A Man of Singular Talent - Ilona Bialik & Harper Shelby
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The second 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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Nowadays I avoid Hollywood. Sure, I've had a lot of fun there - it used to be a tradition of mine to spend a week or two a year there, doing my own kind of casting couch of the latest starlets to come up from anonymity. But as I grow more cautious (some might say paranoid) I increasingly avoid obvious hunting grounds like Hollywood, beauty pageants, the Cheerleading World Championship, and so on. Which isn't to say that I don't feel the urge to sample some celebrity ass; I just pick less well-known actresses shooting on location somewhere with less vigilant security.Γ
Case in point - "Poor Richard" is a dire unwatchable piece of trash aimed at the 12 to 15 demographic, with only two redeeming features, namely the actresses Ilona Bialik (a 21 year old who plays a maid) and Harper Shelby (a 19 year old who plays the sister to the eponymous star of the show). That, and the whole thing is shot in the small Californian town of Los Perros. The security is laughable; it is simplicity itself to wander into the studio on Friday afternoon, spot the two young actresses, assert my mental control over them and order them to wait quietly in a dressing room until everyone else has left for the weekend. Shortly, the studio (a windowless warehouse with a few open sets, dressing rooms, etc) is dark and silent, and the girls are all mine to play with.
As I enter the dressing room I mentally order the girls to stand side by side and face me for a proper assessment (I could have waited in the dressing room with them, but that would have been too tempting).
Ilona is cute as a button, with a slim build, elfin face with prominent cheekbones and gorgeous full lips. She has not changed out of her costume for the show, which was in fact what first drew my attention and motivated me to come down to see it in person - a ridiculously sexy French maid costume, complete with short skirt, heels and white stockings that end just above the knee. Her outfit looks more appropriate for the set of a cheesy porn flick than a kids TV show, which suits me just fine. Her brown eyes are wide, alternately staring at me and darting around the room - they are the only part of her body I am currently allowing her control over, so I guess she's making the most of it.
Harper's set clothes are boring by comparison, a sleeveless blue dress with a white belt and white pantyhose. Still, it's a good bet that the body underneath is worth seeing, something that will be proven shortly. Harper's glossy blonde hair falls to her waist, and her face has the fresh look of a relatively innocent late teen girl. It's a pity my mental control is not precise enough to get Harper to smile, but I console myself with the knowledge that she will soon be doing everything she can to make me smile instead.
Normally I would start by getting the girls naked, but I wanted Ilona to keep her maid costume for now. Harper on the other hand... the dressing room doubles as the wardrobe and fitting room, and I notice a pair of dressmaker's scissors on a nearby table. I pick up the scissors and approach Harper. If she was scared before she is terrified now, watching me coming towards her with these long sharp scissors; I reach into her mind and dial down her fear a little, just so she doesn't have a heart attack or something equally inconvenient. Squatting in front of her I take the hem of her dress and apply the scissors. The blades make short work of the fabric, and in a minute or so I am pulling away the tattered remnants of Harper's dress to reveal the smooth girlflesh underneath. A few snips and the plain white bra falls away, causing Harper's medium sized breasts to bounce free. A few more and pantyhose become stockings, then panties become rags on the floor. I had given the girls some tasks to do while we waited for the crew to leave, so I am pleased to see Harper's pubic hair is trimmed and neat, pink folds of her pussy peeking out of the light blonde hair. I take a step back and admire my handiwork; Harper is now naked other than the remains of her pantyhose clinging to her legs. Her clothes lie in pieces around her feet. Her skin is starting to show goosebumps and her nipples are prominent; I guess it is rather cold in here if you aren't wearing anything.
I am greatly enjoying the view, but the dressing room is really too cramped and cluttered for my needs. Luckily I know a nice place nearby. On my mental commands Harper and Ilona sink down to their hands and knees and crawl out the door towards the set. I follow, shedding my clothes as I go and watching these two shapely asses sway before me. I am mildly surprised to see Ilona is not wearing underwear. A rifle through her mind reveals her exposed state to be a condition of her getting the part - for the producers it was not enough to put a hot girl in a fetish outfit for a kids' show, they had to go that little bit further. I'd disdain their morality, but I'm not that self-deluded. So instead I just enjoy watching Ilona's petiteΓ tanned ass, her movements giving me glimpses of pussy and asshole (both thoroughly cleaned as per my orders).
We arrive at the set of Harper's character's bedroom, which I chose primarily for the bed in the center. I place the dressmaking scissors on a side table and sit at the center of the bed, my shoulders and head rasied on a large pillow and and my dick erect and pointing at the ceiling (or at least where the ceiling would be if this wasn't a set). The girls mount the bed on either side of me and start planting kisses on my chest, shoulders, neck and finally taking turns putting their soft lips against mine. Their bodies press against mine, and I feel the difference of Harper's warm skin versus the cooler fabric of Ilona's dress against me. I would like to run my hands over their bodies, but I'm effectively pinned down and the best I can do is stroke their backs. Two hands find my dick and balls and start fondling and stroking. I figure now would be a good time to allow them to speak, which they do in between kissing and nibbling me. Ilona pipes up first.
"Wha-" *kiss* "What the fuck am I doing, stop" *lick* "this!"
"Ilona, I can't stop, how i-" *kiss* "-is he doing, eeew what am I touching is that his di-" *nibble*
"Please, I don't want to do this, don't maauunf"
The girls' frightened protests are an amusing contrast to the passion of their embrace and the energy with which their lips press against mine and their tongues explore my mouth. Their protests grow more strident as I mentally order them to work their way down my body until they reach my dick.
"What the fuck, are we drugged or wh-" *liiiick* "bleh, what?"
"Help! Someone help!"