Dereks Party Fun Ch 13 14

Author's Note:

There will be very little sexual content in this post. I had some plot things I needed to get out of the way, and it didn't leave much time for fun times. I anticipate the next time I post some chapters here we can return to the regularly scheduled activities. If that isn't for you, I apologize. Tune in next week. (-ish, depends on how fast I write it out.) The world needs to spin, and Derek's world certainly is.

Chapter 13 - Derek

The phone barely rang before Alexis picked it up.

"Derek! Are you OK? Where are you right now? Why haven't you been answering your phone?" She raced through the questions like she was trying to break a record.

"Whoa! Slow down there. I'm just fine. I slept most of the day, and I left my phone charging for the rest of it. I just finished talking with Austin. What's going on?" I spoke slowly, trying to calm the panic that I heard in her voice.

"Can you meet me at my place? I have some people who know what is going on with your power that you need to talk to as soon as possible. Please? I promise, it will be worth your time." Her voice was pleading.

"Umm, sure. Just give me a moment to get ready. Could you send me the address?" I was looking around my room, finding the keys and wallet that I had tossed to the side as I fell into the bed last night. "Are you OK? You sound like you've been panicking.

"Just get here as soon as you can, and we can explain everything to you." She said.

I looked at the text message that popped up, showing her address. It wasn't to far, maybe a 5-8 minute drive. "I should be there in about 10 minutes. I'll talk to you soon." I hung up and grabbed a jacket, just in case. I vaulted down the stairs, calling to my parents as my phone started to ring again. "I'll be back. I'm headed to a friend's place."

"OK. Drive safe. How long do you think you'll be gone?" Mom called back, as I was already at the front door putting on my shoes.

"I don't know, they wanted to talk something out, so it depends on how serious the talk is I guess. Love you!" And I was out the door, glancing down at the phone to see that Alexis was calling again. I answered the phone and threw it on speaker phone as I started the car. "What's the matter?" I asked, taking a moment to transfer the call to the car's system which caused me to miss the first bit of what she said.

"Dere... up, just" she took a deep breath. "stay on the line until you get here, OK." She sounded like she was barely keeping it together.

"Are you sure you are alright? You sound way to worried about this." I was getting that feeling of paranoia again. Like everything was about to go wrong. And this time, I knew exactly where the other boot would fall from.

"I'm fine, but I just need to be sure that you get here as quick as possible. OK?"

"Fine, but if I am going to drive, I won't be talking all that much." The traffic was a lot heavier than this morning, but nothing too out of the ordinary. "Your texts sounded pretty ominous. What did you mean about things getting bad, or I had to respond before midnight?"

"We can talk about that once you get here. We still have plenty of time to talk things out, OK? Just trust me, we can explain everything once you get here." I was getting really tired of hearing that.

I took a deep breath as I pulled up to a red light. "I can trust you, but I want some answers. I am getting really tired of this runaround."

"I know. I'm sorry. It is just... I can't really explain over the phone. It's better to talk about these things in person. Where are you now?" She sounded apologetic, but I wasn't sure how much of that I could trust. The closer I got the more worried I was that I was walking into a trap.

"I'm waiting at the light on Capitol street." I said, cracking my neck. "Maybe 2 or 3 minutes away?" My fingers were drumming nervously on the steering wheel.

"OK. Good. That's good." I could hear the nerves in her voice, and it didn't make me feel better. "You'll be here soon. It isn't hard to find. It's a dark brown house with black trim, and a red door. There will be a few cars in the driveway, but don't worry about blocking them in. I'll be waiting for you at the end of the drive." The light finally changed, and I surged forward as fast as the car would go.

I pulled onto her street, and immediately saw her. She was wearing tight jeans and a bright red shirt that clung to her curves. "I see you." I told her, flashing my lights really quick. As I pulled into the drive I could see that she wasn't joking about the cars. There had to be 6 cars filling the driveway, so I pulled as far in as I could. My back tires were sitting on the curb, but my bumper wasn't past the cars that lined the street, so I figured it would be fine. I hung up the phone and shut off the car, and saw Alexis waiting right outside my door.

