you,' he thought to the girl, 'you will not care when I check out your body. In fact, you will be flattered.' That was enough for now. He continued out loud.

"So what's your name?"

"Carnise."

"Pretty name."

"Enh, it's alright."

Will took the opportunity take a proper look at Carnise during their small talk. Her curly black hair framed her beautiful rounded features. She had huge brown eyes, big soft lips and a little rounded nose. Her milk chocolate skin was incredibly smooth and Will's eyes followed it down her face until it jutted out in front of her. Will resisted his instinct to pull his gaze away after a glance and took in the glory of Carnise's cleavage. Her waist was impossibly thin considering the bust it was holding up. Her giant mounds must have been an F cup, Will concluded. Insane. A figure like Carmen Bella.

He finally ripped his eyes away from her huge tits bouncing inside her simple tight white tank top to look at her rear end. Carnise certainly upheld the stereotype there with an ample amount of attractive extra padding. Her body was almost cartoonish in its exaggerated proportions, but Will was too attracted to her to truly find it ridiculous.

Carnise blushed at Will's overt leering, but the expression only lasted a few seconds before she scrunched her face.

"Why are you going to the mall by yourself on a Saturday? Sounds kinda lame," she said. Will felt a wave of guilt wash over him for what felt like the millionth time that day. Two different voices must have been waging war in her head. The initial command had left her undeniably intrigued by him although she would have obviously had nothing to do with him otherwise.

This triggered Will's own internal battle yet again: his conscious versus this new darkness that had become so powerful so quickly. Just as he was convincing himself to let the poor girl go, he took another glance at her incredibly generous chest, exposing himself to his greatest weakness. Will was mesmerized by the proud jiggle of the expansive valley of her cleavage. It was times like this when he would think that boobs looked best contained inside a bra and shirt. It reflected their firmness, struggling against the fabric containing them, but also reflected their softness, visible in the ripples each step made in Carnise's titflesh.

Although it wasn't the direct intention of his stares, Carnise was put more at ease because of them; forgetting her question. The gratitude she felt for his attention certainly wasn't her typical reaction, but it was still overwhelming enough to fog over her conflicting feelings. 

Will's darkness was rising close to the point of no return. The more he stared at Carnise's exaggerated chest, the more overcome he was with lust. He pictured her lying on top of him, her massive mammories dragging on his chest. He pictured being smothered by them; his entire face and both hands completely overflowing with her huge and young brown tits. He pictured fucking her on her back; her face pained with pleasure, her giant tits shaking around her chest like mountains of pudding.

That was it, he had to have her. As an olive branch, Will decided to make sure he wasn't keeping her from a job interview or anything that would really mess things up for her. He almost didn't bother when he noticed how flushed she had become from his non-stop gaze on her chest, but he somehow forced himself to provide the courtesy.

"So where were you heading off to before you joined me?"

"Meeting my boyfriend for a late lunch."

Will lost his stomach. How had he not even considered that possibility? Will's lust had sunk as far as his stomach and he became filled only with guilt. Without looking at her, he spoke softly.

"I'm sorry I made you waste your time, Carnise. Please go meet your boyfriend."

Carnise looked equally confused and grateful.

"Thanks," she said without inflection, then kissed him on the cheek; her breasts pressed against his arm. Then she ran back in the direction they came from. Will turned around to try and catch her expression, but she was moving too fast. Will took the chance to admire her fantastic ass.

After she was too small to make out, Will walked to a nearby bench in a daze and sipped his nearly empty drink absent-mindedly. Why had he been so willing to go through with that? How was he so able to detach her from the reality of being a human being with a life and experiences and commitments and preferences? Why did she show signs of affection when she left? Was it some weird form of short-term Stockholm Syndrome? Or maybe the command to be intrigued by Will was informed by the command to feel flattered from his leering.

This gave Will pause. He never thought of the commands as being anything but static before. Was it possible they could evolve and spill over into genuine feelings? If he could change people's feelings with a command anyway, was that any different? What did this mean for Liz's commands over him?

He had never expected his newfound mind control to be so full of philosophical questions. With more stealth than usual, the darkness entered the conversation. People's minds changed all the time, right? What was really the difference between their minds being altered by their experiences and their minds being altered by his new supernatural gifts?

Choice, said another part of his mind. They evaluate the experiences and make their own decisions based on them. This would normally seem obvious to Will, but the darkness twisted his basic logic.

Will looked around. Why HAD he been walking toward the mall? He must have had a reason. Maybe if he continued in that direction, it would jog his memory.

As if his brain were a movie, his mind performed an extra-long crossfade. Soon the reason he was going to the mall was extremely clear and it was if he had never forgotten. He could finally use his powers free of Liz's restriction that had been placed on him for Friday. And what better place to make that happen than in one of his - albeit clichéd - fantasy spots: a changeroom.

Will managed to hold his resolve on this decision without falling into another moral dilemma. However, when he finally got inside the mall, he found himself shaking. His excitement mixed with his fear based on how crowded the mall was. It was the sick feeling in his stomach, not his conscious that almost made him turn back.

