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Master Telepath: Simon Says

By Victor Ramierez

"Sorry Bob, we're going to have to close the store, you'll have to mail order your comics or something," said Big Frank.

Bobby stood looking at Big Frank in disbelief. Frank Orton was an older guy in his fifties, in a much-loved black Metallica t-shirt and jeans, with a brown-greying goatee beard and long brown hair tied in a ponytail. He had spent a bit too much time drinking soda and reading comic books over recent years, and had put on a little bit of weight around the middle. Frank had been happily living his dream, selling comics and talking with fellow fans, until the economy had taken a downturn and everyone had cut back their comic budgets.

Bobby was enraged, they couldn't close Big Frank's Comic Barn, it was the only sci-fi store left in town.

"Why?" Bobby managed to squeak out in disbelief.

"Tough times Bob, I thought we were going to make it through, but we just couldn't get over the latest hurdle. People just aren't buying as much as they used to," Frank shook his head, and sat back on his stool, staring around the nearly empty store, looking at the shelves full of stock that no one was buying.

"What hurdle?"

"The shopping mall has put our rent up again; I don't think the manager likes us."

"I'll have a word with them, it's not right Frank."

"Good luck kid," Frank grinned at him, he liked these young guys, their hearts were in the right place but he knew there was no way Bobby could influence the mall's profit margin. The guys would just have to find somewhere else to hang out and talk about their favourite comics and TV shows from now on, and Frank would have to go back to work for the man somewhere.

"I'll see about that, where is he?" Bobby was determined.

"Top floor, up near the terrace and glass skylight," Frank pointed out the door towards the glass ceiling.

Bobby turned on his heel and looked up a couple of floors through the central atrium of the building. Above the food court, near the entrance to the outside garden terrace area, he could see a pair of frosted glass doors. He made his way angrily out of the store and proceeded quickly up the escalators to the top floor. He stepped off the moving metal stairs, walking purposefully up to the office. He looked at the door in front of him, and reached inside the room with his mind. He could sense that both the manager and his assistant were in there. He shoved the door open angrily with his open hand and walked in.

Inside the room sat an old couch to one side, with some very dated magazines on a coffee table in front of it. A counter was in front of him, and behind it at the desk he could see the assistant. Stephanie Miles had been processing her in-tray, deep in thought as she planned what she would have for lunch today. She jerked her head up at the sudden noise, and stared at him over her silver, wire-frame glasses. Her black hair was tied back in a tight bun, and the rest of her shiny black hair looked like it was slicked back with oil or that it was still wet. She was a relatively pretty woman in her mid-thirties.

Her lip almost curled up into a snarl when she saw him, but she stopped herself, and managed a half smile.

"How can I help you?" she stared at his Star Wars t-shirt and ripped jeans. "Loser," she thought to herself.

Bobby caught that thought, and smiled to himself.

"I'm here to see the manager."

"Oh, and why is that?" she grinned, knowing there was no way she was going to let that happen.

"I need to speak to the manager about the increase in rent to Big Frank's."

"Oh, you're a comic book reader, how nice." Her words dripped with sarcasm. "Mr Hordern has increased the rent due to business increases, and it's not negotiable. Tell Frank if he wishes to speak to us about his rent, he should come up and do it himself."

Bobby saw the brief flash of contempt play across her face, and felt the full force of her disgust play across her mind. Bobby was curious now and couldn't resist, quickly he dove into her thoughts like a deep, warm lagoon.

She was responsible for Big Frank's increase, not the manager! She disliked the fact that Frank's store was there in 'her' mall. She had a sense of ownership towards the shopping centre, expecting that one day she would be the manager.

She couldn't stand having these losers parading through the mall every day, and worse still, Mr Hordern liked having these kids here so he gave Frank cheap rent to encourage the parents to bring them in to the mall in the hope that they might buy something themselves whilst they were there.

