Sheila sat on the couch tapping lightly on the keys of her laptop. This was her preferred way of working: early evening hours in the living room, the computer placed delicately across her thighs.
She wore a black tank top stretched over her perky tits without a bra, and a pair of skinny jeans. Her thick wavy hair was piled up out of her way on top of her head. The light from the computer screen reflected and refracted in the lenses of her glasses.
Eventually I gathered up the guts to bother her. When I walked into the room, she closed the laptop and took off her glasses.
"Hey Jim, what's up?" she said as I sat on the chair opposite her. I'd been staying at her house for about a week. A friend of a friend introduced us and the sublet was working out pretty well. I'd hardly seen her very much.
"Nothing really," I said. "What are you working on?"
"I'm writing a serial for a website," she answered, pulling the loose band from her hair, letting it fall over her shoulders.
"What's the genre?" I asked.
"It's erotic crime fiction," she said. "The main character is this woman who has the power to temporarily paralyze people with her sex appeal."
"Most attractive women can do that," I said, looking her over.
"Yeah, most attractive women can do it for a few seconds maybe, but then you want more than just a look."
"What about women?"
"It works on women too."
"What about gay guys?"
"It works on everyone because she is just that sexy."
"Is she like a crime fighter, then? How does she use this power?"
"Actually, she's evil," Sheila said with a grin. "How she uses her powers depends on who she is using them against. Her breasts are these perfect, gravity-defying, hypnotic forms that make a lot people just freeze up when she takes them out. Sometimes that's enough, but her real power comes from the scent of her pussy juice. Once a person smells it, it paralyzes him or her. Also, she is a squirter, so if in the rare possibility that she comes across someone who can handle her scent, usually if her juices get on him or her, they will be paralyzed."
"That's quite a girl," I said. "How does she have sex with people?"
"It's very difficult."
"No kidding. But this power is not really about sex appeal, if it works on everyone regardless of whether they find her appealing, you know, because of orientation..."
"No no no," Sheila corrected. "It works on everyone because she is so universally appealing that sexual orientation is irrelevant."
"I see. But if her power comes from the wetness of her cunt, then she would have to be turned on to utilize it, right?"
"Yeah, but she's always turned on. The power she has over other people turns her on. Being naked in public turns her on. Being who she is, while tragic, also turns her on."
"So, what does she do?"
"Robs banks. Whatever she wants. She is unstoppable."
"And she goes around naked all the time?"
"No, she wears an outfit. A tight leather coat that goes half-way down her thigh," Sheila drew a line with her finger on her own thigh, "And boots that go up to about two inches below that. That the only exposed skin she shows, other than her face and her cleavage. When she takes off her coat, which reveals her powerful body, you see that her gloves go up to the elbow."
"If she doesn't wear underwear, then she must be spilling this toxic cream out of her pussy all the time," I said.
"I thought about that," Sheila countered. "But since it is just fiction, she has the control to keep her juice in its place until she needs it..."
"I'd like to meet this girl," I said.
"I don't think you could handle it."
"No, probably not, but I meant I'd like to read some of these stories."
"Oh, right. Well, I'll read you one right now if you want, but will you do me a favor? You can go to the site and read the rest when you want, but I'd like to do some research..."
"Okay, what do you want me to do?"
She chewed on her bottom lip, hesitant to answer. Then she finally came out with it. "Well, what I'd really like you to do is take your pants off so I can see when your dick gets hard. I mean at what point in the story..."
Not that I'm small, but I was wearing baggy jeans and even if the light was not low, it probably would not have been so easy to monitor the moment my cock got hard. Certainly not as easy as if I was in boxers, or nothing at all.
"I'd be happy to do that," I said. "But there's a problem. I mean, you want to see when your story turns me on, but I think you're sexy, so if I take off my pants I'll probably just get turned on by taking off my clothes near you."
"Hmm. Well, if we fooled around, then you'd probably be able to relax around me, but then it wouldn't be a controlled experiment anymore. When's the last time you had sex?"
"Last week."
