The first of (hopefully) a series of shorter tales featuring my mind-controlling protagonist. If you want to read about the protagonist and how his powers work, seek out my longer stories.
As always feedback is welcome.
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All characters and events are fictional. Many are illegal, immoral and/or impossible. Never try this in real life. You do not have mental powers.
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I worry about these new powers appearing around the world. I've learned by now that keeping moving, keeping a low profile works well enough for escaping the attention of the normal guardians of society. But these super-men and -women could present a threat to me. Which is why I find myself in an all-night diner in the gathering dusk, watching as the lights in the office across the street go out one by one. The staff at the Centralia Picture News work late, but I know that tonight one will be working later than all the others, and as the last-but-one light goes out I leave the diner, cross the street and enter the building through a side door (using a copy of the keys that a janitor had kindly let me borrow for an hour before forgetting he had ever met me).
Kristina East came to my attention because of her investigations into the superhuman known as "Redbean". She seems to know a lot about him. Which is why I contacted her anonymously, claiming to know Redbean's true identity, and promising to call her office land-line at 2am. Sadly I cannot control minds over the phone, so instead I opted for a face-to-face meeting.
Not that I'd seen her face before tonight. As I enter the open plan office Kristina rises from her desk, surprised by the company. She's facing away from me at first, so my first sight of her is her extremely shapely body wrapped in a tight gray dress. As she turns to look at me I find myself captivated by her striking beauty; coffee-brown skin and deep brown eyes; prominent cheekbones and a long straight nose giving definition to her face; dark hair falling in long curls around her shoulders; but most of all I am drawn to her full lips, kinked into a half-smile that is slowly fading as she fails to recognize me as one of her co-workers. I'm so busy drinking in her beauty that I almost don't manage to stop her when she grabs her phone to call for help. Luckily my self-preservation instincts are deeply ingrained after a life of paranoia, and I reflexively reach out with my mind and freeze her just before she dials.
I shake myself out of my reverie and take a seat next to Kristina, who at my silent mental command places the cellphone on the desk and sits facing me. My hesitation could have been fatal - what if she had been calling The Redbean? I immediately start digging into her increasingly frightened mind as she sits quiet and still. I had intended to exploit her knowledge of the Redbean to help me evaluate his threat level, but as I look into her memories I see she doesn't know much more about him than she publishes in her blog and newspaper articles. She's met him a few times but has no way to contact him. In other words, this lead is a bust.
Immediately I think that, my eyes are drawn towards Kristina' impressive bust. The neckline of her dress is not especially low, but her breasts are large enough to produce an impressively deep cleavage. Hmm... Kristina may not be of much help tracking down Redbean, but as I feel the blood rush to my dick I decide she can serve me in other ways instead.
I have Kristina stand and plant herself in my lap. Her dress is too tight for her to straddle me, so instead she sits 'sidesaddle'. Close up I can see the confusion and fear in her eyes, a natural reaction when your body no longer obeys your mind. On my mental command, she leans in for a kiss, and I relish the first skin-on-skin contact of the evening. Her lips are as soft and warm as they look, and I discover she is an extremely good kisser. As Kristina' tongue starts exploring my mouth I cannot resist sending my hands exploring her body, one traveling down to trace the contours of her thighs and ass while the other feels the fullness of her breasts through the dress fabric.
We continue this way for a few minutes, but in this large open area I begin to feel rather exposed. Reluctantly breaking from the kiss I look around and spot a corner office. No doubt the editor's office. That should do nicely.
Kristina hops off my lap and starts walking to the corner office. I follow behind, enjoying the view of her swaying ass. On a whim I send Kristina a mental order; her hands reach down and back and start hitching up the back of her tight dress until her ass is exposed to me, clad in dark green silk panties that reveal almost as much flesh as they cover. Definitely an improvement.
The corner office has windows looking into the open plan area as well as out to the street; I close the blinds on all of these. It also has a large desk, a couch which evidently opens up to a bed and an en-suite bathroom complete with shower, I guess so the editor doesn't need to leave the office. Lucky today was a slow news day. Now that we have some privacy I begin removing my own clothes and sit on one end of the couch. Kristina pulls her dress over her head, followed by pumps, black tights and a chunky ugly watch. Now clad in only a matching set of green silk bra and panties and a pendant necklace, she is free to properly straddle me, placing her arms around my shoulders. At this point I allow her to speak, though not too loudly.
"Wha.. oh! What are you doing?"
"I would have thought that obvious, Kristina."
"Stop it, let me go!"
"You're a reporter aren't you? Well I have a scoop for you - "man controls minds and bodies" Like it?"
"Is... is that what you are doing?"
"You won't get far as a reporter if you only ask the obvious questions, babe. But yes, I can do whatever I like with whomever I like. Pretty cool, huh?"
"Let me go, you bastard!"
