0 comments/ 54868 views/ 1 favorites The Mentalist By: crimson_skye Alandra hung up the telephone with a frown. The conversation with her friend Jade had been strange, to say the least. On the face of it, Jade had called with a simple invitation to go out Saturday night to see the new magic act that had received such rave reviews. But she had sounded very odd, as though there were some great mystery about a simple invitation for the show. What had she said just before hanging up? "Don't be afraid; he won't hurt you." That was odd, very odd. What on earth was she talking about? The Mentalist whose show they were to see was supposedly a real phenomenon; no one had figured out how he did his magic tricks. Even the Amazing Magellan, who specialized in debunking magic acts, admitted that he was stumped. Alandra recalled a news story she had read about him a few months ago. He performed astounding acts of mind reading and hypnotism that defied any rational explanation. He emerged from obscurity a year ago and had rapidly invaded the high-priced nightclub scene, climbing to the major performer circuit in Vegas all within less than a year. No one knew much of anything about him (a situation that he did nothing to correct since it only added to his mystique). He was of indeterminate age, seeming to be somewhere between thirty and fifty. He was tall and muscular with piercing blue eyes and a handsome visage with a slightly cruel bend to it. Women seemed to have a special affinity for his act-Alandra recalled reading that it was not uncommon for them to faint during his show. Maybe that was what Jade was referring to. It was of no consequence though, she was quite certain that he would have no such effect on her, no matter how charismatic he was. Alandra chalked up her friend's odd comment to another one of Jade's well-known flights of fantasy, shrugged and went back to reading the legal brief that she had to digest before tomorrow's court appearance. On Saturday, Jade showed-up at her door a full 30 minutes earlier than was required to make it to the theater in good time. Alandra saw Jade standing on her stoop as she peered through the peephole in her door. Alandra had not yet finished dressing when the bell rang, so she had simply thrown-on a robe before going to the door. She stared at Jade through the peephole for a few more seconds, as though to reassure herself that she wasn't a ghost, and then opened the door. "Jade, you have never been early in your life! What is going on?" Alandra questioned suspiciously. Jade gave her a peck on the cheek by way of greeting and smiled a big sunny smile. "Nothing. I was just ready early. I am psyched to see The Mentalist. Come on, girl, you need to get dressed. Let's see what you are going to wear?" Jade breezed past Alandra and headed for her bedroom. Alandra had no choice but to follow in her wake like a small boat under tow by a powerful ship. Jade plopped down comfortably onto Alandra's bed and said, "Why don't you wear your burgundy sweater; it highlights your hair so well." Alandra shrugged and replied. "I was going to wear my blue silk blouse, but I couldn't decide what slacks to wear with it. Maybe your right… the sweater would look good with the tan slacks." She had just finished drying her hair and applying her make-up when Jade arrived, so Alandra was wearing only her panties under the robe. She dropped the robe unconcernedly and reached for the under wire bra lying ready on the bed. Jade grabbed it before she could pick it up and said, "Don't wear a bra. I'm not wearing one and I don't want everyone to stare just at me." Alandra stopped and stared at her friend in bemusement. "Jade, what's going on here? If I go bra-less my breasts are going to bounce all over. You know that." Jade laughed and looked at Alandra 's large breasts in frank appraisal. "Goodness, I envy you. Those suckers are incredible!" Alandra laughed at her friend's appraisal and looked down at her bosom with a wry smile. Her DD cup breasts hung lush and full from her chest, each complimenting its twin with classically beautiful curves. Her aureole formed large light-brown crowns to the perfect spheres of her breasts, encircling well-defined nipples that seemed to accentuate the essential femaleness of her bosom. Alandra shimmied slightly, making the soft flesh shake and wobble; she knew from experience that such a display would have reduced a male observer to drooling. "Yeah, I guess they are pretty cool," Alandra replied. "But sometimes it is a real pain to have them. They attract a lot of attention in court, which I don't need when I am trying to be professional." Jade examined the thin, nearly transparent nylon cups of the bra that she had absconded. "Why not wear a Minimizer when you work? This thing isn't much better than going bra-less." Alandra sighed with vexation. "I've tried Minimizers, and they are uncomfortable-they mash my boobs back into my armpits. Besides, I should be able to be female and still be treated professionally at work. It shouldn't have to be one or the other." Jade rolled her eyes in exasperation at her friend's naive view of life. "Yeah, yeah, sure. By that argument men ought to be able to walk around wearing codpieces and have no one notice. Come on Alandra, be reasonable. You have unusually large and beautiful breasts and they are going to attract attention, so just learn to deal with it." Jade threw Alandra's bra into the corner behind a chair and said, "Live dangerously tonight! Let them hang out for one evening. It will make you feel sexy. Who cares if the guys stare at you?" Alandra frowned at her friend and shook her head slowly at her uncharacteristic behavior. She looked down at her breasts again and then shrugged. "Okay, why not?"Alandra removed the suggested garment from her sweater drawer, and pulled the tight-fitting sweater over her head, enjoying the feel of the soft cashmere on her exposed nipples. "Hmmmm… that is nice," she thought. She pulled her slacks over her muscular legs and then dashed into the bathroom for a quick hair brushing and a splash of perfume. She posed for Jade with her hands on her hips in her "model" pose. Jade ran her eye over her beautiful friend and whistled in appreciation: "Ummm, ummm! You look delicious. If I went both ways, I'd undress you right on the spot." Alandra's jaw dropped in disbelief at Jade's outrageous statement. Jade blushed, and then covered her mouth, giggling at Alandra's expression. "Jade! What has gotten into you? Are you on drugs or something?" Alandra asked in disbelief. "You are really over the top tonight." Jade just laughed again and replied, "Let's go. I don't want to be late." The two lovely young women had attracted a lot of attention in the theater lobby, as Alandra had predicted. Her pronouncement had been quite correct; her breasts bounced suggestively with each step and had attracted nearly every man's gaze within