Still, he pressed on and entered the first store that had both a changeroom and a men's section. He pretended to look at jeans while scoping out the territory. There appeared to be three employees working. All female, and one of whom Will found to be particularly attractive. She appeared to be about a decade older than him, with wavy brown hair and a confident stride. Will admired her tight curves accentuated by her black dress pants, striped dress shirt and slick blazer. Will got hard just picturing this sexy, older woman on her knees in front of him.

He tried to find a good moment to send a thought to her. The store seemed to be too busy, however. All three employees were constantly running around helping out customers, ringing in transactions, and grabbing stock from the backroom. Will was not nearly confident enough in his new powers to try and send commands to the entire store to bend the situation to his liking, so he moved on to another location.

He ran into similar situations, however. Stores were either under-staffed, far too busy, or even far too slow. The most painful example was a practically empty shoe store. Will thought he hit the jackpot when he saw no customers and a girl with jet black hair and a voluptuous figure behind the counter. She was heavy-set, but had a beautiful face and incredibly full lips. He even got as far as commanding her to honestly answer his perverted questions.




Interns Ch. 03



She told him how much she loved sucking cock and how it was the biggest compliment she got in the sack. Will was just about to take the busty beauty to the changeroom when it dawned on him that he couldn't take away the store's only employee. If a customer did end up coming in, they would likely end up making a fuss looking for the employee. Or worse, they would steal something, and Will had no way to prevent that. He wanted to empty his balls into this girl's mouth, but he didn't want her fired. The twisted logic seemed sound to Will, and he regretfully commanded the girl to forget the conversation they had and exited the store with a raging hard-on.

He was almost ready to give up when he finally came upon the right combination. In an unpopular corner of the mall, he found an equally unpopular clothing store. Still, there were two girls working and only one or two customers browsing at any given time. The store didn't have a men's section, but Will had stopped caring about that. The employees were certainly apathetic enough to not even notice his presence. 

Will didn't think either girl was very attractive, but the girl at the shoe store with the jet black hair had got him far too riled up to go home without a blowjob.

The first girl was frumpy looking with a baggy sweater and frizzy brown hair and pretty bad acne. The second girl had pointed, unattractive features and blond hair done up in a tight ponytail. She was better dressed however, and her simple but stylish jeans and tank top revealed a tight and firm teen body. Both girls looked pretty young, actually, so Will sharpened his talents by silently commanding the girls to work their ages into the gossip-filled conversation they were having.

"Ugh, and it sucks because she always asks me to go to The Attic, but I don't have a fake ID. I just wish I was 21 already," said Frumpy.

"At least you will be in a few months," replied Ponytail, "I just turned 19 last week, I have two more years!"

Will breathed an internal sigh of relief and got right to work.

'You will not be concerned when your coworker follows me to the changeroom,' he thought into Frumpy's mind, 'nor will you mind if she takes a while. When she comes back, you will not speak of her absence.'

Will commanded all this while stupidly looking at handbags a few feet away. Frumpy had continued her conversation without a hiccough and Will grew panicked that his command didn't land. He continued,

'If you received my order, say "frog" at the end of your next sentence.'

"Oh well, Cynthia is such a total bitch anyway. Frog." Frumpy seemed utterly confused, but Will smiled with satisfaction. As Frumpy tried to awkwardly explain the reason she spoke the seemingly random word - although she didn't consciously know - Will wasted no time shooting his next orders to Ponytail.

'After I go to the changeroom, excuse yourself from your conversation and follow me. After you excuse yourself, you will stay silent unless I ask you a question or tell you otherwise. You must honestly answer any question I ask.'

Now confident in the strength of his commands, Will immediately walked toward the sign indicating where the changerooms were. Unsurprisingly, Ponytail appeared soon after. Her face read confusion and fear. A pang of guilt hit Will and he instinctively spoke.

"Don't be scared."

Ponytail's face immediately calmed. This made Will hesitate. Did he have full control over people's emotions, then? He had only had the powers for a day and so wasn't yet able to evaluate the test commands he gave to Lauren T about gaining lust for him. The only other information he had to go off of was how in control he felt of his emotions during the times that Liz had controlled him. But how was he ever supposed to know which of his emotions were genuine or forced? Maybe his command made Ponytail calm, or maybe it was the basic reassurance that caused it. Maybe he only had control over immediate reactionary feelings, and not deep-rooted emotions. That would line up with how he was able to make Lauren T forget short term events, but not the existence of her family.

Will returned to the present and told Ponytail to follow him into one of the two changerooms.

"I am going to call you Ponytail," he said to her, "Do not tell me your real name, I don't want to know it. You will address me as 'Sir', okay?"

"Yes, sir," she replied.

Nah, it wasn't doing it for him this time. It had been so hot when Lauren T said it, but Will craved something more now.

"Scratch that," he said, "address me as 'Master', okay?"

"Yes, Master," she replied.

Yes, that was it. He felt his cock twitch at the words alone. 

"Do you have a boyfriend, Ponytail?"

"No, Master."

