Storiesonline.net ------- Bring Me to Life by ElSol Copyright© 2012 by ElSol ------- Description: Simon gets sick and wakes up feeling better than ever. No one except him and his 'friends' seem to notice there is something very wrong with the world. No one except Simon thinks of sex! No one except Simon hears the voices. The world ends without a bang! (Day Zero of the Institute Universe.) Codes: MF Mf mc PostApoc ESP oral anal ------- ------- Chapter 1 Long before the mob at the middle of society became aware of it, the high and the low ends knew our world had come to end. Reproductive doctors watched an ova and a sperm cell fail to do what came naturally. Hookers walked empty streets. The Event halted human reproduction, as our species had known it since the first monkey-boy fell on top of a monkey-girl inventing the missionary position. Though it would not be discovered until later, an equally significant event repeated itself around the world--people were getting sick and coming out of it healthier. All post-puberty Positives made/created/changed (choose your word) by the Event became ill to some degree or another, depending on how close to the Positive-ideal they fell. As a pot-bellied and much less than average dicked male, I suffered the seven worst days of my life. ------- I'd already been sick for three days when I went to the clinic. With two busboy jobs and no health insurance, I always waited for confirmation that I might be dying before involving doctors. The doctor wasn't much help. She did not even take my embarrassed explanation about being swollen DOWN THERE seriously. In her defense, I was in the eye of my health storm so I doubt any doctor would have done more than take blood for tests, give me a prescription for some stern pain medication, and a sample pack of anti-inflammatories. I barely made it back to my place (a single-room occupancy) when the other side of the storm hit me. It's unsure if any Positives died from the making process. Comparing notes, I've rarely met anyone that got it as bad as I did--fevers, cold chills, and losing forty pounds in a week. If I hadn't been delirious for the second half of my illness, I would have risked owing money for the rest of my life to visit the emergency room. I didn't live in an area conducive to getting well. I was quite familiar with screaming babies, screaming husbands, screaming wives, screaming fucking everybody, the acoustic difference between a car backfiring and a gun firing, and the other sounds of a street that came alive only with the dark of night. It was fucking ridiculous though! Every motherfucker on the street was yelling his or her mind off. "You fucking cunt!" Some guy yelled. "This isn't enough money. You been out here for five hours and this is the money you got for me! Bullshit, bitch!" "He's going to kill us. Mickens is going to kill us. I should call the cops. Or maybe I should go with Reggie. He'll take the three of us!" I crawled out of my bed and slammed my window opened. Disease gave me the nerve to look around outside angrily. There was a guy, one of the pimps who hid in the shadows, berating three women. I knew one of the hookers commercially. Lisa wasn't the hottest of the streetwalkers, but she was number three behind her two friends, Honey and Adriana. The three women made up the Mickens stable. "What the fuck you looking at?" Mickens yelled up at me. "Get the fuck back in your hole or I'll have you sucking dicks for five bucks a pop!" Honey and Lisa took advantage of Mickens' distraction to pull Adriana behind them. I'd seen a few johns have run-ins with Adriana--they didn't come out on top. Adriana was gorgeous and not just for a hooker! I mean, flat-the-fuck-out one of the finest women I'd seen on paper, porn, or TV. I would have spent good money on getting to know her in a professional capacity if she didn't challenge with every look, step, pose, and word. I heard she made Mickens serious bank as a hooker and stripper at the clubs. My soul lacked the bravery or bravado it would have taken to tell Mickens to shut the hell up, so I closed the window. I passed out on the way to my bed. ------- They never named the disease, which afflicted those of us who changed. Mostly because some didn't know they were sick and the rest of us, no matter how bad our symptoms, went from death's door to thriving between breaths. The phone woke me up. I reached over to grab it. "Hello." "Simon Dice. It's Paul, your boss," the voice said. "Sounds funny, huh? Simon and Paul." My night job boss fancied himself a comedian sometimes. Thankfully, only sometimes! I never got his jokes. "Are you coming to work today?" he asked. "It's Valentine's Day, man. Busy day! You haven't worked all week so I wanted to make sure before I scheduled someone else again. Are you feeling any better?" I remembered calling Paul and Anne (my day job boss) about being sick. "Hold on," I said. Sitting up, I stretched my neck from left to right. "Is it really Friday?" "Yeah, buddy," Paul replied. "So what do you say?" "Hmmm," I looked around the room. A shower would help and maybe cleaning up the room. "Can you put me on as an opener? I feel good now but a little too good to believe. If I get weaker going into the night, you won't lose anything." "No problem," Paul said. "You know what, come in an hour early. There's always extra prep work on holidays and with V-Day being a Friday, we'll get slammed." "Uh-huh," I said but Paul had already hung up. Putting the phone back in the cradle, I leaned back and stared up at the ceiling. Mistake! My bed stank of dried, sick sweat. In fact, my entire room smelled. A glance at the clock made me jump to my feet. "Shit! Asshole!" Paul waited until noon to make the call. With a two-thirty clock-in time, I'd only have time to shower and clean up my room if I took a cab to work. I hated wasting money on cab rides so on most days I bicycled to work at a pace leisurely enough to not produce a lot of sweat. "I could just shower ... Jesus!" I'd left my little refrigerator open at some point. Some milk had spilled and the rotten smell permeated every corner of my room. Room was a misleading description. I had a tiny kitchen area, plus a bathroom with my own toilet and a small shower. Some of the tenants shared a bathroom between two rooms or with the entire floor. I'd have moved to a safer area a long time ago, if it hadn't been nice for an SRO and cheap. With two busboys jobs, it only took one busy day to pay my weekly rent. The neighborhood wasn't safe enough to get too many amenities so I put most of my money away. The economy took a nice shit on me when it tanked! I graduated college to find no one willing to take a chance on a humanities major who was sure he could 'learn' on the job. The student loan folks weren't understanding, so I continued my career in the lower end of the service industry. I'd done enough damage to my loans while building up a nest egg that I was almost ready to find greener and hopefully better paying pastures in another state. Worst-case scenario--I'd be bussing tables in warmer climes! I ignored the wince from the bodega owner when I bought general cleaner and some air freshener. There was no point in showering before I decontaminated my place. Walking back to my building, I stopped in the middle of the street. The buzzing around me got strong enough for me to notice it wasn't a natural sound. I heard it from the moment I woke up without really registering the noise. I looked around the street to see if could pinpoint the source ... maybe a bad electric cable? Honey, Adriana, and Lisa were walking towards me. Daytime isn't usually on the hooker work schedule, at least not the streetwalkers in my neighborhood. The buzzing was getting louder! "Take a shower!" Adriana said, pulling away from me when she walked by. Honey and Lisa smiled, shaking their heads. I turned to look at their asses. As I watched them strut away, the buzzing got quieter. I wished it would come back because other noises got louder! I remembered the night at the window looking down at Mickens--I could hear people screaming again. It's the middle of the day, people! I rushed back to my room to start the cleanup. Focusing on the job helped me keep the noisy street at bay. I didn't have a lot of time so I made due with a quick shower. Very few cabs came by my street, so I had to walk ten blocks to pick up a cab at their home office. It would mean walking home at night, but the denizens recognized their own and left each other alone. Usually! If I picked up a hooker, I'd be another john rushing to take care of business and under the protection of her pimp. Not that a pimp would actually protect a john! He might take bladed offence to someone messing with his girl though, so it would keep all but the most desperate muggers or whatever away from me. I only thought about the hooker because I was horny. Considering a man can convince himself that four inches is six, six is eight, and eight isn't enough, my thought that the swelling DOWN THERE was a second growth spurt isn't THAT stupid. I mean, it looked the same just ... bigger. It was probably a badly timed case of wishful thinking, which kept me from running back to the clinic. It's not like I didn't check myself out thoroughly, going so far as to paint the bathroom wall with cum to make sure everything worked properly. It felt better than before, which didn't help the whole 'I don't need to get this checked out by a medical professional' thing! The massive weight loss was more troubling. I told Paul I was going to work so a clinic visit would have to wait anyway. I didn't remember eating much during my illness so it explained the missing gut. Restaurant food for lunch, dinner, and a doggie-bag snack did not keep me fit. "Better," Adriana said as I walked by the three women on the way to the cab station. I stopped and stared at them. The buzzing was back; I preferred it to the general noise of our neighborhood, especially everyone's newly acquired habit of screaming during conversations. "What? Did you hit the lotto and can now afford me?" Adriana asked with a lot of snarky bitchiness. "Be nice," Lisa told her. "So, Simon? Want some company?" The buzzing got louder! I shook my head and walked away. "You like him," Adriana said from behind me. "He's clean, and he only does it 'cause he's horny," Lisa answered. "If he weren't a weirdo, he'd get a girlfriend," Adriana said. "They're more expensive. He wants to get out of here someday." "Everybody does!" Adriana replied. Something in her voice made me turn around to look at her. For the first time, there wasn't a challenge when she met my eyes. I nodded to her--a kindred soul in a streetwalker. ------- People who work in restaurants don't like holidays. Owners don't count! Holidays suck! They also represent a major moneymaking opportunity, which sucks even more because you have to deal with the bullshit. Not all holidays are the same. Mother's Day truly fucking sucks! There's nothing like a jackass trying to impress mommy when he ignores her the other three hundred sixty four days a year. In the hierarchy of holidays, Valentine's Day isn't bad. Tables of two are easier to bus than larger tables. The owners, host, and waiters only care about turnover, turnover, and turnover. Guys also try to impress their dates by tipping bigger than normal, which keeps the wait staff happy. The good news was that I didn't weaken as the night progressed. If anything, the larger than normal meal the restaurant served the staff made me stronger. I felt better than I had in a long, long time! The bad news was that a singular douchebag thought Valentine's Day had to be celebrated with all his friends. A table of twelve in the middle of my section! The waitress was going out of her mind since it took up three of her tables, and douchebags don't tip well. The table ordered enough food and liquor for the owners not to gently urge them out the door. The worst news was that everyone in the restaurant had their voices dialed up to eight. The douchebag needing to be the center of attention pushed him over the normal digits on the dial and parked it at twelve. His wife didn't do much better, keeping her voice at an eleven. "Any more and I'm going to have a headache," I said, pressing my thumbs against my temples. "At least, you get to leave soon," Mary said. "If these people don't get out soon, my night is ruined." "Maybe you got it wrong," I said. "He could recognize his unnatural assholery and secretly be a great tipper to make up for it." "And someday I'll let you fuck my ass," Mary replied with an impossibly straight face. She pushed me with her hip, "And someday I'll let you buy me drinks next door." I stared at her. "You ... I don't drink." "Exactly!" she replied. "Never going to happen." "Actually, I could buy you a drink and not drink myself," I said slowly. She froze. "Only kidding, Mary," I said. "He's going to screw you on the tip!" She walked away laughing. "If you're done flirting ... with ass you're never going to get," Melanie, the hostess, said from a few feet away. "Can you table six-oh-two? I need it." I stared at her for a second. "Simon!" "Yes," I said, thinking that I needed to get to the clinic the next day because I was hallucinating. All the single guys liked Mary so the fact I thought her ass rocked couldn't be a secret, but nobody ever talked openly about Mary being all that, a bag of chips, and a fantastic ass. The restaurant didn't seem busy enough for people to be losing it either. The douchebag got louder over the next hour! The wait staff and hostesses got ruder with their comments when they asked for help. "Another hour and you can go," Paul told me. I nodded. "Not a great day," Paul continued. "Too many parties." I snorted, knowing he meant one party. It wouldn't have made a difference though; it wasn't actually THAT busy. "He's going to screw Mary," Paul sighed. "I'm going to have to listen to that shit." Paul was trying pretty hard to land Mary. Most of the other staff thought he'd get in there eventually. I knew she had a boyfriend so Paul was shit out of luck. I put a finger in the middle of my forehead when Paul walked away. The douchebag found thirteen on the volume dial. "There aren't a lot of couples today," Mary said, bumping me with her hip again. "That's weird, isn't it?" "He lost weight. Looks much better!" Mary said. "Who?" I asked. "What?" I stared at Mary. "You don't look well, Simon," she said. "I could pull some strings and get you sent home earlier." "I'm okay," I said. "Everyone is being loud, especially your friend." "Really?" She looked around the restaurant. "I didn't notice." "Hey!" the douchebag yelled. "You're not earning a good tip there ... sweet ass." Mary rushed over. Sweet ass! Fucking really, asshole? "Bitch," the douchebag's wife said, clearly enough for the table and me to hear. Mary ignored the woman, continuing to kowtow to the douchebag. "Going to screw you on the tip!" the douchebag said as Mary walked away. "Screw that bitch on the tip, baby!" the wife said, looking at her husband. "Enough!" I thought at them, wishing I had the balls to yell it at the top of my lungs. "Fucking enough! Here's what's going to go down! Douchebag, shut the fuck up! For the rest of the night, listen to your friends, who you obviously dragged here instead of letting them have a night together with their spouses or girlfriends or boyfriends. Pay the goddamn check! Leave Mary a fantastic tip. Thirty-five percent and damn right you're tipping on liquor, you fuckhead! Then park your gas-guzzling SUV at the back door, when I get out tonight, you're going to invite me to your house where you're going to sit in a corner like a good little boy while I fuck your wife. And you, bitch, it'll be the dicking of your life!" I went to the bathroom. Washing my face, I looked at the mirror and laughed. It was only a thought, but it made me feel better. Things were quieter when I went back to the restaurant floor. ------- "I thought you were buying me a drink," Mary said from the sides station. "What?" I asked. Loosening the shirt helped relieve a lot of the tension. The douchebag quieted down finally; the other restaurant patrons filled in the noise space though. "He really is looking a lot better," Mary said. "Almost hot ... I think." "Who?" I asked her. "You and drinks," she said. "You owe me or I guess I owe you." "But you're not fucking me in the ass!" she said before turning back to the sides. "Drinks," I said, ignoring the last part. Someone must have left the door between the kitchen and the dining room open; I could still hear the customers. "It's still busy out there," I said. "Not really," Mary replied. "And yes, drinks. I owe you now!" "Why?" "He tipped me very nicely," she said. "Enough to buy a drink of whatever you want." "Seriously? He tipped!" "A lot," Mary said in a surprised tone of voice. "Probably too much if I weren't so good at my job." "And I didn't slap him for that pat on the ass so the bastard owed me," she said. "He patted your ass?" I asked. "Fucking asshole!" "What?" she asked. "Did I say that out loud?" "Yes," I replied. She put a hand over her mouth, "I'm so sorry! It's okay, Simon. It really wasn't anything, like he wasn't into it or something." We stared at each other. I shook my head, "How about some other time with the drinks? I'm getting a headache. I want to work Saturday brunch at Emilie's tomorrow so if I have to go the clinic, it's going to have to be early." "Oh my God! How bad were you?" she exclaimed. "I see you lost weight, but I thought you never went to the doctor." "Nothing some pain killers that could knock a horse out and anti-inflammatories didn't take care of." I tried not to think of the swelling below that the medication had not reduced, especially because Mary's blue eyes were having a bulging effect on me. "I have to go!" I moved my legs to adjust the pants for my hardening penis. Mary glanced down and her eyes widened. "I never fucking noticed THAT!" she said. "I'll see you tomorrow night?" "Yes," I said, waving at her. "Jesus, he has to be huge," Mary said when my back was turned. "Maybe the belly hid it." I almost broke into a sprint. Mary had a wicked sense of humor when you got to know her--another reason I figured Paul wouldn't be getting any from her since she wasn't as free with her mouth around him. I never seen her that bad before though! Watching the restaurant backdoor close behind me, I thought about going back inside. Mary and drinks... "Hi," someone said from the street. "You work in the steakhouse, right?" "Excuse me," I replied. The douchebag from the party table was standing next to a Lexus SUV. "We saw you inside," he said. "My wife and I did." The wife smiled at me from the open passenger door window. "It's Valentine's Day," the douche said. "I was thinking maybe you could help me make it a special night for my wife. We do it every year!" "Do what?" I asked. "Find a beautiful man and take him home to my bed," the wife replied. "Excuse me?" Definitely had to visit the clinic in the morning! "We do it every year," the douche said. It didn't take a genius to realize he was lying, but the wife made it a moot point! She opened the car door and stepped out. Putting one foot directly in front of the other, she hip-swiveled until she stood in front of me. "Oh, sweetie!" She said, finding my hard dick and following the length to the head. "Wow!" She turned to her husband. Placing both her hands on my dick to show him the size, she said "Honey! He's going to be a wonderful Valentine's Day gift! A big one!" Obviously, I had doubts! In the battle royale of Doubts Vs. Woman Playing With Penis, doubts do not take home the first place trophy often. They talked the entire way to their house. Not to each other or to me, they just spouted about how hot the scene was, she talked about my dick, and he talked about my big dick fucking his wife. Pretty fucking disturbing shit, which added to the doubts! He didn't talk about sucking my dick, fucking me, or having me fuck him so when she reached back for a feel, the Woman Playing With Penis side stayed ahead. I didn't have much time for thought as they only lived twenty minutes away. The house was nice if more show than substance with perfectly manicured lawns and trees. The multi-colored stone driveway did look good! The husband led the way into the house; his wife pushing me along with a hand on my ass. I stopped in the doorway, "Do you have kids?" "Not yet," the wife said, walking around me. Her hands undid my belt. Grabbing each end with a hand, she pulled me to the left. "Bedroom is this way." "I need a chair," the douche said. "I'll be right in." The wife had my attention. While none of the other hookers on my street compared to Fab-Three (Lisa, Adriana, and Honey), it was more about the Fab-Three's looks than the other women being ugly. Skimpily dressed women who were financially invested in looking good, albeit in not great lighting, had surrounded me for a long time. The douchebag's wife wouldn't have needed the tiny dresses or tight shorts to earn her keep: Italian, curly black hair, brown eyes, a sizeable rack, a bit of belly but with great hips and fine ass. She had my attention before her hands reached in to grab my dick. "It's real!" she whispered. "I'm going to be filled and then some." She was staring at my dick. I could hear the husband in a corner of the room behind me. In a return to teenage years, I had spent most of the day on the edge of horny. Mary's ass, an especially nicely dressed woman, and a waitress opening her shirt to fan her cleavage had pushed me into full hardness a few times throughout the night, but for the most part it stayed low-key. The wife's hands stroked me to fully hard. I put my hands on her beltline. "Yes!" she hissed. "Fuck me! Fuck me blind!" I took her hands away from my dick. "NO!" she screamed. Kicking off my shoes, I pushed my pants down and stepped out of them. I threw the woman onto her back on the bed. Her hands and mine fought to be the one to undo her pants. She was wearing blue panties. They were so cute I ... hesitated for a second then came back to the moment. Pushing them to the side, I exposed her pussy to the air. "Fuck me!" she yelled. "Fuck her!" the husband yelled from behind me. "Fuck my wife!" She grabbed her legs from under the knees and pulled herself open. My hand held the panties to the side as my hips brought me in. I had never fucked into a pussy so ready for me! The new size meant it was still a struggle to get more than the head in though. "So big!" she whispered. "He's so big!" Rolling her hips up, she pulled on her legs even harder. My dick didn't need any more encouragement. I forged into her body; she was tight but I refused to let her body's reluctance stop the thrust. Pushing in, I kept at it until our pubic hair tangled. "Fuck!" She screamed. "Baby, he gets bigger!" "Fuck her!" the husband whispered. "He's cumming, baby! He's cumming inside me! This is the best Valentine's Day ... EVER!" ------- Chapter 2 I don't know if the douchebag's wife put me through my paces or I put her through them. We fucked until my semen was, literally, pouring out of her. The entire time, her husband sat in the corner spraying the floor in front of his chair. She fainted just before her husband urged me to fuck her in the ass. He wanted to bring her around for me to continue, but I'd had enough--enough of being in the same room with his freakiness! He offered me a ride home; I let him pay for a cab. I sat in the backseat of the taxi watching the streetlights pass by. Not thinking was a good place to be! Not thinking about what Mary said, or the hostesses for that matter. Not thinking about the douchebag doing exactly what I thought about him doing. Not thinking about playing the lottery, in case it was all luck. Not thinking about visiting the doctor and telling them that while my cock had more than doubled in length and width, I didn't fucking mind! The cab driver wasn't an idiot. He refused to go into the combat zone! I could only talk him into dropping me off five blocks away rather than the twelve he would have preferred. The hookers had never solicited me so often! I wondered if the cops came in force to scare the johns away. The pimps tried their own brand of swag talking to get me to put out some cash on pussy. I let them talk so they'd walk me from block to block, keeping the other predators away. Normally, I'd bike right to my door, not giving anybody a chance to get close. I felt a little bad for the guys and girls trying to ply their trade on me; the wife had not cooked me to well done, but I was far from rare. "What the fuck, cunt!" Mickens yelled from across the street. "You must think I'm stupid, bitch! No fucking way, you made no money. I've had enough of this shit." The buzzing was near again. I'd have to call the electric company if it kept up, not that they'd come out any time in the next month! The crack of the slap and the almost dog-yelp of pain made me turn. I was two steps from my door! Honey knelt at the mouth of the alley across the street. Adriana and Lisa stood by her. "He's going to kill us this time!" Adriana yelled. "He's going to kill us. He's going to kill us. He's going to kill us!" Lisa looked up and down the street. Her life experiences had not beaten away the instinctive search for help that her mind knew wouldn't come. "Help us!" she screamed at me. "Fucking cunt!" Mickens yelled. "Let's see how well this bitch does with a cut face." I crossed the street. A car honked and screeched to a halt. My raised hand stopped the horn. Another raised hand brought the car coming in the opposite direction to a hard brake. "Oh, look at the hero!" Mickens yelled, turning towards me. He flicked his hand and a knife appeared in it. "The Whore Hero! How about I cut you too, bitch? Or have you come to take my offer from the other day? I'm sure I can find you a dick to suck. Mine first, like every other one of my bitches!" There are things a person can know without having to or choosing to think about them. I knew a truth! I did NOT understand this new truth, but... "STOP!" I ordered Mickens, pointing a finger at the middle of his forehead to distract him. He stood perfectly still and watched as I walked up. He watched my leg go back. His eyes closed and all his muscles tightened. I front-kicked the fuck out of his junk! Mickens collapsed, cupping his groin, and squealing piteously. "Shit on me!" I whispered. The buzzing solidified into words. Lots and lots of word from Adriana! I couldn't follow them. The woman was gone in panic, saying twelve different things at the same time. "Please shut up," I told her. "What?" she asked me. Honey and Lisa looked from her to me. "Please stop talking," I said. "It's driving me crazy!" I stared at Mickens. It didn't help; I attacked a street pimp! Mickens was tough enough to hold on to the stable of best-looking girls in a dog-eat-dog world. My eyes snapped to Adriana! She straightened her back and stopped talking again. Looking up and down the street didn't help. Everyone knew when to be scarce! A couple of pimps were watching us from the shadows--watching the girls. Mickens stopped making the hurt-noises. "Shit! What the fuck am I going to do now?" I said. "Not enough time! Jesus, this fuck is going to kill me." Honey tiptoed around me. She picked up a bottle, turned Mickens a little more onto his side, and broke the bottle on the back of his head. Lisa, Adriana, and I held a spontaneous competition for who could open their jaw the widest. "You have more time to think now," Honey said, wiping her hands to make sure she didn't have any broken glass on them. "Thank you," I replied. My mind managed to blank even further. "Whores take care of their pimp." Honey patted me on the chest and walked back to her position between the two other girls. The girls glanced from Honey to me. Lisa nodded suddenly! Adriana did not look pleased, which meant she was recovering her faculties. "He has money," Adriana said. "We can take his money. Run away!" "Do you know where he keeps the money?" I asked her. She took a step back. Her brow furrowed as she stared at me. "What money?" "You said he has money." "No, I didn't," she insisted. "Jesus! A couple of minutes ago, you were yelling that he was going to kill you." I wanted to punch a wall! "Lisa fucking yells for somebody to help you. I fucking help you, and you tell me you didn't just say he had money." "I didn't..." Adriana started only to stop when Lisa grabbed her arm. Taking a deep breath, Adriana collected herself. "It's in his apartment. He has a safe!" "Cash, I'm guessing," I said. Adriana nodded. I reached down to grab Mickens by his coat. His car was parked a few feet away. "Get in the