eyeshot. At first she had been embarrassed, but after downing a glass of wine she had relaxed and enjoyed the attention. It did feel good to break out from under her usual professional restraint once in awhile. By the time they had taken their seats in the fourth row, center, both women were feeling quite animated. They chatted excitedly for several minutes, until just before curtain time. Then Jade looked Alandra in the eye and became very serious. Her eyes glowed with excitement and she said, "Let's make a promise to each other. We agree to tell each other all about it afterwards; no holding back. Agreed?" Alandra stared at her friend with a puzzled expression and replied slowly, "What do you mean? Tell each other what? We're going to see the same show." Jade smiled quietly and said, "Yes, that's right. Just humor me. Promise?" Alandra shook her head for the hundredth time that night, seriously beginning to wonder whether her friend was really on drugs. She answered after a few seconds of consideration, "Sure. Okay. I promise." Jade squeezed her hand and spoke softly but firmly. "I mean it. Promise for real." Alandra nodded and replied, "Okay, I promise for real." With that Jade sat back with a satisfied smile and stared at the still dark stage. Alandra glanced at her furtively several times as she replayed the odd conversation in her mind, but then the lights went down and the curtain opened. A single spotlight illuminated a darkly handsome, bearded man sitting on a stool. He wore all black. His hair was black with silver highlights, and his carefully trimmed beard was jet black. Magellan sat, leaning slightly forward, immobile in the light-- a dark, brooding presence. Alandra felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise as she observed this dark presence in the dead silence that had fallen. The seconds stretched by with no indication of life from the man, but no one in the theater moved or spoke. Not even a cough broke the silence. Alandra shivered slightly in her seat and wondered how long he could make this tension last. At last he raised his eyes to meet the light, and Alandra inhaled sharply as she saw his face. Magellan seemed to mirror the tension in the room; his face was strong, dark and held repressed energy in check as though it seethed under the surface. And his eyes.... they seemed to blaze with a cold blue light that penetrated her as though her innermost secrets were revealed for him to read as easily as she might read a children's book. There was great beauty there too; she could sense it. She stared into his eyes, mesmerized by the power and intensity of this dark man. Magellan's voice was deep and powerful with just a hint of an Eastern European accent. Or was it Russian? Alandra couldn't tell, but she knew she could listen to him for a long time. His voice rolled over her like the first wave of wind preceding a big storm; it was warm, very sensual, and hinted darkly at the power following behind it. She realized that she wasn't really hearing his words at all; just the ebb and flow of his voice held her enthralled. She felt no desire to try to listen-- she sat and listened but did not hear, with goose bumps on her arms and neck. Alandra watched as he performed some tricks of mind reading for various audience members, neither hearing nor caring what he said to them. She felt withdrawn from the currency of the performance, almost as though she were removed from this scene and was observing a soundless picture. Her mind drifted, wandering through images of her life, of odd encounters she remembered, of embarrassments and pleasures, of loves and lusts. She felt his voice wash over her and invade her until it filled her mind. "Tell me what you want." Magellan's voice rang in her mind with the powerful clarity of a tolling bell. She gasped and glanced around, certain that he had left the stage and was standing next to her. But he still sat upon the stage, speaking to the audience, oblivious to her presence. "Yes." The deep, resonant voice came again within her head. "I speak to you, fair lady-- you with the flaming hair and the feminine, curvy body. Tell me what you seek. Show me." Alandra shivered with excitement as she realized that he was speaking directly to her mind. "What does he want me to tell him?" she thought. "I don't want anything…." She stopped in mid-thought. That was untrue…. She did want…what? What did she want??? She was happy, wasn't she? She was a successful lawyer, and a beautiful woman with friends and family. She had money, clothes, she traveled, and she enjoyed life. But… she had a need. She knew it when she really stopped long enough to think. She knew it sometimes late at night when she lay half-asleep. She knew it when she awoke at night from the strange dreams, sweating and wet between her legs. Above all she knew it when she disappointedly said goodnight to another less than inspiring date. An image began to form in her mind. It was an image she had seen on an adult site on the Internet. Jade had shown it to her, she realized with a start! At the time she had made a disapproving comment, and they had moved on. But the image stayed with her and she dreamed of it occasionally. No, she dreamed of it frequently, she admitted guiltily to herself. It was the image of a bound young woman: her hands were tied behind her back and she had a gag in her mouth. Ropes encircled each of her breasts at their bases, tightly binding them, making them bulge out obscenely, her nipples taut and distended. Another set of ropes ran around her waist and between her legs, spreading and squeezing her labia. The woman stared at the camera with a look of both pain and desire so intense that Alandra had been transfixed when she first had seen it. "Ah." The voice filled her again. It came as a satisfied pronouncement, final and all encompassing. "No! That isn't it!" she retorted angrily in her mind. "I can't want that…" "But you do," came the reply. "Let me demonstrate." Magellan stood across from her wearing only black leather pants. His bare chest glowed warmly in the torchlight. Muscles rippled from his arms and chest as he moved. That handsomely cruel face stared evenly at her, absorbing the beauty of his rope creation. "And now the cunt," he said softly. "Oh my stars!" she thought, "he's going to tie up my cunt just like that poor woman in the picture." "No!" she gasped at him. "Please…don't!" Magellan raised an eyebrow in surprise at her disobedience. "I see that you need a lesson, my lovely slave. I did not ask your permission, nor did I ask you to speak. You will learn, in time." He turned to the table and picked up a coil wire that terminated into a pair of clips. Alandra watched him with apprehension. Magellan carefully spooled out the wire as he walked over to her. When he stood directly in front of her she could smell his body odor. It was pleasantly musky, betraying his sexual excitement. The