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Submissive, Mind Control, big tits, erotic coupling, exhibition, orgasm, Anal
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From Chapter 3
Before I closed the door I looked at Gem and instructed, "Every half hour, send me a text. In that text tell me how you feel, what you are doing, whatever. But when you do send the text, you are to squeeze your thighs together as hard as you can, and think of my cock filling your, no, my, pussy."
She replied, "Okay, Hugo, as you wish."
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I was in a great mother fucking mood. The events of Sunday turned out so much better than I had hoped for, and Gem was just that, a gem.
A dark shadow threatened my mood as I considered my conversations with Gem and how she felt different around me. True it seemed like she thought she was unchanged fundamentally, or in her words, more her than she had been and lowered inhibitions.
Showered, shaved, dressed, and off to work, I arrived at the mall an hour early. This driving thing was messing with my routine. That said, it would keep me alive through winter. I decided to grab a cup of coffee from the local coffee store in the middle of the mall. Ricky was there chatting with the barista, a cute petite brunette, who appeared to be of latino descent, and it seemed she was being polite but not really flirting back. I walked up and said, "Shouldn't you be at work, Ricky?"
He shrugged, "What are they going to do? Fire me?"
I looked at him and said, "Go to work Rick."
His feet started shuffling and he replied, "Okay." As he left Ricky was rubbing his head like he had developed a headache.
The barista, Vanessa according to the name plate, came up, "Thanks, he's a nice guy but not my type."
I grinned and asked, "Just what is your type if not nice guys?"
She gave me a coy smile and replied, "Bad boys who don't make minimum wage?"
I laughed as I ordered a coffee, which she handed me, "No charge, in exchange for the services rendered."
I looked her in the eye and replied, "You should try the more personalized services some time."
There was a glint in her eye as she replied, "Anytime."
I sat with my coffee and looked around, seemingly for the first time. This place was a treasure trove of hot young chicks. Every store seemed to have at least one in it.
I received another text from Gem, this time a selfie in a gym, a very nice gym. I hadn't realized that a place to workout could look far better than my apartment building. She was wearing a sports bra and leggings and seemed to be sweating up a storm. The text itself merely said, "Thinking of you."
I heard, "Your girlfriend?"
I looked to my right to see Vanessa standing next to me. From this angle I could tell what Ricky found so attractive about Vanessa. Everything about her seemed to fit everything else about her. Perfect lines and proportions. Even her hair seemed to have the right amount of volume and length.
I replied, "I don't know what to call her. We met yesterday and spent the night together."
Vanessa put her hand on my shoulder and I felt a cold wave crash through my body. My eyes shot wide, my mouth dropped, and Vanessa must have thought I enjoyed the touch. As she was leaving she caressed my face and said, "Come by after work, maybe I can make you forget about her."
Not likely, if anything I felt a need to run to... someone. Not Gem, though I knew she would do in a pinch. I tried to think through all of the women I had been with in the last week to figure out which one it was I needed. When I thought about Sarah, I had a feeling that could best be described as 'Close, but no.' When I thought about Rhonda or Lauren, I knew I was on the right track, but again the feeling was more 'Close, but no.' In fact the 'close but, no' was nearly identical between Rhonda, Lauren, and Sarah. Holly was a 'No' which was a shame, I had just about talked myself into fucking her the next time we worked together.
It was at that moment that I knew I hadn't met whoever it was I needed. It was an interesting sensation knowing that somewhere out there was someone that was mine. Then I realized it was not just a person, but more than one.
To be precise there were three women out there, a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead.
I was still mulling that over when I walked into the store. Neal stood there looking all proud and shit; Rhonda, on the other hand, looked pensive.
"Hugh, I need to talk to you," she looked apologetic as she glanced at Neal.
We went into the backroom and as Rhonda started to say something, I cut her off with a raised hand. "Take your bra off," I ordered.
She looked shocked, "Now?"
I shook my head, "No, three seconds ago. Chop, chop."
Rhonda's face blushed almost ruby red as she worked her way out of the bra. I held my hand out for it and she placed it in my hands. The material was warm and I ran my hand on the inside of the cup. I saw her shiver and her nipples get hard as I did.
I folded the bra up and looked at Rhonda, "Now, what did you need?"
She sat there looking at her bra on my lap and said, "Hugh, I have been instructed to demote you."
I stood up and the stool I had been sitting on went flying behind me and the bra fluttered to my feet. "What?!"
To give her credit, Rhonda did not flinch. She sat there and watched me. "The owner has bigger plans for you than this store, but you need to graduate college."
She shrugged, and her massive tits swelled up and down, "And working full time is getting in the way."
I growled, "How the fuck would he know that?"
She gave me a wane smile, "I told him."
It's true. Fuck I hadn't even enrolled for fall semester. Maybe I should start again in January; but, fuck was it expensive.
Seemingly reading my mind, Rhonda said, "If you save up enough you should be able to enroll for Spring. Or go to community college."
I wasn't as mad as I was a couple of minutes ago, but I said, "Don't you think that I should have been a part of the conversation?"
She shockingly shook her head no. "No, I think we made the best decision for you and the company."
"And does the owner have a preference on what he wants me to take?"
She gave a rueful smile, "Yes, probably, but he wants to meet you at church either Wednesday night or Sunday morning."
"Why?"
She shrugged, "He likes things the old fashioned way and wants to meet you to get a measure of you himself."