car," I told the girls. "Drive me to this asshole's apartment." I knew a truth--the wife and husband had never taken a man home to fuck her on Valentine's Day, I made them do it! ------- I chose not to ask Lisa where she learned to tie someone up so well. Mickens could barely move. The asshole could barely breath! "Give me the combination to your safe," I told him as soon as his eyes opened. I nodded and walked to the safe. "How..." Adriana said. "He didn't..." "Shhh!" Lisa stood over me at the safe. I turned the rotary dial to the combination the pimp gave me. "Shit!" I said, pulling out the stacks of cash. "One hundred fifty-seven thousand three hundred twenty-four dollars," Adriana said. Mickens struggled against his bonds. He settled down, giving Adriana a look that promised hell to come. "You knew the combination?" I asked Adriana. "You did too!" she replied, quite a bit haughty. She turned her face away from me. This was not going to end well for me, unless what I knew at the edge of my mind happened to be true. It might be impossible, but it was my only hope too! "How much?" I asked the women. "What?" Adriana said. I had her attention now. "How much of this is yours?" I asked. "All of it," she replied immediately. I ran my tongue along my top teeth. Rubbing my upper lip against my two top front teeth, I shook my head at Adriana. Honey and Lisa were doing the tennis spectator thing between Adriana and me. The buzzing was maddening! Every now and then I got words though ... in Adriana's voice. "This is not going to go well, girl," Lisa said. Adriana acted like she hadn't heard. Honey stopped looking back and forth. She sat in a chair, watching me exclusively. "If you get all the money, you get all of him." I pointed my thumb at Mickens. Lisa and Honey did not like it! Adriana did not appreciate it either. "Forty seven thousand three hundred twenty-four," I said. Adriana's eyes flashed. More words than buzzing--Adriana's mouth wasn't moving. Liza and Honey nodded aggressively. Lisa poked Adriana in the back! I smiled and winked at Adriana, "For me." They gasped. Mickens yelled some obscenities. Honey grabbed a rag from the floor and stuffed it in his mouth. "What are you going to do with him?" Adriana asked. "Do we have a deal?" Lisa and Honey nodded multiple times. Adriana's hands closed into fists; she didn't like having to depend on me. "You're going to kill him," she said. "Do ... we ... have ... a ... deal?" Adriana's hand moved over the money. She was done separating our cuts in a less than a minute. "I need ten thousand out of yours," I told her. "What for?" "For him," I nodded towards Mickens. "Why?" "So you don't have to kill him, Adriana." She pressed her lips together until they turned white. It took her a lot longer than a minute to count out the ten thousand and hand it over. She looked at my pile as if she wanted me to put in half. I didn't know what I had done! It wasn't like I had much of a choice though; it was either try or quite likely die. Moving a chair to a spot in front of Mickens, I sat down. He stared bullets at me. I pulled the rag out of his mouth. "I'm going to cut out your liver and feed it to those cunts!" Mickens meant every syllable. "I don't like that word," I told him. "They're hookers. Whores, if you must. Cunts ... that's you and those other pimps. You're all a bunch of blistering, festering, putrid cunts." "Your balls are mine!" he yelled. "Shut your mouth!" I said, staring into his eyes. Mickens' teeth clicked together. Truth! "Stop it," I said, pointing at Adriana. "Stop talking! I need to take care of this and your yapping isn't helping." "She didn't..." Lisa started only to be stopped by Adriana's hand. The girls shared a look. I picked up the ten thousand dollars. Holding them in front of Mickens face, I tried to remember how I felt when I thought at the douchebag and his wife. It couldn't be anger or else I'd need to find a whole lot of shit to be angry at. It was force--my mind forced something into them. Focusing on Mickens completely, I spoke, "You will take this money and get on a bus to California. When you get there, find yourself a charity or a church that will take you in. Work for them for the rest of your life! They will be your life from now on. You will not come back here, Mickens. Ever! You will not give these girls a thought again. You will never think of me again! I am going to untie you and give you the money. You will walk out of the apartment, take the shortest route to the Greyhound station, and take the first bus to California." I felt it, a part of my mind grabbing his and bending it to my words. I went into the kitchen to get a frying pan. Nodding to Honey, I gave her the pan and directed her behind Mickens. "If he does anything other than what I said, clobber him!" Lisa had to help me untie Mickens. I ignored the knife in Adriana's hand. Mickens stood up without making a peep. He did not look at the girls. He did not seem to really see me. I put the money in his hand. He turned without saying a word and walked out the door. "Shit!" I said, rushing to follow him. "Not in your car! Drop your car keys! Not in your car!" I must have managed it because at the front door to the apartment building he turned left. The girls piled into the car behind me. We were facing the wrong way. "Over there!" Lisa said when I got the car turned around. We followed Mickens from a distance. The bus station was farther away than I thought. I would have saved us time if I had instructed him take a cab. "He doesn't see us," Adriana said in the station. We sat a few feet from Mickens. The bus station attendant had been happy to tell me what ticket Mickens bought. Next bus to Los Angeles, California! God being kind to fools and me, the bus terminal served as a stop for cross-country bus lines. Adriana stood up. She walked in front of Mickens a few times. He did not react to her. She sat next to him. He still did not react to her presence, even ignoring her when she asked a question. "We're not going to follow the bus, are we?" Lisa asked when Adriana rejoined us. I think Adriana might have been planning it. Lisa laughed at the look on my face when I shook my head. "Shit!" I said. "You understand that what you did is impossible," Adriana said to me. I'd never heard that tone of voice from her--no street-attitude. "I'm still the smelly guy from this morning," I told her. "You would have charged me double yesterday." "Our pimp fucks us for free," Honey said. "Oh no!" I jumped up from my seat. "No! No! No!" They didn't say anything until Mickens got on the bus. We watched it depart the station. I wanted to follow it! "Honey's right," Adriana said when I turned around. "All the pussy you want for free!" She picked up the satchel with their share of the cash. I watched as she dropped it at my feet. "If you can do that to him, you could take it whenever you want anyway," she told me with a shrug. The buzzing was back, louder than ever and I was nowhere near my building. Adriana's eyes brightened; she knew a truth too. "Shit on me!" ------- Chapter 3 We had waited through the night for Mickens to catch his bus. I would not have made it to my day job if I went back to my room. I gave the girls the car and my spare key. Lisa and Honey wanted to drop me off, but I needed the time away from them. A part of me hoped Adriana regained her sanity and convinced the girls to take the money, car, and anything not nailed down in my room and head for California too. "Did you lose weight?" Amanda asked me. "I heard you were sick but not that badly. If that's the benefit of whatever you had, sign me up!" I worked two jobs--busboy at Emilie's Restaurant for the lunch/brunch shifts Wednesdays through Sundays, and busboy for the dinner shift at Marco's Steakhouse. Emilie's was a French-American restaurant. I heard they did well for dinner, but Marco's had better volume, which meant more money for me. "I'll take the extra forty pounds," I replied. "Seriously, that much?" Amanda looked aghast. "Are you okay?" I decided lying would be a good idea until I figured out what happened to me. "I was trying to lose weight anyway, but I don't know how much I managed to drop before I got sick. It probably wasn't as much as it seems either, mostly from my face and stuff." "Are you sure you're okay?" She put a hand on my arm. "Yeah!" I noticed the extra makeup on her face. Amanda always struck me as someone proud of what nature gave her. As tired as staying up all night made me, my dick pondered the compact packaging Amanda represented. Not much in the breast department, but she filled out the khaki pants in the hips and ass area quite nicely. I discreetly tried to shift so I'd give myself some extra room in the groin. "Are you okay?" I asked her. "You seem..." "Stressed," she added. "School is getting to me. Usually I can handle it, but this week..." We'd never talked about anything personal so I was a little surprised. She must have been feeling it ... maybe whatever I had for the last week made the rounds but milder for other people. I tried to make Amanda's shift easier by paying extra attention to her tables. The dinner shift at Marco's was less busy than normal with the previous day being a holiday. The younger busboys had plans, giving me the opportunity to work from open to close. I let Mary buy the drink she owed me, even if my co-workers joked about it being a cranberry juice. She was the only one I wanted to hang out with so when she left I had no choice except to go home. ------- I didn't know whether to feel lucky or unlucky the women were in my room. My hard-on had no such qualms since they were dressed in bras and panties. "You were hoping we would be gone," Adriana said. I sat down on the bed. The buzzing was back, a little happier than before! "It's a lot of money," I said, looking at the open satchel. Way too much fucking money to keep in my room considering the neighborhood! I tried very hard not to look at them. "Are you sure you don't want to go?" "You're our pimp," Honey said with a shrug. Staring at her didn't help! I could always mind-zap her... "Is your name really Honey?" I asked. "Abby, " she said. "Abigail" I was looking right at her. She purposefully kept her lips tightly together. "Don't do that, Abby," I said. "It's true! It's true!" She actually bounced as she clapped. "You can read my mind." "Oh, shit!" Adriana's voice whispered in my head. "Fuck me!" Lisa thought. She thought it! Not said, but thought it! I could hear it perfectly! "BOO!" Abby screamed in my mind. She laughed and clapped again when I jumped. "You can read minds," Adriana said in wonder. "You can't have always been able to do it or you wouldn't be here!" The buzz was coming from Adriana. It went from a buzz to a flood of words. Goddamn, the girl could think! A different thought stream from her hit me every couple of seconds; sometimes, the streams changed multiple times in the same second. "Please stop!" I said to her. "Your thinking is making me dizzy." She sat on her heels. "Now, your body is making me dizzy," I said. "But that's better!" Abby and Lisa sat on their heels too. "When did it start?" Adriana asked. "You lost a lot of weight; you were pretty fat! Did you take an experimental thin-pill?" Abby and Lisa nodded at the fat comment. I closed my eyes. Looking at them helped to dampen the pressure from Adriana's thinking, but it was a losing proposition since it heightened the horniness I'd been feeling all day. I didn't know how Mickens managed to get this class of female beauty in his hold. Adriana was gorgeous: dark straight hair, dark brown eyes, aquiline features, breasts that would have barely overflowed a wine glass, long shapely legs, and a firm tummy. Abby looked liked a Japanese fourteen-year-old male porn anime fan and a fourteen-year-old American male porn video addict weird-scienced a woman into being: blonde hair, slightly slanted hazel-blue eyes, and a body that I could build a porn empire on. Lisa by comparison was normal, although any man would have been happy to come home to her womanly body. I preferred Lisa's warmer eyes and shade of brown hair. I might have been biased since I'd bought time with her naked body in the past. Lisa didn't stack up greatly against Adriana's perfection or Abby's abundance, but many good looking women would have scratched out Lisa's eyes in a fit of envy if they could. These three hot women were sitting with barely any clothing in a very small room. Real close to me! "You're distracted," Adriana said. "Pussy is free now. Have Honey blow you so we can talk about when you learned to read minds. And take them over, I really want to know how you do that part!" "I didn't learn how to read minds," I said. "He likes me," Lisa said. She crawled close enough to put her hand on my knee. "Stop!" I told them. "No blowjobs. No pussy. No ass. No nothing!" Adriana's eyebrows flew upwards. "You're our pimp," Abby said. "You get all you want whenever you want." "I'm not your pimp!" Lisa and Abby's faces didn't agree with my statement. "Can you teach me?" Adriana asked. She hopped forward until she could touch my other knee. If Abby moved forward and put a hand on me, she'd have to settle for the middle. I looked at her, but she didn't get the message. Saying something would have contradicted the position of not being their pimp. "I was sick," I said. "Badly! Seven days. I lost forty pounds and..." I shifted before looking down at my crotch. "You're bigger." Lisa said shocked. Her hand moved from my knee to outline my dick for the other two girls. "A lot bigger!" "That's..." Adriana bit her lips as she stared at me. "Actually, it's more possible than reading our minds or what you did to Mickens." "I'm horny all the time," I said. Lisa's hand moved down to cup my sack. "Bigger balls, more semen buildup!" "There's no such thing as semen buildup. There is but not that fast, two weeks maybe and he'd blow in his sleep," Adriana said. "He's not only thinner, but he's different! Your shoulders and chest look bigger." I hadn't noticed. "There's something else," Adriana said. She looked at the girls as if she wanted their assurance that she could speak a secret. "What?" My voice was more forceful than I intended. The girls' backs straightened. "That's the first hard dick I've seen in over a week," Adriana said, pointing at my penis. I stared at them; they nodded at me. "I only work guys that I know or someone that a regular referred," Adriana said. "Not a single one has come by in days!" "Some of the men drive by," Abby added, "but they don't stop." "The strip club has been almost empty every night," Adriana said. "The guys who are there only seem to be doing it out of habit. I'm fucking hot, and they're not looking at me. I tried to get a couple of teenagers hard at the bodega. Nothing, Simon!" She knew my name! It made sense though, since Lisa did. They had most of the day to talk about me. "There's something going on." Adriana stared into my eyes. What they had to say toned down my horniness enough for Adriana's mind to swamp me again. "You need a shield," Adriana told me when I winced. "A what?" "A mental shield," she said. "Like in Star Trek! Every book about telepaths talks about shields, which makes absolutely no sense if you think about it. It's like sighted people walking around with blindfolds on all the time. Telepaths couldn't conceive of privacy or not knowing what other people are thinking all the time." "It's not the privacy, it's the noise!" I said. "Where do I get a shield?" Her head went back in surprise. "You make one in your mind. You know about this stuff, don't you?" "Uh, no!" "Don't you read sci-fi books or watch those shows on TV?" she asked. "I think the more amazing thing is that you know about this stuff," I replied. "But you're a geek!" "Says who?" I shook my head. "Don't like computers! They make people sitting right next to each other send electronic traffic when they can turn and have a conversation. Plus according to you three, I'm now a pimp. Imagine that a Geek Pimp! Although that sounds like I whore out technically proficient people, they should have another word that." "Staffing company," Adriana said. "So I guess if I were a Geek, I'd be a Pimp Geek." Her mind was flying from thought to thought. I couldn't follow it! "Adriana, please stop thinking so fast," I said. "Make a shield!" she replied. "You can read minds. You can make people do things. Your entire body changed. And out of every male in the neighborhood, you're the only who gets hard. I have a lot to think about!" I sighed; it would help. Being aware of what I was doing focused my 'power', making the thoughts around me clearer. Work would be a nightmare if people's thoughts kept invading my mind! Adriana had a few suggestions about her so-called shield. Unfortunately for me, her thought streams cut right through my mental curtain, tower shield, barricade, and wall. "Why would you want to block things out?" Abby asked. She was stretched out on a sleeping bag. Part of her right nipple peeked out at me from the top of her bra. Abby's panties were sheer enough for me to see she was shaved bare. "In this place, at night ... I would want to know if someone was thinking about robbing me. You need like a coffee filter to get rid of the crap but that lets you hear when someone is thinking about you." She closed her eyes and immediately fell asleep. Adriana, Lisa, and I stared at her. "She doesn't do a lot of thinking," I said finally. "It's like she's focused completely on what she's doing so there's no need to think." "Honey is right," Adriana said. She moved so she was sitting between my legs. "The pimps aren't going to like that you took Mickens' girls." "Excuse me?" "You need to know when people are thinking about you," Adriana told me. "Your mind can do it. Filter everyone's thoughts, ignoring what you don't care about, but picking up when people are thinking about you." "Or thinking about something you're interested in," Lisa said. "Like us!" I looked at the clock. I bet the girls had gotten sleep! ------- Chapter 4 The patent office should recognize the difference between 'thinking' shit up and 'inventing' shit. I could think up a faster than light engine that runs on bobbyleguk but so fucking what! It's why Abby slept quite peacefully while I spent six hours building a mental filter, which resembled a spider web more than a coffee filter. I called a stop to the night when Adriana's buzzing mind sounded like one wasp instead of a hive camping between my ears. Lisa had passed out by that point. Ignoring the hints Adriana was giving about the benefits of being her pimp, I took a shower before going to sleep. A Sunday brunch and dinner shift meant families; kids would be a good opportunity to further refine the filter. I was also very interested in my ability to make people do things. With so many people going through the restaurants, I could test small commands safely. ------- "You really are looking much better, Simon," Amanda said. I wished I could say the same for her. She appeared more stressed than the day before. "You don't look okay," I told her. We were in the downstairs dining room of Emilie's. Someone insisted on reserving the entire room, even if they didn't have the people to fill it. Amanda would be the waitress with me as her busboy. Not a good tip day, but a quiet one unless the brunchers were assholes. I had finished setting up the tables. Amanda was done wiping the glasses. Staring into her eyes, I thought at her. "Tell me what's wrong, Amanda." "I'm fucking stressed out of my mind," Amanda said. "I've never seen you like this," I said. "Is it that bad at school? Or money?" "I do dinners during the week here and weekend brunches," she told me. "The money is fine. I use Saturday and Sunday night to catch up on my projects and school reading. It's everything, Simon!" "You've been doing it for years, Amanda." "I know," she said. "I haven't been able to let it go this week though." "You need to de-stress." "I can't," she replied. "I used to be able to; I can't anymore." "Why not?" "I'm not having sex." I started out trying to find out what was wrong with one of my favorite waitresses. I wanted to test my powers, but I did mean to help her. I had in no way expected sex to come up! "What does sex have to do with it?" She pushed me at my shoulder. "You must not be doing it right." "Or at all," I said. "Well ... not much anyway." "You, dog!" She smiled, pushing me again. "Since last week, I haven't had any to help me chill out. I usually call up one of my friends if I go too long without or pick up a guy if I'm desperate." "Why haven't you?" She looked confused for a second. "Why haven't you had sex if it helps you control the stress, Amanda?" "I haven't thought about it," she told me. "You haven't thought about sex. Since when?" I asked. "Two Fridays ago," she replied. The day that I got sick. The girls said something about no johns. What the fuck was going on? "If this goes on for much longer, I'm going to have issues," Amanda said. "It got so bad my sophomore year of college that I had to get medication for insomnia." "De-stress with me." When something has to be spoken, there's time for the speaker to catch the thought before it becomes words spewing out of his mouth. There's no grace period for a telepath. The thought was a command in her mind before I realized the thought was even in my mind! I might have been able to save it if Amanda's version of sex when she needed to bring down her stress levels wasn't so direct. "You can help me," she said. Her hand found my dick, cupped it through my pants, and took a grip. "After all, we should reward your hard work to lose the weight." She pulled me by my hardening dick into the linen closet beside the ladies' bathroom. Letting me go long enough to straighten a chair, she pushed me down on it. "I have to tell you that felt pretty big," she said, kneeling between my legs. "Have you been hiding a beautiful cock from me? I could have used you in my rotation." Amanda undid my belt and pants. I lifted my hips to give her space to pull down the pants. She took the underwear down too. "Oh God! You could have been my whole rotation!" Her hand stood my dick straight up. She looked up at me. "I'm sorry! I was going to suck it, but..." Amanda's breathing was ragged. She stood up and undid her pants. Her movements to push her pants and panties down her legs were desperate. I reached out to grab her naked hips. She spread her legs and straddled me. I looked up at Amanda. Her breathing had gotten more labored. Amanda's hand reached down to line me up. "No!" she complained when her pussy refused me entry. "It's okay! Slowly!" She rose up, placed me more carefully, and lowered her hips slowly. Her body opened, taking in the head of my dick. She moved her hips up and down, fucking the head of my dick in and out of her pussy. I traced her hips and thighs with my hands to encourage her efforts. Amanda squeezed the head of my dick with her pussy, released her muscles, and settled lower. I made her take more than her body was ready for by lifting up with my hips. She followed me down when my hips dropped. "Yes!" she hissed, going back to the shallow fucking motions. It probably didn't take as long as I thought it did. Finally though, it was too much! I took a firmer grip on Amanda's hips. She pushed down hard, taking me deep. I reached around, grabbed her asscheeks, spread them, lifted Amanda up, and pulled her down hard at the same time that I thrust up. "Arrggh!" she screamed as I hit bottom. "Jesus! Fuck yes!" She wrapped her arms around my neck. Pulling me against her, Amanda squeezed as hard as she could with her arms and pussy. I throbbed inside of her. "Cum! Cum in me!" My body didn't need anything more. I let go into her. Amanda screamed her release. The filter did its job. After the sex that is, because during I wouldn't have noticed Adriana's mind at peak buzz if she were standing next to us. I heard the mental commotion; the rest of the staff was outside the door. The manager of Emilie's was waiting for the door to open so she could fire Amanda and me. "You didn't hear anything down here! Go back to work." Amanda needed a couple of more minutes to recover. She didn't seem to mind my hands fondling her ass so I was happy to give her all the time she needed. "You're still hard," she said. "Definitely would have been my whole rotation if I had known about that too!" "Amanda, obviously, I want to stay here." I pulsed my dick inside of her. "But that party is about to arrive." She jumped off me. "Oh, my God! Everybody heard!" "No, they didn't. Calm down! Everything is fine." I thought about another round when Amanda stuck her ass towards me as she peeked out the door to make sure the coast was clear. I left the door open, hoping the sex smell would clear relatively quickly. ------- "I was thinking," Amanda said. The party was winding down with everyone saying their goodbyes. Amanda had put the check together; she needed to wait for the right moment so as not be intrusive. I'd finished the cleanup that I could do, but I needed everyone out before I could prepare the room in case they needed it for the dinner service. "About?" "You have a couple of hours before you have to be at Marco's, right?" she said. I nodded. "I'm still feeling very stressed," she said with a bat of her eyes. "And I haven't been sleeping well so..." I turned towards her and leaned a shoulder against the wall. "Sex helps me sleep too," she informed me. "We could go to your place and you can help me unwind some more. I'll drop you off at work." The party host signed the air in front of him when he caught Amanda's eye. She walked backwards away from me, "And your answer is..." "Never going to be no to that suggestion!" Amanda turned, skipped a step, and walked the check to the man. ------- "Is my car going to be okay?" Amanda asked, looking up and down the street. I noticed a group of high school aged thugs a few feet away. They would do! "Watch the car!" It was a lot easier to accept the mind command thing than the mind reading thing. "They're fine." I thought at Amanda when she looked nervous that the guys sat on her vehicle. I made it to the front door of the building before I thought about my new roommates. "Adriana, Lisa, Abby! Wait outside the room. I forgot about you; I have company." I walked behind Amanda's swaying ass, trying to think about what to do. Like Mickens maybe! The girls were lined up to the left of my door. Amanda looked from them to me when I directed her to the open door of my room. "Ignore them, Amanda!" "That is so cool," Adriana said when right before her eyes, Amanda blanked to their presence. "You told her to ignore us like you did Mickens, didn't you?" "Shit!" I said. "What the fuck am I going to do now?" "What?" Lisa asked. "She gets very stressed and uses sex to keep it in control," I told her. "We did it at the restaurant. She wants more, but I forgot about the three of you." "So!" Abby said with a shrug. "She can't see us." I watched her walk back into the room. "I can see you!" "You wouldn't have a problem fucking me in front of Adriana and Honey," Lisa said. "Her name is Abby," I told them. "Or Abigail. No more Honey!" "It's my hooker name," Abby said from the inside my room. "The other two don't have hooker names," I said. "No more hooker names! Your name is Abby!" "Who are you talking to?" A naked Amanda said, standing where I could see her. "She can't see us, so it's about you. Lisa is right, you're going to have sex with us and that room is too small to hide," Adriana told me. "Plus we can watch how the other half fucks!" Lisa and Adriana walked into the room. The three girls were sitting in a corner, watching Amanda when I walked in. Amanda lay on her side, obviously posing. She was playing with her pubic hair. "I can still smell you on me," Amanda said. "In the restaurant, I could feel your cum in my pussy as I worked. If you're going to eat me, we should shower first unless you don't mind your taste. Let me rephrase that--if you have a problem with your own taste, we should shower! I want to be eaten!" "We could shower because I'd like to see you wet and that's a very small shower," I told her. "How small?" "We're going to have a hard time fitting in it together," I said. "Unless we fit together!" "Does the other half always talk this much before doing it?" Abby asked the other girls. Following Amanda, I made a shushing motion at the girls. Unlike Amanda, I could see and hear them. It was going to be distracting enough knowing they were in the room while I helped relieve more of Amanda's stress. ------- Chapter 5 If the douchebag's wife put me through my sexual paces ... Amanda braided my hair, put some shiny horse tack on me, and rode