"Have you given blowjobs before?"

"Yes, Master."

"Do you enjoy doing it?"

"Kinda," she said.

"What do you mean?"

"I like the idea of it, but it always tastes gross."

"The penis or the come?"

"Both."

"So you've swallowed before?"

"Yes, Master."

"Well today you're going to give me the best blowjob you've ever given and you're going to swallow my load. However, I also want you to enjoy it. What's your favourite flavour of popsicle?"

"Pink."

Will grinned. Did anybody know what popsicle flavours were actually supposed to be? He didn't know if this would work, but he figured it was worth the shot.

"Okay, then to you, my dick will taste exactly like a pink popsicle. It will have the same flavour and temperature in your mouth, but feel normal to your hand."

Ponytail nodded.

"And as for my come, do you like creamsicles, Ponytail?"

"Yes, Master."

"Then my come will taste like the filling of a creamsicle to you. Is that okay?"

"Yes, Master. Thank you."

"I want you to keep your clothes on, but feel free to use your free hand to finger yourself or feel yourself up. Also, please pull your tank top a little lower to give me a better view of your young A cup cleavage."

Ponytail followed the order, but looked like she wanted to say something. She nodded instead. Will realized he hadn't formed his orders as a question.

"You may speak or make noise at any time as long as your keep your volume pretty low and speak only to me."

"Okay, Master," she instantly replied. "That's better, thank you."

Will noted that while she sometimes still looked confused, she never once regained a frightened expression. Maybe he really could control some emotions. Ponytail spoke again.

"How are you doing this? Controlling me, I mean. And how did you know my bra size?"

Will paused. Lauren T never asked him that yesterday. Had he commanded her not to? Or was she too dim to really understand what was happening? Will replied without properly formulating his answer.

"Because I am gifted in a way that few others are. I have a trained eye and incredible powers. I am your master and you are excited and grateful for the opportunity to suck me off and swallow my load."

Where did that come from? He didn't have much time to consider his own words, however, as Ponytail spoke again.

"Of course, master. I shouldn't have asked. Thank you for the opportunity to suck on your perfect dick."

Strange, he hadn't told her to call his average dick perfect, and she hadn't even seen it yet. He shrugged it off and decided he was done with the talk.

"Get on your knees, Ponytail."

She giggled and obliged. She certainly seemed way more into everything since he told her to be excited. He felt a dark rush as the definition of his newfound powers expanded in his mind. If it weren't for the teen with the tight body on her knees in front of him, he would want to think about this further. As it stood, he looked down at her. As horrible as it was to think it, she looked much better to Will like this. He couldn't make out her unappealing facial features, but had a good view of her firm ass and perky cleavage. He could see the padding in the bra, and her small tits barely filling it out. 

At that moment, he had the urge to fuck her. He wanted to hear her high-pitched voice moaning in time with his thrusts, he wanted to see her tiny tits shake with the movement; he wanted to slap her little ass over and over again.

But his mind was set. Not only was a blowjob his favourite way to come, he was dead set on this ever since Liz had told him he would be unable to until the weekend. Half to get back at her, half to make sure the restriction truly was up.

At this point, Ponytail had taken the liberty of pulling out Will's semi-erect cock and stroking it lovingly.

"Wow, this is the happiest I've been when I'm about to go down on a guy," Ponytail raved. Will smiled and waited to see how well his popsicle experiment would work. He watched as Ponytail moved her mouth painfully slowly toward his dick. Finally she wrapped her lips around it and Will felt the wonderful familiar feeling of a warm tongue sliding down the length of his cock. But the sensation barely lasted a second before Ponytail made a muted squeal and sprung away from Will's crotch. He barely had time to panic before Ponytail clapped with glee.

"Oh, Master! I didn't believe it would happen, but you did it! Master, it tastes just like a pink popsicle!"

Without leaving room for a reply, she attacked his dick with far more fervor than before. She moaned as loud as she could considering the vague volume restriction of "pretty low" Will had issued earlier. Will was amazed at Ponytail's enthusiasm. She couldn't get enough. Her pace was incredible as it seemed that all she wanted was to forever stuff her face with Will's cock. Will could feel his dick leaking precum and felt Ponytail scoop it up with her busy tongue. She made a more emphatic moan and tried to talk with her mouth still stuffed with cock.

"Mmmph, thastes lie cweamthickle!"

Will felt his dick get even harder at the slut's proclamation. He felt no need to reply and Ponytail certainly didn't appear to need any egging on. He held onto the wall for support of his weakened knees and let the tight slutty teen do all the work.

"So gwood, masther," she praised, still bobbing furiously on his dick.

"That's a good slut," said Will. Ponytail moaned happily at the encouragement as she downed his rock hard cock with incredible hunger. Will could feel a giant orgasm building and grabbed tightly onto what gave Ponytail her nickname. 

'Love this,' he thought into her head with all his might. Then he used his grip on her hair to pull her face almost all the way off his dick before slamming it back down, shoving her face as far down his dick as it would go. She moaned in shock and pleasure and Will's balls convulsed. He held her head against his crotch until the very last moment before he exploded. 