crotch of his leather pants bulged as the supple leather restrained his cock. Alandra felt the wetness in her cunt grow and her clit tingled, aching for stimulation. Magellan slowly reached up to her right nipple and applied one of the clips to its taut point. She grimaced as the clip bit into her tender nipple. Alandra squirmed and groaned, but then grew calm again as the pain subsided into a dull throb. He clipped her left nipple and allowed the extra wire to drop to the floor. She could only watch helplessly as he returned to the table and flipped a switch on a small electrical device. Alandra shivered and moaned quietly as she felt a slight tingling begin in her nipples. Magellan turned a knob on the device and the tingling became hot needles of pain in her sensitive nipples. It was as though someone were sticking needles into those succulent buds, over and over again. The pain swelled and ebbed as he rotated the knob. "Unnngh! No!!! Please!!!!" she moaned and quivered and shook under the electric shock. Her breasts swayed and bobbed as she shook her body back and forth trying to relieve the pain. His cock throbbed against his pants as he watched her beautiful body writhe and her sensual, swollen; taut breasts flop back and forth. Eventually Magellan turned the knob back to zero and waited as Alandra recovered. "Now do you understand?" His voice was soft, but menacing. "Yes, …yes!" she stuttered. "Next time it will be your clit as well." "No! Please…not… my.. Clit. Please!! I understand. I understand. Please, go on." He brought the ropes back to her and removed the nipple clips. A single tear leaked from her left eye and ran down her cheek. Magellan wiped it away and gently kissed her lips. Just a brush of his lips, but the heat lingered on her lips deliciously and Alandra felt her excitement growing again. He wrapped the rope around Alandra's waist several times, creating a sort of rope belt around her slender waist. Then he looped a turn of rope under the belt that he had created and slowly slid it down from her navel towards the plump bulge of her womanhood nestled between her satin thighs. She closed her eyes and luxuriated in the slick sensual feel of the rope as it slid slowly over her belly and down towards her vulva. The rope spread-open her outer labia and pinned her clit tightly against her pubic bone. "Ohhhh…" Alandra moaned. A shudder passed swiftly through her and then she was still again. The rope spread her inner labia, opening her cunt with its penetration. Her sweet folds slipped past the rope and absorbed it inside their wet, velvet embrace. The rope slid further back between her legs, and then up, behind her, slipping easily between her buttocks, making her squirm as it slid up past her tender anus. Magellan wrapped the rope between her legs twice more, each time tighter than the last, until her cunt was squeezed and compressed by it, her labia pinned between the rope wrappings, bulging out even more obscenely than her nipples. Alandra squirmed against the rope, moaning quietly as she felt her womanhood simultaneously protest and revel in this treatment. Her clit was on fire now and her juices drooled around the rope and ran down her legs. Her breasts were turning purple from the constriction of the ropes that bound them, but they felt so taut and sensitive that she ached to have him touch them or suck them. He stepped back from her then, gazed at her, soaking in her beauty, desire and pain. "Now, do you understand?" Magellan asked. "Yes!" Alandra mouthed hoarsely to him. "Oh, yes!" She saw herself suddenly through his eyes-saw her bulging breasts, distended nipples and the tender folds of her cunt lips trapped between the ropes. She gasped and nearly came as she saw what an incredibly erotic image she formed. The essence of her femininity was enclosed within the harsh confines of the cords, thrusting out from its constriction, whipping at her senses. She moaned and writhed, feeling the ropes bite into her cunt lips and softly scour her clit with their firm embrace. Magellan nodded once and smiled at her knowingly. He removed the leather pants as she watched him, almost panting with desire. His cock was large and very well formed. It sprang tautly erect when it was freed of the leather embrace. A small drop of fluid glistened on its tip, advertising his excitement. "Please!" Alandra begged. "Please, fuck me!" She thrust her bound cunt out towards him, legs spread wide, aching to feel him penetrate her. Magellan moved slowly towards her, staring at her glistening body and enormously swollen breasts. Alandra could both see and feel the lust held deep within Magellan's dark blue eyes. His lips and tongue caressed each nipple in turn, sending waves of electric tension sweeping throughout her body to focus in her cunt. She writhed under him, moaning and incoherent. He reached behind her and released her hands from the chains that secured her to the post. Gently but firmly he forced her to her knees. "Suck my balls, slave!" came the stern command. Magellan held his cock between his palms as he rubbed the tip over Alandra's face, forcing her luscious lips to part. Alandra whimpered as the sexual tension inside her made her wild with desire. She leaned forward, eyes devouring the sight of his enormous cock pulsing gently just in front of her face. She ached to feel its hard length spearing into her cunt, fucking her like the sex toy that she truly was. The ropes around her cunt tightened as she leaned forward. Alandra shivered with excitement and opened her mouth to engulf his testicles. They were tight against his body, swollen with cum and nearly ready to explode. She sucked them into her mouth, pulling them free of his body and down into his sack with gentle suction. Magellan gasped and quivered above her as she sucked them into her mouth. His musky scent filled her nostrils and added to her excitement. She felt his balls fight against her suction, trying to pull back against his body. They were desperate to spurt cum into his swollen cock so that he could fill her cunt with his seed. Alandra had never held a man's testicles in her mouth before-the feel of his swollen globes in her mouth and the sight of his cock drooling freely now just above her face was unbelievable. The Mentalist What is a Mentalist? According to Wikipedia, Mentalism is a performing art in which its practitioners, known as mentalists, appear to demonstrate highly developed mental or intuitive abilities. Performances may appear to include telepathy, clairvoyance, divination, precognition, psychokinesis, mediumship, mind control, memory feats and rapid mathematics. Hypnosis may also be used as a stage tool. Mentalists are sometimes referred to as psychic entertainers. Many believe in some of these things while other consider them nothing but a performing art of magicians. There is even a TV series that's called the Mentalist. He admits that