me to a gold medal in the Olympic dressage ring. The running commentary from my audience did prove distracting at times. Lisa started it by criticizing Amanda's oral technique. Amanda was on her knees outside the shower sucking my dick enthusiastically. Lisa found the effort lacking control and not likely to get me off any time soon. Wrong! I popped fine. Adriana found it amazing the shower was large enough for Amanda and I to fuck--she thought Amanda needed to lose some weight. Amanda had wrapped her legs around my waist. I braced her back against the shower wall. Amanda vocalized her pleasure very loudly. She caught up to me in the orgasm count. Two for two! Amanda commented again about me taking over her rotation of sex-partners when I got hard for a third time before we made it to the bed. Of the three girls, Abby was the worst distraction. "Does it really feel THAT good?" I had Amanda's knees by her ears, with her hips lifted up. It presented her pussy to my mouth for a lengthy tasting session. Amanda came HARD twice! I was going for a third, but she wriggled out of my grip. "Normal girls actually like it? Abby asked. Amanda lay on her stomach. I was on top of her. Amanda had lubed my dick to the point of dripping. I fucked into her ass slowly. Amanda wanted me inside her quicker so she pushed back. "Now I know she's faking!" That was the last comment of Abby's that I heard. Amanda had orgasmed with me in her ass and was urging me to fuck her harder! The headboard slammed against the wall as I gave her more of what she needed. ------- "Did you buy a car?" Mary asked me. "A friend lent it to me," I said. "She..." I didn't want to have this particular discussion with Mary. I'd fucked two different women in a week. Fucked them and been fucked back vigorously! It gave me enough of an ego-boost to think Mary and I might... Duh! All I had to do was think it! I almost pulled the trigger. The car! Amanda let me use her car to drive to work; I didn't make her do it though. She had not been sleeping well. The sex helped reduced her stress significantly! The mental relief allowed her to relax enough to feel the physical exhaustion. She didn't want to get out of my bed! With the three other women in my room, I would not have agreed to letting her stay except she fell asleep within thirty seconds of putting her keys in my hand. The girls encouraged me to let Amanda sleep. I reinforced the mental command to ignore the three hookers and left with my stomach churning. I fully thought I'd come home to one very angry woman and three very ... I had no idea what the three women would feel if Amanda woke up free of my grip. It could be the impetus they needed to take the money and run! Unfortunately, it would cost me Amanda so it wasn't something I hoped would happen. Mary poked me. "She?" "Are women that shallow?" I asked. "Yes," one of the other waitresses, Megan, said as she walked up to us. "Why do you ask?" "I lost a little weight..." "You lost a little more than a LOT weight, Simon," Mary said with a smile. She reached over and patted my stomach. "Back to the shallow 'she' that we were talking about..." "Isn't it bad form for a guy to talk?" I asked. "She lent you her car, Simon!" Mary replied. "She lent him her car???" Megan asked Mary. "It's collateral," I said. "She wanted to sleep at my place; she let me use her car so I wouldn't worry about my stuff being gone when I got back." "That makes sense," Megan said, walking away. Mary looked confused for a second and shrugged. I studied both women; I'd expected a few more back and forth exchanges. "When was the last time you had sex, Mary?" "Next to last Thursday." "How often did you and your boyfriend do it before that?" "We just moved in together so we were doing it four or five times a week. More really!" What the fuck was going on? ------- Amanda was lying on her back, staring at the ceiling. The three other women sat in the corner of the room watching her. "Great!" Amanda said, springing out of my bed. "I have a lot of work to do tonight." She took her keys out of my hand and kissed my cheek. "I know you were maybe thinking something more was going to happen." "No," I said. "You're in your last year of medical school. I was stress relief! I'm just glad you're dressed and didn't run out of here naked to get back to your projects." I walked her out to the car. "You really need to move, Simon." She looked up and down the street. "It's not safe!" "I'll be okay," I said. "I'll see you at work?" she asked. I nodded. "If you need to de-stress, remember that I'm your rotation." She leaned up and kissed me. Her lower body pressed against my dick. "I'm not being a bitch, okay?" she said. "I really don't have time for more right now!" I framed her face with my hands. We kissed again, longer and slower. I broke the kiss to look into her eyes. "I don't think this is a good time for me either." "So, fun?" I smiled, "Stress relief. Insomnia Prevention." "You get those too!" I was still laughing when she drove away. "Hey man, you took Mickens' bitches?" One of the pimps asked as I walked to my building door. Daddy Horse had the biggest stable of hookers and from what I heard kept them on a tight leash. "Why ain't they walking the street? If the little honey that drove off ain't your style, I'll take her off your hands. You know what I mean!" The way Daddy Horse's hand patted his pocket, he wasn't asking. "So where them bitches at?" he asked, looking up at my room window. "Training," I said. "Mickens didn't have a heavy hand." "I could take care of that for you, brother!" He replied. "My bitches walk straight." "I'll think about it," I said, trying to get out of the conversation with the least amount of trouble. "You do that!" I watched Daddy Horse from the other side of the building door. The girls saw me as their pimp and so did the other pimps. I had to give serious thought to commanding the girls to take the money and finding someone else to embroil in a turf battle over their bodies. "Why were you talking to Daddy Horse?" Adriana asked as soon as I walked into the door. "Adriana," Lisa warned. I walked to my bed. Pulling the satchel of money from underneath, I opened it. "You can take the money," I told them. "All of it! You could go anywhere. No Daddy Horse. No pimps." "Is that what you want?" Adriana challenged. There wasn't a lot of force to her voice, moving her sleeping bag closer to me and kneeling on it belied whatever strength she did find. Lisa and Abby grabbed their sleeping bags to join Adriana in the position. "What I want is..." I spread my feet, put my hands on my thighs, and stared at them. "What I want is..." "We don't have any place to go," Lisa said. "No johns!" "I would have left," Adriana said. "The three of us are better than the all the girls out there. We could have gone to the City and worked out of an agency." "It could just be here," I said. "Watch out the window," Adriana said. "Tell me that you see one girl get into a car. If you do, tomorrow morning, you can tell Daddy Horse we left." I opened the window; leaning out gave me the best view of the street. Daddy Horse and the other pimps were watching my window. Two hours later, I gave up. "Shit on me!" "Maybe because it's Sunday night," Adriana said gently. "You could try tomorrow or the next day or next Saturday night. Those are hopping for street girls!" I sat on the bed. Crossing my arms, I opened the filter to all of Adriana's thoughts. Working the two restaurant shifts improved my control. The filter was getting finer and easier to maintain with little to no thought. I didn't like what I found in Adriana's head. Without johns, the girls were lost! I'd seen a TV show once about an old stripper still trying to get shifts at clubs; she didn't know anything else. Adriana didn't know what to do when the foundation of her world stopped coming around. She needed time. I needed time! "You need normal clothes," I said, walking to the suitcases and bags of their clothing. I pulled a couple of items out. The girls only had streetwalking items. I'd seen the jeans Abby owned on her a few times; they doubled as tights. I counted out seven thousand dollars from the satchel. Putting money in front of the girls, I nodded to it. "I don't work Mondays so we can take Mickens car to the mall. We also have to sell the car; it's too nice for the neighborhood. Daddy Horse thinks you're my girls now, so he will spread the news that Mickens is gone." I didn't like Adriana's thoughts about what the pimps and thugs would do when they started to think I might not have done something violent to Mickens. They had almost twenty city blocks of numbers against me! "I need a shower," I said. I stood under the hot water, letting it pour over my back. A hand touched my stomach and slid down to grab my cock. I turned to see a naked Adriana push the shower curtain to the side so the rest of her body could follow her hand. She had it right. The girls were too good looking for the streets, Adriana most of all. Any street! Adriana stroked me to hardness. I stared at her as she leaned into the water stream. The liquid flowed down her brown hair, over her perfect breasts, down a tummy that was on the cusp of showing muscle, along the tiny patch of pubic hair, and down those gorgeous legs that I would swear belonged to a much taller girl. The filter failed me. I didn't want to hear her worrying about Amanda! Not in a competitive sense, Adriana knew all three of the girls were better looking than Amanda. It was Amanda not being a hooker that scared Adriana. In her mind, I would choose the one normal girl over the three of them unless... "Stop!" I said. "Why?" She grabbed my dick with both hands. I couldn't stop myself from fucking the pocket she made with her fingers and palms. She smiled before rubbing the tip of my dick on her flat belly. "Stop!" She froze. I lowered the filter again. A part of her mind knew I had her in a mental hold. "You won't leave on your own, will you?" I laced the question with enough power to make Adriana answer it truthfully. "We don't have anywhere to go if guys aren't getting horny enough to pay for pussy," she said. "I told you, Simon--I've made teenage boys come their pants by giving them a peek. I couldn't get them hard when I tried last week!" "If I send you away..." "You'll have to do what you did to Mickens," she said. "I don't know what would happen to us." "You're smart, Adriana," I said. "You would figure something out." "We're prostitutes, Simon," she replied. "I haven't known anything else since I was fifteen." I didn't need to hear that shit! Once the door opened though, I couldn't close it. "How old is Abby?" I asked. She was the newest of the three girls; I'd only seen her around for two years. "Eighteen." "Jesus!" "How old are you and Lisa?" I asked. "Both of us are twenty," she told me. "Lisa was with Mickens for a while before he hooked me." I removed her hands from my dick. She almost panicked until I commanded her to calm down. Maybe the world would return to normal, my dick would shrink, no need for mental filter, and getting laid would go back to being a financial transaction for me! "Are women getting horny?" I asked. She shrugged. In my mental rant against the douchebag, I told the wife it would be the dicking of her life. The same with Amanda, I had ordered her to use me to decompress. "You haven't been horny?" I asked. The look on her face made me dig a little deeper. I turned towards the main part of the room to send my power questing in the other girls' minds. Only Lisa had ever enjoyed sex, never with her johns though. Before he made her a whore, she had loved Mickens. Adriana was smarter than me by a significant margin! I could use it to my advantage. I leaned back against the shower wall. "I'm your pimp." "Yes," Adriana replied. "What would it take to make you, all of you like Amanda?" I asked. "I don't mean the free pussy or blowjobs that you give your pimp. I want ... like Amanda." "Nothing," she said. "I'll never be like her!" I asked the question in her mind. "Nothing," she said. "I'll never be like her. She gave you everything!" "So what would it take for you to give me everything you can?" She thought about it. I pulled out of her mind and shook my head! The spinning would have made me faint from dizziness if I had stayed in the whirlwind of Adriana's thoughts. "Kissing," she said finally. "Swallow. Fuck me without a condom. Come inside me. Sleep with me. Fuck my ass." I had not expected a laundry list. I could make her do all those things with my power. Adriana would figure out I had used my power, unless I made her forget but that sounded wonky! I'd used my power like a hammer, except for making women be honest. Fucking it up with Mickens was one thing; I'd sort of decided to keep living with the girls so fucking them up could have some nasty consequences. I did not want to wake up screaming because they'd broken free and cut my dick off. "What about Abby?" "Make love to her," she replied instantly. "Treat her like Amanda and she'll be like Amanda." I nodded. Abby had been a hooker for at least two years that I knew, but there was still something innocent about her. "Lisa?" "She wants someone to need her," Adriana said. "She wants someone to take care of her. Partners, I guess! You give her what she needs and she'll give you everything you want." I turned the water off. "Forget this conversation!" I could test the 'forgetting' with a simple thing. If she ever remembered it, she'd be mad but not mad enough to cut me ... hopefully. Adriana's hands found my cock. She pulled me towards her. "Not you," I said. Her eyes widened in surprise. "Not yet! I'm still the fat guy you wouldn't fuck if I paid double. It has to be Lisa; I've been with her." She stared at me. "I'm sorry. I..." I shook my head to stop her. "It's okay," she said. "Simon, I want to do it with you." She didn't! Not yet. "Get Lisa," I said, pulling Adriana's hand off my dick. I watched her ass. Jesus! What the fuck was I thinking? Three days of having an inch and I wanted the mile! Actually, Amanda was about three quarters of the sexual mile a normal guy would be lucky to walk in his life. I was no longer interested in settling for less with any woman! Lisa's smile surprised me. I'd never seen any of the hookers as happy as she seemed to be in that moment. "What's going on?" I asked. She shrugged and knelt in front of the shower. Reaching out, she grabbed my dick to turn me towards her. Her tongue extended out slowly. Lisa licked the precum from the tip of my dick. Her fingertips caressed my length. She took the head of my dick into her mouth. Sealing her lips around an inch down from my crown, she licked the underside of my dick. I learned what she meant about Amanda's technique. By comparison, I'd lasted eons longer with Amanda than I would with Lisa. Adriana had said 'swallow'. When I'd bought Lisa's time, I did not bother with oral sex much. Grabbing Lisa's head, I pushed my dick farther in. I felt the pressure of her throat close on the head. I held it there until she looked up at me. Her eyes were lighter than Adriana's, a true brown where Adriana's eyes were almost black. I pressed the head of my dick into Lisa's throat. Her hand cupped my sack before she nodded. I let her guide me back. Lisa maintained the eye contact as she wrapped both hands around my dick. She tilted her head back, placing the head of my dick on her extended tongue. Lisa licked me faster; her hands stroked my dick. She kept looking up at me. Her eyes were telling me she understood her place. Faster and faster, she licked under the head of my dick. I could say Adriana started it, but in reality I wouldn't have lasted much longer if Lisa had been the one to come into the shower first. Lisa felt it! My dick got harder. It felt like a bar of steel had been grafted to my body. Her hand moved to stroke the head; her other hand caressed my testicles. I watched my dick pulse. Lisa adjusted the angle of her mouth. Her hand squeezed me harder. My cum shot into Lisa's mouth! I grabbed the sides of the shower to stay on my feet. Another pulse of cum left my body. Lisa kept her mouth open wide to let me see the semen pool grow bigger. She waited until some of my senses returned. Her eyes pierced mine as her tongue licked up the cum on her lips. Lisa closed her mouth; she closed her eyes. It wasn't a savoring swallow. It wasn't an exaggerated one either. It was the swallow of a woman part way through her breakfast. Lisa opened her mouth for me to inspect. She waited in the kneeling position for whatever I wanted next. I thought about invading her mind, but after the intimate thing she'd done I felt she deserved better from me. Comparatively, she'd given me more than Amanda! I ran a finger along her cheekbone. "Cum!" "No!" she protested. Her body shivered. Her mouth opened! Lisa's eyes teared up as a massive convulsion traveled through her body. "You don't have to do that," she said when it was over. I got down on one knee until we at the same eye-level. "Tomorrow, I need you to accept whatever I want to buy you." "Why?" she asked. "Because Adriana doesn't want to owe me and Abby will follow her lead. If you play along, Abby will take whatever I buy her." "But if I take the clothes... " She nodded. "Why do you need us in normal clothes?" "I don't care about the clothes, Lisa! I need all the practice I can get, and a busy mall gives me thousands of opportunities." "Don't tell Honey that, let her think you thought of the practice when you got to the mall." I nodded. "Send ABBY in here!" She put a hand on my chest. "Be nice to her." I put a finger on her forehead. "Cum!" ------- I didn't know anything about making love. The last few days were a majority of my sexual experience. I don't count the times I paid for it, since there should be a word between masturbation and sex that means having coitus with a hooker. Abby walked in. She was in high heels, white panties, and a black bra. I stared at her; my dick rose to take a good look too. I stepped out of the shower and stood in front of Abby. She dropped her head to look at her feet. I put a finger under her chin. Lifting her face so we could look at each other, I smiled. The douchebag's wife led in the sex, as did Amanda. We were there to satisfy them. Lisa's blowjob had the singular intention of getting me off quickly. Time! I could take my time with Abby. I had seen her walk the streets many nights and wanted to explore her body inch by inch. "Love every second of what I do to you!" Where to start on a sex goddess? I used my body to press Abby's back against the wall. There was more room out here than in the shower. Hooker heels were wrong for a sexual experience that was more than assisted masturbation. I put the index finger of each hand on the waistband of her panties at each hip. Staring into her eyes, I bent down, sliding my finger down the front of her legs until I was touching the straps of her shoes. I undid the straps and stood up. I traced her left arm from shoulder to wrist. Lifting her hand, I nodded for Abby to step out of her shoes. Yes--my hands first! I ran my fingertips wherever I wanted to on Abby's body: her stomach, her neck, down her spine, tracing the cup of her bra, and exploring the divide created by her thong. I smiled, remembering how as a teenager I had so desperately wanted to touch a girl. To have her perfume surround me! To fondle her! To look at her as she stood in front of me naked for as long as I could stand to just look. Abby's bra fell to the ground. I traced her nipples with my fingers. Leaning down, I ran my tongue up and down, left and right over each nipple. They were fully extended! I wanted to suckle at Abby's breasts, but I was living a teenage fantasy. I touched between her legs. She had moistened her panties! I heard a moan when I pressed my fingers against her pussy. I knelt and put my hands at Abby's hips. I took her panties down slowly. She was completely shaved! After Abby kicked the panties aside, I took a step back. Holding up a hand, I directed her with my mind through a series of poses. As it turned out, I could only stand it until Abby turned around and pushed her ass towards me. Pressing against Abby's back, my hand found her pussy. She was wet! She cried out when my fingers touched her clit. Yes! I rubbed Abby hard. She arched up to her toes. The smell of her pleasure surrounded us! In the shower, she didn't dodge my attempt to kiss her. Abby was in the moment or maybe a different moment like I had been a few minutes before. A teenage girl with her boyfriend: kissing, touching, and stroking. I picked Abby up, carrying her to the bed. Dropping her in the middle, I stared down at her. She opened her legs, inviting me to finish it. "Pause." Abby froze. I turned towards the other two girls. They had been watching; Adriana looked annoyed, but Lisa had a sad smile on her lips. I walked to them, standing in front of Lisa. I grabbed a fistful of her hair. Lisa's mouth was open when my cock arrived. I pushed in deep; her hands grabbed my hips. Lisa pushed her face forward, taking me even deeper. I came! More relaxed, I turned back to Abby. "Action!" I put my hands on her knees. Abby let me press down until her legs were flat on the bed. I'd explored with my hands; it was my mouth and tongue's turn. Kissing was a good place to start. Abby liked it, wriggling underneath trying to get my dick inside of her. I was tempted, but I'd also spent a lot of teenage nights thinking about having a girl naked and willing. Abby stretched her neck out fully when I kissed it. Abby like! Kisses then licking. Abby really like! Her breasts were glorious. Overflowing my hands as I held one steady so I could suck it. I bit her nipple gently then sucked it hard. Abby turned slightly, asking me to give her other breast the same attention. I let my tongue examine them fully. Abby cried out in orgasm! I kissed her belly, the inside of her hips, her legs, and each of her toes. Grabbing Abby's ankles, I lifted them up. Abby remembered the position from Amanda's time on my bed. She raised her hips, presenting me with her pussy. She tasted like honey, sexually sweet. Abby begged and begged for more. I gave her all that I could, holding out against the insistence of my dick. My lips and tongue had an orgy with Abby's clit and pussylips. Abby pulled on my arms. I pounced upwards. She kissed me, not caring that I was flavored with her essence. Her hand grabbed my dick. I entered Abby, sinking to the hilt. She grabbed my ass and dug her nails in. I needed no more urging. Pulling back, I plunged to her depth. This wasn't a teenage thing anymore--it was a man thing! Abby's pussy caressed my length as I drove in and out of her. She screamed into my mouth. I lunged to depth and pressed against her. Abby screamed again! My entire body seized, something in my balls clutched closed and then opened. My mind flooded with chemicals as a torrent of semen flowed from me into Abby. She dropped her feet to the bed and lifted her hips to receive everything I had to give her. What happened later wasn't my idea! Abby and I came down slowly, our hands exploring each other. She turned to her side, pressing her ass against me. It gave her a view of our audience. Abby bent the knee of her top leg. Her hand drifted down to my dick. She was watching the girls as she placed me at her pussy. The position, with me against her back, didn't give me a lot of room to thrust. We moved against each other slowly! Her pussy squeezed me tight when Abby orgasmed again. She changed the angle of her hips. Her hand pulled my dick out of her pussy. She stared at the girls as she guided my dick to a different opening. I was lubricated with her juices, but I didn't think it was enough. Abby didn't care! She turned her head until she could look at me. Her grip on my dick tightened. "Please!" she begged. Abby let go of my dick. She grabbed her asscheek and spread herself. I didn't know what it meant or why. I wasn't going to look in her head either because I wanted Abby's ass! I made sure Abby loved it, using my power to make her cum when I was fully seated in her ass, and again when her body adjusted enough to let me thrust freely, and one last time when I came inside her ass. I didn't know how to make love, but Abby didn't either. For the first time in her life, a man didn't kick her out of bed when he was done. I wrapped my arm around Abby's waist and pressed my face against the back of her neck. I waited until she fell asleep before closing my eyes. ------- Chapter 6 Three women, one bathroom, a morning shopping trip ... Shoot me! "Ladies, let's go have some fun!" I said it to cheer myself up after waiting an hour to take my morning piss. The three women taking the money and finding greener pastures sounded really good for those sixty minutes. Adding ooomph to my voice was becoming dangerously natural! Mickens exercised subtle forms of control. For instance, the girls' wardrobe had few things appropriate to a mall visit: Lisa wore shorts right on the line of decent, Adriana's black tights lived up to their name, and Abby's jeans were obscene. At least, they wore my shirts to hide the trio of camel toes. The car was the easy part of my day. I zapped the car salesman to stop the questions about wanting to trade a fine candy-red piece of automotive machinery for a well-maintained tan piece of crap. I used his instincts for the cheat to make it a cash deal, leaving me with a roomier car and an extra ten thousand dollars. He would make a healthy profit margin even with me keeping him honest in our deal. The girls rarely left our neighborhood so they were quiet as we drove to the mall. Abby stared out the windows at the passing buildings in something very close to wonder. I should have made Mickens pay a steeper price! At the mall, I was out of my element and looking at the directory didn't help. I motioned the girls towards the stores, hoping they knew what to do or at least where to start. "We should walk around." Adriana thought. "It will give you an opportunity to plan out a practice session." Adriana had a better handle on my abilities than I did. She didn't direct her thoughts at me; she internally vocalized, expecting my filter to separate her words out from the general noise. Adriana found it terribly amusing that I'd never again be able to zone out females of significance in my life. I hadn't considered it! I thought I would have problems with the girls accepting my gifts. I couldn't be more wrong! I had urged Lisa to play along with my generosity to get one vote for me, but it turned out to be an unnecessary. Abby's thought process adjusted to following Adriana's lead in everything except things related to Abby and me. In those situations, Abby would stand behind my decisions. It followed from Abby's view of me as her pimp. The gentleness of our sex put her at the same level that Mickens placed Lisa, who had been shown small kindnesses to keep her on the hook. It bothered me because in the back of Abby's mind--once the johns came around again, she thought I'd have her out streetwalking. It wasn't far off; I expected Adriana's 'runaway and work from an agency' plan to kick in as soon as my dick wasn't the only one getting hard. I'd underestimated Adriana about letting me spend money on clothes for her. Where a good chess player thinks several moves ahead, Adriana thought several moves into several plans. If the world stayed the same, she wanted clothing that favored my sexual tastes. If the world turned right side up, she'd get their wardrobe in the escort range at my expense. If... Reading Adriana's planning was like sprinting through a mirror funhouse! Lisa and Adriana took the lead as we walked through the mall. They discussed the needs each store could fulfill, removed stores from the go-into list, and marked some down as requiring significant time to go through. Both girls watched my reaction to certain higher end stores. I upped their mental piggy bank from the seven thousand to add the ten thousand from the car. Some of the stores were too ritzy in a show-wealth off way for me; I made them aware of it. I practiced my mind reading and commanding in small ways. Things like making sales clerk pick up and display various items to the windows, delving to different depths in the mall walkers' minds, and turning disapproval to envy in any woman who looked down their noses at the girls. The 'planning out the shopping' part of our trip took until lunch. From Adriana's mind, I gleaned she had delayed any actual buying to give me an opportunity to stretch my mental muscles in a full food court. I used the opportunity to practice speed, jumping from person to person making them change their lunch desires. I also saw how far I could