As his seed shot up his shaft, he released Ponytail's hair and let her move her head back to taste his creamsicle come with her tongue. Both of them were in heaven. Will threw his head back as he felt his come drain from his balls into the slutty teen's warm mouth, still wrapped firmly around his dick. Ponytail, so worked up from the blowjob, couldn't believe the sweet taste of her master's seed. She moaned furiously as the creamy stuff filled her mouth. She swirled it across her tongue and happily swallowed it down. She was thankful for the countless streams that splashed inside her young warm mouth. She couldn't get enough. She realized that she hadn't even been fingering herself like she usually did while giving blowjobs. She had been far too fascinated with her master's delicious dick.

Will couldn't believe how firmly Ponytail's mouth remained on his cockhead. Even the most slutty and thorough of the girls that had swallowed his load in the past had not been so committed. Nothing felt better to Will than a willing slut gratefully swallowing his load, and this easily topped the list. He had completely forgotten about her unattractive face, he was just happy to be shooting stream after stream into it.

Will's dick finally stopped and Ponytail eagerly lapped at his exhausted shaft and cockhead to clean it off. Will's head spun with inflated thoughts. He thought about how kind he was to bring such pleasure to this girl. Maybe it didn't matter about choice if she was this happy, he considered with a healthy dose of guilt. He looked down at the slutty teen cleaning off his cock with her tongue. The pleasure started to become overwhelming. Will decided to sit down to enjoy the cleaning, but panicked as his body didn't respond. His vision suddenly blurred and went in and out. Before blacking out, the last thing Will remembered was the ugly teen with the hot body looking up at him, begging her master for more of his tasty come.

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Will opened his eyes. He was on his bed. Did he just wake up? What time was it? He rubbed his eyes before his memories flooded back to him. He shot up in his bed in blind panic. What happened? How was he back at home? What happened with Ponytail? Why didn't he remember leaving? He must not have left any commands for Ponytail to either forget the incident or not speak of it. He had to get back to the mall. He jumped out of bed.

"HOLY FUCK!" Will screamed and fell right back on his bed. Sitting on his computer chair, calmly watching him, was Liz.

"You left no trail, don't worry darling," she said in the most soothing voice Will had ever heard escape her lips.

"Darling?" is all Will could manage. Liz ignored this.

"Didn't wait long to capitalize on the lifted restriction, did you? Was it worth it?"

Will could only stammer. Had Liz watched the whole thing? Did she interrogate him during the - he glanced at a clock - 2 hours that he couldn't account for? Liz seemed satisfied with no response.

"Poor boy only wants want he can't have, it seems. Not very creative, are you?"

Will filled with fury, but as he stood up to talk back to Liz, he instantly fell on his knees. She stuck a barefoot out and Will instantly grabbed it and sucked the big toe into his mouth.

"You're lucky I washed it, scum" she said with incredible malice, "don't you dare fucking forget who is in charge. You're not the only person who can toy with memory."

Will continued to suck furiously on her toe. He felt his insides conflicted. He felt genuine lust and appreciation for the opportunity to suck Liz's toe despite it being far outside his typical range of fantasies, yet he felt equal anger and humiliation at being forced to perform the act. Was this what he put Ponytail through?

"Come," commanded Liz.

Will had never felt such a bizarre sensation. His dick was still flaccid, but her command caused an instantaneous orgasm. Come flew from his cock with the force it normally would, but his dick remained soft. Instead of the usual mix of pleasant pain and pleasure, it felt more like pain and relief combined with the unpleasant feeling of his seed filling his boxers. The extremely strange orgasm combined with his continued attention to Liz's toe made connections in Will's emotional structure that he would have preferred to not make. He felt humiliated and furious, but also turned on because of it. Was that the result of a silent command, or just the extreme circumstances?

"How does that feel, you stupid slut?" Liz barked at Will. Will felt a surge of both pride and shame shoot through him at the name-calling. "You're just my stupid slave. My dog."

Will wasn't sure what he had done to deserve Liz's wrath like this. She herself had specified for his no-come-in-mouth restriction to only last for the duration of the day before; the same day she had gifted him his powers. Despite his hurt, confusion, and shame, he felt his dick grow from the situation. 

"Do you like sucking on my toe?"

Will found himself able to stop sucking just long enough to answer her. "I love it and hate it, mistress." Addressing her that way must have been another silent command. He found it unsettling that she switched from "ma'am" to "mistress" just as he had switched from "sir" to "master" a few hours ago. Will returned to his work on Liz's toe as she responded to his answer.

"Not good enough, you stupid slut! You will love everything I let you do to me. It is a privilege!"

"Yes, mistress. Of course." Will felt his gratitude rising although he tried to force it down. His humiliation didn't go away, but he couldn't help but feel happy for the chance to be following his mistress' orders. He couldn't explain the split it caused it him. The gratitude certainly didn't feel false, but he was still resentful of Liz's decision to make him feel that way. 