But she knew differently, these university students and the other riff raff would file in here and treat the comic store like a drop in centre, they'd stay for hours visually polluting her mall, buying only diet drinks and cheeseburgers, before going home to read their Superman comics or something like that.

She couldn't stand it any longer so she had changed a few lines on the rental spreadsheet and suddenly Frank's rent had gone up considerably.

She knew it would close the store, or she hoped it would, and then she would be able to negotiate for a nice little boutique or something to rent the space. There could never be too many dress stores.

Bobby shook his head in anger. "Oh no you don't, you incredible bitch!"

Stephanie was taken aback by this sudden outburst.

"What did you say?"

"You can't just put up Frank's rent yourself because you don't like us."

Stephanie's glasses slid slightly down the bridge of her nose as she stared at him in disbelief over the top of them. "How..?"

"How do I know? I can see it written all over your face. The last thing this mall needs, and dare I say any other mall either, is another Women's clothing store! You've got too many already, how about a little diversity?"

"Well that's more than enough from you," Stephanie went to reach for the security buzzer, and suddenly she felt that her hand wouldn't move. She now became scared.

"No, my hand..."

She grabbed her wrist with her other hand and tried to yank it forwards to get it to move, but her arm was stuck in place like it was made of stone.

"Don't bother with that Miss Miles, it's all under control."

She looked up at him in horror. "What are you doing? How are you doing this?"

"Well Steffy darling, it's like this," Bobby causally sauntered around to the other side of the desk and stood alongside her chair.

"I am in control now."

"I don't know how you're doing this you little prick, but I'm calling for help."

"No, you're not," said Bobby casually as she began to try and yell for help. Her mouth opened and her throat and vocal cords moved, but no sounds came out. The look of terror on her face was priceless, as she looked from side to side, totally unable to move anything other than her head now.

"Try speaking in a civilised, respectful fashion, and I think you'll find your voice works."

"What have you done to me?" she hissed in shock.

"I told you, I'm in control now. You're my plaything, a doll for me to do with as I wish. I think you'll really regret not playing fair with Frank."

"Please no, I didn't mean it; I was just playing around a bit..."

"Sounds good, you like to play. What game shall we play then, seeing as you like playing so much?"

Bobby looked over her shoulder, over the black suit jacket and down her neckline to her cream coloured blouse. He could see her medium sized tits heaving quietly as she breathed worriedly and he stared down at her cleavage through the open top of her blouse.

"How about a game of, Simon says?"

"Please, don't."

"Don't beg, it unbecoming to someone who has career aspirations like yourself. In business it's all a gamble, sometimes you win and sometimes you lose. You played your hand and you lost, didn't realise Frank had a whole deck of aces up his sleeve did you," Bobby grinned pointing to himself with a flourish, and then he ran his finger down her pale, quivering neck.

"Now firstly, Simon says, fix up Frank's rent. In fact, Simon says that you want to make a deduction from your salary each month to help Frank pay his rent."

"No, I won't," she said, as she watched her hands begin to move of their own accord and start typing in her spreadsheets, and into the payroll system too. She watched in horror as she erased Frank's back rent, she lowered his monthly cost and she setup a deduction from her own bank account to pay a third of his monthly rent, each month.

Her hands came to rest, and she turned her head to face him. Her eyes were filled with tears of anger and frustration. She had been struggling to regain control, and had not been able to even make one mistake on the keyboard, let alone stop herself.

"Well done, Stef. You'll find that you can't undo that change later either, so don't waste your time trying. Now Simon says open the next three buttons on your blouse."

"Please don't do that," she begged as she watched her hands move towards the buttons on her blouse and begin to open it up. She opened her blouse up down to the waistband of her skirt; Bobby could see her lacy cream coloured bra now too.

"You're sick, you pervert. Hel..." she tried to shout out and suddenly her voice stopped dead in her throat.

"Now I did warn you about keeping things at a civil volume level. After all you wouldn't want Mr Hordern to come out and see you behaving so badly towards a customer, now would you?"

She sat like a statue, her head hanging down staring at her lap.

