AMOST - Jenny
Sometimes I find entertainment through consideration and careful planning. Sometimes it is as a reward for a job well done. And sometimes I just see a girl in the street and think "her".
That is not to say I let caution go to the wind, of course. A mind controlling telepath with my proclivities would not last long by simply abducting a person in a public place in the middle of the afternoon. My preferred approach is to tap lightly into my subject's mind, extract their home address and file it away for later. Which is how I found myself one morning in front of a nondescript townhouse in a suburban street, taking a cellphone out of my backpack and pretending to look at it while I sent tendrils of my mind into the building.
(It isn't a real cell phone, my paranoid nature rules out carrying electronic spy devices in my pocket. But I find it useful as a prop on occasions when I need to stand around without looking suspicious.)
My mental abilities are less effective without a line of sight to my target, but I can at least sense the presence of minds and their approximate state. I sense several in the house, at various stages of wakefulness and preoccupation. Understandable since it is fairly early in the morning. I don't have to wait long before a chubby middle-aged man rushes out of the door, pulling on a jacket as he gets into a small cargo van parked in the driveway. He pays me no attention as he drives away. Shortly thereafter a teenage boy and (presumably) his mother head out to a car parked on the street. A quick dip into the mother's mind confirms the boy is being dropped off at school before the mother goes to work. Another quick tweak ensures that she leaves the front door unlocked, and then forgets doing so. I wait until their car is out of sight before crossing the street and walking straight into the house. I lock the door after me - can't be too careful with all these weirdos around nowadays.
The house is as nondescript inside as it was outside. Reasonably clean but quite messy, a typical family home. The door opens directly into the living room, with a staircase a few feet in front of the door. I feel a mind upstairs and none downstairs, so I ascend. The room immediately at the top of the stairs has a large sign saying "David's room KEEP OUT THIS MEANS YOU JENNY", so I rule that one out. Three other doors remain. The nearest is ajar, revealing what is clearly the parents' bedroom. The next one is shut but I hear music coming from the other side. I take hold of the doorknob and push.
This is the riskiest moment. I can sense at least one mind on the other side of the door, but I need to see them to establish mental control. Something truly unexpected or someone who is quick or lucky enough to disable me could cause significant trouble. In the worst case scenario I am walking into a trap set by someone who knows my abilities - this has never happened but it often preys on my mind and gets my heart racing in moments like this.
The occupant of the room is lying on her stomach on a bed facing away from me as I enter. The loud music playing from tinny cell phone speakers has drowned out the sound of the door opening. I immediately take hold of her mind and order her stand and turn around, removing her ability to speak for good measure. She obeys, getting off the bed - a process which involves her raising herself on her hands and knees first, affording me a promising view of her pert ass clad in tight yellow skirt. Once standing she turns on the spot to face me.
The girl looks about nineteen. Brown hair, cut in a chin-length bob cut with bangs, frames her face. Bright red lipstick draws the eyes and contrasts with her pale skin. Her blue eyes are wide as her body obeys someone else's commands and she finds herself unable to speak, pupils fixed on me but occasionally darting around what she can see of the rest of the room. The girl in front of me is attractive, safely under my control, and not at all the person I expected to see.
As I puzzle over this I am nearly knocked over by someone else entering the room at speed. I stumble to the side but recover quickly enough to send out a mental 'freeze' order to the new person. I move quickly to the other side of the room, preparing for another attack. But none comes. I take a moment to assess my now-motionless opponent, who appears to be dressed in a fuzzy light gray bathrobe.
I take a breath and reach out to check my surroundings. I sense no other minds present. Taking a longer look at the person who entered the room I realize it is the girl I had originally taken a liking to. Her mental state is one of confusion not hostility, suggesting her 'attack' was more the result of being unexpectedly in her way when she barged into her room. Her body is completely obscured by the thick robe and even her hair is covered in a matching towel, but her large brown eyes and wide mouth jog my memory.
"What the fuck is going on? Who are you??"
In my haste I had not ordered this girl to silence. I decide to ignore her questions nonetheless and delve into her mind to understand the situation better. A few moments' digging and I have my answer - this person is Jenny, the nineteen year old daughter of the Porter family who attends the local college. The other girl is Clare, her cousin, who is eighteen not nineteen (well I was close). Jenny is (grudgingly) sharing her room for a week while Clare is visiting during summer break.
"Hellooo? Anyone there? Clare, is this one of your weird friends?"
I return to the present moment and take a quick look around the room. A typical teenage girl's bedroom, strewn with clothes and bags and shoes and other items. One wall has a large window looking out to the rear of the house (I presume; the curtains are closed). The opposite wall has the door and a long wardrobe with mirrored doors. Two beds occupy most of the floor space - judging by the awkwardly rearranged piles it is clear that the nearest one is here temporarily for Clare. I mentally order Jenny to stand aside so I can reach the door, which I lock. Jenny takes her body moving by itself as well as can be expected.
"What, what the hell?! Who are you?"
I turn, look her up and down and say "I'm the person you are going to make very happy, Jenny."
"The fuck I will, creep, I-hey!"
Jenny's alarm reaches new levels as she finds her hands undoing the knot of the belt holding her bathrobe closed. Before she knows it the robe is in a pile around her feet, followed by the towel previously wrapped around her hair. Jenny's hands return to her sides.
I expected Jenny to be naked under the robe, and she is apart from a pair of plain white panties. I look appreciatively at the body which had caught my eye on the street some hours ago. Jenny's figure is shapely, not thin but not overweight either. Her skin looks clean and still slightly damp from the shower (I belatedly realize that the one remaining door I had not investigated yet must be the bathroom, which Jenny was using while I was entering her bedroom). Jenny's breasts are on the large side of medium, round and firm-looking with light pink nipples - plenty to work with there. Casting my gaze up I see her hair is a darker shade of blonde, also cut into a bob but longer than Clare's, falling around her shoulders in messy wet strands.
Oh yes, Clare. I tear my gaze away from Jenny (ignoring her increasingly desperate questions) and speak calmly to the younger girl who has been unable to move or speak as I mentally manipulate her cousin.
"Don't worry Clare, I haven't forgotten about you."
Clare starts as her body moves around the bed, letting me see her more clearly. She is wearing a loose red short-sleeved top that extends to below her waist, with a tight-looking yellow skirt showing underneath. Black stockings reach up above her knees meaning only a few inches of bare leg is visible in between skirt and stocking. An odd look but who am I to judge fashion. Even with the unflattering top I can tell her frame is thin, a guess confirmed when I mentally order her to undress. Jenny has fallen silent after being ignored but I can practically hear her gritting her teeth as Clare's top is thrown on the bed. A black bra lands on the floor a few moments later.
Clare's upper body is slender, a flat stomach above perky breasts that are small but well-formed. I can feel her desperate attempts to force her hands to cover her body, and the disappointment when instead they reach for the zipper of her skirt and let it drop around her feet. I let her keep the black panties and stockings for now; they look good on her, especially when she is wearing nothing else.
On my orders Clare moves to stand beside Jenny, both facing me. I look them both up and down, noting the comparative difference in body types and heights (Clare is a good head shorter than Jenny). Clare is silent because I had ordered her not to speak; Jenny appears to be in a state of shock. I order them both to approach me. The movement jolts Jenny out of her dumbstruck state.
