Natalie walked down the empty street and tried not to look around. It wasn't the best neighborhood, but this is where the woman's office was located. The buildings were dark and dingy. She walked fast enough to show that she knew where she was going, but at the same time not too fast. She was worried one of the guys sitting on the street would take it as her being scared and use that against her.
Natalie was still wearing her business suit and when she walked by a man sitting on the ground outside a doorway, she cringed. She knew her skirt was above her knee and wished she were wearing pants instead. The camisole was low enough to show off the top of her creamy breasts. She looked down at the piece of paper with the number written on it and was thankful when she was standing outside #101 Birch Street. It looked like a normal home, but was very run down. The front window had a crack that ran across the windowpane and from the inside you could see yellow tape holding the glass in place.
She rang the doorbell and waited. She heard nothing, no movement from the inside. She knocked on the cracked wooden door and heard movement from inside. Natalie thought to herself that based on the disarray of the home, the doorbell probably wasn't working. The door opened and a woman wearing a red and pink outfit answered. Her hair was black and cut short. Her pants were bright red and clung to her rounded legs. The pink shirt was loose and was bunched up on one side of her hip.
"You're Natalie. Come in." It was a statement not a question. Natalie entered and tried to casually look around without gawking. The home was decorated nicely, but had a lingering smell of Italian spaghetti. The woman didn't look Italian, but Natalie thought nothing of it.
"The cost is fifty dollars. Cash only."
Natalie nodded and took the money out of her purse in tens and twenties. She was a little nervous, but smiled when the woman stuffed the money into her bra without even counting it.
"Tell me why you want this power. Don't leave anything out."
"My husband is sweet, romantic, and sensual. I want more, but he's unwilling to change."
"My dear if I'm going to help you, you need to tell me exactly what sort of power you want." The woman was leaning forward and Natalie could see how droopy her breasts were. Natalie took a deep breath and continued.
"I want the sex to be more intense, more rough. I want him to be more aggressive. I really love him, but the sex is getting boring. It's always the same positions. It's always the same time and place. I want more excitement. Is that too much to ask?"
Delilah nodded. "No dear it is not. You are young and pretty. You deserve more. Now, do you remember what I asked when we spoke on the phone? You need a catch phrase. A statement that begins and ends the control. It has to be something that is not said normally by yourself and needs to be ambiguous enough that it blends in to normal conversation."
"Breakfast in bed. Is that O.K.?" Natalie bit her lip and waited for the older woman to respond.
"Yes that is perfect. Let me tell you what you need to do."
Natalie walked out of the decrepit home a little while later very happy and excited. She walked quickly down the street towards the subway station and was thankful when a train was there waiting. When the train passed under Lincoln Street, she sighed. She was back on the right side of town and was relieved when her stop was called. She exited the train and made her way up the cold cement stairs. The smell of moldy food and ladies perfume filled the air and instead of mixing together to cancel each other they combined to create a foul odor. She walked up the street to her home. As she entered, she grinned. She was excited to try out her new power.