"Fine, no shouting," she muttered, and glared up at him.

"Let me get a better look at you, you arrogant bitch. Simon says it's time for the catwalk. Stand up and give me a show, over there," he pointed at the area near the old sofa.

Stephanie suddenly found herself standing up; she ran her hands down her hips and thighs to smooth out her black knee-length skirt, straightened her jacket and then walked to the other side of the room.

Bobby watched happily from behind her desk as she strutted back and forwards, pouting and turning her head and body this way and that, just like he'd seen models do on a fashion parade catwalk.

Bobby watched as she marched back and forwards in her black high heels and stockings, her breasts moving up and down inside her open blouse, still contained by her lacy bra.

"Please can I stop?"

Bobby watched her as she did a half turn and looked back at him over her shoulder, pouting.

"Ok, Simon says stop."

Stephanie stopped dead and stood there like a statue.

"Now this one's just for my own amusement. Simon says pull your tits out of your bra cups, and then start doing star jumps.

"No, please!" she moaned as her hands thrust into the lacy bra cups and pulled her warm tit flesh out, exposing her rosy pink nipples to the warm air conditioned office.

Immediately she began to do star jumps, clapping her hands together above her head as she jumped, whilst trying to stay upright on her high heels as her feet moved back and forwards across the carpet.

Bobby watched happily as her d-cup sized tits threatened to slap her on the chin as she jumped.

"Please, let me stop," she puffed as she continued to jump. "It hurts," she whined.

"Ok Simon says stop," Bobby walked over to her and stood in front of her.

"Having fun Steffy?" he asked as he reached out and tweaked her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"Bastard!" she hissed at him.

"I think you really should behave yourself, otherwise it might be time for Simon to say go and give Mr Hordern a big wet blowjob, would you like that?" he said as he ran his thumb around and over her light pink lipstick covered lips.

"No I wouldn't like that, he's married and he's fat."

"So you don't want Simon to say, you should go in and tell him what you've done, pull up your skirt and drop your panties for a bare bottom spanking over his desk?"

"Please, haven't I done enough?"

Bobby ran his hand down over her skirt-covered arse, and then gave her a hard slap across the centre of both cheeks.

"No, not nearly enough yet. In fact, Simon says take off your panties and put them up here on the counter," said Bobby as he ran his hand back and forwards over the shiny white counter top in front of her desk.

"No," she tried to stop herself but could do nothing but watch as her hands quickly slid down and grabbed the hem of her skirt. She hoisted her skirt up revealing her black stocking tops, and then exposing her cream coloured lacy panties. Her fingers and thumbs quickly grabbed hold of the elastic waistband and slid her panties down, over her knees, down to her shoes and then she stepped out of them. She grabbed them from off the grey carpet, and she walked over and dropped them on the counter next to where Bobby was standing.

"Enjoy that?" she hissed at him.

"Oh that's just the start," grinned Bobby evilly as he grabbed hold of her nipple again, and held onto it tightly.

"Simon says follow me," and using her nipple like a dog leash, he led her out of the room.

"I've always wanted to come and see what was up here, it's not really that interesting is it?" Bobby looked around the rooftop garden. There were a few ferns and plants in gardens around the sides of the area, the ground was covered in Astroturf around the large glass skylight in the middle of the area. The idea was to provide light to the food court and floors below. A couple of picnic tables for staff to sit at while they had a break were nearby, and a small gardener's shed for their gardening equipment was in the back corner.

Bobby walked around and stood next to the edge of the skylight. It was like a box made of glass sitting over the hole in the roof. The thick glass sides of it came up to his thighs, and then metal interlacing and bracing crisscrossed through the glass ceiling to form the top. It was a very solid piece of work, and Bobby had even seen the occasional workman walking across it quite safely.

"Simon says come over here and take a seat," said Bobby, slapping his hand on the cool glass surface.

She quickly came over and sat down on the edge of the glass.

"Oh I forgot, Simon says bare arsed on the glass please."