make someone unwilling to do something go--a few vegetarians chowed down on massive beef burgers. "What about sex?" Adriana thought. "What?" "You can make girls want to have sex. What about guys?" She eyed a young couple walking together hand in hand. Adriana didn't know about the douchebag and his wife. "Check when the last time those two had sex. If it's been nothing since the day you got sick, try to get them to do it." I scanned the entire food court. Shit! Adriana had it right--no one had sex since before the Friday I got sick. A family from Ohio caught my mind! "Fuck!" I whispered. "What?" the girls asked, turning to look at the people who had caught my attention. "They're from Ohio, visiting relatives. They got here yesterday!" "So?" Lisa asked. Adriana nodded at me, figuring it out before I continued. I scanned the crowd again to pick out where everyone lived. "It's at least all over the state," I said. "The Ohio people have it too." "No sex," Adriana told Lisa. Adriana probably understood better than the girls and me. I couldn't wrap my head around it or follow the thought to where it would lead. I needed to watch a lot of news! "Wait here!" I ordered. I hadn't 'exactly' ordered the douchebag to have sex. I needed a more directed test of my power in the arena of men and sex. I turned the young couple towards the restrooms at one end of the food court. Following close behind, I made everyone ignore them. The guy looked around before guiding the girl into the men's bathroom. I watched as he lifted her up on to the sink. I didn't stay for the action, especially after I got a rent-a-cop to join in ... behind the guy. Neither of the men had ever given much thought to a homosexual encounter; they took to it like champs! ------- Shopping with hookers turned out to be more interesting than I would have thought. The news about everyone around us being sexually 'off' scared the girls. It put pleasing me at the forefront of their thoughts and actions. Store by store, the fashion shows got more and more graphic. After Adriana suggested things would be better if I made everyone ignore us, they got downright pornographic. The girls worked from the outside layers in; coats, sweaters, shoes, etc. were first on the menu. Dresses, pants, shirts, blouses, and skirts turned up the heat for me. The dresses really did it! Adriana favored chemise-style dresses that showed a little cleavage and a LOT of leg. Lisa liked open-backed numbers, which hugged her hips and ass. Abby went for tight ... yeah, Abby liked TIGHT! Things went crazy when we got to underthings! Abby dragged a viewing chair into the changing room. Stripping me out of my pants, she sat me down and sucked my dick into her mouth. Where Lisa gave a lot of 'eye' during a blowjob, Abby focused on the cock. Completely! Entering her mind, I didn't find a thought. The girl sucked dick by muscle memory, reacting to my vocalizations and actions as if she had an instinct for sucking dick. Her fingernails scratched my balls and dick gently. Abby's tongue danced against the bottom of my dick as she took me in, let me out, and took me in again. I pushed up with my hips, driving deep into her mouth. Abby sucked hard! She put both her hands on my dick and pumped. I growled! She moaned! The salesgirl screamed. Oops! I called a 'time-out' on the salesgirl. She was scheduled to be on-shift in a few minutes so had not been in the store for my initial sweep to make everyone treat what the girls and I were doing as normal. Abby brought my attention back by squeezing my dick. I let my head fall back. She realized she had me again and returned to making me jump off the orgasmic cliff. Abby sucked hard! Her hands pumped my dick. I put a hand on the back of her head. I drove up with my hips and pushed down on Abby's head. She accepted me into her throat. Abby nodded several times, working the head of my dick with her throat. I yelled and let loose! Abby was not pleased at the interruption. At all! I decided the sane part of valor would be not to point out that I hadn't extended the command out far enough. Abby stood up and walked to stand in front of the salesgirl, a cute Asian. "MAKE HER LIKE IT!" Abby shouted inside her head. "NO! MAKE HER LOVE IT! MAKE IT THE BEST SEX SHE'S HAD! EVER!" "You don't have to yell," I told her. "I can hear you fine." Abby's eyes narrowed at me. I raised my hands and nodded to the salesgirl. "I did it." Abby grabbed the girl's face and kissed her. The salesgirl's entire body shook with the pleasure of tasting my cum. Abby pushed the girl against the wall to keep her standing. Abby's hands cupped the girl's pussy through the black pants. I watched Abby make the girl accept the mouth-to-mouth transfer. The salesgirl convulsed; her hands pawed at Abby's side, not to push Abby away but begging for more. The salesgirl was kneeling nude between my legs, sucking my dick slowly. We had gotten to the fashion show part of lingerie shopping. The girls felt it important I approve every purchase, which could only be achieved by modeling every piece that caught their eye. The salesgirl had already swallowed one load; if anything her reaction had been greater than when Abby made her drink my seed. I don't believe I disliked a single item! While in outerwear the girls had chosen a few tame items, they saw no reason everything that guarded their pussies, parted their buttcheeks, or lifted their breasts shouldn't serve the purpose of making my dick hard. By the time the girls were done, I had the salesgirl's head on the floor and ass in the air with her legs together. She couldn't take the full length of my dick! I fucked her wildly though; she screamed and screamed, still under my command that it be the best sex she ever had. The girls stood around us, urging me to make the little bitch (their word) know what it meant to be fucked by a real man (again, their words). The salesgirl passed out when my dick thickened. The girls jumped in, holding her hips up so I could continue to stroke. I put my hands out to hold onto to the girls as I fucked in and out of the salesgirl with complete abandon. I screamed myself almost hoarse when I came! Abby's hands pulled me out of the girl when I stopped moving. Lisa took me into her mouth and nursed my dick until I was soft. ------- I took the girls to dinner at Marco's. It let them dress up in the finer pieces of their new clothes. They were a little nervous, never having gone out to an expensive restaurant. I wasn't particularly impressed with Marco's menu since it was a steakhouse and I worked there. The girls had never had such fabulous cuts of meat though. Monday was a slow night for the restaurant; a leaner staff still made good money. We had an understanding that the 'discount' would be left as tip whenever one of us ate at Marco's, so our waitress was on her best behavior. Not that Mary would have been anything other than perfectly gracious to be serving the girls! She did give me a few 'glances'. I could hear the mental whispers of the staff questioning what a busboy was doing with three women. I finally understood the emptiness in their reactions; not a single one of the guys made the distinction of a busboy with three FUCKING-HOT women. "You like her," Lisa said when I watched Mary's ass as she walked away. I quelched my natural reaction to deny it. In the girls' mind, I had a claim on them, not the other way around. At least, they didn't have the same type of claim on me that I had on them. Lisa also thought I'd have them hooking again when things returned to normal. "You should fuck her," Adriana said, between forkfuls of chocolate oral pleasure. "This is fantastic!" Abby nodded, watching the other girls in case their forks went for her piece of chocolate heaven. "She has a boyfriend," I said. "They live together." "Yeah, but they're not fucking!" Adriana said. "So it would be like you're her BFF--best fucking fuck. If he can't the deliver the goods, a guy can't be jealous of his girl's BFF." "She doesn't need sex anymore either," I replied. "No," Adriana said. "She doesn't want sex! Unless there's a new way to make babies, she still needs sex." "That girl Amanda needed sex," Abby said. "I think she wanted it too! She didn't know she wanted it or needed it. It was like she had one of those diseases on TV shows and there's a medicine that could completely cure her but she doesn't know about it. She wants it, because she wants to live! She needs it to live, but she doesn't know about it." We stared at Abby. Adriana's eyes turned thoughtful. I compared Abby's words to what I found in the minds around me. These people knew about sex; they just didn't 'think' about it. I sat in the mind of the guy at the next table. He had a perfect view of the girls. Still in the hooker frame of mind, the girls' idea of dressing up included a lot of exposed boob, belly, and thigh. The guy never registered the amazing amount of beautiful female skin on display! In the before-world, I wouldn't have been surprised if he took a bathroom break to spank one out from having all that hotness a few feet away. Shit! Shit! Shit! ------- At the valet station, I pushed. I pulled Abby into my arms and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around me. Abby cupped my dick with her hips and rubbed me to full hardness. Lisa didn't want to kiss me. She turned her face away, but when I trailed a line of kisses from her cheek to her lips she capitulated. I pressed the sides of her jaw, making her open for me and let me taste her tongue with mine. Her familiarity with me helped her relax sooner than I expected. Adriana wanted no part of it, putting her hands on my chest and pushing as she turned her face away. "No!" The valet had brought the car around. I pressed Adriana against the back passenger door. The first line of defense! "You can kiss me," I said. "Or I can make you kiss me." I smiled, watching the struggle on her face. To give me an intimacy she had kept even from Mickens or to suffer the dual loss of having me take something from her and having it be THAT intimacy! She tried to make it quick, a retreat rather than a loss. "It's okay!" A memory of teenagers kissing passed through her mind. Her hand fluttered at the back of my head. She pulled me down, trying to find something lost in my lips. Adriana was so soft! Lisa drove. Adriana and I made out in the backseat of the car. She pried herself away from the memories of youthful discovery. Her hand went for my dick. I blocked it. "It's okay!" Adriana settled into the backseat. She was no longer reliving memories--she was kissing me. ------- Abby wanted a second night with me. I made it better than the first. A lot better! It still wasn't making love; but it mattered a little less than it had the last night. In that small room, we were alone in a very different world than had existed a few days ago. For all I knew, in the entire world, we were the only ones who could find comfort in each other's arms and naked bodies. ------- Chapter 7 On some level, I knew the girls weren't staying in my room all day. They were using the money from Mickens to eat; they were taking walks to prevent death by boredom. Too many things were happening for me to give the girls' situation much thought though, except where we directly intersected or whenever the girls were with me. I didn't consider that the girls and I didn't have to be together for others to think they could affect me by using them, people like Daddy Horse. The girls were hookers, which wasn't the safest of professions but it afforded them a certain level of protection from other street classes. Pimps in our neighborhood were known for the liberal use of a knife if someone fucked with their girls without paying for the time. Daddy Horse let it out that Mickens was definitely gone, which would have endangered the girls if he had not also claimed the right to test my suitability for joining the pimp ranks. Obviously, he wanted the girls for himself! ------- You can give a shy guy a dick six deviations above the norm in width and length, but it isn't going to make him Casanova. I directed a majority of my sexual attention to Abby; Lisa was aggressive enough to get mouthfuls here and there. Adriana and I stayed at the kissing level. She enjoyed the teasing aspect, fluffing me into a state of ravaging Abby's body at night. It was easier with women who weren't living in my room. By Wednesday, Amanda needed another stress relief session and nap in my room. I visited the lingerie shop salesgirl for a wild ride in the dressing room. A few women received a steak sauce that was not on the Marco's menu. If Daddy Horse had moved sooner, I might have come out on the losing side. By Friday, I was moving from reacting to acting. I had not yet coldly initiated anything beyond getting Adriana to make out with me, which had been done more with the threat of power than the exercise of power. Making Mary's skin tingle when I was near her didn't count to me. I had no idea where I wanted to take things with Mary. I liked her blue eyes! I loved her ass! Where could it go when three hookers called my room home? Did I want it to go anywhere when three hookers called my room home? I certainly didn't want to give the three hookers up, even if I was only having sex with one of them and getting blown by another. Paul let me go early on Friday. A rainstorm made it a very slow night. It was a drizzle by the time I pulled into a parking spot near my building. I zapped everyone I could see up and down the street to ignore the car. My range had increased over the week. Adriana had gotten back at me for the kissing by making me practice, practice, and practice some more. I could hear people in a ten-block radius. Commanding was more difficult--I needed to see the person, though I knew it was a mental block. When I didn't think about it, like at the mall, I had no issues broadcasting commands. It was one place where I had taken a step backwards instead of forwards. Lisa's right eye was bruised! I had learned the girls watched out the window when it got to be near the time I came home. As soon as they saw the car, they knelt by the door in various states of undress. I knew the world would turn ugly if things stayed the way they were, but walking through my door at night, I didn't have it in me to wish things would go back to normal. The girls wore more clothing than usual. I guess Adriana anticipated my reaction would be to turn around and walk back downstairs. I could hear the girls' heels and thoughts behind me. The motherfucker was waiting across the street! Unlike the girls, Daddy Horse knew I wasn't a pimp. He'd put a backhand on Lisa to make me come to him. "Simon!" The girls yelled as Daddy Horse pulled a gun out. I heard minds fleeing for cover. Daddy Horse was to the right of an alley entryway. "Left!" I thought before running at him. The bullet went through Daddy Horse's car window. The minds around me ran away faster! I grabbed Daddy Horse's gun hand. I put my other hand on his throat, pushing him into the alley. "Give it to me!" I let go of his gun hand. He turned the gun around and handed it over. I gripped it and punched Daddy Horse in the gut with the business end of the barrel. He curled around the pain! "Take it!" Adriana stepped close to me. I gave her gun and focused on Daddy Horse. I switched hands on his throat. I wanted my right hand free to punch him. One! Two! Three! Daddy Horse lay unconscious on the ground. "Owww! Motherfucker!" I shook my right hand. "Jesus, that fucking hurts!" The girls watched me dance around the alley. I put the filter in full-silence mode--I didn't want to know what they thought of me as they heard me whine about my aching hand. Aching hands! Punching Daddy Horse in the stomach with the gun in my left hand hurt that hand too. The problem with being in transition between a reacting agent and an acting agent is that you can react then stop to consider whether thinking about the correct action wouldn't have been better. I stood above Daddy Horse's limp body. My hands seriously hurt! "What the fuck am I going to do now?" I said. "He has money..." Adriana offered. "No!" I raised my aching palm at her. "Don't even think it!" "I'm just saying! He has the most girls," Adriana told me. "His girls work the whole strip. He has to have a stash, even if his girls haven't been earning lately." Fucking Adriana! "So how about this," I said. "We go get his money, put it with the pile in my room, you girls pick up the pile, and go away. I like this plan! I don't get shot at because the other assholes aren't going to want to take you from me. I don't have to deal with questions like ... what the fuck do I do with a pimp I beat unconscious! Fucking brilliant plan! Let's go!" "No," Abby said calmly. "What?" I turned towards her. "No!" Abby looked away from me to the other two girls. Her eyes drilled Adriana. "NO!" We watched Abby take off her top then her bra. God, those tits!!! She pulled her white shorts down and stepped out of them. Holding eye contact with me, she pulled a ridiculously tiny pair of panties down her legs. She stood in the middle of the alley mouth with her hands on her hips, feet shoulder-width apart, and naked except for her shoes. Keeping my eyes trapped with hers, Abby handed Adriana the clothing before walking up to Lisa. Abby stripped Lisa slowly, giving me time to enjoy every new inch of exposed skin. I'd bought time with Lisa's naked body, but I wouldn't say I was familiar with it. Lisa lived in the average of the two other girls. Considering one girl was sexual perfection and the other was plain perfect, the average between them inspired wood between my legs. Abby handed Lisa's clothes to Adriana. The blonde knew she'd won when I stepped to the side to keep my eyes on Lisa's naked body. I had Lisa in the past but not since the change in my circumstances. Blowjobs weren't sex and suddenly I wanted nothing more than to watch Lisa's face while I fucked into her. One orgasm at a time, I'd make her forget Mickens! Abby stood behind Lisa. Her hands reached around to cup Lisa's breasts. Abby pointed Lisa's nipples at me; they were not reacting to Abby's touch. That wouldn't work! I focused on Lisa; her mind boiled with incomplete thoughts about Daddy Horse's assault on her and my attack on him. I closed the loop! "YOU WANT ME!" Lisa almost smacked the back of her head into Abby when she threw her hair back. Lisa's eyes widened, staring at me with lust she had not felt in a long time. "Now do me!" Abby said, staring into my eyes. I smiled--two girls together. I repeated the command to Abby. The girls shivered deliciously! I made them want each other too. "We'll be upstairs," Abby said. "Waiting for you!" Hand in hand, they turned around. A few steps away, Lisa spun around and ran back. She kissed me hard! Wrapping her leg around my waist, she rubbed her wet pussy on my hardon. "Hurry! Please!" she whispered. Lisa let me go, turned to Daddy Horse's body, and planted a high-heeled kick in the same spot he'd slapped her. She kicked him again before running back to Abby. The naked girls strutted across the street. I had no doubt the extra ass wiggling was for my benefit. Adriana handed me the girls' clothing when they were inside the building. Digging through Daddy Horse's pockets, she pulled out his car keys. She took the clothes back from me. I watched Adriana open Daddy Horse's car door and throw girls' clothing into the back seat. "So!" she said looking between Daddy Horse and me. "He probably has money." "Shit!" I kicked Daddy Horse in the stomach. Lisa had a good idea--it made me feel much better. Adriana stared at me; she seemed almost sorry for me. "If your first thought was to come down here and defend Lisa's honor, you're not going to give us up," Adriana told me. "You made Abby love having sex with you! Lisa is upstairs using Abby as a warm-up for having your cock so deep inside her pussy that she'll taste semen when you cum. You make out with me like we're high school freshmen who just discovered that boys and girls are different." "Fucking shit!" She looked down at Daddy Horse and shrugged. "Tonight, you're Lisa's hero. Don't ruin it by only going halfway. Total victory, Simon!" "You're playing me," I said. "Just because you didn't use your power to make me kiss you, doesn't mean you didn't make me kiss you!" she replied. "It was a pimp act, so be a pimp and take care of business." She stressed the word pimp, making it a curse word. I kicked Daddy Horse for good measure before dragging him to the car. The street was filling up with people again, but they were careful not to look at us. ------- I found a naked girl tied to Daddy Horse's bed. Not a girl like the way I called Adriana, Lisa, and Abby girls, but a real 'girl', one a couple years away from anybody except scientists calling her a woman. Her mother was duct-taped to a chair beside the bed. Adriana knew them--the mom's name was Hannah, the daughter was named Catherine. Adriana suggested, in her mind, that we untie the mom and let her take care of the girl. "I thought guys couldn't... " I mind-said to Adriana. "Hannah's one of his. He wanted to break Cathy to put her to work! The pimps haven't figured out that they have no place in the world anymore." It made Adriana calling me a pimp much worse. She put me in the same category of animal that lacked humanity! I left the females in the bedroom. Sitting Daddy Horse in a seat in front of me, I sat on the couch. Some time later, Cathy stopped crying. The women led her out of the bedroom. "If you do your thing to Daddy Horse, they won't have a place to sleep." I glanced at Adriana and looked around the apartment. "Cathy can't stay here!" Adriana insisted. "Shit on me!" Mother and daughter jumped in fear. They'd spent enough time on the street to quell whatever other reaction they might have towards me when Adriana shook her head at them. "Hannah isn't bad," Adriana said, studying the mother like the woman was on a sales block. "Steady meals and getting her off the drugs Daddy Horse likes to use to control his women would make her top-notch. If guys start paying again, I could take her with me to the City." "Used," I said. "What?" Adriana asked. She knew, but the two other females needed to hear it. "Daddy Horse is going away. Alaska, I think." I got the second part in quickly enough for the mom and daughter not to think I planned to kill him. "Have you changed your plans?" I asked Adriana. "Are you going to start your own agency now with Daddy Horse's girls?" "No," she replied. "Cut the rest loose! Actually, don't do anything. They'll come around after they figure out you must have gotten rid of Daddy Horse. I'll explain they're on their own. You can't take them all in." I looked at Cathy from the corner of my eye. "Any other kids out there?" The thought never crossed my mind until I saw a girl, who should be crushing on boy bands, tied to a pimp's bed. Adriana raised an eyebrow at Hannah. I studied the woman; dirty blonde hair, dirty brown eyes, and a tight body from depravation rather than visits to a gym. I didn't see the potential Adriana saw, but I wasn't interested in the mom. There was no redemption considering what I'd done and what I was probably going to do, but I could balance the scale where I could, like saving the girl. "There's a couple women with babies," Hannah said to Adriana finally. "But they're not good mothers." I suppressed the snort. "Don't turn them away when they come looking for me," I told Adriana. "We'll see if better circumstances improves their parenting skills." "These two have to come with us tonight, Simon!" Cathy was looking at me with a painful amount of hope in her eyes. I nodded to Adriana. "The super lives in room Two-A. There's a couple of empty rooms in the building," I said to Adriana. "Take the cash you found in the glove compartment, it's enough for a few months rent. I want the two ladies in a room tonight." I looked away as they gathered Hannah and Cathy's things from the apartment. "Does she need a doctor?" I asked Hannah before they left. She looked at her daughter and shook her head. The relief on her face told me Daddy Horse hadn't gotten started on the girl. He wanted to wait and let them bake in the thoughts of what he would do when he returned for the night. It doesn't take a hard penis to hurt a woman! "Are you in school?" I asked. Cathy knew I was talking to her so she nodded. "Do you like it?" Cathy shrugged. "I'll make you a deal," I said without looking at her. "Study hard and I'll do my best to make sure nothing like ... Study hard and I'll make sure you have a way out of this fucking shithole!" I wasn't talking about Daddy Horse's apartment. ------- I waited for Adriana to get back before working on Daddy Horse. He had more money than Mickens, a little over two hundred grand. I couldn't believe it! Adriana had Daddy Horse give me the number of girls in his stable. He'd been burning money with none coming in or there would have been more. Daddy Horse's two cars were going to add to the pile of cash in my room too. I wasn't going to be as generous with the car salesman either; I wanted the money to take care of Cathy's future. Adriana suggested I go back to the room. She'd keep Daddy Horse company at the bus station, with her finger on speed dial for my cell if he blinked. I sat in a chair watching Lisa and Abby. I felt too dirty to be in the same bed as those two beautiful, naked, sweaty bodies. Lisa let me wallow for a twenty minutes. She had an agenda and if it meant starting in the shower she was okay with it. I wasn't gentle; Lisa didn't care. Pinning her to the shower wall, I put her left foot on my shoulder. I fucked into her brutally, if not for Abby's warm-up it would have hurt Lisa. She grunted as I hit bottom. Her orgasm reminded me I had some balancing to do. I grabbed Lisa's chin, making her look into my eyes. Thrusting slowly but with power, I willed her to orgasm again and again. I had to hold her up by the third one! "Stop, Simon," she whispered. "Please stop!" Not the fucking, the mental commands for her to come. I closed my eyes, centering my attention on my dick. Her hands stroked my chest. My hips sped up; Lisa moaned, a much more natural sound than the screams from the orgasms I'd forced on her. She kissed me! Our mouths were locked together when I came. Lisa was right there with me. It felt like her pussy was milking my cock of cum. Abby watched us from her sleeping bag when I dropped Lisa onto my bed. I fucked Lisa in missionary. It was enough to be inside her and come. And then come again! Lisa took it all, every drop of semen as if she were banking it for future pleasure. I was asleep on top of Lisa when Adriana woke me up to say Daddy Horse got on his bus. Adriana kissed me. My temple. My cheek. My lips. I could see it in her mind. Different grades of pimp and I was more than few steps higher on the ladder than Daddy Horse. Whatever she thought of me, like Abby, she wasn't going anywhere, nor would she accept me sending her away. Not yet. Or at least not without a mental push, and Adriana had been right, I wasn't ready to give them up. Not yet. ------- Chapter 8 It took a couple of weeks for everyone to adjust to our new situation. ------- Two women with children came looking for me the next morning. They were not fond of Adriana, but I wasn't fond of their minds' smallness. Adriana knew how to put the new 'bitches' (her word!) in their place; the dual blowjob didn't do the job for me until Adriana lifted up her dress so I could play with her ass. The last bit drove into the women's minds that I played favorites. Cathy proved to be a trial--fifteen going on way too fucking mature! If Cathy had been born a boy, we would have the makings of a serial killer considering everything she had seen in her life, but instead she absorbed behavior patterns from her mom's lifestyle. She was old enough to think of herself as a woman and in her world only the pimp had authority. The women didn't help with Cathy! Adriana made Hannah understand who was the boss by making her blow me and have sex with me. I turned my head while doing Hannah from behind and saw Cathy watching the action. I didn't help my cause by taking Cathy and the other kids on a shopping trip. Their moms had done more to earn the money than I did! The next day I walked into Hannah's room to find Cathy lying on the floor doing her homework wearing only her new 'sexy' panties and a tight white t-shirt. As if buying her stuff more in line with her schoolmates tastes didn't put me on a pedestal, I had to take it a step further. I read in Cathy's mind that she hated the shared bathroom on her floor. Three girls and me were too much for my small room, so I swapped the living arrangements around. I