The degrading names caused a similar conflict. He didn't think twice about using the same terms when he controlled both Lauren T and Ponytail, but hadn't thought about the way they might have reacted if not under his control. Every time Liz shouted a name at him, Will felt shamed and guilty, yet happy and horny at the same time. A part of him wanted to be those things for Liz, the other part felt awful about it.

"Get off of me, slut, you don't deserve my foot," Liz commanded, kicking Will off of her.

"Noooo," Will found himself whining. He curled up on the floor, desperate for the chance to put Liz's perfect toe back in his pathetic mouth.

"Are you hard?" Liz snapped.

"Yes, mistress," Will said quietly.

"I want it to go away."

Will couldn't believe it as his body responded to Liz's words. He supposed he shouldn't be so surprised on account of always coming on command, but the state of his cock seemed to be a different thing all together. Still, there it was, flaccid as ever, in a matter of seconds.

"Yes, mistress. I'm soft again."

"Good," Liz said. "Come."

Will once again felt the uncomfortable sensation overcome him. His third load that day unloaded into the still fresh remains from a few minutes earlier. Will convulsed pathetically on the ground as Liz pushed his body with her foot.

"Again," she almost whispered.

The feeling was mostly pain this time, and certainly full of discomfort. His boxers were beyond soaked and his soft cock ached. His balls felt like they had just been kicked. His whole body felt drained. He pleaded desperately in his head for that to be the last time, hoping Liz wasn't able to read his mind. Whether or not she could hear him, Liz didn't command another orgasm.

"Climb on your bed, slut."

"Yes, mistress," Will croaked before clawing his way onto his bed. He tried to resist it, but he felt grateful for what he could only feel was Liz's kindness.

Liz said nothing as Will finally made it onto the bed on his back. He looked straight up and had the feeling this position had been a silent command.

"Scoop as much come as you can from your boxers, slave. Then lick it off your hand."

"Thank you, mistress," is all Will could manage, unable to decipher his different emotions any more. He did as he was told and felt immediately glad that he had been able to let Ponytail taste creamsicle because his come was bitter, salty, and extremely unpleasant. Will continued to scoop out his own seed and eat it off his hand. As he got more used to the taste, he noticed Liz moving in his peripheral. He wasn't allowed to fully look, but he could tell that she was removing her trademark tight yoga pants. Either she hadn't been wearing panties or she removed them in one fell swoop because it certainly looked like she was fully naked from the waist down.

His suspicion was confirmed when Liz climbed on the bed and straddled Will, who finally found he was able to stop feeding himself from his crotch.

"If you're going to dump your dirty jizz into girls you control, I only think it's fair to know what you're putting them through, don't you?"

"Yes, mistress," Will answered without hesitation. That was odd. There was no mention of how he had made his sperm taste better for Ponytail. Maybe Liz had only assumed he would shoot a load down an unsuspecting girl today? That didn't make sense, then how did he black out immediately after? Or maybe Liz thought the lesson was deserved either way. Will put the thought out of his mind, however, as he was both scared of the potential for Liz to be inside his head, and because she was advancing her body up his.




Interns Ch. 03



"Poor slave dog. You've been so deprived of my smooth pussy ever since I made you jack off to the thought of it. Do you remember that? Shooting your disgusting cock off in your work bathroom?"

"Yes, mistress, I came so fucking hard."

"I bet you really want to taste it."

"Yes, ohmygod, yes."

Liz was now straddling Will's face, her fully-shaved pussy a few inches from Will's lips. The scent was overwhelming. Will couldn't remember a more intoxicatingly beautiful smell. He became blind with lust. There was nothing he needed more. Yet no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lift his head to bring his lips to hers. He could stretch out his tongue, but only in vain. Will whimpered and moaned thinking of nothing but being able to lick and suck his mistress' perfect pussy. He could see how soaked it was, the perfect scent was everywhere. He was vaguely aware of his mistress calling him more names he knew he deserved. He knew his tongue didn't deserve to massage that clit, he knew his lips weren't worthy to wrap around her pussy. But he knew nothing else, so he still tried.

Finally, Liz became so soaked that a single drop of her pussy juice fell and landed on Will's tongue. He couldn't be happier with the gift. He came again - very painfully - from the incredible taste and passed out; soaked in his own jizz.

********

Will shot up from his sleep in a panic. He whipped his head around, scanning his room in fear. When he saw that Liz wasn't there, he relaxed a little. He leaned against the wall and groaned. He almost felt hungover. He remembered everything from his shaming from Liz perfectly. Every detail, and the way that she had made him feel. He was furious, embarrassed, but also a little in awe. How could he not be? She was in charge for a reason; she knew how to maintain the position.

He groaned again as he instinctively reached down to his crotch. It was completely crusted over. Will considered lying back down. He felt utterly defeated and disgusting. His mouth tasted of his own stale come and his groin ached. But he had to at least make sure Liz wasn't still hiding out somewhere in his apartment, waiting to ambush him again. How did she know where he lived, anyway? Much less gain the ability to enter.