"Come on in." She said, grabbing my arm as soon as I was outside the car. "There are some people you have to meet." I let myself get dragged to the door, but I froze as soon as I stepped inside. In the center of the room was a single chair, fairly obviously for me. In front of it there was a long table with five chairs behind it, all filled with people who looked to be 60 or older. They were looking over some papers, but stopped to look at me when I came in. On each wall there were a handful of other people of varying ages. My immediate thought was that I was on trial.

"What is going on?" I asked Alexis softly. "This looks pretty bad already."

"Derek, this is Mrs. Bernice Holt." She gestured to the elderly lady with her hair in a tight bun seated in the center of the table. Mrs. Holt nodded at me. "To her left we have Mr. Gerald Holt, her husband, and to his left Mrs. Qionna Torres." Mr. Holt was a stern looking man, with a thick mustache and a portly belly. Mrs. Torres was an elderly Hispanic woman, with a kind face. "To the right of Mrs. Holt is Edmund Saxe, and his wife Suzume." Mr. Saxe was relaxed in his chair, a tall and thin man, with dark hair and unreadable black eyes. His wife sat stiffly upright. She just barely was starting to develop wrinkles, but her Asian genetics were clearly serving her well.

"It is nice to meet you all. Would someone mind explaining what this is all about?" I was still standing in the doorway, and I could feel Alexis trying to gently pull me forward, but I wasn't going to follow.

"Mr. Derek Jackson, we have heard that there are some irregularities in you gift." Mrs. Holt was clearly the one in charge. "If you would take a seat, we wish to walk through how you have been using your persuasion, and help to correct any problems that arose from not getting the proper training that you should have."

That didn't quite calm my nerves, but it did look like I would be getting my answers, so I gingerly took my seat, sitting at the edge of the chair. "This feels a lot more like a tribunal than a friendly chat, but I am willing to listen."

"I apologize for the tense atmosphere, Mr. Jackson." Mrs. Saxe said in a lightly British accented voice. "Talks with untrained persuasives have gone badly in the past. We prefer to have people on hand to ensure no one is hurt if they do not wish to listen to reason."

I guess that made sense. If someone had gotten used to throwing their power around, they might not take well to being told there are rules. I looked around the room. This seemed like a lot of people to restrain just one.

"So, Mr. Jackson, why don't you tell us what you know about the power." It was back to Mrs. Holt.

I started out with what I knew from experience. "It seems like sometimes people just do what I want them too. I couldn't tell you why. I do know that it isn't on all the time, but I don't seem to be in control of when it is. Apparently Alexis can sense when I use it, and she said that anyone with the power could, but I can't tell anything like that. She also said I should be getting some kind of mind reading paired with it, but I have never experienced anything like that." I continued to explain everything that Alexis or Austin had told to me. They stayed quiet through it all, until I faltered at the end. "And... I guess that is all that I know? I can't think of anything else.... I have only known that the power exists since last night... or early this morning would be more accurate, so... still less than 24 hours?"

"Thank you for that, Mr. Jackson." Mr. Holt cut me off, then nodded to his wife.

"Who do you know of that you have used your powers on? And under what circumstances?" Mrs. Hold asked curtly.

"Umm, I am pretty sure I used it on two girls, one named Felicia, and the other named Ivy. I probably used it on one of their friends named Maddison, and I may have used it on Alexis. We were playing a game of soccer, with some dares mixed from whoever scored a goal. My dares got... intense, but the girls just went along with them, at least most of the time." The panel just stared at me, expecting me to elaborate. "Umm, so I dared a Felicia to give me... oral sex." My face was burning. I had never thought it was fun to talk about sexual experiences. It was even less so in front of a crowd of people just staring you down judgmentally, most of whom were more than twice your age. "She did. Umm... A little later I dared her to... pleasure herself... and she did. Later I dared Ivy to pose naked for some pictures.... She did. Umm... There were a couple easier dares in there as well, like I asked Maddison to give up her shoes, and she did, but I don't know if that was my power or just an easy dare."

"And was that the end of the night? You made a couple girls get naked, and provide sexual stimulation, and then the game was over?" It was Edmund Saxe who spoke up this time. His tone was perfectly flat, sharing nothing of his opinion about the matter.

