I spotted her right away after I entered the pub as my "special" sense targeted her immediately. She was near the bar looking at the posted menu of drinks and appetizers, her long blonde hair pulled back into a single ponytail. I approached her from behind admiring her broad shoulders which tapered to a slim waist that flared to a shapely, muscular ass, covered in a short, tight skirt that thrust out even more due to the 6" stiletto heels she was wearing. Being a personal trainer it was obvious to me that this fit specimen spent a lot of time in the gym. Probably a lot of pull-ups and squats, I guessed.
When I pulled close to her I allowed my mind to connect to hers. "Emma," I said to her softly. Once our minds were connected I always knew my quarry's name. At first there was no response, not surprising as her mind was undoubtedly adjusting to my connection. "Emma," I repeated, a bit louder.
She turned slowly around, wearing the familiar vacant "deer in the headlights" look they always had when I made a new connection.
"Yes," she said slowly, softly.
I was immediately taken in by the largest two tits I had ever seen on a young lady, particularly one of her overall body build. They were natural, I knew, thanks to the link, and I guessed that she sported a DD cup size. They thrust out spectacularly in the low cut top she wore, held together only with string ties behind her neck and back. Being made of a white, stretch fabric, and due to her voluptuous bosom, it seemed like it was barely able to contain her ultra-generous assets. "Jackpot," I thought to myself. "If she is doing pull-ups, her strong developed shoulders would be due to the at least ten extra pounds she is packing in her chest," I thought jokingly.
"Are you alone," I queried her.
"No, two girlfriends are with me," she continued, still softly but closer to a normal conversational pace.
"Where are they seated? Don't point, just nod," I ordered.
She nodded back over her right shoulder. Surprisingly she had already become completely acclimated to my control as she had regained small motor control.
I peered in the direction she indicated and saw two attractive young girls at a table at the far end of the pub. "All the pretty ones travel in packs," I mused.
"Do they go to the gym like you?" With my mind I sensed that she frequently went to the gym. "Good girl," I thought.
"No, but I've been trying to talk them into joining," she replied.
Thinking quickly I ordered, "Tell your friends that you ran into one of the personal trainers at the gym. You find him hot and want to join him tonight. You will catch up with them later. Be convincing! Then go to the restroom and when finished, join me at that table," I pointed to a small table in a dimly lit corner at the opposite end of the room from where her friends were seated. I did not want them to see where we were so as to prevent any premature interference with the next steps of my plan.
She nodded, taking a minute to digest all of my instructions, then moved off. After reaching the small corner table I sat and watched Emma talking with her friends. They appeared to look quizzically at her at first, but then they smiled and all shared a laugh and a high-five. Exchanging waves Emma then made for the restroom.
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<<< I never quite understood where my ability came from, nor why I had it. I just knew that it was special, perhaps unique. After going through puberty I discovered that I could form a mind connection with girls. Just girls, it didn't work with guys. At first I used this "ability" to sense things about other girls, such as what they thought of me and if they were attracted to me. It didn't work with any girl however, just certain girls, which puzzled me at first. Being a hormone-laden young male, I discovered, after some experimentation, that I could only establish the link with sexually mature girls who had not yet had sex, i.e. virgins.
With some practice I soon came to the exciting conclusion that I could use this connection to control a girl, not only to attract her to me but to even have sex. Obviously this was quite a power for a sex-craved teenage male and, being careful to choose only girls of legal age, I deflowered many just for the sake of satisfying my sexual urges.
Then, over time, I found two very interesting properties of my power. First there were times after I had established a connection with a girl that later the connection was gone and I was unable to re-establish it. This, I realized, was due to the girl losing her virginity to someone else in the interim. Someone else "beats me to the punch" so to speak. Second, if I had made a connection and deflowered the girl myself, the connection, and my control over her was permanent. The link was just there the next time I reached out to her as if it was a natural course of things. Better yet, the more I had sex with her the stronger the link became and the more natural the girl would act, except for being under my total control. It was as if, through the link, she was picking up my orgasmic pleasure and satisfaction during the sex act and adding that to her own. Basically she would become more creative and focused on maximizing my pleasure as she would share that through the connection. In essence, she became my sex slave. This was powerful stuff. >>>
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After a few minutes I saw Emma come out of the restroom and she headed straight for my table and sat down. Using the link I had mentally directed her to take the chair so her back was to her friends at their distant table. She now seemed completely natural and comfortable with the link. It was very unusual for my control to progress this quickly, particularly before any sexual relations. However I couldn't think about that right now as I could barely keep my eyes from staring at her heaving breasts. It took all my self-control to prevent myself from fucking her on the spot and turning this virgin into a full-fledged woman. But that would come very soon, I assured myself. First I needed to perform a necessary background check on her.
"Emma, do you go to school?"
"Yes, I am a sophomore at the city university, majoring in nursing."
Excellent, she now goes beyond just answering my questions, using her intuition and a feeling via the link to offer additional information I want to know. "And where do you live," I continued.
"I moved into an apartment a few months ago which I share with my two friends over there."
"And why are you still a virgin?" I asked abruptly changing the subject to see if I could throw her off stride.
However she was very composed and capable, never losing her equilibrium as she answered. "Boys were always hitting on me because of my looks and that got tiring. I never was very attracted to any males, until you. I actually am more into girls, but never could get over the stigma of a same-sex relationship."
This was too good to be true I marveled. I have never had the link work this strong before consummating it. Her casual comment meant that she was not only attracted to me, but she was probably bisexual as well. However her dress indicated that down deep inside she was still hoping to find someone as she was sending out "ready for sex" signals like a flashing red light.
"Are your friends virgins as well?" I continued pressing her.
"Yes, we had formed a pact that we would tell each other when we lost our virginity," she replied.
"Hmmm," I thought to myself, "Emma, you are not going to be one much longer and as you and your two friends seem to be in this virginity thing together I can take care of them very soon."
Having heard enough I stood. Aloud I ordered her, "Come with me."
She stood, readily taking the hand I offered, and we left the pub hand-in-hand.
Nothing was said between us in the 15 minute drive to my place. Emma relaxed silently, her hands folded in her lap, looking ready to respond to anything I might say or demand of her.