The whole situation made him extremely paranoid, which he was sure was Liz's intention. He was aware he had lost two hours. Liz was proving a point. Who knows how many other times she had covered her own tracks with him. 

She wasn't in the TV room. 

But then on that note, what was significant about the events she did let him remember? She had teased him twice in his control room office at work, and that is also where she had gifted him the lesser version of her powers. Yet she had also shown some mild vulnerability in those moments. It wasn't like Liz didn't have the ability to make Will forget about that if she wanted. Was it more manipulative strategy?

She wasn't in the kitchen.

But what would she be manipulating? His theory about power over emotions being short term appeared to be holding up, even with Liz's commands. But everything had to be a theory. How much was crafted by Liz to give Will the wrong impression? Was he over-thinking? No, he couldn't under-estimate Liz. She obviously wanted to stay in control, but she also gifted him with the powers for a reason. Maybe she was bored of all the power and wanted a challenge?

She wasn't in the bathroom.

Yes, that must be it. Liz wanted to truly fear being bested. She must want the thrill of feeling like she could be defeated. How would he be able to do that, though? He had a lesser version of her powers. Was there some way to improve them? Or would he have to somehow outsmart her? That seemed even less likely.

Wait, were the shower curtains always closed?

Will's heart pounded through his chest as he approached his shower and finally had the guts to rip open the curtains.

Empty.

She was gone, then. He went to go lock the door, assuming she would have left it open whenever she left, but he found it already locked. This caused the already paranoid Will to scour his apartment again. Liz was definitely gone, so either she flew out the window, or she acquired a key somehow. Will shook his head when he realized he had considered the two equally plausible.

What had happened to the Will who was grounded in logic? These past few days had turned everything on its head.

Finally satisfied with the apartment being empty, Will stripped down naked, threw his clothes in the garbage and jumped in the shower.

After a very long shower, a far more calm Will got dressed and sat at his computer. It was then when he noticed it was no longer Saturday. The tone of the light through the windows should have set him off, but he had been too preoccupied. How was it 2pm on Sunday already?

Whether or not it was her intention, Liz's re-assertion of her power over Will made him only think of retaliation and the growth of his own power. At once, Will had a theory about what made him pass out after Ponytail's blowjob, while simultaneously appearing to leave Liz unaware of the details. He immediately had a plan. First things first, he didn't trust Liz's reassurance. He threw on his jacket and headed directly to the mall. 

He marched right to the unpopular section of the mall and right into the equally unpopular clothing store. He was not surprised to see both Frumpy and Ponytail behind the counter again. From his experience, most shift workers also worked Sundays when they were in on Saturday. Especially at places with fewer employees. He walked straight up to the counter.

'Answer my question honestly,' he thought at them.

"Do either of you recognize me?" He said out loud.

The girls exchanged a confused look and shook their heads with a general chorus of "nuh-uh". They looked at him like he was an alien. Will thanked the girls and left as swiftly as he entered.

The conflict had left him. He was now a man on a mission. He had been left so humiliated by Liz; he felt nothing but the drive to return him to the top. To let him be in charge again.

He strode into The Lazy Bean and ordered his usual from Sophie while other weekend regular staffer, Brian made the drink. Will maintained his typical banter with the pair, patiently waiting for the right moment. After the usual conversation routes had been exhausted - school, work, Brian's spaghetti art - Will politely bowed out of the chat to sit down inside the cafe. He waited until Sophie was distracted by busywork; grinding beans, wiping counters, serving customers. Then he focused on her and calmly thought his commands into her brain.

'After your shift is over, you will act as though you are leaving like you normally would. Even you will think so. However, when you leave the cafe, you will come to my apartment. This will not be strange to you. You will not question it. If anybody tries to walk you home, you will decline. If you had plans after work, you will cancel them with an excuse you would normally use. After you visit me, you will return home when I tell you to. The time between leaving work and returning to your house will be lost to you. You will not answer calls or texts or e-mails during this time. You will remember going for a long walk by yourself and nothing else. During this lost time, you will belong to me. You will be eager to satisfy my will. My wishes will be your command that you will be honoured to fill.'

Will then thought the details of his apartment into Sophie's brain. The entire time, Sophie did not flinch. She did not appear confused, and she did not look at Will. He finally dropped his gaze and went over the command in his head, making sure he hit every point. He was extra thorough for the sake of it being his first time performing the experiment, and also for flavour.

He still wasn't entirely sure about how thought commands operated. He wasn't surprised to see no reaction from Sophie, because the same thing happened on Saturday with Frumpy. Yet, the first ever command he had issued was a question to Lauren T through a thought, and she had answered out loud. Was it because he asked her a direct question?

Whether or not this technique he was testing on Sophie today was the same one Liz used on him yesterday, Will felt confident in the success of his plan. Instead of his mind being filled with moral questions, he focused on the functionality of his powers and ways to test them or make them grow. Instead of considering Sophie's own life, he felt himself consumed with desire and anticipation for the upcoming evening.

Will slowly finished his drink and returned to his apartment. He didn't know when Sophie finished work, but he wasn't going anywhere. He turned on the TV and turned off his mind while he waited for his date to arrive.