"Err. No. Felicia and Ivy were behaving odd after the game. They were asking what they could do to serve me, which was totally out of character for them. And I was in a bit of a mood because I had just found out about the powers, and how I should have known already. So I took the girls up on their offer to serve me."

They pressed for more details, and eventually I told them everything I could remember. The exact words Felicia had used, how their personality had changed over the night. They asked about how I felt as I made each dare. The questioning seemed to go on for hours, but they never let anything slip about how they felt about it all. Just stern faces staring me down, as I explained every little detail about that night. By the end I had slumped into the chair, rubbing my forehead trying to recall each of the inane details they asked about.

Finally, Mrs. Torres spoke up. She hadn't said a word the whole night. She had a heavy Spanish accent, and she spoke slowly. "Well, Mr. Jackson, I believe only one thing remains. We must see you use your power." I sat upright at that. "With that final piece, we can have a better picture of you. Would you do this for us?"

I turned her words over in my head. I would do almost anything to get out of this interrogation. But there was one big problem. "I would, but I don't know how to do it on command, or even when I am doing it."

Mr. Holt nodded, then spoke to me. "Well, normally we would demonstrate it for you and then have you try to mimic what we did, but your lack of sensing skill makes it unlikely that you would be able to do so. Why don't you try to stretch out your mind, and touch mine."

The instructions didn't seem to make any sense, but I tried to follow them anyway, closing my mind, and thinking out at him. After several minutes of trying, then rephrasing the instruction, then trying again, he sighed.

"Very well. It was unlikely that would work. We did have another method. We shall have to invoke the same feelings you felt during the game, when we know you used the gift." I didn't like the way he phrased that. "Luckily, we have a volunteer. Someone who has already coaxed you into using them before. Alexis, if you would step up please?" I looked to the side to see her, blushing, approach me. "I believe Mr. Jackson is quite reasonable. If the rest of you would please vacate the room? I don't see a need for you in here for this part." The groups on the side of the room shuffled out quietly.

I swallowed nervously. I wasn't exactly sure what they meant by "invoke the feelings you felt during the game," but there were only so many things I had felt during the game. And I don't think they meant tired, or confused, or angry. Once the room was empty, Mrs. Holt spoke up.

"Once you have found the feeling, I want you dare Alexis to take off her shirt. That should be close enough to the spirit of the games last night to ensure you activate your gift. Until you do, please do your best to ignore our presence, and cast your mind back to last night."

I looked at Alexis, unsure of what we were supposed to do. Apparently, she knew more than I did. She dropped to her knees in front of me, and rubbed her hands along my thighs while she looked into my eyes. "I hope you aren't mad at me. I really did just want to help you out." She whispered as her hands crept further up my thighs. "I didn't expect it to blow up like this when I told my teacher." Her hands reached my groin but parted around my genitals, slipping under my shirt to caress the sides of my abs, then back down. "I just wanted you have a fun night, and turn the tables on Felicia, then leave you with good memories of me. I didn't expect all of this." Her hands came down, and undid the button on my pants, then stroked out to my hips and down my thighs again.

My eyes flicked up to the people at the table, still watching me impassively.

They expect me to get hard with the five of them staring me down?

I looked back down at Alexis.

I need to forget they are here. Just me and Alexis. Alone. Wanting me. Serving me.

"I wanted us to have some fun. When this turns out well, I hope you remember that we still have a date on Tuesday. I took that dare so I would be that last of the girls you had your way with." She unzipped my pants and pulled them down as far as she could. I lifted my hips to help her out and she pulled them down to my knees. I fought to keep my gaze on her, and forget about the five elderly people watching this. Her words certainly helped. "I want to be the one you remember, the one you come back to. This Tuesday I'll have to do whatever you say. No powers needed, just me, serving you however you wish." I could feel the blood start to flow into my rod, but it wasn't happening fast.

I didn't know exactly what it took to activate my powers, but this seemed like a good time to test it. "Alexis, Take off your shirt." She looked up at me and gently shook her head from side to side.