took two rooms on the same floor that had a connecting bathroom and kitchenette. Hannah and Cathy moved into my old room. Cathy LOVED the private bathroom! My problems with the pimps weren't over. Mickens and Daddy Horse disappearing put me near the top of the street ladder, but there had been no witnesses to what happened. My girls weren't going talk either! Hannah bought a clue something strange was going on, but she liked her place as number four so if I said 'boo' she would have jumped and looked at Adriana for permission to come down. Things had always been ugly for the streetwalkers in my neighborhood, but the flow of money stopping made it brutal! Some pimps understood the 'no johns, no money' rule; most of them didn't have that much sense. One desperate idiot figured more girls would solve his cash problem since I seemed to be doing well. (On Cathy's shopping trip, Adriana convinced me to buy some nice items of clothing for myself.) He made a more violent and direct move on me than Daddy Horse. I put him on a slow boat to Somalia; the ship wasn't going to be docking in the country so he'd have to swim the last bit. Unfortunately, it added another three girls with children to my situation. I found cheap apartments for some tenants in my building to get the necessary room vacancies. Word got out that I took care of hookers with kids. J-e-s-u-s!!! By the end of the week, my stable was the original three girls and ten others including Hannah. Thank God, the room rents were cheap! The death of a hooker a few blocks away spurred me to take action. The neighborhood was going to explode if things kept going the same way! I took a Saturday off from Marco's and spent the night at my window. Some johns were still coming around, driving up and down the streets. They knew why they used to come; they just couldn't recapture the need that made them stop. I mentally pushed them into dropping cash on pussy. They were flush with money, so some came back for a second or a third helping. I made sure the guys had a great time and the women made enough bank to get the pimps off their backs. Adriana confronted me about it the next day. One night would only delay things she argued. She wanted me to do it again and again! At first, it was more practice. My range had improved to a twenty-block radius, but with 'my' girls the range was FAR greater and different. I could use my girls' eyes to see as if I were in the room with them. It let me be at my jobs and still make the men driving the streets horny enough to buy rather than window shop Adriana put the mothers back to work. I wanted to protest but ... quite frankly, it wasn't like they could get jobs as secretaries or some shit! Adriana kept Hannah off the street by telling her more about my powers. It let Adriana, Lisa, Abby, and Hannah work shifts at the windows. With Adriana cherry picking johns for 'our' girls, the cash flowed in enough to start building the pile in my room back up. My perfect brunette wanted to make the other pimps pay a commission too, but I killed the idea. Everybody was making money, which took the envious eyes off me. Cathy, again, proved problematic. She figured out I wasn't normal and what the window-women were doing for me. Wanting her own money, she insisted on taking shifts. She was also under the impression that being my eyes would bond us so I'd always be aware of her thoughts. I wouldn't call what she felt a crush, because it wasn't possible after whatever happened to turn people's sex drives off. She felt a more idealistic version of what Abby and Lisa did towards me. The moms REALLY did not like Adriana running the stable, causing more and more problems as the days passed. Adriana thought she could handle it; I didn't want to get my hands any dirtier. As with a most things during those weeks, Cathy brought things to a head. ------- Emilie's was closed for a couple of days so they could do a major cleaning of the restaurant. It left me with free afternoons; I spent one of them in the lingerie shop with the Asian salesgirl. I found myself making regular visits to the store to check if the Fab-Three needed anything new. I had covered one of the busboys on my normal day off so I didn't have to work that night either. Having developed a bit of guilt over my civic efforts, I didn't want to be in my room. Adriana had talked me into going town by town in the county to find guys who'd been regular shoppers on our streets. I built in mental mechanisms to make sure they'd come visiting. The triggers were a lot like Amanda's reaction to stress. For some reason, purely sex-based triggers didn't hold longer than a day. I had to tie their 'visits' to something other than sex and make them horny on-site. The pile of cash in my room was getting ludicrously sized. I would have paid the women more, but Adriana had a very strict pay scale. I couldn't find a movie I liked or a woman I wanted to spend the evening with at the mall so I went home. Cathy was in my room, doing her homework before she took a shift at the window. She was wearing a white-shirt ... and that's it. The thing stopped at the small of her back, leaving her ass exposed. She looked over her shoulder at me, smiled, and lifted her behind so I could get a good look at her pussy. There were a lot of lies I told myself since I had gotten sick and come out of it with a better life; I couldn't think of one that would make what I wanted to do Cathy sound less fucked-up. All the women (moms and my three) were in my rooms. At the sound of the door opening, they filtered into the room I used as my bedroom. I tried to convince the original three girls to use the other room as their bedroom, but nothing short of mental commands was going to make them move their sleeping bags away from my bed. I looked at Hannah. She was the only one unsure about Cathy's display; the other women wanted me to fuck the girl. They needed me to live down to my role! Adriana smiled at me; her mind was whirling, multiple tornadoes in an open field. "I may be a pimp, Cathy, but you're not one of my hookers," I said. "Put some panties on." "She has to earn her keep!" Adriana said. The tornadoes had been getting darker and darker recently. The pressures of running the girls and their defiance were getting to Adriana. "Hannah is her mom," I said. "She pays Cathy's way." Adriana fucking knew better! There had never been a thought in my mind that Abby, Lisa, and Adriana would walk the streets again since our new business venture began. Adriana had also kept Hannah aside purposefully to give her special status in MY eyes. Adriana knew Cathy was also special! I was no angel, but dropping trousers and doing a teenager in front of a hooker audience was too much. I found the kernel out of place in Adriana's mind. The mom-hookers were skimming money! Fucking Cathy would show them I was no better than Daddy Horse or Mickens. A nice pimp but still armed with the backhand slap of the trade! Adriana needed me to have her back, regardless that I would have preferred not to be a part of selling the women's bodies. "You're not doing anything here, Simon," Adriana said. "You just enjoy the fruits of them getting on their backs!" She was lining up her interests with the mom-hookers. The thing is that a part of Adriana believed it. It wasn't enough for her that I brought the johns back because ... I brought the johns back! It was a tight race for who the hookers hated more, the johns or themselves. "I'm not a pimp," I said. "I'm not making Cathy a whore." I didn't mean for it to come out the way it did, but they heard the 'like you'. Adriana slapped me. Hard! I could hear the minds of the women gasp and pull away. They did see me as a pimp, so they expected a particular reaction. After all, I'd told the truth. Adriana's mind was still. Abby and Lisa were quiet, whatever their place in my bed, they also saw me as their pimp. I backed up until I was leaning against my dresser. The moms' minds buzzed at my reaction. I was weak in their eyes for not beating the crap out of Adriana; Mickens and Daddy Horse would have put her in the hospital. "Cathy," I said. "Go to your room." Her chin went up! She stood by her mother, refusing to move. And there was the problem. The whore-dwarves hadn't come out of the forest to live in my castle--I was in THEIR world, trying to maintain snow-white hands. Their world had rules! The incredible thing about Adriana during this time was that she never favored one plan over another. She did not prefer any outcome to any other. Mickens or me. Daddy Horse or me. My choice to leave or... Adjusting to having real power takes time! Later, I would realize there were more options. In that moment, I thought it was as simple as leaving or doing what was expected of me. I sighed and looked at my right hand as I made the bunny head and ear with my fingers. Adriana's brow furrowed! The hooker-moms were smiling, thinking me weak and planning how they could steal even more money from me. A couple knew about the stacks of money in the bags under my bed. I snapped my fingers. 12 seconds--Adriana's legs crumbled. 27 seconds--Her upper body collapsed so she was lying on her back. 43 seconds--Adriana whimpered. 129 seconds--She screamed! 210 seconds--She begged for her mother. 417 seconds--She offered me the laundry list from the shower and more. Much, much more! 900 seconds--Bloodcurdling scream after scream! I made every woman in the room meet my eyes while the crazed animal on the floor continued to suffer--they got the message! I snapped my fingers. Adriana sat up fast. She looked around the room wildly. She turned her head to the side and vomited. A puddle formed underneath her, spreading slowly. The smell of feces assaulted my nose; some of the women gagged. Adriana puked again! Lisa and Abby looked at me. I nodded. They ran to their friend. Lisa ignored it when Adriana threw up all over her. They pulled Adriana's chemise off her shoulders. They made Adriana get up on her knees, so they could hold the piece of clothing over her ass to keep some of the feces trapped in place. The two girls helped Adriana to her feet. With their assistance, Adriana walked into the bathroom. A couple of seconds later, Lisa came out naked. There was still puke on her collarbone. She nodded to Hannah and pointed to the spot where Adriana had defiled herself. "Clean that up!" The women were afraid to move. Hannah started to pry Cathy's hand for her waist. "Hannah," I said. She squealed in fright. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and nodded without looking at me. "You're doing something more important to me by taking care of Cathy. Clean it up doesn't mean you have to do it yourself, just like I don't have to be the one to collect the money around here." I made the women who had been skimming meet my eyes. If I did not have an iron hold on their bodies, they might have pissed and shit themselves too. The floor was clean by the time the girls came out of the bathroom. Adriana was naked; she walked up to me on shaking legs. She didn't speak as she knelt at my feet. With trembling hands, she undid my pants. I wasn't hard when Adriana pulled my dick out. Her eyes touched mine when she gave the tip a kiss. Adriana took me into her mouth slowly. She sucked me like a straw, while her hands stroked the part of me not inside her mouth. I pushed in deeper. She had a plan though. Adriana always did! She pulled me out until only the head of my dick and an extra inch was in her mouth. Adriana's hands pumped my length while her tongue caressed the head of my dick. It wasn't forgiveness for what I had done, but I pretended. (I didn't bother looking to see if Adriana thought I had done something wrong or not.) It let me enjoy the feel of her hands, the way her hands urged me to cum, and the look on her face, which I couldn't have described as anything other than capitulation. When I hardened more, Adriana's tongue and hands moved faster. She felt the moment arrive! Her tongue stopped moving; her hands kept at their task. She looked up at me. Cum filled Adriana's mouth. She kept staring at me as her hands encouraged my dick to empty my balls on her tongue. She waited until I was done! She waited until I could concentrate on her and enjoy the sight of Adriana swallowing my cum. She dropped her head back so I could see her neck as she took my seed into herself. Adriana opened her mouth to show me that I was a part of her now. I stood up straight. Grabbing the back of Adriana's head, I fucked in and out of her mouth. She gagged but didn't protest. Her hands went around behind me, stroking the back of my legs. I fucked into Adriana's throat. She gagged again so I reached into her mind to make her relax. She took me deeper on the next stroke. I fisted her hair. Holding Adriana still, I fucked the prettiest face I had ever seen. She made no complaint, continuing to hold on to the back of my legs. It was faster than the first blowjob; I felt it building. She whimpered sexually, feeling the tension in the muscles of my legs. I pushed in as deep as I could and held. Adriana moved her head to massage my dick with her throat and tongue. I shot straight down her throat. Adriana swallowed my second load! When I let her go, Adriana wrapped her sleeping bag around her body. Curling around my feet, she cried. It took twenty minutes for her to fall asleep. Abby and Lisa looked scared. For Adriana though, they were not scared of me. In their world, it had been deserved. "She's going to be okay," I told them. "How do you know?" Hannah asked. She WAS afraid of me and for her daughter. "She never cried out for her daddy," I replied. All the women stared at me. "Adriana had a normal life, until the night daddy raped her. He took her virginity, made her clean the blood of his cock with her mouth, and then he raped her ass. It went on for hours before he fell asleep. She put on the same clothes she wore the day before and ran out of the house. She never went back! I think I will, with some friends who aren't put off by man-action as long as they're the ones laying the pipe." Abby had been abused, emotionally and physically, but not sexually. Lisa had fallen in love with the wrong man. A couple of women in the room had similar stories to Adriana, a brother or an uncle. "You ladies have the night off," I told the moms. "Take the time to consider whether you want to continue working for me or not." Hannah might have chosen to leave if Cathy had not perched on the window to take a shift. Abby and Lisa enveloped Adriana with their bodies. It was a couple hours before I could work myself free of Adriana's grip. ------- Chapter 9 I wanted to feel guilty. I should have felt guilty. Adriana's blowjobs made it impossible to think about what I did to get them on the regular menu. ------- The pimps recognized the new respect the women had for me; they also noticed Adriana's change in attitude. The top of the criminal ladder is attacked in times of hardship and prosperity. The disappearance of three pimps, the women walking the straight and narrow, and the taming of a 'bitch in heels' gave the pimps a good reason to go looking for smaller fish. I wondered if that wasn't Adriana's plan all along! I had more control over the women than their previous pimps, but I took better care of them too. Things with Cathy were still up in the air. Hannah didn't run, so thonged or naked teenage ass and pussy ambushed me regularly. I made an attempt to find Cathy someone age-appropriate, which only landed me in deeper water. I walked Cathy to school one day. School buses didn't come to our neighborhood so Cathy had a long hike every morning. I wanted to make sure the more dangerous elements in our neighborhood knew Cathy by face and kept their distance. The High School was a shithole, a laughable fact considering the Grecian exterior--faux monoliths and all! The damn thing was at one of the highest points of our city so it could be seen from a distance. Several decades before, the builders and planners thought they were building a true center for the development of young minds. Fully aware of my powers now, Cathy kept a running commentary going in her mind about the teachers, classes, and her classmates. With her sexuality broken, I was flying solo in my project to find her a boyfriend. I should have done better recon! Cathy had gym class early. Searching for a good teenage boy to pair up with Cathy proved much harder than finding a hot teenage girl in a high-school gym class. Cathy managed to be more helpful in this department, pointing out a few senior girls who should immediately feel the need to shower. Standing at one end of the shower, I watched female bodies in the full bloom of their youthful glory getting wet. I didn't notice for a couple of minutes that Cathy stood naked next to me, stroking my dick. I did not fuck Cathy or let her blow me, but none of the girls Cathy picked out made it to class for the rest of the day. When I got home, Cathy was doing her homework naked in my room. Hannah appeared not to have noticed the escalation, going about her window shift as if her daughter was not offering my dick a warm, wet, and tight pussy to fuck. ------- My powers had seen another range expansion; I could read minds clear across town. Thirty blocks! The range was much greater by a couple of miles with any female who worked the window in my room. The voices got louder, requiring me to rebuild the mental filter. Cathy's campaign to get me inside of her continued unabated. The pimps were making eyes at my girls again. Thankfully, Adriana found a way to discipline the mom-hookers. It involved my body at key moments--actually, my hard dick. Whips and chains weren't my thing, but I could tolerate a lot of personal discomfort to avoid using my powers to rectify any attitude problems. The Asian salesgirl ... pregnancy scare! The pile of money became two piles of money. My already abnormally sized libido grew in lockstep with the range and sensitivity of my powers. If I went more than three hours without relieving the pressure, teenage horny male logic took over my thinking. I needed a break! ------- Adriana, Lisa, and Abby enjoyed dinner at Marco's. Since the girls thought the prefix menu was 'special' and I had garnered too much attention already, I did not splurge. The waitresses were curious about my dates. The girls wore their Sunday best, which meant less exposed skin but still enough to shock most churchgoers. Mary proved to be the most curious again, even sitting down to talk to us. I made sure the restaurant manager thought nothing of Mary's friendliness. Adriana's mind questioned Mary's restlessness around me. I did some things without noticing them anymore! Adriana smiled at my blush; she shrugged. None of the women cared about the details of my sex life. In fact, Adriana appeared more surprise that I'd kept my dick out of Mary. "It's not just Cathy," Adriana whispered to Lisa and Abby. The girls shook their heads, almost as if they were disappointed with me. "You're being cruel," Lisa said, patting my hand and nodding towards Mary who was bringing our desserts. "It's not like she's having sex with her boyfriend," Abby said. "Everybody stopped having sex except you and the people you want to have sex with." "I told you before--bang her!" Adriana said, taking her first bite of bread pudding with a rum sweet sauce. "Bang who?" Mary sat down. Her blue eyes were as wide-open as she could get them. I read in Mary's mind that she had a good idea who would be banging and being banged. I'd been making Mary horny but not making sure her boyfriend could take care of her needs. I admitted to my intention in the situation--I wanted Mary. I wanted Cathy too, so my search for a boyfriend to match with her was never going to end in success. ------- The girls reacted to the ballet like four-year olds on Christmas morning. Abby was pure emotion from beginning to end; Lisa wished with every cell to be one of the dancers. Adriana fell asleep halfway through, the most relaxed I had ever seen her. They were hyped after the show ended. I thought nothing about going back to Marco's for some drinks. I wanted to extend the happy moment as long as possible for them. Mary was an hour from getting off-shift. The girls talked her into pawning the remainder of her tables on a co-worker. Adriana offered to replace any lost tips, but Mary needed a break too so she was game. She came back from the locker room wearing a white t-shirt and canvas-looking sweatpants. Taking the beer out of my hand, she took a long swig. I smiled, having only been nursing it and happy to give it up for her company. I had no desire to mix booze with my mental powers. The girls' party got rowdy. With a little help from me, they were playing the males at the bar like fiddles. (I dusted the men with a little mental juice so they could play the part of scratching posts.) I had to control people's annoyance at the noise and keep a lock on the men's attitude about the night not going anywhere for them. I lost the girls when the restaurant started closing down for the night. I had been following an interesting train of thought by a doctor, who took a break for the night from a government project researching the societal effect of everyone's loss of sexuality. His mind didn't paint a pretty picture! I felt better though--people in power knew something was wrong. A couple of the other waitresses joined me at the bar and asked about Mary. My mind knew the girls were in the bathroom. The filter sometimes proved problematic, like knowing things without being aware of it. As I walked towards the bathroom, I tried to think of a better way to block out the sounds and keep access to the information I needed in other people's minds. The pimps were going to get bold at some point, so I needed an early warning system. The scene in the ladies' bathroom stopped my thinking cold. Mary had her back to me. Her pants were pooled at her feet. Mary's ass filled Adriana's hands as the girls kissed. They were kissing! Hearing someone behind me, I turned around. Abby winked and locked the bathroom door. Lisa was sitting on the sink watching the action. Those two girls did not appear to be participating so I could stop thinking about them to free more brain cycles to process the fact that Mary and Adriana were making out. And Mary was half-naked! The two girls had moved by the time I turned back to them. Adriana was sitting on the sink; Mary stood between Adriana's legs. My perfect brunette's hand pushed Mary's t-shirt up to cup her breasts. Mary's breasts were in the B-cup range but from her squirming they were in the Z-range of sensitivity. Adriana looked at me from the corner of her eye; she directed me to Mary's ass. God, what a behind! Mary had stepped out of her pants on the way to the sink. She wore a pair of teal thong panties. I walked forward and stood behind Mary. I reached down to run my nails from the back of Mary's knees, up her hamstrings, and over her asscheeks. She groaned into Adriana's mouth. I'd teased myself! All those days of knowing Mary got horny around me! Putting my hands on the waist of her thong, I peeled the cloth down her ass. I knelt; Mary lifted one foot and then the other, letting me take the panties off her body. I tossed them aside! Grabbing her asscheeks, I spread them. Her scent pounded me! Mary was ready to fulfill the promise of many shifts working with me. Abby and Lisa worked my belt and pants so I wouldn't have to let go of Mary's ass. My cock pointed right to where I wanted to be. Lifting Mary a little by her ass, I lined us up perfectly. Mary broke the kiss with Adriana when the head of my cock fucked into her. "Yes! God, fucking yes!" I forged into her, deeper and deeper. Hitting bottom, I pulled back and drove in harder. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" Mary whispered. Wrapping a hand around the front of her throat, I pulled her to the side until I could see her eyes in the mirror. We stared at each other as I fucked in and out of her. Eyes and ass, Mary needed nothing more to seduce me! My strokes got harder, lifting Mary a little each time I fucked to depth. I spread my legs to get better leverage. Mary locked her legs together, arched her back, and rotated her hips up to give my dick a better angle. No more eye contact! No more mirror! I wanted to fuck! Mary screamed as I rammed into her. We were almost there! I closed my eyes and let my hips go. It was a very different thing to be drilling a woman I'd wanted for so long and to have her loving every second of it! Mary's pussy squeezed down hard on me. I fucked into her deep and held. She quivered and convulsed as pleasure jolted through her. When she calmed, I fucked in and out of her again. She felt it before I did. Mary circled her hips as I thrust into her. It was the last straw! Putting my forehead on the back of her head, I lost myself to the feeling of my dick moving in and out of Mary's pussy. I wanted it; more importantly, Mary wanted to feel my pleasure from inside her. One more thrust! I pulled back and threw myself from the cliff. ------- The girls were quiet on the cab ride home. I stared out the window, watching the streets. The doctor in the restaurant didn't know about anyone like me. Being sick, everyone not having sex, my mental powers! It was too much to be unrelated. Why wasn't the government having very public meetings? Why wasn't the no-sex thing on every news channel or channel that pretended to be about news? The cabbie dropped us off at the front door of our building. I'd tweaked him to overcome his natural fear of going that deep into my neighborhood. I stood on the sidewalk, watching through his eyes to make sure he got out safe. The girls waited, obediently, by my side. I felt the pimps' eyes on the three hookers and me. They wanted the girls bad, but my entire stable rebuffed any recruitment attempts before a pimp could get into his flow. The girls followed me up the stairs and into my room. Hannah and Cathy were at the window. I took a shower before lying on the bed. It was a little sad that Cathy didn't think she had the right to be resentful for being left out of the trip; a sadder thing was a teenage girl who could hide her angst from anyone other than a mind-reader. The hookers' number one topic of conversation was me, so my first three had told Hannah and Cathy about the latest development by the time I got out of the shower. They were nervous about Mary, much more so than Amanda or any of the non-hookers that I fucked. Abby, Lisa, and Adriana stripped. Strutting to their sleeping bags, they sat down with their asses on their heels. Hannah looked conflicted between joining the girls and staying at the window. Cathy was about to lose it--not going to the ballet was one thing but the thought of losing me completely put her mind in a tailspin. The three had noticed that fucking Mary was different; she made it real! I could have anyone and anything I wanted. I sat up and spun towards the girls. The ground was cold under my feet. I stood up, dropped my pajama bottoms and kicked them aside before sitting back down on the bed. My hard cock waved at the girls. "I don't want things to go back to the way they were," I said to them. "It's fucked up! The shit is going to hit the fan eventually because whatever happened didn't just happen here." I stared at them. My mind told them what was going to happen tonight. I wanted the three of them! Adriana's mouth, tongue, and throat. I wanted to feel them on me as she drank my cum. Abby's pussy. A sex-doll hooker coming the second my sperm coated the walls of her box. Lisa's ass! I hadn't taken her there before, but she would love every second of my dick laying the final claim on her. "I guess it's selfish ... I know it's selfish, but I like this world. I'm not giving a fucking thing up, especially any of you!" ------- Chapter 10 With the help of good nutrition and what passed for a more concerned hand, the mom-hookers looked better than ever. Adriana recruited very attractive new women who'd been agency escorts before the sexual de-revolution. She filled my building with hookers! The landlord didn't care; he got fewer complaints since I had the cash to take care of any problems. The two piles of money would have become three if not for my freer spending. Unfortunately, a pimp kingpin draws attention from circles other than street pimps and hookers. ------- Mary avoided me for a few days, which I found amusing. She felt guilty about the bathroom encounter. It had not ended at me doing her from behind or with her on the sink counter and her ankles on my shoulders or with the double blowjob or... My instruction to feel horny around me didn't help her guilt. The best part was when she tried to play it off