there is no such thing. He said he is just good at judging people and situations. Then there is the series, 'True Blood' which deals with vampires, shape-shifters, witches and even people that turn into dogs at will. My favorite is the Fairies. Many of them can read minds and do other extraordinary acts like flying and such. I don't know about the other creatures on the show but I know fairies exist. You see, I am one. Back when I was just a kid I told my parents that I seemed different from other kids. It was like I knew what they were thinking even before they said it. I was call weird and freak by some of the other kids. My parents sat me down and explained to me that our whole family was considered different. We were called Faes which some people considered fairies and have been around for thousands of years. My parents went deep into our history telling me about our background and many of the things Faes can do. Not all Faes' talents are the same. They told me as I got older I would notice what my talents were. To be more efficient in using my talents I would have to practice using them and at the same time not let anyone suspect that I was different and never tell them I was a Fae. I found out that it wasn't the easiest thing to do. I found my specialty was reading minds. I could read people's thoughts of what they were thinking at the time. This helped me a lot in school as well as let me know who my true friends where and who were just plain jealous of me or didn't like me. Not only was I a Fae, but I was a black Fae. I was a light colored black guy but you could tell by my features that I was black. I have found that throughout the years that there are a lot of racist people out there and they're not all white. There are as many black racists as there are white. I was surprised to find all races have racists among them. My Asian friends as well as my Puerto Rican friends were just as racist as the white people I knew. It was something to be able to know what people were thinking. It was hard not to react every time I read a mind. I began going to the gym at a young age and took classes in the arts of self-protection. I was tired of getting beat up and losing fights. By the time I was in high school I was a black belt in karate and studied other forms of self protection. I really did have a chiseled body with the six pack abs and all. I was really proud of myself and knew even my friends were jealous when reading their thoughts. In school I found I didn't have to study as much as the other kids. I wasn't all that smart but when the teacher asked a question he would be thinking of the answer he wanted and I always got it right. During tests I would read the thoughts of the really smart kids and duplicate their answers. On the football field I played defense. When the other team was in a huddle I would know what number they go on and passed it on to our lineman. After awhile they asked me how I knew and I told them I was psychic, they just laughed. If the opposing team was passing I would let my buddies in the backfield know so they could prepared themselves accordingly. After the first few times, no one questioned me. I was put on the varsity team my freshman year and made a lot of tackles in the four years I played football. I was offered scholarships from a number of colleges but I wasn't interested in playing football in college. I had my mind set on the performing arts. I started out in junior high and then high school doing shows for the kids. They asked me if I was a magician and I told them, "Sort of." I would tell them I had the ability to read their minds. They would think of things such as numbers, stories or things that have happened to them and I would repeat it back to them. In high school a lot of jealous students tried to discredit me and would say that what I repeated was not what they were thinking. I knew they were trying to make me look bad. I came up with an solution and picked an assistant from the audience and they would walk over with a tablet and pen and have the people write down their thoughts. On paper they would write something down. While they thought on what to write down I would repeat what they wrote. There wasn't much they could say after that. The looks I got were like daggers to kill. Some of their thoughts were pretty bad. I would sometimes say, "I know of your other thought as well but I don't think you want it repeated. They would freeze in their seats. I became real popular with the female population. Many were with their boyfriends and I would ask if they wanted their mind read. Many would say, "Oh God no!" I knew why because they were thinking, 'Are the stories about blacks being well hung true.' Also, some wondered what I looked like without my shirt and a few were thinking they would like to fuck me. Most of them got their chance. I did do some bachelorette parties. I have to admit that most of the minds and questions asked at these parties were sexual. This is where I got my real start on being a pervert. There wasn't a party where I didn't get laid. Sometimes more than once in the same night. A thing I was able to do as a Fae was have multiple orgasms in a very short period of time. Something I might interject here is that a Fae could only impregnate another Fae. I could have multiple orgasms and shoot a lot of loads with no pregnancies. A number of women would give me their phone numbers and others asked if I did one on one readings. I did contact the women whose numbers I received and most wanted to have sex with a up and coming celebrity while others with a black guy. I was nineteen when I began fucking all these women. I didn't care about looks or age. If a woman wanted to fuck, I was there for her. Single, married, or divorced, it didn't make any difference to me. It was all good. I remember one party where over a week period I fucked all the bridesmaids, the mother of the bride, two sisters and an aunt of the bride. The day before the wedding I received a call from the bride and fucked her twice. It was just reading their thoughts and telling them what they were thinking. A couple of women called me crazy when I went to their house and told them their sexual thoughts and I told them that I was sorry about the mistake and got up to leave, even knowing I was right. They usually stopped me in my tracks and I ended up having sex with them. I did go to college for six months but found out I couldn't cheat and had to do a lot of writing. There were very few tests but a lot of writing. That wasn't for me so I left college after the first semester. An entertainment agent called me and said he could get me a lot of work. He had been to a couple of amateur night shows I did at the local bars. I could read his mind and he was thinking of asking for thirty percent of what I grossed. I had checked into getting an agent previously and found that twenty percent was the going rate for new