James was six feet tall with light blonde hair. He'd breezed through school collecting high enough grades to guarantee his place in college, and had spent the rest of his time hanging out with the "cool" kids and going to the beach to drink and surf.
James was a chef, just like his father and his father before him. As a matter of fact, James' ancestor cooked the celebration banquet when Napoleon conquered Naples! Six generation's had kept a culinary secret; a combination of spices that gave the chef control of whomever he touched with the concoction. James kept himself immune by chewing cardamom pods and cloves at the same time - an unpleasant combination but worth it.
James' father had taught him the secret on the condition he followed three rules. He could never use the mind control to get anyone to kill themselves or others, he must never use it on family members and it couldn't be used to make people like his food.
James used it regularly in school to bump up his grades and even to gain access to his exam paper to alter any incorrect answers. Popular and good at sports, meant he had never needed the secret mix to get girls at school. He had used it once to get his first girlfriend to spread her legs, and later to get her into a threesome with the most popular girl at school.
Four years later James was working as a sous-chef at a prestigious Michelin starred restaurant. Normally James didn't use the mix to get girls, he relied upon his six-foot stature and a beach body most Olympians would be pleased with. However, as he gained more success in the restaurant he didn't have time to meet girls, let alone seduce them with a six-pack and a home cooked meal. Late one Monday evening it was quiet and his shift was almost over;
"That's me James, no more bookings, make sure the boef bourguignon goes on before you leave and don't worry about table 12's crème catlana I've sent it," Dave the head chef called.
"G'night Chef," James called.
Twenty minutes later the waitresses said their goodnights, soon followed by the manager, "I've locked the doors so just exit out the kitchen and lock up as you go, Dave said you'd be staying late."
"G'night Craig," James called.
James was in his own little world when a soft voice behind him piped up, "Chef would you like me to do anything or shall I just finish closing up?"
Karen the KP, a short (barely 5'2") lightly tanned 18-year-old student with dark blonde hair and a pretty face. She was a tri-athlete with a fantastic figure, she had C-cup tits and a round bubble butt. Normally a smart, little cutie like her would be stationed at the front of house, but her lack of confidence and the fact she was dating a chef at the restaurant (who had since gone back to Spain) had earned her the KP job.
"It is ok Karen, I'll be fine, carry on closing and I will try and get all the pots over to you as soon as I can." James always liked working with Karen as she jiggled around the kitchen unfortunately she was always to shy to respond to his casual flirting.
"Thanks chef," Karen squatted down to turn off the fryers flashing the top of her thong, this was enough for James. On an impulse James threw a pinch of his spice mix on her. The effect was instant, he heard her snuffle and then her jaw went slack and her eyes were heavily lidded, she fell, sprawled on the floor.
"Stand up Karen," James instructed, "Undress and play with your breasts."
A little sluggishly at first Karen peeled off her top, exposing her simple white cotton bra, she pulled off her ugg boots and unsnapped her belt, unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them off. She was wearing a black pearl g-string thong, which was a welcome surprise.
"You filthy little slut," James gasped, "Are you getting off all the way through your shift?"
"It turns me on and then I wank when I get home," Karen replied in a dull monotone as she played with her breasts kneading them and pinching her nipples.
"Karen you are going to stay naked till I send you home, you will not remember what happened here today but you'll enjoy anything I do to you. You will call me sir when we are alone," James instructed.
Stepping forwards he stooped to suck on her nipples and squeezed her breasts. He pushed her onto her knees and told her to suck on his cock, as the eight inch monster hit the back of her throat she gagged a little, but James pushed harder forcing it down her throat. Karen moaned with her lips wrapped around his cock, James started thrusting into Karen's mouth, pumping into her face. He put a hand onto the back of her head and forced her face on his cock till her nose pressed against his stomach. Holding her there for a few moments and then pulled out quickly making her gag and choke, spluttering and coughing. Usually as a lover, James was considerate, heavy on foreplay and petting ensuring the girl was hot to trot and soaking her panties before slipping her his monster.
Now he just wasn't in the mood for all that. He pushed her onto her back while she still choked and gagged after her throat invasion. James put her ankles over his shoulders and pushed forward, crushing her knees to her shoulder, and with one thrust bottomed out in her tight little pussy. With the pearl thong on all day she'd been wet all day and lubed enough for him to pound into her on the kitchen floor. Having used the mix to gain sex, rather than hurry it along, James had decided he would do it again this time it was about release and not fun, he pounded away inside her and as he got close whispered, "Cum for me you slut."
Karen instantly came, she moaned and thrashed on his cock her tight pussy clamping down on his dick and milking it. James jack hammered her small body and started cumming after a few pumps he pulled out and sprayed a few shots over her big tits and cute face.
He stood up and pulled his chef whites back on and returned to cooking. After a few minutes he turned to Karen, and told her to clean herself up and not to waist a drop. She licked what she could off her chest and nipples, scooping the rest into her mouth with her fingers. When she was done, he told her to rub her clit till she came again he loved watching this naked babe cum on the floor. They finished closing and James got Karen to suck him off again. He didn't stop face fucking her as he came pouring his cum down her throat. As Karen licked him clean, James smiled to himself the new use of the mix was going to work well.
"Karen you will only remember us closing you will not remember the sex, when you get home you will put your clothes in the wash and shower yourself clean, you will remember to call me sir whenever we are alone, you will start finding my presence very arousing and want to get closing shifts with me, if I invite you for a drink you will accept," James knew she would no longer be under the influence after she slept but the instructions would remain, "Karen, tomorrow morning you will be a lot more confident in yourself and will feel great."
As they stood outside sharing a cigarette while waiting for Karen's taxi, James instructed her further, "You'll always answer any question I ask you honestly and it will feel perfectly natural to do so," he had a quick grope of her tits and then helped her into the taxi.
As he always did James carried some mix in his pocket, no better way to get yourself out of trouble. Once a mugger had handed over his own wallet and all the money his nefarious job had produced. Waiting for his night bus James spotted a gorgeous black woman sitting on the bench. He put a cigarette into his mouth and approached her, putting a hand into his pocket as if he was looking for a lighter.
"Excuse me do you have a light?" James asked