"Oh please," she hung her head in shame as her hands reached beneath her and she lifted her buttocks off the glass, she pulled her skirt out from underneath her arse and bunched it up around her waist. Then she sat her warm flesh back down on the cool glass.

"Please, don't humiliate me any more, I've learnt my lesson."

"No you haven't," Bobby stated simply, enjoying the fear on her face.

"Simon says it's time to finger yourself to orgasm. Give me a full-scale, porno style show.

"Oh God, don't make me do that," she sobbed as her legs spread themselves apart, fully displaying her neatly trimmed, black haired pussy to Bobby. She laid back and spread her pussy lips apart with one hand, and then dipped a finger from her other hand into her mouth, sucking on it to get it nice and wet. She started to sob a little bit as she realised he was not going to stop this, she was going to be performing for him. Her hand quickly went to her pussy and began to stroke back and forwards across her warm pink lips. Her mind raced as she could feel her hands betraying her, knowing exactly where to go and what to do to make herself orgasm. Her fingers softly attended to her clit, pulling her inner folds open to give Bobby a good look at her hidden treasures.

"Nice cunt you've got there, bitch."

"I am sorry, please believe me," she begged as she felt herself racing towards orgasm. Her fingers started working themselves inside her moist cavern and she knew it wouldn't be long before she came.

She massaged her clit with her thumb while she moved her fingers in and out of her dripping snatch, reaching up inside herself for her g-spot.

Her head snapped back against the glass beneath her, and her arse drove down into the hard surface. Bobby had helped her mind along too, tweaking her sensations and directing her towards a major orgasm.

Her legs vibrated like the strings on a harp as her orgasm ran up and down the length of her body. Her pussy squelched as she continued to abuse herself, and she could feel the warm trickle of her juice running out, down her cheeks, dripping onto the glass.

At some point during the performance, Bobby had caused a few of the comic book geeks to look up and notice the ceiling, and now they were glued to the show going on two floors above them.

Anyone else who looked up would find it quite normal that she was sitting on the skylight, and would not be concerned or want to interfere. It was only his friends from Big Frank's who were getting the real benefit from the show.

"Ok, my turn now. Simon says stand up and bend forward over the glass."

Stephanie got off the roof, and stood facing it, and then she leant forwards onto the glass.

"Simon says, get those tits out of your blouse and let the boys below see your nipples, bitch."

"Surely they've all seen enough," she pleaded as her hands pulled her naked breasts out from within her blouse and begin to rub them against the glass, pulling her blouse fully open.

"Simon says pull your arse cheeks apart and show me your arsehole."

"Oh please lord, not that," she was sobbing face down on the glass now. Her hands reached back and as she sobbed and cursed she felt her cheeks being spread to reveal her little puckered arsehole to her tormentor.

"Simon says it's time to take it up the arse," and Bobby chuckled as she subtly moved her hips to present her hole to him on an even better angle. Bobby unzipped his raging erection and lined it up with her defenceless arsehole, pressing the tip lightly against her warm skin.

"Simon says push yourself back onto my cock." Bobby sometimes even amazed himself with his gift, and he watched in awe as she continued to protest and curse, all the while firmly moving herself backwards, sliding his cock into her never before violated arsehole.

"See how much you wanted that? You couldn't get my cock inside your arse fast enough."

"You're a little prick, I hate you," she grunted at him in pain, while still looking straight down through the glass at the guys staring up at her from below. One or two of them made eye contact with her and they grinned openly at her, one of the fat ones was even licking his lips as he shoved a handful of fries into his mouth, watching the show.

"Ok, then. How do you like this, Simon says fuck my cock with your arse, and don't stop until I tell you to."

She wished she hadn't spoken as she was now being forced to ram his cock in and out of her tight arsehole.

"Simon says move those titties back and forth across the glass."

She managed to wriggle her torso from side to side, rubbing her nipples back and forth, as Bobby continued to enjoy himself as she moved her hips back and forth, driving his hard pole in and out of her arse.