Nearly four hours later, Will's cell lit up indicating somebody dialing his buzzer number. This was the first test. Will picked up, but pictured Sophie in the lobby before saying anything.

'Say "frog",' he thought.

Silence.

"Say 'frog'," he said out loud.

"Frog," came the voice on the other end.

'Say "frog",' he thought again.

"Frog," came the voice on the other end.

Will grinned.

"Come on up," he said, and let her in.

The control seemed to work like establishing a wireless connection. As if his voice was the password that connected their minds. But after the connection was made, did distance still make a difference? And was it a matter of Will's control over his powers, or a matter of the receptiveness of the controlled person?

Will mulled this over in the remaining minutes before Sophie's polite knock came at the door. This is where he was really unsure of what would happen next. Would Sophie be confused like the last two girls he controlled, or would she be in some sort of trance? It was his first time setting an allotted time for his target to be specifically under his control, not just being stringed from command to command.

"Come in," Will projected. Sophie opened the door Will had left unlocked. She strode toward the still-seated Will. Without flinching, Sophie straddled Will. She had the pleasant scent of coffee mixed with complimentary perfume. Will already felt his crotch tighten with this long-legged beauty sitting on his lap, facing him; her knees fully bent on either side of his legs on the couch.

Sophie smiled and nuzzled against his cheek.

"I can't wait to satisfy you, Will," she whispered in his ear.

This girl had taken him from 0 to 60 in less than 10 seconds. He didn't remember his string of commands specifying anything sexual, so maybe intention was equally as important in thought commands, because it was absolutely on his mind when he formed the plan.

Still, Will was shocked at just how little he had to coach Sophie. The latent commands were working even better than he could have imagined. He decided to not use his abilities unless absolutely necessary during her visit. It would be easier to break it down later. So without speaking or thinking a command, Will pointedly looked at Sophie's black button-up work shirt.

Sophie followed his stare and put on a mischievous smile. Her long graceful arms slowly turned into her body and toyed with the first button. She playfully mocked an orgasmic moan as she finally undid it. Sophie continued the show that Will was more than pleased to watch. She threw her head back as she undid the second button, as if the plastic circle was her clit.

Now Will could see Sophie's elegant black bra start to show. He resisted the urge to rip off the rest of her shirt and put his hands all over her smooth, slender figure. She had the sort of body that was perfect for magazines. The sort of body that Will wasn't typically attracted to, but was making extraordinary exception for in this case.

By now, Sophie had finished undoing the last button and let her shirt hang open without taking it off. Will was a sucker for that look. The casual implications contrasted against her fit, intimidating, sexy figure. It shouted the message of "I have the dream body that's out of your league, but I'm still comfortable around you and want you to fuck me."

Sophie started to gyrate slowly on Will. She was a fucking pro. Not that Will had ever been to a high-end strip joint, but Sophie's movements were way better than his most expensive lap dance. It certainly did appear that she was performing for him. Letting him stupidly leer at her sleek figure and flat stomach while she giggled coyly and ran her hands over his chest and back of his head.

She began to push her crotch harder into Will's. She had noticed that he had grown to full-length and her calculated performance appeared to be giving way to genuine lust. Her grinding became less rhythmic and more animalistic. Her mock cooing transformed into involuntary moans.

"Unh, unh, you wanna fuck me, Will?" Sophie's velvet voice teased Will's ear.

Will grabbed her head and pulled her into a kiss. Sophie instantly responded, eagerly mashing her lips against his. They played perfectly off each other, both directing and responding to the other, Sophie making the first move with her tongue to quickly dart it across Will's upper lip. Will's hands finally went wild. He slipped one arm around the thin Japanese girl's waist and his other hand under her tiny ass, using both to pull her harder against him. Sophie responded by moaning into his mouth and clutching at his hair and back; her tongue more aggressive now.

They passionately made out in what seemed like a timeless void. Will rarely had kissing chemistry like this. He was unable to break the kiss, but he eventually used his hands to start undoing his jeans. Sophie nodded desperately and moaned her agreement while leaving her lips locked against Will's.

He finally managed to pull off all his clothing on his bottom half while maintaining the furious makeout session. He moved his hands to Sophie's work pants, but they both whimpered when they realized she'd have to stand up to take them off. 

Pouting the entire time, Sophie leapt up and pulled off her pants and thong as fast as she could. She gratefully jumped back on Will's lap and relaxed her beautiful lips back onto Will's. Will briefly felt sad for no longer being able to admire Sophie's face, but her kiss relieved some of that sadness.

More effectively, her now naked pussy was pressed against Will's raging dick. She was soaked enough that Will could feel the wetness through her full bush. The fact made his cock strain even harder, and it pushed him over the edge of restraint.

He moved one hand down to his crotch and directed his shaft to be aimed at Sophie's opening. Sophie closed her eyes and moaned in agreement; breaking from the kiss to concentrate on the incoming sensation.