"Nothing yet." Her hands came up my thighs and stroked up my cock, then grabbed the top of my boxers. "Maybe you need more than words, my Master." I could feel my rod stiffen at those words, and then she pulled the fabric down, exposing me to the cold air. "Hmm. Is he feeling a little shy?" She leaned forward and kissed the tip. "Is he feeling cold?" Another kiss, this time on one of my balls. "I know of someplace warm he can hide." And she sucked the shaft into her mouth. I could feel her warm tongue shifting me around in her mouth, and I began to grow. She fondled my balls, and began to bob as I grew longer and stiffer inside her mouth. I could feel myself hit the back of her throat, and she gagged a little and pulled back. I groaned in pleasure, then blushed harder as I remembered that there were five people watching this. My eyes flicked up to them, but then Alexis buried my shaft in her mouth again, planting my tip against the opening of her throat and swallowing to force me down a little further. She couldn't hold it for long, but it brought all my attention back to her. She pulled me out, gasping, and stroked me with her hand.

My dick was almost painfully hard, but the temporary break as she caught her breath reminded me why were doing this. "Take off your shirt." I said, staring down into her eyes. She let go of my dick and reached down to her waist to peel it up. She lifted it slowly, arching her back slightly to give me a better view as her skin came into view. She had on a plain black bra, but the way it clung to her curves was delightful.

"Thank you Mr. Jackson. Ms. Descartes." I was startled out my appreciation of her by Mrs. Holt's voice. "You may put your clothes back on. Mr. Jackson, how would you describe what you felt as you gave that command?"

I blushed as I pulled my boxers and jeans back up, doing my best to get situated with my erection. "Err, aroused, I guess.... Excited?... Embarrassed because I was being watched?"

The panel just stared me down, then Mr. Holt spoke slowly. "So, you didn't feel your mind connecting to Alexis? No inrush of new thoughts and feelings, distinct from your own? No sense of power over those around you?"

"No? I just felt good because I was in the middle of a blow-job. Nothing like what you just said." It had gotten slightly easier to discuss sexual experiences in front of the panel after hours of doing it, but I still felt uncomfortable.

"Very well. Ms. Descartes, if you would please show Mr. Jackson to the waiting room, we have things to discuss." Mrs. Holt said curtly.

"Of course. Come with me Derek." Alexis pulled me by the hand, once more covered by the tight red shirt. I followed as she led me down a short hallway to a small room. Judging by the bed and the sparse decorations, this had to be their guest room. There was bed with a flowery comforter, and a dresser with a doily and a mirror on top of it, but otherwise the room was bare. There was a window with flowery curtains to match the bed, but it was now dark outside, so I couldn't see anything out of it.

"I am really sorry, Derek." Alexis broke the silence, and sat on the bed. She indicated a spot next to her for me to sit in, but I was feeling full of pent up energy,

and blue balls

and so I just started pacing by the foot of the bed. "I really didn't think it would get this crazy when I told them that you hadn't been trained, and you couldn't sense other's minds. I just thought they would send a trainer, and get you up to speed!" She really seemed worried about how I would respond to all of this.

"This is all just... a lot. I just got interrogated about my love life in front of a crowd of people for hours, and then told to do something that makes no sense, and then I got the start of a blow job in front of 5 old people, and then kicked out of the room so they can discuss what to do with me!" I spun towards her. She was trying to hold back tears, but one had slipped out.

"I know! It wasn't supposed to happen like this! But once I told them about you, it was out of my control. They kept asking questions, and then more people got involved. There isn't really a government among us, just a few rules that we all follow. I've never seen this many persuasives gathered together in one place before. Normally you just know your trainer, and your family, and whoever you happen to meet. If you have questions you can always talk to your trainer, and they have people they can call, and so on. It's supposed to be really friendly, and discreet. Not this crazy court, or trial, or whatever that was. I just wanted to get someone to teach you to control it better, and now they are out there deciding, deciding... Oh, Derek, I'm so sorry!" The words flowed out of her, and by the end she was hunched over, sobbing.

I sat down next to her, not sure what to make of everything I had heard tonight. I gingerly put my arm around her. I wasn't sure if I had totally forgiven her for manipulating me like she had, but I didn't want to see her in such pain. She leaned into me, still crying.