like nothing happened. The mind reading gave me an upper hand--I also pretended it didn't happen and drove her into a minor self-esteem crisis. I pushed her a bit more by making one of the other waitresses interested in me. Mary really did not like that shit! She liked it even less when I brought the lingerie shop sales girl around on dinner date. Mary cornered me near the bathroom to rail at me about being a dog and treating those 'wonderful' girls badly by cheating on them. I pointed out that they had no problems with me fucking Mary. She let it all out on me! I had to clamp down on the restaurant patrons. Mary caught me by surprise with her anger and confusion. I knew right away it was about more than what happened between us. Mary's and her boyfriend's lack of sexuality affected their relationship. With only the intellectual to fall back on, they did not suit each other. I was thinking about it as I approached the door to my rooms. Could there be love between a man and woman without sex? Maybe for established couples who had intertwined their lives and whose love made a foundation out of companionship. New couples weren't forming and less established couples like Mary and her boyfriend were falling apart. Deep in thought, I opened the door. A naked Adriana was between a sitting man's legs licking his scrotum. Obviously, my new filter was too stringent! Abby, Lisa, Hannah, and Cathy sat on the bed. They stared at the gun on the desk beside the man. "Adriana," I said. "He seems to be having a problem. Help me show him how it's done." The man's dick was limp as could be. I rifled through his mind to find why he went to sexual abuse--maybe he was like me! "Not sex!" I said surprised. "You like to hurt women ... and men." "No!" I commanded when he lifted the gun. "Put it down! Lisa, the gun, please." I held out my hand. Lisa walked to the desk, picked up the revolver, and gave it to me. Adriana got my pants open enough to pull my cock out. She looked over her shoulder at the sitting man and pointed my hardening dick at him. "Fat man, this is a cock! A piece of MAN-MEAT that will make even a whore's pussy wet when she looks at it!" She guided me around so he would have a good view as she took me in her mouth. Deep. Deeper! "He said Cathy was going to be next," Hannah told me from the bed. She stood up and put her arms around the fat man's neck from behind. Hannah put her mouth right next to his ear to make sure he didn't miss the next part. "Considering our lifestyles, you should fuck my daughter, Simon. She should know the difference between a man and a fat piece of shit." Hannah bit his ear hard. Her teeth were stained with his blood when she went back to the bed. Adriana squeezed my balls to get my attention back to what really mattered. "Don't move, asshole!" I commanded the fat man before looking down at Adriana. I liked to drive when Adriana had me in her mouth. She usually concentrated on relaxing and taking it well. This time though, she gave me the eye contact that Lisa preferred. Adriana's brown eyes stared up at me as my dick stroked in and out of her throat. Her hands rubbed the side of my thighs. I grabbed the back of her head with the hand on the opposite side of the sitting man's view. Holding Adriana's head still, I pushed my hips forward slowly. Adriana gagged, adjusted the angle of her throat, and took me in. Her eyes were fixed on mine! I felt her tongue extend out from her mouth to lick my balls. "Jesus!" I hissed. Adriana pulled her head back until I popped out of her mouth. She gasped in a lungful of air and staked her face on my cock again. Her eyes told me she was going to stay in that position until she passed out or I came! She circled her head a little bit. It was more than I could take. "Jesus!" Cum poured out of me. Adriana shifted her body down; it felt like I was hosing semen straight to her stomach. She moaned around my dick. Hannah jumped from the bed and shoved her hand under Adriana. My perfect brunette's nails dug into me as she tried to keep giving me pleasure while her own body exploded in orgasm. Cathy tucked my dick back into my underwear and did up my pants. She kissed me before going back to her position on the bed. I sat across from our visitor. "Let's have it, fat man!" The interesting thing is that that the people most likely to need cops are the ones least likely to trust them. The fat man was a cop, a very dirty cop! He represented a consortium of police officers that made sure the animals stayed in the zoo. One of the fences they kept around the neighborhood was a 'tax' paid directly to the consortium on any profits from criminal activities. The consortium heard about my new enterprise; they wanted their cut. "Say that percentage again," I told him. "Forty percent," he said. "Are you fucking kidding me?" I looked at the girls for confirmation but most of them shrugged. Adriana tilted her head back and forth. "They only charged Mickens thirty percent," she said. "They must know how well we're doing or how well we're going to do once I get the new girls walking. Agency girls are so fucking lazy!" "What happens if I don't pay?" I asked him. "You die," he replied simply. I went through his brain. The fat man was the muscle for the group; they knew he liked hurting people. I dug a little deeper--Cathy wouldn't have just been licking his balls. "I want to talk to your boss," I told him. "Arrange a meeting!" He nodded and stood up. "No," I said. "We're not done, asshole!" A knock on the door caught everyone's attention. "Come in!" I yelled. Twenty guys walked in: pimps, street thugs, and a couple of passing johns. "Clear a space for the boys to work." I told the women. I pointed to the other room. "When you're done, go get some beer and pizzas for them." A few minutes later, the women trooped back in. Lisa stared from the guys to the cop. "What are you going to do, Simon?" The cop and the guys followed me into the next room. The women stuck their head in the doorway to see what I had planned. "Take off your clothes, fat man." He shook his head. His eyes went from guy to guy. I'd let his mind know what was going to happen to him. Whatever he thought about it, his hands obeyed my command. "Gentlemen, you too." Within seconds, twenty hard cocks were pointed at the naked, fat man. "You're their fat fuck until every semen cell has been drained out of their bodies or they're passed out from exhaustion!" I said into the fat man's mind. "You will love every second of it and you will hate every second of it!" I looked at the twenty guys. Closing my eyes, I cocked the mental hammer. "FUCK HIM!" The fat man screamed as twenty bodies piled onto him. I walked to the door and grabbed Adriana's chin. Turning her eyes up to me, I pushed her into the other room. I kept going until the back of her legs hit the bed. "Don't take everything from me!" she whispered. I pushed her onto the bed. She looked at me and shook her head. I pulled my shirt off. Adriana tried to back away. Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I put her back in position. "Please, Simon," Adriana said as she watched me undo my pants and push them down. "At least, put on a condom!" I smiled down at her. She knew it was a lost cause, but she had to say the words. Adriana needed me to take; she couldn't give it, not after what her father had done to her. Putting my arms under her knees, I lifted her hips up to my dick. Adriana closed her eyes. She had never been more beautiful; those perfectly sized breasts, her flat stomach, the touch of hair at the top of pussy, and her glistening pussy lips. My cock didn't need help to find Adriana. I sank in like we had been doing it for years. I hit bottom! Adriana shifted her hips and took me to the hilt. "Look at me!" Adriana's eyes opened. "Cum!" Her body bowed upwards. Adriana's hips moved against me. The walls of her pussy squeezed me. Her motion rubbed the tip of my dick with her depth. "Cum!" "Cum!" "You're mine, Adriana! Fucking mine! That motherfucker is going to pay for touching you!" "Cum! Cum! Cum!" ------- "Next time, do that to her," Lisa said from the window. "What?" I asked. Lisa pointed to Adriana, who'd crawled out of my bed and onto her sleeping bag. "Do that to her instead of whatever you did with your mind when the moms were skimming." "I don't think that's punishment," Cathy said. She was at the door between my room and the next. "I would do a lot of bad stuff if I was going to be fucked like that for it!" "I didn't mean to go that far," I said. "Adriana..." "You're having fun with her," Hannah said. She was at the window station looking out at the street. "You have fun with all of us." "I'm sorry," I said. Hannah turned towards me and shook her head. "It's okay! You're not hurting us, except for that time with Adriana. I think you would have preferred to leave rather than to do what you did to her. She made you do it to her instead of one of us because we need you and she was the only one who could get over it." I stared at Hannah. "You're never going to do anything as bad as what her dad did to her," Hannah said. She tilted her head towards the other room. "And if that's what you'll do to a guy who just made her lick his balls, then okay..." "Okay, what?" I asked. "Cathy can do a lot worse," Hannah said looking into my eyes. "And not much better, 'cause if I could do what you do, I wouldn't be taking care of a building full of whores." "They're done," Cathy said from the doorway. We'd been waiting a few hours. "He's not going into my shower!" Abby yelled when she looked into the next room. She ran over, jumped on the bed, and licked me from the bottom of my ball sac to the tip of my dick. "Please, please! Don't let him shower in my bathroom! He's disgusting, Simon!" I think Lisa must have been giving the other girls lessons. Abby rarely met my eyes when she was sucking my dick. She usually concentrated fully on acting and reacting to tiniest vibrations of my dick to give me the most pleasure she could. This time, she stared right at me as held my dick straight up and rubbed the bottom of my crown against her tongue. The fat man was like something out of a porn horror story! I closed my eyes so as not to look at him. Lisa ran into the bathroom to puke. "Get out! And don't forget to tell your boss that we need to meet." I put my arms under my head and lay back. It was a little unfair to give Adriana all those orgams and leave the other women out. "Abby, Lisa, Hannah ... Cathy, CUM!" ------- Chapter 11 I used to watch fat people transformation shows and wonder if it was always in them or did they change? Did they change on the show or was the real change their decision to try? I understood the sex! I had thought about fucking Mary, Abby, Adriana, Amanda, every other good-looking woman in my acquaintance circle, and some of the not-so good-looking ones too. A pudgy, going-nowhere guy who lacked a good sense of humor didn't get a lot of opportunities so paying for Lisa had been as far as I got. Some things, like the three pimps, followed from what I knew about myself. I sent them as far away as I could, out of sight and out of mind. The rest though ... I can't find in the person I had been; punishing Adriana, making twenty guys gang-rape the fat cop, and what would come later. Did I change? Had this person always been deep inside me? ------- Adriana gave ground gracefully with no reluctance or spite. It made for better sex in my life, which I wouldn't have thought possible. Three girls bent over the edge of my bed! I had to get over any remaining qualms about Cathy watching the action. Of course, it wasn't enough to just let it go, I tweaked Cathy so she enjoyed it, which only made her more determined to be more than a spectator. Hannah found her niche in my group. She'd been a hooker longer, so her mental bank of perversity outmatched the other women. She decided to be my director of games. I didn't know she was interviewing for the position! ------- "Take the next exit," Hannah said. "Why?" I asked. "Don't read it in my mind," Hannah said. "I want to surprise you." "What?" Cathy jumped between the front seats of the car and stuck her ear near Hannah. "Tell me! Tell me!" "You need a nicer car," Hannah said, pushing her daughter back. "Not in our neighborhood," I replied. "You can make people ignore it," Cathy said. "For the usual street folks," I said. "But we're getting a lot of traffic." "Left at the light," Hannah said. "Get a better car and pay for parking in those garages a few blocks from Emilie's." "You have the money," Cathy said. "And can I borrow the car?" "You're not even close to the driving age," I said. "I'll be sixteen next week," Cathy announced haughtily. "I can get my permit." "Next week?" I asked. "A right up here! Go about halfway down the block and stop," Hannah instructed. "What are you going to buy me for my birthday?" Cathy asked. Her fingers touched my neck; she moved to sit directly behind me. I twisted my neck, giving her more access. Cathy gave the best massages! "What do you want?" Pulling into an open parking spot, I looked around the street. "I want to know that you wouldn't give me up either," Cathy said very softly. I turned around and stared at her. She smiled; I nodded. The answer to my question should have been obvious to me. "That one," Hannah said, pointing to an apartment building and stepping out of the car. I had to rush to catch up to her as she opened the building front door. I controlled the temptation to sneak a peek in her mind or the residents to find out where this was going. "Apartment 2B!" Hannah poked a mailbox and snapped her fingers. She grabbed my hand and led me into the building. Leaning against the doorframe, she traced the 2B before winking at me. "Here you go, Boss-Man!" "Hmmm?" "Mary lives here with her boyfriend," she informed me. "Oh!" I looked up and down the stairs to give myself time. "What are we doing here?" "You want Mary," she said. "But you want to keep having fun!" "Mary has a boyfriend," I replied. "Nobody is boyfriend and girlfriend anymore," she said. "You been zapping them, but you don't really want to. You want her; you just think making them break up is a going too far." I shrugged. "You're going to win, you know," she said. "You're going to break Adriana. Lisa and Abby will eventually give up any thought that you're going to share them when things go back to normal. Not that shit is ever going back to normal! You're going to fuck my daughter next week for her birthday." I leaned back against the stair rail. "You're the only one playing the game, Simon," she continued. "You're the only who knows there is a game!" "You seem to be aware of it," I pointed out. "Don't try it with me, Simon," she said with a hopeless smile. "I've been doing this since before Cathy was born. You're having fun NOT giving people direct commands, but that's what you're going to have to do with me." I nodded slowly. "How did you find out where Mary lives?" "Adriana likes to be prepared." She smiled. "It's a little harder when you're standing in front of her door, isn't it?" "Yeah!" I snorted. "So what's the plan?" "They're going to break up eventually," Hannah said. "We could have a little fun in the meantime, and you get to fuck Mary again." "I'm listening." "The boyfriend could start thinking the solution to their relationship problems might be opening up a little sexually," she said, stroking the 2B. "Like partner swapping." "Who the fuck would want to share ... Oh!" "Maybe Mary won't like it at first," Hannah said. "But if he lets her pick the partners, she might think it's a chance to get together with a certain big-cocked co-worker and stick it a little to her boyfriend for wanting to share. I've been told he doesn't match up well to you in the dick department and with a little help from you he'll spend the whole night listening to her make sounds she's never made with him. By 'he could think and she might think' I mean that you could make them think those things." I listened for minds in the apartment. Mary's boyfriend, Matt, was inside. I'd put the thought in his head before I realized I wanted to do it. "You already did it," she said with a snicker. "It's not as hard as you think," I said. Hannah's brow furrowed; she turned towards the door. I stepped up to her, put my hands on her hips, and turned her completely to the wall. Pressing her against the wall, I circled my hands to the front of her shorts. "I had to ask Adriana," I said, undoing her belt and shorts button. I pulled the zipper down. "I had to ask how to make her mine. And Lisa. And Abby. Nobody had to tell me about you." She pushed back at her hips. The shorts slipped down her legs. I pushed her panties down far enough to be out of my way. Spreading her asscheeks, I ran a hand between them until I could touch her pussy. My mind ordered her to get wet. I stared down her back. Hannah had nice legs, long and muscular. She hadn't gained as much weight as the mom-hookers, just enough to smoothen the sharpest edges of her body. I unbuckled my belt; the pants were loose enough to drop. Hannah's hands reached around to pull me out of my underwear. "You think this is enough!" she whispered in challenge as my dick touched her pussy. I grabbed her asscheeks, lifted her to a better angle, and spread Hannah open. My dick found her sweet spot. I slammed forwards and up! Hannah grunted, turning her face so her cheek was against the wall. I hit bottom inside of Hannah, pulled back, and fucked into her hard. "Cumming isn't going to make me your bitch!" Hannah hissed. Grinding my hips, I spread her asscheeks more and tried to get deeper into Hannah's body. "That isn't enough, big boy," Hannah said. "You won't be the first man to fuck my ass!" I wrapped my arm around Hannah's waist. Pushing up her shirt, I pressed my palm against her stomach. She was more muscular than Adriana. I followed the centerline of her abs down past her pubic bone until I could press against her clit. My other hand went around the front of Hannah's throat so I could pull her head back. She gritted her teeth as we stared at each other. "You think you're bad!" I said, fucking into her and pressing her hips against the wall. "But you're the easiest!" She grunted as my cock pressed against her cervix. I pushed against her ass to keep the tip of my dick pinned inside her. "Do you feel that?" I whispered. "You're going to pray that you die before me so you never have to take a single breath of air without me in your life." "Bullshit!" she growled at me. I pulled back and pushed back in. "I'm going to give you a second chance!" I whispered, feeling her body push against me. Her eyes widened in confusion. "You fucked your daughter up so bad that her heart's desire is to have me this deep inside her." I pulled back and thrust to depth. Hannah's eyes turned hard; she put her hands on the wall and tried to push me off. I pressed forward, flattening her against the wall. My dick almost vibrated inside her as I gave her a couple of hard strokes before I pressed the tip against her depth again. "Tell me, Hannah," I whispered. "Are you sure you've been taking your birth control pills?" She screamed! "Ignore it!" I sent out to all tenants. Hannah pushed against the wall, trying to dislodge me. I forced her hips flat against the wall and stroked deep into her body. She screamed again as she reached back to claw at me with her nails. I slipped my hands under her arms and moved them up until I had her in a full-nelson. "Please, don't!" She begged. My next stroke lifted her completely off her feet. I pinned her to the wall, her feet barely touched the ground. "I can't, Simon!" she whispered. "Please, I can't!" "I'll be with you every step of the way," I said, accenting each word with a thrust in and out of her body. "I'll be in your mind, making sure you get it right with our baby, Hannah!" She felt it: my dick thickening, the extra impulse to my thrusts, and my breathing speeding up. Her knees went up the wall, trying to crawl away from what was coming. Taking her with me, I stepped back until I could lean against the rail. Hannah was impaled on my cock. I rotated my hips under her to get the fullest penetration. Hannah screamed as she felt liquid heat inside her body. ------- "I've been taking my pills," Hannah said. She was on the floor at my feet. "For a little longer," I told her. "I wouldn't want Matt to get you pregnant." She nodded slowly and pulled her panties up. I smiled, reading the turmoil in her mind. ------- Chapter 12 I could have spent a year or two enjoying the adorable cuteness of Mary trying to build up the courage to invite me to a foursome. From the questions she asked, it was clear Mary wanted Adriana as the fourth. I was not going to share Adriana! I could have dropped a push on Mary to get her to think about Hannah, but instead I upped how horny she got around me. "Are you going out with anybody?" Mary asked me the next Thursday night. I smiled, "You met Adriana and the girls. We're sort of involved in something." "So it's not serious?" "I think we're having fun," I said. "I lost the weight; I want to enjoy myself a little bit before I think about something serious." "With one of them?" she asked. "Then I'd have to choose," I replied. "You've been with the three of them," she stated. "They know," I said. "Like I told you, they want fun, not labels." She nodded slowly before walking away. I wasn't scheduled to close so I had to trade the opening shift on Friday to stick around and see what Mary would do. At the end of the night, she was surprised and relieved to have me closing with her. Mary was refilling the salt and pepper shakers on the tables while I set them up. "What kind of fun?" she asked suddenly. "Excuse me," I said, straightening up the last table before turning towards her. Mary grabbed my hand; she led me through the kitchen and to the upstairs locker room. I could hear Paul, the manager, in the office. I zapped him quiet so Mary wouldn't be interrupted. "Remember the bathroom?" she asked. "You and me?" "Yes! Of course, Simon!" she slapped me on the chest. "Yes," I said. "I'm never going to forget it." "Would you like to do it again?" She didn't meet my eyes. I reached out to lift her chin so she would look at me. "Absolutely!" "Even if my boyfriend was there?" Her blue eyes shone with confidence about my answer. I backed up slowly. We stared at each other for a minute. Mary wore a smile with the slightest bit of wicked to it. "You're going to have to run that by me again and with more detail, Mary," I told her. "Matt and I are looking for a little fun," she said. "He knows about me?" "No, and we can't tell him!" she replied quickly. "He wants to ... maybe ... I guess share is the word." "Share what?" "Me," she whispered. "Okay..." "But he wants you to bring someone to share with him." "He doesn't know me," I said. "I think I met him a couple of times. Why would he want to 'share' with me or have me 'share' with him?" "No, it's not like that," she said. "He wants to have you fuck me and he gets to fuck your girl." "Mary, he doesn't know me." "I picked you," she said. "Oh!" "Matt wants to ... you know, have fun," she said with a shrug. "I get to pick the guy though and I can say no if I don't like the girl." "Okay," I said. "You were thinking since we've already..." "He doesn't have to know that!" "Umm! I don't want to be crass but you and I have had good sex already," I said. "What do I get out of this? He gets a new girl!" She put her hands on her hips. "Just kidding!" I smiled. "And we had great sex," she said, raising her eyebrows. "Yes," I agreed. "Great sex!" "Look, he's going to insist and..." "So fucking what?" I said. "He can insist himself out of your life, Mary." "I'm not ready for that yet," she said. "So it's like letting him get even for what happened with you and me, plus maybe he can decide it's not what he wants." "You think there's a chance after this?" I said. "We're going to have sex, probably in the same room. You're going to watch him stick his dick in another woman and vice versa." "It could be fun." Mary's hand rested on my chest for a second before drifting down. "I'm free tomorrow!" ------- Dinner was awkward. I zapped Matt a little too hard with the horniness. His hands were all over Hannah. She knew I had made everyone oblivious to our presence, so she let him touch whatever he wanted for however long he wanted. Mary sat quietly, watching her boyfriend manhandle another woman. I was going to put an end to it and rethink the situation when Matt asked for the check and told me the party should move to their apartment. Mary took my hand to lead me out. At their apartment, I had to mentally stomp down on Matt's horniness or he would have blown his load before Hannah got him out of his pants. Mary sat next to me. Her hand played with my hair absently as she watched her boyfriend maul Hannah. Matt got naked but didn't want to wait for Hannah to do the same. He pushed her skirt up. His smile was ravenous when he saw that she had not worn panties. Matt folded Hannah in half and thrust blindly with his hips. He missed! Hannah reached around her leg to place him at her pussy. Matt grunted when the next thrust drove him into her. I turned to look at Mary. She was disconnected from the action in the room. Her emotions seemed at a distance. I had instructed her to get horny and she was ... but only slightly. Another emotion was much stronger--resignation. Matt's grunts got higher pitched. He was thrusting faster. I ordered Hannah to orgasm with him. Matt whined as he pushed his hips against Hannah one final time. A minute later, Matt turned his body and look at Mary expectantly. I met her eyes. Her smile to me was a little sad. I read in her mind that she wanted to get even with Matt for making her do it. I was the one 'making' her do it, but what I read in her mind was something I wanted to happen. Mary opened my pants. She moved closer so she could push my pants and underwear down. I raised my ass. Mary got off the couch, took off my shoes, and stripped my lower body of clothing. She knelt on the couch beside me. Leaning down, Mary grabbed my cock and held it straight up. She turned her face to look at Matt. Mary kissed the tip of my dick. "So big!" she whispered loud enough for everyone to hear. "I've never seen one this thick." My dick got harder in her hands. Matt's eyes widened. I relayed into her mind what Mary wanted to see on her boyfriend's face: anger, resentment, disappointment, jealousy, insecurity, and inadequacy. With each kiss and lick, Mary got hornier as her boyfriend reacted exactly like she wanted him to. Mary's hand massaged my balls. Her other hand held my dick in place. She took me into her mouth. Mary moaned and moved her ass restlessly. I pushed up with my hips. "Not yet!" Mary said to me, pulling her mouth from my dick. "There will be time for that later." Her hand squeezed my ball sack. Mary kissed me as her other hand jacked my dick slowly. She moved down! Her mouth covered the head of my dick. Mary went lower and lower. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked on me. She knew how much I wanted her! Mary's mouth moved up and down my dick. She moaned and whimpered. I made her hornier and hornier. Her ass moved in circles. She didn't want me to touch her so I stretched my arms out on the back of the couch. Mary pulled up and used both hands to jack me. She spit on my dick and licked the saliva back into her mouth. Pre-cum wet the head of my dick. Mary held my dick still and leaned down. She groaned as she licked up all the juice meant to add lubrication to our joining. "Give me more!" she ordered. "Give me all of it!" I did! I grabbed Mary's hair and forced her head down. She didn't fight me; her mouth accepted the invasion. Mary created a seal with her lips. Her tongue moved aggressively on my dick. I held Mary's head still and fucked upwards with my hip. Her ass shook! I thrust up, let my hips drop, and thrust up again. Mary's mind told me what the final insult would be. She wanted her boyfriend to see her do something she had never done for him. Holding Mary's head in place, I fucked her face. My thrusts got more frantic, but Mary did not complain or try to stop me. "Take it!" I yelled. "Take it!" I thrust upwards one more time. Mary swallowed the first shot of cum. My hips dropped and went up again. Mary moaned around my cock and a mouthful of semen. I ordered Mary to cum. Mary did not get up when I finished. She lay down on her stomach. My still hard dick rested on her cheek. Mary stared into her boyfriend's eyes. Mary stayed in that position and watched her boyfriend fuck Hannah doggie-style. ------- "That wasn't what I expected," Hannah said as we walked up the steps of our building. "She blew you once and her boyfriend did me for a good two hours. You could have made her do more. I know you want to fuck that ass!" "I changed my mind," I said. "It was fun but..." "What?" Hannah blocked my door. "I was doing it all," I explained. "They weren't REALLY feeling those things. I mean they were, but I was making them." "So what's the difference?" she asked. "You make us feel those things." "No, I don't," I replied. "I make you feel horny." "Oh!" she said thoughtfully. "You were making her boyfriend jealous. You were making Mary enjoy her boyfriend being jealous." I nodded. "I was making Mary want to get even with her boyfriend for something I made her boyfriend do." "Too complicated!" she agreed. "Better to break them up and drive her crazy because she wants you to fuck her brains out every time she sees you." "That's what I was thinking." "I'll have to keep that in mind," she told me as she opened the door to my room. "You don't like complicated." "I like complicated as long as it's simple." She turned in the open doorway to stare at me. "You know what I mean..." I looked over Hannah's shoulder to my bed. Cathy lay naked on it. "It's her birthday," Hannah said as she stepped out of my way. Cathy was asleep on her stomach. I approached the bed slowly. Standing over Cathy, I studied her. She had a very cute ass! Adjusting my view, I looked between her asscheeks--a very pretty pussy too. This was the simple kind of complicated. I'd made Cathy want me. Driven her to try to seduce me. And she had. I took my pants off. I'd been hard most of the night watching Matt do Hannah over and over again. Straddling Cathy's thighs, I pushed my cock down. Cathy must have woken up when I got on the bed; her ass tilted up. My dick touched her pussy. I thrust downwards hard. Cathy's head went back. She grunted as I drove deeper and deeper into her. "Yes!" she hissed when I hit bottom, pulled back, and thrust in hard again. She came on my third thrust. Without thinking, I made her cum with the next thrust. Cathy's hands pressed down on the bed. She twisted her upper body around so she could kiss me. My tongue invaded her mouth. I couldn't hold on any longer. Wrapping an arm around her body, I rested my weight on Cathy's ass. "Yes..." she whispered against my mouth as I grinded my hips on her asscheeks. My dick pulsed in Cathy's pussy. I pulled back and thrust in. Cathy screamed when she felt my dick thicken. Heat jetted into her pussy. Cathy came with me! "Just like them, right?" I asked Cathy when my orgasm passed. Staring into my eyes, Cathy nodded. "Good!" I said, levering my upper body up. Grabbing Cathy's asscheeks, I spread them so I could watch my cock as it fucked Cathy's pussy. Five women in my room--mine to fuck whenever and however I wanted! ------- Chapter 13 The next day went from amusing to deadly serious in a few minutes. ------- I fucked Cathy in numerous positions on Friday night. The birthday girl was satisfied and assured I wouldn't be giving her up anytime soon. The Mary thing bummed me out! I knew the best thing was to leave her alone. I'd been supporting her relationship for my benefit. She would be happier with Matt out of her life. At Emilie's Restaurant, Amanda took me out of my funk. She needed some mental downtime from her studies. I tuned her up and went with the flow. She spent the entire brunch service flirting with me. Most of it was with words, but she snuck in a few touches and caresses. By the time our shift ended, I could have driven nails with my dick. Amanda had no interest in waiting to get to a room. She drove to the railroad tracks behind town. It was a good spot; I barely had to keep people away. Amanda guided me around to the front of her car. While I leaned back on the hood, Amanda sucked the first load out of my body. I didn't take off my clothes, but Amanda wanted the risk of being caught naked. She sat on her car while I fucked her with long, slow strokes. After my second orgasm, I was done playing. Leaning Amanda onto her car, I fucked her hard! She pressed her forehead against the hood and reached around to spread her asscheeks. I wanted to hold on but her submission tuned me up harder than I had done to her. I came and continued fucking Amanda. The girls drove me everywhere so Amanda had to drop me off at Marco's. Mary was in the parking garage when I got out of the car. "Another girlfriend!" Mary bit the words off. Before acknowledging Mary, I waved to Amanda as she drove off. "Actually, no," I told Mary. "Abby, Lisa, Adriana, Hannah, and Cathy are my girlfriends. I can't deny it anymore since we're having sex and they live with me! Amanda doesn't have the time for a boyfriend; she just needs her pussy scratched every now and then. It helps her sleep better." Mary slapped me. She put nothing into it, physically or mentally! I watched her ass as she walked away. As 'luck' would have it, I got stationed in Mary's section. She didn't say a word to me as we prepared the tables for a couple of parties. When we were done with all our pre-work, I stood leaning against the wine rack watching out the windows. Mary stood a few feet from me; her mind was still. I thought about digging deeper, but I took her not thinking bad things about me as a victory. I'd done a lot of messing with Mary's head. She didn't know, so it wasn't like she could be angry at me about it. I did expect some of the anger she felt towards Matt to bounce onto me. It didn't though! Mary was emotionally neutral about my 'supposed' role in the sharing fiasco. Too neutral! I shook my head as I scanned my co-workers and the people around the building. Everyone was too fucking neutral! As I was pulling back into my mind, I touched a mind that was thinking some very strong thoughts about me. The hostess nodded at the flashed badge and led the three men into the restaurant. One of the men sat down at the table and gestured the two other men towards the kitchen. "There's no reason," I said, sitting down across from the first man. "Decided not to hide?" the man asked me. "Take a hike!" I commanded the two standing cops. The sitting cop frowned as he watched them walk away. "I did ask for this meeting," I said to him when he faced me. "Lieutenant Williams." He stuck his hand out for me to shake. I looked at the hand. "Hold still!" I rifled through his mind. "Fuck me!" I did NOT like what I saw in his mind. This motherfucker was only there to find out where I stashed my money! In his mind, I saw my execution. I don't know how I expected things to go with the dirty cop consortium but certainly not what he planned for me. Sitting back, I looked at the ceiling. "How much money do you have on hand?" I asked him. "Five hundred thousand," he told me. "We haven't made a deposit in some time." "Deposit?" I asked. "Our take," he replied. "I hold all the accounts for the group." "How much are in the accounts?" His answer floored me; I fell out of my chair! "Adriana!" I shouted mentally. "I need you here." "Coming!" Her mind whispered to me. "Go get the cash you have on hand!" I told the cop. Straightening my chair up, I shook my head and waved over Mary. "Are you okay?" she asked. "Get me something hard and old to drink," I told her. "Tell Paul to come over too." I could have done it from where I sat, but Mary having to hunt the restaurant manager down gave me time to think. ------- "What's going on?" Adriana asked me after she sat down. "Wait in the car," I told Abby and Lisa. My tone of voice straightened their spines. I spoke to them like pimp to his girls! I shook my head when Adriana opened her mouth. Mary put the same thing I was drinking in front of Adriana. "I need your mind," I told Adriana. She nodded slowly. The buzzing of her mental voice kept me grounded. She was thinking so loudly and fast that I couldn't think. Adriana raised an eyebrow when the cop sat down. "This is Lieutenant Williams," I said to Adriana. "He is the fat fuck's boss." "Show her what's in the bag." I ordered. The Lieutenant opened the gym bag enough for Adriana to see the cash. Her only reaction was to scratch her eyebrow and shrug. "We have at least that much, Simon," she told me. "The dirty cops keep the balance of their money in off-shore accounts," I said. "What did you call it, Lieutenant?" "Our retirement fund," he replied. Adriana tapped her finger on the table. "How ... much?" She didn't fall out of her chair, but she drank down the shot in front of her. "You want it all?" Adriana asked me. "WE want it all," I replied. "Don't we?" "I don't care how fucked up people are, Simon--someone is going to come looking for that much money." I nodded. "He could give me all the names in his group. I could make sure they become very incompetent about finding it." Adriana's smile dazzled me. She was without a doubt one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen and the joy in that smile only made her more beautiful. "He needs to disappear," Adriana told me. "He's a cop!" I said. "Not like that," she said. "He runs away with the money." "Oh!" "It'll give his friends something to focus on," she explained. "We're the only ones who will know where he is. He'll be our banker." "My range is growing but not that far. He has to get fucking GONE if this is going to work," I told her. "Somewhere tropical," she said with a nod. "The only commands that wear off are sexual ones, right?" I shrugged. "So far!" "You're not going to give him sexual commands," she said. "He's not even going to have the account information." "I don't get it?" "He's our agent, so we don't have to go to the bank ourselves," Adriana said. "And so no one can connect us to the money! Make sure he calls us every week so we know your instructions are holding." "But if my control doesn't stick..." "That's why he won't have any of the account information, Simon," she said. "If we want the money, we have to tell him all that stuff. Every time! Order him to not remember anything after he does what we want." "So 'no call' won't matter because he doesn't know anything," I said with a nod. "And we are not really involved, so it will be a bitch for anyone who finds him to connect us," she said. "I can make sure no one finds him though." Adriana shook her head. "That much money! They're fucking big, Simon! Someone is going to figure it out. I'd bet someone already has and these guys already under investigation. We clear all that shit up if it looks like he ran with the money and screwed his buddies over." "To be honest, Adriana, I kind of thought we were going to take all that money and run ourselves." She folded her arms under her breasts and took a deep breath. "I want to but..." "You don't have to do the escort agency if things go back to normal," I said. "I empty these assholes' mind and we take off." "To where?" she looked at Mary. "What if this doesn't change?" "We have the money!" I said. "What if it's worse somewhere else?" She asked. "This is going to get ugly, Simon. What if there's other people like you out there?" My muscles locked up. I had thought of some government agency finding out about my powers, but about someone else having them too. "We're safe here," Adriana told me. "I'm not saying we don't find a beach later and you keep us all in tiny bikinis." I looked at the Lieutenant. The county was my home turf. The dirty cops were a major threat and doing things Adriana's way would secure my hold on the county. Things were too big! I didn't know how or why I started to read and control minds. "He gives us a way out in an emergency," Adriana told me. "Put the county on lockdown and if somebody breaks into the safe then we run to him." I wasn't a thinker, but I had a very bright mind sitting next to me. "Think it through." I stared at Adriana. "All the way through. Plan A, B, C ... C minus, D plus." Adriana put her hand on top of mine. I tried to follow her thinking; I got dizzy fifteen seconds in. "Just tell me what to do," I told Adriana. "Get the details of their crimes, especially the murders," Adriana told me. "You need to be able to bury the others if they're already under investigation." I nodded before turning to the Lieutenant. "Do you know if your little group of psychopaths is under investigation? If not, who would know?" ------- It took a week to set things up. The Lieutenant got us meetings with all the cops involved. Adriana had not bothered to tell me it couldn't just be cops so I was a little surprised when we had to have sit-downs with a few other people like lawyers, judges, and politicians. I interrogated everyone involved about the details of their crimes. With 'honor among thieves' not being a functional code of ethics, a few of them had real evidence on the others. It took some time to find out that no one was investigating the consortium. I threw a celebratory orgy after that bit of good news. Considering how much we had to do to put Adriana's plan into play, I had nearly panicked at the thought of having to quash a major investigation after the Lieutenant 'ran' for it. One less thing to worry about! Adriana and I had a bit of a fight over who would go see the Lieutenant settled down in his new home. I learned not to argue with a genius. Waiting was the worst! Adriana understood if she missed a call even by a minute, I'd be on a plane so she always called early. It didn't help! I fucking ripped entire portions of the Lieutenant's personality out; I made it so if Adriana told him to stop breathing, the motherfucker would die, but ... At the end of the day, I didn't know anything about my power and Adriana was out there with him. The only thing that kept the worry at a distance was sex. Only in a pussy could I bury my thoughts of Adriana. I stood Abby in the middle of the room. Her body was so ridiculously sexy! Big breasts, trim waist, wide hips. I ran my hand over her body. My fingers explored every orifice. Abby stared into my eyes as she sucked on my fingers. She cried out in pleasure when I bit her nipples. Biting harder only made her scream louder! Her pussy was shaved. I put my hand on her mound possessively. She was wet when my fingers pushed into her pussy. I popped my fingers in and out of Abby's box. She spread her legs a little wider to give me room. Her head dropped back as the action of my fingers brought her closer to orgasm. I pulled out and walked behind her. That fucking gorgeously large ass! Abby came when I assfucked deep into her in one stroke. Adriana called me from the airport--they were taking different flights. I picked Cathy up. She wrapped her legs around me. I kissed her as her pussy took my cock in. Cathy was light enough for me to bounce her on my dick. We were in the middle of her school showers. A dozen girls surrounded us, waiting their turn. I decided they'd have to wait for another day; Cathy's pussy felt too good! She wrapped her arms around me when I told her she would be the only one. Cathy put her face against my neck. She moved her ass, urging me to fuck her faster. I spread her asscheeks and shoved a finger into her virgin ass. It wouldn't be virginal when we left the shower. Adriana called from the bank; the Lieutenant was behaving. Hannah's ankles were on my shoulders. I was stroking in and out of her ass. I had her bent in half with all my weight pushing my dick deeper into her ass. She had never liked it, but my power made her orgasm harder and longer than ever before. I pulled my hips back; Hannah whimpered when I fucked into her much slower than before. She wanted to feel my cum inside her; her mind begged for me to cum. Hannah changed after I told her I'd make her have my child someday. Every new day, more of her fear turned to anticipation. The consortium's money was the last straw! She knew our baby would have every advantage she couldn't give to Cathy. She wanted the baby so much now that the warmth of my cum inside her body, anywhere inside her body, had become Hannah's favorite thing in the world. Hannah's hands stroked my hips; she stared into my eyes as her mind begged me to give her what I had taught her to crave. I thrust faster and faster until I flooded Hannah's ass with my seed. Adriana called from the hotel; the Lieutenant had called us after the first week in exile ... exactly as I instructed. She was coming home! Lisa would always be different. It was one position that never felt the same with the others. Lisa was on her back. I lay on top of her. Lisa's legs were wrapped around my thighs; her arms hugged me; her hands ran up and down my spine. I moved my hips and fucked as deep into Lisa as the position allowed. Lisa rubbed her nipples against my chest. We didn't make a sound! The difference was how relaxed I felt, as if as long as I was in the comfort of Lisa's arms nothing would happen outside of their circle. With Lisa's body carrying my weight, I could be the guy who had paid for her time AND the guy who commanded her to orgasm as my cock stroked one last time before erupting into her womb. Adriana didn't even close the door. She stripped naked as soon as she foot in my room. "I missed you." She looked up at me from the position kneeling between my feet. I was naked; my cock stuck out from my body like a loose pipe. Reaching down, I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her mouth to my dick. Millions of dollars. I didn't need the money to feel like millions though. The look on Adriana's face as I pulled out a few seconds later! I stroked my dick, aiming the head into her open mouth. She stared at me, at peace as she waited. Adriana came when my cock filled her mouth with cum. She came again when she swallowed it. Millions of fucking dollars! ------- Chapter 14 Millions of fucking dollars! ------- The restaurants had become my haven. I barely had to pay attention anymore to keep the streets outside my room window 'humming' with activity. I didn't even need the girls since my range had increased; I could cover the county from either of the restaurants. After the money, things changed, not externally but internal to the girls and myself. Adriana was more relaxed, especially around me. I never caught any more thoughts of her escort agency or running away. Lisa and Abby had fully set into their new life. Hannah spent most of her days reading baby books and magazines. Cathy was trying to figure out which of the local colleges was the best for her--'best' being defined as a good school that kept her conveniently close to my cock. To be honest, the thorough change in their life view stressed me. The millions of dollars stressed me more! I felt guilty about the money; I wanted to 'give back' but having the bad cops confess might point someone to the missing money. Giving to 'charity' in my neighborhood would make me a target. I settled for keeping a closer eye on the county so I could squelch the worse things that might happen--like a particularly nasty serial-killer wanna-be who decided to make his first 'kill' attempt on a female cop fresh off the gun range. (He died; she became a local hero.) My time in the restaurants felt easier to manage. I could think about fewer things and even the differences to my activities in the restaurants were easier to accept. I fucked a lot of the clientele! Emilie's customers got a special amount of attention since the lunch and brunch crowd mostly consisted of wealthier stay-at-home moms. Amanda also decided a 'preventive' application of sex was better than waiting to get stressed out. Okay--I decided! Marco's offered a greater variety of women. I never knew who would walk in next! The bar got major business as soon as I started goosing the sexual drives of anyone who stopped in for a drink. We became the 'singles' hot spot for the county. Mary was still peeved at me. It lost most of its steam when she figured out she was really angry with Matt and not me. A couple of weeks after we stole the consortium's money, I walked around the restaurant looking for Mary. She should have been at work! I had stopped in a corner to search for her mentally when my cellphone rang. "Hey," Adriana said. "Can you over to Mary's house?" "Now?" I asked. "Yeah ... I think now would be a good idea. Don't peek either!" Twenty minutes later, a busboy arrived to take my shift. I biked to Mary's apartment. The door was unlocked so I walked in. The furniture was gone! Adriana and Mary sat on a blanket in the middle of the living room. Mary had her head on Adriana's shoulder. Mary's eyes were red from crying. "Hmmm..." I didn't know what to say. "Matt moved out," Adriana told me. "Would you believe he took everything? Mary's the only one on the lease too!" I frowned. "I have a plan." Adriana's mind whispered. "What plan?" Adriana looked from Mary to my crotch. "I like the plan!" I said mentally. "This is place is so expensive!" Mary cried. "I can't afford it on my own." "Don't worry, baby," Adriana whispered, stroking Mary's hair. "Simon can help you." Mary pulled away from Adriana. "I can't! I can't take his help." "He's got the money, sweetie," Adriana told Mary. "He's a busboy!" "I have the money, Mary, " I said. "I would ... I would love to help you in any way that I can." "It wouldn't be right," Mary said, staring at me. Her blue eyes were so gorgeous! Adriana wiped the tears from Mary's cheeks. "You know Simon would do anything for you, Mary! You know why!" Mary blushed. "It wouldn't be right," Mary whispered to Adriana. Adriana glanced at me. "He's a man," Adriana said. I repeated her words mentally to Mary--adding a little zing. "You know he wants you. Desperately!" Adriana leaned over and kissed Mary's neck. "You want him too!" Adriana kissed a path up to Mary's earlobe. "He's just helping his friend. His lover!" Mary leaned back and then forward to kiss Adriana. "You'd help him, wouldn't you?" Adriana asked. "If all Simon wanted was to have you and me naked on a bed ... HIS bed ... you'd give that to him, wouldn't you?" I made it a statement in Mary's mind. An order! "I don't have a bed anymore," Mary whispered against Adriana's lips. "That would be your bed, sweetie." Adriana's hand cupped Mary's breasts. "That would be Matt's bed. Simon wants us on his bed!" Mary looked at me from the corner of her eye. She stared at my hard dick for a few seconds before smiling at me. "Are you going to buy yourself a bed to put in your new apartment?" Mary asked me. "It's your apartment too, right? If you're paying the lease, I just live here, kept in style by my ... lover." "I brought cash!" Adriana projected to me. "This is a nice place," I said looking around the apartment. "We need a good furniture store." Mary knew a place. I tried not to look at the prices! Thankfully, Adriana had things well in hand. She corralled a sales woman, the prettiest one in the place, to help us. The saleswoman got nowhere with Mary though. I liked the stuff she was showing us, but Mary turned her nose up at everything. "Aha!" Adriana exclaimed in her head. "Goose the saleslady, Simon!" I shrugged and made the saleslady's girly parts tingle. "You don't understand," Adriana told the woman. "This isn't Mary's bed. It's Simon's bed; it's his bedroom!" The saleslady looked from the blushing Mary to me. "Oh!" the saleslady said with wide eyes. "Simon won't be spending many days or nights at Mary's place," Adriana said. "He wants her to have constant reminders that she has a man in her life. One who takes VERY good care of her!" The saleslady led us to the more masculine section of beds. The ladies watched my eyes as we walked through the store. This particularly large oak bed set caught my attention. It was so dark as to be almost black! "It wouldn't work," I told Mary. "It's very male!" "We'll take the whole set," Adriana said. "Is this the mattress?" "You can certainly buy higher quality," the saleslady said quickly when she saw Adriana's frown. "Over there," Adriana said to me, pointing to a different section of the store. She turned her eyes on the saleslady. "I think it would be best for everyone if we got all the furniture for Simon's new apartment today ... of course, a mattress needs a test ride!" I didn't need any hints about re-enforcing Adriana's words with my power. "Multiple times," the saleslady told me, sliding her hand along groin. "I have to be absolutely sure that you're getting the perfect mattress." Adriana and Mary picked out the rest of the furniture while the saleslady helped me find the best mattress to fuck and sleep on. ------- Money is equally effective at convincing people to do things your way as mind control. The store managed to get us same day delivery at only triple the delivery costs. Considering how much money Adriana and Mary spent on the furniture, I grumbled about the manager putting the stuff on his back and carrying it to the apartment if that was what I wanted! At least, I didn't have to lift a finger; the girls set a lounger chair in a corner and let me watch the furniture being assembled. I mentioned the lack of electronics to Adriana--mistake! More money had to be spent to rectify the situation. I would have felt bad about spending so much but none of the women thought of it as 'their' money. I made a mental note to start college funds for the hookers' kids. It was the middle of the night before the shopping and apartment arrangement got completed. Well--the shopping! I got the feeling that if I didn't find a few guys to help Mary set things in their 'exactly' perfect place, I would end up doing most of the moving myself. "We're ready," Adriana said from Mary's bedroom door. She was naked, freshly showered! "I thought we were leaving," I said. "Mary knows this isn't the same relationship as with Matt," Adriana said, walking up to my chair and taking my hand. "He was her boyfriend! You're the man keeping her in a lifestyle she wants to become accustomed to." Adriana's hands stripped me. "And you don't have to worry about her pleasure," Adriana told me. "I gave her everything she needed in the shower." "I missed the show?" I asked. "That's so not cool!" We walked into the bedroom. Mary was on her knees on the bed; she was faced away from me. Her hands were squeezing her asscheeks. Adriana grabbed a bottle of something and poured of the contents on her hands. She spread it on my dick. Lube! "You might have spoiled it for yourself," Adriana whispered. "Mary knows what you want. Her boyfriend wanted it too, but she is giving her ass to you!" I got on the bed and crawled to Mary. She looked over shoulder at me. Her skin was still moist from the shower. I straightened and pressed against her back. My cock slid up the valley of her cheeks. I reached around and grabbed her chin. She turned for me to kiss her. Mary moved her ass so it rubbed my dick. She had the best ass! I'd admired it since I started working at Marco's. Mary knew it was a great feature so she always wore pants accentuating it. "Don't!" Mary whispered. "Don't hold back!" I felt a hand on cock. Adriana forced the steel bar down. I moved my hips back. Mary sighed a couple of seconds later and pushed her ass against my dick. Adriana had me locked on target. Grabbing Mary's hips, I pushed forward with my hips. Adriana must have prepared Mary for this too; her ass was receptive to my pressure! I sank in deeper and deeper. I wasn't going to hold on long! I pulled Mary back and I thrust into her ass. She leaned her head back onto my left shoulder. I hitched my hips hard, getting every millimeter of depth from Mary's ass. "You were right," Mary said, turning her face towards Adriana. The girls kissed. "It was better to loosen me up a little. He feels so good!" So good? So good! It wasn't enough; I wanted Mary to love it as much as I did! "It feels fantastic!" "You love it, Mary!" "You'll cum with every stroke of my cock in your ass!" Mary did love it. Her hands reached behind to grab my hips. I pulled back and pushed forward. Mary cried out her pleasure! Adriana knelt at our side. With one hand, she reached down and stroked Mary's clit. With the other, Adriana reached under my ass and caressed my testicles. Mary quivered as I pumped my cock in her ass! She was doing what I ordered, orgasming every time my hips struck her ass. The last one was the best! I wrapped my arms around her torso, pulled my dick back, and slammed into Mary's ass! She screamed! My balls emptied into Mary! ------- Mary lay against my back. She'd fainted with the last orgasm. After Adriana cleaned me up and drained my nuts further with a blowjob, we lay down in the bed. Mary pressed up against me and threw her arm over me. Adriana's fingers were stroking my face. "We should go," I told her. "I'm fine here," Adriana said with a yawn. "It feels good, like nothing bad has ever happened to me. I'm just a normal girlfriend." "We're in bed with another woman," I pointed out. "Normal girls don't do that?" she asked. "How do they keep a man?" I kissed her