acts. I knew he would drop it to twenty-five percent, but I was going to hold out for twenty. After he got down to twenty-five percent I looked him in the eye and told him I could read his mind. He had recently lost two big customers and needed to find some new talent. I told him twenty percent or just leave me alone. "Ok, I don't know how you do it but I'll find you work at a fee of twenty percent." He had the papers drawn up and I now had an agent. We started at small places like bars and then he hooked me up to do the opening act for a famous singer. After two shows the singer asked me if I would mind traveling with his entourage and be his opening act for the remainder of the year. This is where my life really took off. I was opening for him four nights a week including Saturdays. The other days we traveled or rested. I was becoming popular and needed a bodyguard, someone to help keep some of the toadies at arms length. I asked an old friend from high school what he was up to. Matt was an offensive lineman in high school. I don't want to say this wrong because he wasn't retarded but he was slow. Some people made fun of him and teased him. I stuck up for him and he often thanked me for it. He actually went to college and took nothing but physical education classes. He was on a football scholarship and during the first season he broke his leg. It ended his scholarship as well as any future in football. I asked him if he wanted to be my bodyguard. He laughed and told me I could be his. We wrestled a number of times in high school and I usually won, knowing what his next move was. I explained to him that he just had to watch my back and keep people away from me that I didn't want there. I let him know that we would be traveling at least fifty weeks a year and I had a travel bus that we would live in when not in a hotel. He would be my driver and have his own room on the bus. He jumped at the idea saying he had no idea what he was going to do with his life. I started out paying him fifty dollars a show but increased it to a hundred dollars a day. He was happy with the money along with free room and board. He really didn't have many expenses. After our tour opening for the singer ended my agent set us up with a few cruises. Matt thought these were great. Free rooms and all the food he could eat. I thought it was pretty good too. I did two shows a night. The last show each night was an adult only show. A lot of questions involving sex were asked. I just repeated what the customers said. Guys would think about boobs and pussy and women about getting laid. A highlight of the show was when I would describe the panties of the women present. I knew the minute I said it the women would think of what they were wearing. I would look at a table and say things like blue with lace or a pink T-strap. I would repeat it the way the women were thinking it. At one table I looked and said white silk and white silk with frills. A woman at the table said out loud, "You got mine wrong." She did have a big smile on her face. I smiled back and told her that I didn't. "Your husband is wearing the frilly white ones." He looked embarrassed and she looked mad. "I told you to stop wearing my panties. You keep stretching them out." She looked back at me and I continued, "You aren't wearing any panties but you did wear a pair here tonight. They are a thong with a patch of blue in the front. They are in the pocket of the man on your left. Maybe he will be kind enough to show us." It really got people to start laughing. An argument started with the two women going at it first. "Did you fuck my husband already? I thought we were going to talk about this." They went on for a few minutes when the husband who wore his wife's panties told his friend to empty his pockets. Sure enough he pulled out the blue string thong. The husband wearing his wife's panties got up and walked out. A few minutes later the other man's wife left also. I guess the conversation got their swapping started early. There are so many stories I could tell you. After I became famous I cut my agent's percentage to fifteen percent and gave the other five percent to Matt. He was a loyal bodyguard and friend. **** I want to tell you about a couple of my experiences with the police department. After one of my shows a man came up to me and asked me if I was for real. I love dealing with the non-believers. I asked him why and he said that he had a murder suspect and asked if I would be able to read his mind. I was reading the detective's mind and knew he was wondering if he made a mistake in asking me. He was afraid he would be laughed out of the department when he told his fellow workers who or what I was. "If you can get him to think about the murder I can tell you if he did it." It made the detective feel a little better. The next day Matt and I went to the precinct and asked for the detective. Some of the people there recognized me and I heard what they were thinking. "You got to be kidding me." "What a fucking joke, now we're depending on psychics," and many other such statements. Detective Barnes put Matt and I in a room with a two way mirror. He went and brought the suspect in and sat him down. We could hear them talking. A female agent from the office sat with Matt and I. She was a looker but didn't believe we were for real. I looked at her an said, "I am for real." It startled her and she was trying to clear her head. While we were listening to the questioning of the suspect. Silvia, the agent was thinking other things. Mainly if I could really read her mind. The suspect kept repeating that he told them everything he knew. I told the detective to ask definite questions. "Did you know the victim?" "Did you kill the victim?" and "Where is the gun you used?" I let the detective know that I wasn't interested in his answers but what the suspect was thinking. When he asked the first question the suspect said, "No," but his thoughts showed them in a dive drinking together. He asked the second question and he answered, "No," again but his thought showed him shooting the victim in the back room of the dive. When he was asked where the gun was he said he didn't own any gun but his thoughts were at a woman's house and in her closet. The detective came to our room and said, "I guess that was a waste of time." He was surprised when I told him that the suspect did kill the victim in the backroom of a dive. The gun was at some woman's house in the closet. I told the detective to ask him the name of the bar he shot the suspect in and the name of the woman whose house he stashed the gun in, along with a few more questions. He asked those question and was told he didn't know shit and had nothing to do with this guy's death. His mind said Joe's Bar and Lucile. The agent in the room with us was totally surprised. I heard her wondering if I was as good in bed as I was reading minds. I looked at her and told her I