Part two of the Amulet series was never meant to be. I wrote 'Amulet,' as a one-off story, but it has proved to be very popular so, 'by popular demand,' as the saying goes, here's part two. I have no immediate plans to write more, but have learned to never say never. Remember folks, it's just fiction, so enjoy and don't get too hung up on the minutiae.
After my unexpected and highly enjoyable encounter with my new boss Rachael Marshall, I took a little time to come to terms with my newly acquired 'powers.' The last thing on my mind when I first met her was to fuck her, but she became so pliable sexually and so aroused within a few minutes of seeing the 'Amulet,' that I had taken full advantage of her change of mind, from overbearing bossy bitch to delightful horny lover.
What next I asked myself? I suppose I could have gone on some wild 'fucking,' spree, letting the amulet cast its spell, over unsuspecting women, but at this point I didn't even know if there was a limit to its powers, or even if it had any powers. Maybe Rachael Marshal was just horny on the day and I'd just been lucky to be there to get the benefits of her uncontrollable libido. Maybe she was just a nymphomaniac who couldn't control her raging desires? Just the usual self-doubts creeping in.
All these thoughts went through my mind over and over again in the evening after I had fucked my boss, Rachael. I finally figured out that I'd have to test it on someone who would no more think of fucking me spontaneously than fly in the air. I drew up a list, yes, I actually got a writing pad and made a list of 'good,' upstanding women in the community, women who were hardly known for their voracious sexual appetites.
Nuns, female church ministers, school teachers, doctors, female politicians, all women normally untouchable to the likes of me, women who were highly respected in our local community. Respectable 'pillars of the community.' If they succumbed to the amulet's powers, then life was going to get very interesting over the course of the next few months.
My first target was a local politician, Catherine Anderson. She was a local councillor, prominent in local government, and a real 'publicity hound,' always getting her face on the media. I would look at her make her pronouncements on TV, or rattle on about her abhorrent extreme right-wing views, and wonder why a woman so beautiful could be such a prudish, nasty bitch.
A champion of sexual freedom was the last description you could lay at her door. She was forever complaining about the 'tides of pornographic filth,' permeating our society, and whipping up campaigns against this and that. I sometimes wondered if she was still a virgin because she always looked as if she was thawing a huge bag of frozen peas down her panties. She made a great show of her religion and virtue, and was forever cosying up to the extreme right wing Christians for their vote. The kind of fervent evangelicals I thought of as the Christian Taliban.
If that bitch let me fuck her, then the amulet had truly amazing powers, but even then I knew within myself that I wouldn't go wild with it. I didn't want to make a career out of fucking unwilling women, but then again, would they be truly 'unwilling,' if
they
took the initiative and wanted to have sex with me? It was an interesting philosophical question that I pondered long and hard over. Well... actually, about two minutes to be truthful. I decided, '
if they want my dick, they're going to get it
.' I was really thinking with the aforementioned dick when I settled on that decision. I finally decided I would just meet each new challenge as it came to me, take things as they came, go with the flow.
With the object of testing the amulet on Catherine Anderson, I kept a close eye on what she may be doing in the coming weeks, local council meetings, etc, and found something that may be suitable. She was giving a speech to some local business leaders the following week, and I managed to get myself invited, thanks to the company I worked for and my experience in the high tech industry.
I made sure I was there bright and early and got myself a front row seat right in her line of vision. Sitting no more than eight feet away from her, there was no way she couldn't see me on the day. Another thing was that I'd most probably be the only one there not wearing a tie. I hate ties as you'll know if you've read part one.
Given the business community audience, my lack of a tie would stick out like a sore thumb, plus I was going to wear my brightest shirt, and jeans, with a plain black T-shirt beneath to contrast with the bright colours of the amulet, making it stand out even more. In the land of 'white shirts,' that business meetings usually are, that would make me even more noticeable, and very hard to ignore too.
The room, in a business suite of a local hotel, soon filled up with executive types. There was a babble of noise as they all did the usual 'schmoozing,' thing, shaking hands, networking, arse licking, brown nosing. I ignored them all by the simple expedient of pretending I was writing something in a folder, and looking as if I was incredibly busy when in fact I was doing nothing. That even has a name, it's called, 'dynamic inertia,' it's just the art of looking busy while doing fuck all.
After about five minutes or so, the guy who was hosting the event called the audience to order, then waffled on for a few more minutes before introducing the lovely Catherine who stepped up to the podium. She beamed at her audience, before wishing us all a good afternoon. It was going to be good for some of us I thought, '
maybe not so much for you Catherine,'
I thought.
She was dressed, predictably, in what looked like a very expensive dress in the colours of her political party, blue. Very figure hugging, and it's true she had a great figure, even I had to admit to myself.. The dress was knee length and while not specifically designed to do so, let me see she had great legs. Very slim, and shapely, nice slim ankles too, wearing three inch high spike heels which helped make the most of those great legs. Those heels also made her look a little taller and imposing, about five foot nine, but even without them she'd be about five six inches tall, so a little over medium height for the average woman. Altogether a very nice package.
Again I wondered how such a beautiful woman could be such a complete fucker when it came to politics. Upbringing, I thought, brought up in a home filled with right wingers and brainwashed into thinking that was the only true path. Maybe, if things went my way, I could make her think twice.
I caught her eye right enough, and as her eyes swept round the room before she started her talk they came to rest momentarily on me. I smiled at her, and she automatically returned my smile as humans are instinctively programmed to do, but the smile never reached her eyes - it was a fake smile. As she looked away, she frowned, a sure none verbal sign that she didn't much like what she saw when it came to me. I didn't care whether she liked me or not, but maybe I'd change her mind by the end of the day.