nose. Adriana yawned again. She cuddled closer to me. "You need to make Amanda and that Asian salesgirl move in here," Adriana whispered. "Stella," I said. "Stella Chan." "Yeah," Adriana replied. "Mary would feel a little better about you 'paying' her rent. It would also be more convenient to have your mistresses in the same place, like your girlfriends." "We could move here," I suggested. Adriana shook her head, rubbing her nose against my skin. "We're safer where we are, Simon. No one will think twice about a pimp! If we spend some money, we can really fix up the building too. You just have to keep people away, which should be easy if you get the pretend-gangbangers to hang out in front." "More plans?" I asked. "Let's start with getting your other two bitches moved in here," she told me. Adriana was asleep a few seconds later ------- Chapter 15 Juggling a multitude of women is harder than people tell you. It wasn't the physical part. I'd kept changing, but I wasn't going to visit a doctor and create documented proof of the differences though. My chest was broader; my abs packed sixes; my arms and thighs were bigger. The scariest part was the height! I had grown at least three inches taller. I could accept the rest since I was eating much better and getting a lot of 'exercise', but the height thing ... not even close to fucking natural! The women couldn't keep up with me sexually. After awhile, I realized none of them wanted 'multiple times a night, every night'. I could have made them go with it, but there were a lot of women so I could spread the loads. Trying to be fair was the hard part! It required a lot of thought, which had never been my strength. I had to be careful about playing favorites except where appropriate. The hookers understood that Abby, Lisa, and Adriana were special to me. Hannah and Crystal accepted they weren't at the top of the pile, but they wanted to be treated like it. They didn't need to be my absolute favorites as long as I ... I didn't fucking get it! I wondered how guys who couldn't read minds ever dealt with women without going crazy. At least, the mistresses were a little easier to manage since they saw themselves as the 'other women' in my life. ------- Mary opened the apartment door. "Honeys, I'm home," she yelled, closing the door behind me. "We're in here!" I located the girls mentally; they had gotten started without us in Mary's bedroom. I didn't visit every night and most nights that I did, it was to be with one girl. I made sure to rotate through girls! Spending more than one night in a row with the same woman amounted to bad karma for me. The girls must have talked about it because they had a buffet planned. All of them, every way! Mary stripped and walked into the bedroom. I went to the kitchen, drank a bottle of water for extra hydration, and dropped my clothes. I had to be fair, so I started in Mary's mouth! She had seen Abby's oral technique and insisted that I be more forceful. Amanda and Stella watched as I throated my cock in Mary. The first few times had been rough on the redhead, but she learned to adjust. A little mental tweaking helped her relax! With her hands urging me on, I face-fucked Mary. I worked my way through the other girl's oral skills--Amanda then Stella. Amanda got my cock in her pussy first! She lay on her back; my feet were on the floor. I had Amanda's knees in the crook of my arms as I leaned over her body. My hands held Amanda's biceps to keep her pinned on the bed. I was pounding her box hard and fast! Amanda's neck was arched; her eyes were rolled towards the back of her head. She grunted with every thrust! I fucked her harder and faster! She whimpered! Amanda's entire body seized when my cock thickened. I bathed the inside of her pussy with semen. Stella and Mary usually preferred different positions when more than one girl joined in a sex-fest; they liked to give me variety! This time they wanted exactly what I'd given Amanda. Fair is fair, so I did Stella and then Mary exactly how they wanted me to! For the ass portion of the night, Stella was on her knees. Her arms were folded under her body; her left cheek was pressed against the floor. My cock fucked slowly into her raised ass! I fucked to depth and then pressed in deeper by resting my weight on her ass. Stella took it like a champ! Mary and then Amanda took it in the same championship fashion. ------- I sat in the living room. The girls had passed out after the three-way blowjob encore. I'd made them cum with me; I probably added a little too much force to the order since they were laid out on Mary's bed completely dead to the world. I couldn't believe I was still horny! What the fuck had happened to me? No matter how much sex I got, it rarely held me more than a half-hour before I was RARING to go again. I should have gone home, since it was easier to get extra action with two more women than in Mary's (my) apartment and a plethora of hookers if I couldn't fall asleep. Instead, I set my mind questing. It was late at night, but ... I smiled--I hadn't even left the apartment building! Two minutes later, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find a couple of naked college girls smiling at me. "Hi!" they said at the same time. They held up cups to me. "Can we borrow a few cups of semen?" ------- The college girls had been 'wild' before people stopped fucking so I felt a little more confident in keeping them for the night. Of course, the other three women finding a pair of chicks in bed with me precipitated a taste test of the new pussy. I'll admit the last part was my idea! It was noon before I got home. I hadn't been paying attention! The girls were also getting much better at keeping things from me. They knew what would trigger the filter and a deeper look from me, so they kept calm through what happened to them. I walked into my place to find Hannah, Crystal, Abby, and Lisa sitting on my bed. A swarthy, scarred man sat across on a chair, watching them. "Stop!" I ordered when he went for a gun. I turned the filter completely off. A shooter was across the building from my window! I stepped to the side a moment before he pulled the trigger. "JUMP!" We heard the window crash and the thud as he hit concrete. People outside screamed! I put the filter back up as soon as I swept the area for more trouble. I couldn't find Adriana! "Where is she?" I asked the guy in my room. "Gregor has your woman," he replied in a heavy accent. German or Russian! I didn't bother asking him; I reached into his mind and ripped out what the plan had been and more specifics about Adriana's location. Gregor's home was out of the county and beyond my range! Russian mob! They wanted my money; they wanted my business; they wanted my girls. "The roof. Head first. Jump!" I told the asshole in my room. He walked by me. Lisa and Abby followed me to the car. ------- Adriana was fine. Pissed but fine! Scared but fine! Lisa had driven. Abby opened the car door for me. Gregor's guards smiled as I approached. "Open the doors." They did it. "Come inside." I said, entering Gregor's abode. "You survived," a shirtless bald man said from where he sat on the sofa. "Good! I get to kill you myself!" "Are you okay?" I asked Adriana. She sat in the corner on a folding chair. "No," she replied. "I'm talking to you!" the bald man yelled at me, standing up and pointing a finger at me. "Sit!" The bald man's eyes opened wide as he planted his ass back on the sofa. Two guys were sitting near him. Bodyguards! They looked from the bald man to me. "Did they hurt you?" I asked Adriana. "A little," she replied. "They grabbed me rather tightly!" "You didn't call for help," I said angrily. "You needed to know where this was going," she told me. "Adriana," I said in a low throaty voice. "I can read minds. I don't need you to risk yourself to get information from people. You were with them! I could have taken control if you'd called for me." "Hmm!" she said thoughtfully. "I was a little scared for you, so I didn't think straight." I narrowed my eyes at Adriana. Her mind went suspiciously blank! "I know those two! This is the Russian Mob, Simon," Adriana told me, pointing at the bald man's bodyguards. "Much more dangerous than pimps or a few corrupt cops!" "You want their money." I said into her mind. "Are you insane, Adriana? Nobody fucks with the Russian Mob!" "Always fuck the women! Always take the money!" Adriana replied. "Those are the rules you should live by. This is your world now, Simon!" The bodyguards decided it! They spun towards me, reaching into their jackets. "FREEZE!" I yelled. Everyone in the room except for Adriana stopped moving. I walked up the beautiful brunette and inspected her carefully. She had a hairline scratch on her cheek and a scrape on her forearm! "You should not have touched my girl!" I told Gregor loudly. "You really shouldn't have touched MY girl!" I walked over to one of the door guards who had walked in with me. Reaching into his jacket, I pulled out his firearm. I knew enough to undo the safety before I turned towards Gregor. It took me a few bullets to hit his bodyguards: three into the guard on my left, two into the one on my right. The last bullet in each of them had been headshots. I dropped the gun at the feet of the door guard. Stepping around the dead bodyguards, I leaned over Gregor. He had a gun next to him on the couch. His safety was already off! I shot at the door guards. I didn't know how many bullets the gun had so I went from guard to guard until it clicked on empty. No headshots but they weren't moving and I could hear their minds shutting down. I tossed the gun onto the coffee table before I turned to look at Gregor. He was terrified! He could only move his eyes, but it was clear he had tried very hard to get up from the sofa. "I'm going to be sick," I whispered. Abby and Lisa had run in by that point. Abby bolted towards the bar. She dumped ice out of a bucket and handed it to me. I puked a lung out! Lisa handed me a glass of water when I finished dumping the contents of my stomach. I sat on the chair opposite to Gregor; Adriana sat between my feet. She rubbed her cheek against my knee. "You shouldn't have touched my girl," I told Gregor. I'd never done anything like it, so I needed a few minutes to... I shook my head a few times before meeting Gregor's eyes. "There should be a word," I told him. "In the movies, courage is defined as action in the face of fear. Not fearlessness, but to be afraid and do what needs to be done anyway! There should be a word for action in the face of your conscience's horror!" "There is..." Adriana whispered. "Love." I stared down at her for a few seconds. "You get that you're one fucked up chick, don't you?" She grabbed my hand and kissed the knuckles. I traced the tiny scratch on her face. The motherfucker sitting across from me had scratched the most perfect face I'd ever seen! "You saved me," Adriana told me. "I'm going to kill your father," I told her. "After I make him suffer greatly, he's going to jump off a building so everyone will think it was suicide. You could have been so much more Adriana. I'm going to kill that fucker for destroying you!" She nodded; tears fell from her eyes. I stared at the bald man. "I don't know anything about love! My parents provided for me but that's really it. I've barely spoken to them since I left for college. What I am now ... the things I can do! I don't know if I'm capable of love anymore because taking what I want is so easy. I think I love my girls! I know I love this life! You're dead, Gregor!" I smiled at him. "Call your boss! Tell him whatever he needs to hear to get his ass over here! Know this--however long it takes him to arrive is how long you have to live." I looked at Adriana. "We're not taking the money, babe!" Adriana smiled and nodded, waiting for the explanation. "His boss is going to kill Gregor," I told her. "Then that man is going to sing whatever fucking song the federal prosecutor wants him to!" Adrina smiled wider. "They'll be too busy trying to get to him or get out of the country to figure out what really happened here tonight." "I need to lockdown Gregor's boss," I said. "You're better at that than me. I want him to be so happy at whatever shit-job the government relocates him to that he's grateful to bring his mob buddies down." Adriana rested her cheek on my knee. I could hear her mind buzzing away, working to formulate the best set of instructions to give Gregor's boss. ------- Adriana's instructions were ... thorough. I was pretty sure the prosecutor would be able to make the guy shit on command if she ever needed to! It took all night to set things up. The boss man killed Gregor. I reinterpreted the scene for the boss's bodyguards. They fled to report to the other mob bosses what had gone down. The boss man knew where the federal prosecutor lived. I had to keep a tight rein on the situation when the prosecutor opened her door to find the man she'd give a kidney to bring down standing in front of her. The FBI agents were at the boss man's house in thirty minutes to grab everything they could. They got the boss out of the state in less than two hours. I didn't feel the girls were safe so I visited the other Russian Mob bosses in the area. They lost all interest and knowledge of my 'operation'. I made sure they wouldn't even see any of my girls if she was standing over them and peeing on their faces. ------- It was light out when we got home. The girls took over the shower for an hour. I used the time to relax. I wish I could say it had been self-defense. I was never in any danger though! Walking into the apartment ... not being able to find Adriana mentally ... I lost it! The burn had been cold but it torched everything in my path. Adriana came out of the bathroom naked. She stood in front of my chair and took my hand. She led me to the bed. Adriana got up on her toes and kissed me gently. Lying down on her stomach, she raised her ass up. The other women surrounded the bed. I got hard! Climbing on the bed, I straddled Adriana's thighs. I grabbed her asscheeks and spread them. I moved my hips forward, rubbing my dick on Adriana's skin. She moaned in pleasure! I reached into her mind. She wasn't thinking of anything; her mind was quiescent, waiting for me to claim what had belonged to me since I took her from Mickens. When I freed her from the life her father's actions forced her into ... that's how Adriana saw it. Hands grabbed my dick; I leaned forward and put my hands on the bed. Hands spread Adriana's asscheeks as the other hands guided the tip of my dick to Adriana's anus. She wasn't lubricated, neither was I. Adriana didn't want it! She wanted me! I pushed down with my hips. Her body didn't care for it! I pushed harder! The tip of my dick wedged her anal ring open. The hands kept me on point as I drove in. Adriana's ass did not give up the fight easily. My perfect brunette whimpered but made no move to escape her fate. The skin of my dick felt like it was being scraped off as I dug deeper into Adriana. I wanted to thrust hard and plunge in; Adriana wouldn't have cared but I did! She was giving me everything; I wanted to be worthy of it. I pulled back; the hands guided my dick back to Adriana's asshole. I dropped my weight down. Adriana's ass fought just as hard as the first time, but it was futile. Everyone in the room wanted it to happen! Slowly ... slowly, my dick drilled into Adriana's asshole. She and I sighed when the crown of my dick passed into her body. The hard part was over! I worked my dick in another inch. It gave me the length to pull back and push forward without coming out of Adriana's ass. I dove into her mind. She was happy! Adriana wanted all of me in her body and to feel my cum inside of her! I pulled back and drove in. Pulled back and took more of Adriana's ass as my own! It wasn't enough for me. Nothing was enough until I rested on her back, hilted in her ass with my hands on Adriana's ass. I spread her asscheeks, pulled my hips back, and slammed into her. Then it was enough. Then I felt like she was safe! Adriana didn't need a mental command to orgasm, the first jet of heat set Adriana off. She was safe! ------- Epilogue It came to an 'end' faster than it had started. I was in Marco's restaurant walking around when the place got quiet. People stood up from their meals and walked to the bar area. The wait-staff and busboys were also congregating. Curious, I mentally pushed people aside to get me a prime spot in front of the TV. The President was ... telling it all. I breathed a sigh of relief! The people the President called to the podium were using small words and some had accents, but they laid it out plainly. No more sex. No more babies. We watched in silence as they showed an in-vitro attempt to fertilize an egg. The scientist placed the sperm on top of the egg but nothing happened. The final speaker was the Director of something they called The Department Of Procreation. His words were stark and unforgiving--the extinction of the human race. I waited, knowing he would be the one to drop the final revelation. Positives. I sighed again! There were more than me: people who could read minds, people who could control emotions in others, people with JACKED UP pheromones, and something about people who could control others by some unknown symbol language only they could see. "You're one of them!" Mary exclaimed. I turned my head towards her slowly. People stared at me for a second before backing away. "Yes," I whispered into their minds. "I am a Positive." People gasped; some of them fled the restaurant. They actually ran away from me! "You were controlling me!" Mary screamed. "You made me break up with Matt, didn't you?" I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Stop!" Everyone froze. "Get out!" I commanded to the ones whose minds had turned to violence against me. I watched them leave before looking at Mary. "No," I told her. "You're lying!" I smiled. "I might have accelerated the process but without sex Matt and you didn't have a prayer." "YOU'RE LYING!" "Stop yelling," I said. "I can read minds, Mary." I waited, but she didn't get it. "You were not happy with him," I told her. "You weren't going to make it. Don't bother lying! I can hear the truth in your mind. You know I'm right!" I looked around the restaurant. I needed to watch the rest of the broadcast. "Go home, people!" I said. "Watch it from home if you want to but I need silence." I waved the bartender to get me an ice water and sat in front of the TV. "What did you say to Mary?" Adriana asked me an hour later. The girls had come down; they were sitting around me. "Orphan Teams," I said. "They sent out soldiers to raid orphanages around the world." "How did they keep something like that quiet?" Adriana asked. I smiled at her. She snorted and rubbed my shoulder. "I guess someone like you does make keeping secrets easier." I nodded. "They're asking Positives to come in, Simon," she whispered. I could see the concern written on her face. "You think we need to run?" Adriana watched the broadcast for another hour. A general gave operational information about the Orphan Teams and the work they'd done. "Those two," Adriana said finally. She pointed to the Director of the Department of Procreation and a woman who stood behind him. "What about them?" I asked. "He's the brains behind the government's reaction to it," she told me. "She's like you!" "How can you tell that about her?" "You stand the same way--taking it all in," Adriana said. "Other people are also walking in and out, but the President and those two have been on-screen the entire time." I nodded. "I wonder if they forced the other political party to agree or..." She shook her head. "So we run, Adriana?" She sat still for a second. I pulled out of her mind as fast as I could before she drowned me in the whirlwind of thought. "They kidnapped kids and locked the media down," Adriana said. "They're being honest about it, Simon! It means they're willing to be honest about a lot of bad things so they can hide the REALLY bad things they've done or are going to do." I winced, remembering the murders I committed. She smiled widely. "What?" I asked. "I bet they're going to offer a pardon for any sins that a Positive might have committed," she told me. "They're going to phrase it nicely ... they 'understand' mistakes were made as people adjusted to the new circumstances of life." I turned to the television. Adriana was right! Around midnight, they got more into the Positive Powers and phrased a pardon offer EXACTLY how Adriana predicted. "You're more powerful than the mind-reader they put on display, Simon," Adriana said suddenly. I shrugged. "They might be hiding something." "I bet that bitch is more powerful," Adriana told me, pointing to the woman standing behind the DOP director. "But they would try to impress people so he can't be THAT weak. You nearly double his range now." My power had continued to grow beyond the county limits. "We need to setup somewhere to run to," Adriana said. "An island so you can cover all of it with your power if they come after us." I smiled, knowing her next step. "Then we go down to Washington and see what I can hear." "Yes," she said. "Maybe we can get close to the President or this Director." "We'll have to be careful," I said. "They're going to have them covered." "Not everybody," she replied. "Like hookers," I said. "There are no more hookers, Simon." "I did not say prostitutes," I replied. "It is Washington!" I didn't remember ever hearing Adriana laugh. ------- The bus driver parked in front of the building. We'd followed a tree-lined driveway for nearly a mile before we got to an open area. I wondered whose building the Department of Procreation had taken over. The grounds were impressive and the building was massive. Construction crews were also erecting other buildings around the open area. I stepped out of the bus after my women did--none of the prostitutes chose to stay behind. The women lined up by the bus. A rat-face guy was inspecting Adriana in a rather rude and handsy fashion. He had a mental shield! I'd seen a few during my days of scanning Washington politicos. "She's with me," I told him. His brow furrowed as he stared at me. He leaned towards me. Adriana's mind had stopped! "Sleep!" I told the rat-face. He took a step back. My command had not gotten through his shield. I smiled at him. "SLEEP!" Surrounding his shield so the command came from everywhere did the trick. His shield cracked like an eggshell being hit by a sledgehammer. "You could have caught him," Adriana said to me. The dude had slammed rat-face first into the ground. I shrugged. A number of guards ran up to us with guns forward. They hit the ground face-first too. A few minutes later, the Director and the woman we'd seen on the President's address to the nation came up to us. A little boy looked out from behind the woman. "His mind is funny, Elaine!" the little boy told the woman. "He's slippery!" The Director paid more attention to the unconscious rat-face than to me. "It's the third time, Elaine," he said without looking at the woman. She nodded, pulled out a handgun, and shot the rat-face twice in the head. The Director nodded and gestured for us to follow him inside. "Try not to hurt the guards in the future," he told me. "Good help is hard to find!" "How do you know I'm the Positive?" I asked him. Adriana slapped the back of my head. "Thirty women and one guy!" "Oh, yeah!" I said, trying not to laugh. "It was a stupid question." He led us to a picnic bench. I looked at it and around at the lobby area. "I find Positives prefer things informal during these conversations," he told me. I sat down; Adriana sat beside me. The Director studied the prostitutes with a curious look on his face. "It's commercial, dear," Elaine said, standing behind him. "That is an absolutely lovely mind!" She was staring at Adriana. "Oh, yummy! Yummy! Yummy!" Elaine said. She seemed unaware that she was walking around the table. She put her hands on Adriana's head. For a second, I could swear the woman was glowing. "Do I do that?" I asked Lisa and Abby. "Elaine," the Director said gently. The woman shook her head and smiled at me. "And you didn't ruin it! In fact, you did your best to heal her mind. You are a lovely, lovely man!" She walked around to stand behind the Director again. "And don't worry, what you did to her father is strictly between us." The Director raised an eyebrow at me. "He raped Adriana when she was fifteen," I told him. "Do I need to be concerned?" he asked Elaine. She studied Amanda and Stella. "Those two aren't prostitutes. Amanda just graduated medical school so we can find a use for her. The other is a toy. He left one behind though." "Mary," I said. "She didn't..." I tapped the table for a second. "You understand that it wasn't the best thing for her," Elaine told me. "People don't always choose what's best for them," I replied. "She blamed me for some things that happened." Elaine and the Director made eye-contact. "Commercial?" he asked, looking at the prostitutes. The women were posing to catch the eye of any passerbys. "Their sexual displays are based in commercial needs and not social ones," Elaine told the Professor. "Hmm!" he said thoughtfully. "It could prove useful in our efforts to engineer change." She nodded. "You're not Positive," I said to the Director. He had a mental shield though! "I'm protecting him," Elaine said. "Like Adriana, he's the brains of the operation." I nodded slowly. "Speaking of which," Elaine told the Professor. "I think we found your new assistant. Adriana needs some education, but her mind will absorb knowledge like a sponge." "Good!" the Director said with some relief. "Only if you don't mind, Simon." I stared at him. "I gave him your name," Elaine said to me. "Adriana will still be yours; we're going to borrow her to keep things in order around here. Can't let a mind like that go to waste!" I looked at Adriana; she smiled at me and shrugged. "No shield!" the Director said suddenly snapping his head around to look at Elaine. "How did he protect himself against Ronald out there?" Ronald must have been the rat-face. "He filtered it out," Elaine tilted her head as she stared at me. "Interesting, all the other Telepathics learned to shield, but he went a completely different direction." I looked from one to the other. "So he listens to everything and..." The Director closed his eyes. "It's not possible, Elaine. There's too much noise!" Elaine studied Adriana, Lisa, and Abby for a few seconds. She threw her head back and laughed. "I swear, Simon, you have to be the strangest Telepathic I've met to date!" The Director frowned. "He's making them do the work," Elaine told him, pointing at my original girls. "He doesn't even know he's doing it!" "Could all of you do it?" the Director asked. "Shared brain power!" "I don't know," Elaine replied. "He's more powerful than Santos." She glanced at the little boy so I guessed that was his name. "I can't quite get a handle on how he's managing the trick of making the girls do his heavy lifting," Elaine said softly. "Bonding," Adriana said. We turned to look at her. "It's in all the sci-fi books about telepaths," she told us. The Director sighed. "Maybe I should start reading more fiction!" He sounded VERY tired. "How much?" the Director asked me. "I don't understand," I replied. "How much money did you acquire in your adventures before coming in to us?" he asked. I raised my eyebrows. "You all do some things the same! We can launder it for you," he offered. "For a fifteen percent fee." "Is that even legal?" I asked. "We've done worse," he replied. I looked out to the front of the building. The guards were still cleaning up rat-face's corpse. "Ronald liked to force his claim on the more attractive women that were brought in by Positives," the Director told me. "Your lack of a shield must have made him brave enough to try again after I warned him it was not acceptable." "And you don't tolerate mistakes," I said. "You have power, Simon," he replied. "I'm not going to give you any speeches about responsibility. I'm trying to save the world so as long as we're agreed on that point then I think the rest of the human race can accept you taking a few liberties. Actually, I don't even think they'd remember why we used to make such a fuss about those kind of things." "Until I hit the end of the leash..." Elaine nodded to me. "It's a very long leash," the Director told me. "I killed Adriana's father," I said. "He died long and slow!" He smiled. "Are you ready to work?" "Sure, Mr. Director! I'm all about saving the world." ------- The End ------- Posted: 2012-06-28 Last Modified: 2012-07-27 / 07:06:59 pm ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------