was. Her jaw flew open and she blushed and turned away. Detective Barnes came back in our room and I gave him the thoughts of the suspect. He thanked me and said he would check out all the information he received from us and let us know the results. A few hours later Silvia was at my hotel room door. I invited her in and she said that everything we found out was true. I told her she could have phoned us that information. "Then I wouldn't be able to find out if the other question was true." She removed her jacket and kissed me. First her mind said, 'fuck me,' then she said it with her mouth. We went into the bedroom and I ate that pussy and fucked her till she came twice. After she left I got a call from the Detective Barnes thanking me for my help and that all the information was right. The woman was the suspect's ex-girlfriend. She didn't know about the gun being hid in the closet. I thanked him for calling and let him know if he ever needed my assistance to call me. I didn't mention Silvia to him. She showed up on her own and I gave her what she wanted. She's a believer now. **** We, Matt and I had quite a few women coming to our travel bus when we were parked on a lot. Most of them were by invitation. Matt told me he had never had so much sex in his life. I don't think I mentioned that Matt was a white guy and was pretty well hung. I told him to never force a woman to have sex with him no matter what she says. Some women, especially married ones have last moment thoughts and back out. As I told Matt, there are a lot more fish in the sea. We were traveling all over the states and doing shows. The money was great and our sex lives were even better. Matt once told me he really did believe I could read minds. I knew he meant it because I was reading his. He was a true friend. We did get in a few scuffles but nothing we couldn't handle. It usually was some married guy whose ego was a big as his stomach. They wanted their minds read and they didn't like it when I repeated it. They got embarrassed or were drunk and it changed their disposition. While on the road we would get calls from a number of police departments. They would always start out saying the same thing. "We don't believe in psychics but we are at a standstill and were told to call you." I always smiled and said, "It will be ok." We almost always got laughed at when we first entered a precinct. Sometimes I would repeat what the individual cops were thinking. It usually stopped the laughing. We have helped with dozens of cases. We never go to court and the suspects usually never know we were involved. A few times the prosecutors asked for us and were willing to pay our air fare to the precinct and back to our hotel. They do get pissed when they are told that their suspect didn't do it. I apologize to them but at least they aren't sending an innocent person to jail. There have been times when a defendant's lawyer has called us. They believed their client was innocent and asked us to sit in. Most of the time they are guilty and the lawyer requests us not to say anything. We have found a few cases where the defendant was innocent. We have started charging for our services seeing we do it so often. Three hundred dollars to listen for the police or prosecutor and three hundred for a defendant. We never go to court since psychics aren't always considered credible. It's because most are not real; I am. I would like to tell you about one special case. It all happened at a Halloween party that took place in a hotel in Las Vegas. It was a big party that included a stage show as well as food and drinks. I was asked to take part in it and we would have free rooms and would be paid six thousand dollars for the night. We could also join the party after doing our show. Our rooms were on the fourth floor. It was a two bedroom suite with all the amenities paid for. Matt dressed like the Hulk in a tight green outfit. He wore an over the head mask. I have to say he looked pretty cool. I dressed like a magician with a top hat and tails. Some thought I showed up as Houdini. Usually I wore a tight polo type shirt and jeans when doing my show. I never wanted to stand out but to be more like the guy next door. When doing shows I would pick an assistant out of the audience. I wanted people to know that I had no connection to the assistant. It was a different person for every show. We would ask for volunteers and Matt would have them pick a number out of a big hat. They would reach in and pull out a number. I would then ask someone who didn't pick a number to say a number between one and fifty. That person holding that number would be my assistant for the show. There was always someone in the crowd who still said it was fixed. If they spoke out loud and I could see who it was, I would make them my first exhibit. We did the mind reading and the written reading. I even had some patrons hand a credit card or driver's license to my assistant who I would ask to read something on the card or license, but not out loud. I would then repeat it back to the audience. I never read all the number because we didn't want to give out too much personal information. After the first show two women came up to us dressed as prostitutes. Their partners stayed back by their seats. I read one of the men's minds. "The girls are going to fuck those two guys." The other guy was picturing his wife being fucked by the Hulk. The Mentalist "If you can read our minds then you know what we want," said one of the women. I looked up at their husbands. The woman said, "They don't mind. They'll wait in the casino." I swear they really did look like prostitutes and even acted like it. They assured me that they weren't which I knew by reading their minds. They were somewhat swingers. They were on vacation and convinced their husband that this was a one time thing and would stay in Vegas. "It would be our pleasure to escort you to our suite," I said to the one named Sheila who was doing the talking. Hulk walked the other woman to the elevators; her name was Mary. Once in the room we took the ladies to our separate rooms and had some great sex. Sheila told me I was the only black man she had been with. I remember her saying, "It really is true, black men are bigger." I didn't answer since I wasn't into talking at the time. She lay back on the bed with her feet over the side as I ate her pussy. She was so hot and ready that she came seconds after my tongue entered her pussy. She sat up and took my cock in her hand and started licking the head of it. Before long she had the head of my cock in her mouth. She was smiling at me with her eyes. I knew she wanted to be complemented on the blowjob she was giving. I told her how good she was and how fantastic it felt. We fucked for a good twenty minutes. I didn't have to read her mind because she was saying it all out loud. "Oh, so good. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." "I'm coming again, Oh God, Oh God!" she said as she came hard and so did I. She cleaned up and we all got dressed. Sheila told me it was only the second time her husband said it was alright for her to have sex with another man. She did say that they swapped with Mary and her husband a few times but she wanted someone different and so did Mary. We walked the ladies back down to the casino and they went up to their husbands and were smiling. Matt and I partied awhile and then I had a second show to do. After the last show it was rather late and we decided to go to our rooms alone. Matt said Mary had rode him so hard that she wore him out. We were awaken early the next morning. The hotel security knocked on our door and said the police wanted to speak with us downstairs. We let them know we would be down shortly. After getting dressed Matt and I went to talk with the police. Instead of reading his mind I wanted to hear what he had to say. "Mr. Jones, I'm Detective Adams. Do you know a Sheila Reilly? Her husband said that you were with her last night." "Detective, lets not play games. I can read your mind if I need too. What is this all about? You know I was with her or you wouldn't be here." "Mrs. Reilly was found dead in her apartment early this morning. Her husband was arrested for strangling her and he said he didn't do it. We checked the monitors and saw her entering and leaving your suite along with her friend, Mary. We know you didn't kill her but we need to put the time line together. Her husband was caught over her body by hotel security and then arrested by a police officer." "What do you want from us? If you have the monitor tapes then you know when they came and left. How else can we help?" "Her husband keeps saying he didn't kill her. He said when he went back to his room, he had found her lying there. He was attempting to revive her by giving her CPR. He asked us if we could get you to read his mind to prove that he's innocent. I know this is strange but can you do such a thing?" asked the detective. "Yes, I can tell you if he killed her by you asking the right questions. We'll be at the station in an hour." "Damn," I said to Matt. "She was one nice lady that was just out for a little fun. If he's guilty why would he want me there? Something isn't right here." We headed down to the precinct and received the usual shaking of heads. I heard one guy yell out, "Houdini himself couldn't get this guy off." 'What an idiot,' I thought. 'Houdini was a magician, I read minds.' Matt and I went into the viewing room and sat down with the arresting officer. Detective Adams was doing the interrogation. "I told you everything I know. I didn't kill Sheila, I loved her. She and Mary went with the magic guy and the one dressed like the Hulk. We knew they were going to have sex but she came back to me. We played in the casino for awhile and were drinking a lot. Peter and Mary said that they were heading for bed. They had a room on the second floor. We were lucky enough to get one on the first floor with a sliding glass door to the patio. Someone must have come in and killed her." I asked Detective Adams to ask certain questions which he did. "Mr. Reilly, when did you last see your wife before going to your room and why didn't you go with her." "Sheila smokes and you weren't allowed to smoke in the casino. She said she was going to step out for a smoke and never came back. I drank and played the slots for maybe another hour. When she didn't return I went to our room. "She was lying there on her back. She looked almost blue like she was choking. Her costume was tore up and it looked like she had sex again. I screamed out and gave her mouth to mouth and tried to revive her. I didn't kill her; I tried to save her. It was then that a security man came in and put cuffs on me and called the police. I swear, I didn't do it." "He did it," said the arresting officer. "I talked to Jim, the house detective and he said he heard screams and when he went it, the husband was chocking the victim. I cuffed him and brought him in. He did it alright." Detective Adams came in and asked what we thought so far. I told him there was no emotions from the husband showing that he wasn't telling the truth. I asked him if he talked with the house detective. I was wondering how his story coincided with the suspect's. The detective said the security guard was in the waiting room filling out his statement. He would ask him into the interrogation room. The police officer said it was a complete waste of time. I could read his mind and he was calling me a fraud and a jerk. Jim was his friend. I gave some specific questions I ask Detective Adams to ask, no matter what answer he received he was to ask the next question. "Jim, when did you first spot the victim?" He said when he entered the room and saw her husband's hands around her throat. His mind was saying he went up and talked to her outside when she was smoking a cigarette. "Did you believe she was a prostitute?" He answered saying he had no idea since she was being strangled at the time. His mind was saying he thought she was a prostitute and he followed her to her room. He didn't connect her to the Halloween party going on inside. "Did you molest and kill her?" asked Detective Adams. "This is an outrage! I never touched her. Her fucking wimp of a husband killed her when he found out she had sex with that psychic guy. What are you trying to do, pin her murder on me?" His mind showed him following her to her room, opening her door and trying to have sex with her while choking her. She tried to scream but he put his gloved hands over her throat and choked her while molesting her. "Jim, what did you do after killing her?" "I said I never touched her!" His mind said he left out the patio door. "Check the damn tapes. They'll prove I didn't go to her room till I heard screams." I pictured him going to the monitor and erasing a part of the tape. The officer with us only heard Jim's answers and told us how stupid we were. When Detective Adams came in I handed him everything I wrote down of what Jim was thinking. He couldn't believe the difference in the answers. "Is this for real? Did you really hear him think all this?" "Yes, he did think everything I wrote down." The officer with us didn't believe it till the detective went back in and interrogated the house detective with what I had written down. Jim eventually made mistakes in his statements and said nothing could be proven. He was held while a further investigation was done. When they brought the hall monitor tape in he was shown that it never showed where the wife went into the room. He said, "The tape must have messed up. It does that some times." There was no video of her entering the room, just her husband and then the security guard and later the cop. He was caught on the outside monitor talking with Sheila. He also left a footprint while leaving out the patio door. When it