"Ok, Simon says it's pussy time, time to stop fucking me with your arse."

With a wet pop, she slid herself off his cock, and then waited for her next instruction.

"Enjoying it?"

"Fuck you, you bastard."

"Exactly right Steffy. It's going in your cunt now, bitch, and you're going to do it yourself aren't you."

"I can't stop you, but please just let me give you a hand job or something."

"Oh it's way past that stage, but I'll make a deal with you."

"Yes?" she asked hopefully.

"I want you to beg me to put it in your cunt, and fuck you hard. Beg me to come in you and fill you up with my hot come. Those exact words and I won't make you go and give blowjobs to all those guys down there, and I won't force you to let Mr Hordern fuck your arsehole too," Bobby pointed at Tommy below them who was smearing ketchup over his fries as he pulled a cheeseburger out of the paper bag, and grinned up at her.

Bobby enjoyed the confusion and the dilemma in her mind. He knew he had broken her at the moment she finally realised she couldn't stop him, so she'd better try and make the most of whatever deal she could get.

"Ok, damn you, ok"

"Well then say it."

"Please..."

"Call me Master, address me properly! Now get on with it."

"Please Master," the word stuck in her throat and Bobby could tell she hated it. "Please Master, put your stiff cock in my cunt and fuck me hard."

She looked up pleadingly.

"And the rest," Bobby pointed at the guys downstairs. "Or it's their turn."

"Please come in me, and fill me up with your hot come."

"Well, as you asked so nicely, I think I just might. Simon says slide yourself onto my cock."

Bobby lined his cock up with her moist lips and with a smooth movement backwards she slid her pussy back and engulfed the length of his hard shaft inside herself.

"Unngh," she moaned.

"Enjoying that, eh?"

"You know I'm not," she grunted through clenched teeth.

"Well that's ok, I'm enjoying it and that's the main thing. Simon says fuck my cock."

Stephanie suddenly began to thrust herself back and forwards on Bobby's shaft. Bobby was playing with Stephanie's mind so her body was responding to this like she was making love to her ultimate fantasy man, her love god.

He could feel her muscles clenching, dancing back and forwards on his cock as she moved her body back and forth over the glass. Impaling herself on his rod before pulling herself back off it again.

The guys below were going out of their minds as they watched the uptight management chick they'd seen running the mall, now squashing her fat tits against the glass as she was being hammered from behind by someone, who for some reason they couldn't see. They could vaguely see him slamming into her, but no other details were registering, but they were just happy to see her nipples mashing back and forwards on the glass and quickly forgot about the guy.

"Ready for it? Ready for some hot sperm?"

"Please don't," she pleaded with him.

"Not gonna happen, here it comes. Simon says all the way in, hard," groaned Bobby as she rammed herself back so that he was balls-deep inside her muff. Her head snapped back and she groaned in frustration, anger, and forced pleasure as she felt his warm juice flooding her insides. Her orgasm hit and she writhed around on his hard shaft embedded inside her. Flat on the glass she could feel both her nipples and her clit pressing into the cold surface beneath her.

Bobby pulled out after a second, and watched as his cum and her juices began to pool around her lips on the glass below.

"Simon says, from now on you'll do anything that Frank asks you, anything at all."

"No!" she sobbed, but she knew she couldn't stop him.

"Simon says you'll also be a bit nicer to all the comic geeks from now on too."

Bobby wiped the juices off his cock on the side of her skirt and then slid it back into his pants. He zipped his jeans up and turned to leave, and then turned back to her after one last thought.

"I'll send the gardener out to clean you up. Simon says you can go back to your office, but only once you've fucked his brains out too."

Bobby grinned and quickly implanted his usual commands so that she would have no ideas about any sort of retribution or recrimination against him, and she would of course obey him always from now on.

Bobby walked back inside to look for the gardener, enjoying the idea of this new version of 'Simon Says', which he had created. He might play it again, soon.

Copyright 2011 Victor Ramierez

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