Will let the head of his cock enter Sophie and moved his hands to her ass, slowly lowering her onto him. Sophie's vocal chords mimicked the pleasure Will felt. Her vice of a pussy clung onto Will's shaft with strength that he had never experienced before. Just from the first slow plunge, Sophie was panting from the feeling of Will filling her; going deeper and deeper.

It had been a few months for Will, and he had been so obsessed with getting pleasure from tits and blowjobs that he had forgotten the irreplaceable feeling of a tight pussy around his dick. It was incredible.

Will finally felt Sophie's pubic hair against his crotch, signaling that he was almost as deep as he could go. She noticed too, and took it as a cue to sink herself down as far as possible. Squeezing her knees tight and pulling Will up by slipping her hands under his ass.

They both gasped, sharing the same moment and equal pleasure. The pace and sensation at a perfect level for both of them. Was the perfection a result of the commands, or would they have had natural chemistry anyway? Will could really care less; his powers the last thing on his mind with the gorgeous woman moaning on his lap.

They held the position for as long as they could before they both instinctively started to gyrate. Soon the subtle motions grew into full-on humping, with Sophie bouncing forcefully on Will's cock.

Their lips found each other's again, breaking only to remove Will's shirt. Sophie eventually wrestled her own shirt off, but neither of them made any attempt to remove her sexy black bra.

Sophie's pace grew frantic, and her moans lost the already minimal restraint they held. Neither felt the need to talk yet. Their passionate humping already intense with wild hands, wild lips, and lustful looks. 

Will placed his hands on Sophie's hips and got a feel for her rhythm before starting to push her down harder with every bounce. Sophie's voice responded and she involuntarily shouted.

"FUCK! Will! Fuck! Fuck me!! Fuck!"

Will grunted and slapped her ass, triggering Sophie to stop her bouncing and sit up slightly on her knees until only Will's cockhead was still inside her. She supported herself with one hand on the back of the sofa and moved the other between her legs until she found her clit under her dark pubic hair. She didn't move her fingers once she found it, however, and Will suddenly got the point. He went to work, finally taking his turn to hump her. Sophie's finger responded the moment Will started pumping his hips from his sitting position.

Will couldn't take much more of her incredible pussy. It felt just as tight as when he first entered and he was amazed at how he was able to last so long without shooting off prematurely. Maybe it was all the extra work his dick had done on Liz's command last night.

Sophie started moaning with wild abandon. Sharp breaths punctuating every word she attempted to say.

"Oh! Fuck! Will! Fuck! Me!"

"Are you going to come all over my hard dick, Sophie?" Will growled.

Sophie let a pleasure-filled groan, "Yeeesssssss! Oh fuck, Will! Just one... Just one more second. Oh! FUUUuuuck!"

Will used every ounce of concentration he had in his body to maintain his pace and hold back his pulsing orgasm until he knew Sophie had found release.

"So! Close! Will! Fuck! So! Fucking! Big!"

The talk wasn't helping; Will was almost at the point of no return.

"Keeeeeep fucking me! Fuck, you fuck me so goooood! Will! FUCK!"

Will couldn't do it; he was going to explode inside the stunning Japanese babe being stuffed with his dick. Desperately, he shot a thought into Sophie's mind.

'Come," he thought.

"AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhh! FUCK! Fuckfuckfuckfuck!" Sophie screamed at the top of her lungs and Will felt the pleasant warmth of her girl come on his dick just before he unleashed his own load inside the sexy barista.

The two clutched at each other as they shook with pleasure, Will still firmly inside Sophie's incredible pussy. She collapsed her body on to his, and they sat there shaking and caressing each other until the moment very slowly calmed.

Will began to feel his legs fall asleep and Sophie needed to stretch her legs out as well. She slowly lifted herself off Will's softening dick and some of the product of their lust spilled out. Sophie knew to let it spill on Will's stomach, and not his couch, without Will having to command her or even ask.

The tall and graceful beauty stretched her incredible and nearly naked body until she was satisfied.

"Bathroom?" She asked. Will smiled and pointed in the direction. He bent and unbent his knees to stretch, but couldn't bring himself to stand up yet.

Sophie started to walk to the bathroom, but stopped after a few feet. Will looked up at her.

"Will?" She started. "Thanks. I really needed that."

"Oh. Sure," was all Will could manage.

There was that beautiful easy smile again, and Sophie glided her way to Will's bathroom.

For once, very little crossed Will's mind as he sat on his sweat-soaked couch, pleasantly exhausted. After a few minutes, Sophie emerged and silently started to dress. She smiled sweetly down at the boy she had just shared an orgasm with.




Interns Ch. 03



"It is time for me to go home now?" She asked.

Will was dumbfounded. He had included the fact that he would be ordering her home as part of her command, but he didn't expect this. Also, Sophie appeared to be asking with genuine curiosity. There was not a hint of sadness, resentment, or anger.

"Y-yeah," Will stammered. Then without thinking, he stood up and kissed Sophie half on the lips and half on her cheek. 

"Thank you," he said. She smiled in response and held a hand to his cheek. Then she left. 

Will was left standing naked in his apartment, staring at the door.