came to the DNA of the sperm it was shown that it was of two men; it was mine and the security guard's. He didn't realize that sperm could be separated and identified. It was a few weeks later that we got a call from Detective Adams. He said they had a solid case against the house detective, Jim. They'd had a rash of killings of prostitutes in the last few months and were able to tie Jim to them. It seems that his wife of twenty years was selling herself at some of the hotels and they divorced. It put Jim over the edge and he took it out on all prostitutes. He actually thought that Sheila was one when she was only taking a smoke break. I guess smoking can really be hazardous to your health. **** Matt and I have been traveling together for years now and I do have to admit while we enjoyed what we're doing that the sex was getting a little old. It's still fun but I don't need it twice a day anymore. I often think about finding the right woman and maybe even settling down and having a family. My problem is, I'm a Fae. Even though I have great orgasms and a lot of sperm I can only reproduce with another Fae. I asked Matt if he would like to travel the world and go to other countries. He told me since we'd been together he has had the best life ever. I contacted my agent who we rarely saw but was very happy with our arrangement, to set us up to visit different countries. We did tell him that wherever we were booked would have to understand English. It was different being overseas but was very enjoyable. I stopped off in Wales since this is where my name originated. We had a few shows set up and one evening I was doing my usual mind reading routine when I looked at a beautiful woman sitting at a table with three other women. I was reading the mind of the three but from the one I got nothing but a beautiful smile. I went on with the show but constantly came back to the one woman. Near the end of my performance I glanced at her one more time and got a message. "I'm a Fae too. Would you like to get together?" I was flabbergasted. I met someone of my own kind that I wasn't related to. It was the start of a another life. I found out that a Fae can read the mind of another Fae but only if they let them. Maria's specialty is reading minds and travel. She makes a ball of light by rubbing her hands together and can move at light speed anywhere she wants to go. If I'm touching her at the time we can go together. I don't think I mentioned that one of my specialties was rapid healing. I found it out in high school. The coach thought I broke my leg but by the time we got in the locker room I was walking on it. I also was shot once in the shoulder. Matt took me to the hospital and once the bullet was removed I began to heal completely. We left the hospital quickly so I wouldn't have to answer any questions about the quick healing. It was only after the shooting that I told Matt I was a Fae and my abilities were for real. He grinned at me and said he knew I was for real, he just didn't know why. He also said my secret was safe with him. When we met Maria I looked over at Matt. "Is she like you?" he asked. I told him she was and we were going to date. He asked me if she had any girlfriends and it made her laugh. She did fix him up with Sophie, a friend of Maria's. Between our abilities we're not sure what we are going to do next. All we know right now is that we want to be together. We're not sure what our future holds but we both would like it to be a family. Time will tell. **** Thank you for reading my story Comments are welcome and appreciated. DG Hear The Mentalist Magellan groaned and pushed her back away from him. He pulled her to her feet and sliced through the ropes binding her cunt. Alandra felt the ropes loosen and then gasped as the blood flowed back into her labia. He reached a hand down to her throbbing cunt and gently massaged her labia until the blood flow returned. She was incredibly hot and wet now; his fingers slid over her labia with almost no friction. The smell of his manhood and her womanhood mingled in the air making her nearly insane with desire. Alandra thrust her cunt out towards him wantonly. He turned her around and bent her over, pushing her hands into position on the post to steady herself. She spread her legs wide leaving her cunt open to his desires. Magellan entered her smoothly in one fluid thrust from behind, spreading her cunt lips wide and filling her with his erect cock. She moaned and quivered as her cunt engulfed his cock. She was truly on fire; every part of her body ached with the need to be fucked. Her entire being focused into her cunt as she quivered and writhed under his cock. Alandra's huge tits pointed straight down at the floor, purple and aching from the ropes. Magellan took one in each hand and used them like a bridle to ride her. He pulled himself into her by her tits, and then squeezed her swollen, tender breasts. She screamed and came, her clit exploding into orgasm after orgasm. Her cunt pulsed around his cock sucking the cum from him inexorably. His own throaty groan mingled with hers as he filled her willing cunt with his hot cum. They rode the waves of orgasm together, slowly fucking in time with her crescendos. When her clit finally subsided and the fire in her belly pulsed only gently, he withdrew from her. Alandra collapsed onto the floor and lay nearly senseless as Magellan released the ropes that bound her breasts and massaged them back to life. "Thank you," she moaned. "Oh my, thank you." He kissed her gently on the lips and spoke to her. "I will come to you when I want you. You will have none other than me now. You are she who I have sought for so long. Sleep now, my beautiful princess." Then Magellan was gone, just like that. Jade slapped Alandra's cheek gently, peering intently into her face. Alandra blinked groggily and tried to clear her head. She lay limply sprawled in her seat at the auditorium, her head resting on the back of the seat and her body slack. She pulled herself together with some effort. "What…. what happened?" she mumbled thickly. The rest of the audience was filing out, glancing at her with concern. Jade helped her to sit up in her seat and gather herself before she answered. "I don't know. That's what you promised you would tell me. Remember?" Alandra gasped and stared wildly at the empty stage. "You knew! You knew what would happen!" Jade shook her head. "No. I didn't know. I just know you, and I suspected." Alandra stared at the stage feeling the faint stirrings of fear within her. Was it all a dream? "No," came the familiar voice within her head. "It was real. There is no greater reality. Be still now and rest. I will return for you soon." Jade watched as her friends face softened into a beatific expression. She seemed to radiate an inner peace that had never been evident before. "Goodness, girl," Jade whispered, "whatever happened to you, I want some of it too."