Projections
"Pick that crap off the sidewalk, asshole!" Tim scowled at the lowlife that discarded the pizza box carelessly on the ground.
"Fuck you!" The typical response from the ape that turned round, still chewing on the remnants of the stuffed-crust morsel. He was a foot taller than Tim and easily 30 pounds but Tim simply smiled.
He looked at the larger man and asked,
"Are you sure?" The larger man stepped forward, then stopped.
Putting a matt black Glock 35 to the ape's forehead, Tim repeated his instruction, "Pick the trash up...please".
The ape nodded nervously and went to pick up the pizza box.
"I'm sorry." He mumbled, taken back at the automatic pistol being pulled on him.
"Good, now take the next three hours and pick up all the trash on the sidewalk, as a penance for your actions." Tim smiled and then watched the larger man wander off putting up the discarded garbage on the street. Tim possessed no gun, he had simply projected the image into the ape's empty head and convinced him that Tim would be following him, while he picked up the trash.
Tim turned and walked off in the opposite direction, smiling at his latest projection into another's mind. Tim spent the next hour sifting through the busy sidewalks for someone in whom he would wile away a few hours before his illusionist show off-Broadway. He spied a slender blonde, looking attractive in a summer dress. She was a mom; her tits were small but looked great without a bra. Her legs were slender from gym sessions and for some reason, she was without her family. This was an opportunity not to be missed. Tim wandered over to her and asked a question, to get her attention.
"Hey, I'm sorry to ask but don't I know you?" As the mom turned round, Tim had already projected himself into the front of her mind. With the vision of an old-school sweetheart filling her mind, Tim smiled and kissed her on the cheek. The blonde mom now convinced she had met an old flame was delighted.
"Oh Tim, it's been so long. How are you?" The blonde asked with a gleam in her eye.
Already his projection had completely overtaken her conscious mind. Enjoying her excitement of meeting whom she believed was her high school sweetheart, Tim played along, "Always missing my lovely girl, no kids today?" She shook her head and chatted to him as they both walked down the street to his hotel, already booked for his three-night show. With Tim's mind-altering projections, the blonde mom was head over heels in lust with Tim. To her, this was the dream guy at high school whom she'd never taken to bed. Tim, in her mind, was her dream lover and one who had returned to her life to give her the chance to fuck him the way she wanted. By the time, they both walked into the large bedroom, the blonde mom was desperate to strip off her clothes.
"Now, take your time honey, we have a good couple of hours before you need to pick up the kids." Tim reminded her as he pulled off his shirt and tie. Blonde mom, called Lisa, was already peeling off her sweet lacy bra to reveal a small pair of firm tits that she shook playfully for him. As many moms, Tim had fucked over the years they loved the attention paid to them. They loved the sex and the danger of an illicit affair. Tim enjoyed their enthusiasm and often sought out middle aged moms.
