Part 4
Max
"BEEP! BEEP!" goes the alarm, and I flail around with my right hand to try to bang the clock to stop the irritating beeping, though I end up knocking it off the nightstand instead. I roll over, being kind to my morning wood as I did so, to lean over the side of the bed to clumsily reach for the radio to shut it off. I still didn't want to open my eyes so it took some time to do this.
I was having the most intense dream! I had been dreaming that one of my crushes growing up was swallowing my cock whole. When I woke up, I realized that Anne wasn't between my legs at all. I'd let the girls have the night to themselves, with school and work the next day.
This is where I ponder about other stories I've read where taking control of someone completely ruins their outside life, and focuses on their captivity. I'd rather them continue to live their lives, but be available to me whenever I could use a good fucking. Why ruin their lives so I can have pussy when I want, when having a harem of sorts, with women all over town, could almost surly have someone available to me at any hour of the day.
Harem. That's a word I hadn't thought about until waking up today. I really didn't think about the fact that I'd be collecting women as I have over this last weekend. I knew I'd be collecting more as time passes. How could I not, with the work I'm in?
I did mention that I work at a grocery store, right? I work in the produce department, and have for a few years. Before that, I worked on the front end in the check out lanes. At that point, with a few coworkers, I would joke about "Thank God for aprons!" as I was constantly inundated with beautiful young ladies going through my line, and hiding my constant erection was necessity.
Working at a store just a mile from the major university in my town, I am pretty lucky. Other stores like mine in town are much farther away from campus, so all the kids come shopping at my store for convenience. That being said, it's always a beautiful day at work. Everyone needs to eat, and I'm the closest store to accommodate that need.
Now, another great thing about working there is that when it's nice out, women wear less clothing, and more revealing clothing more often. Mostly to dissipate the heat, but they do look damn sexy in their attempt at cooling off. Many sundresses, short skirts, tight shirts, cleavage revealing shirts, yoga pants and the like, as well as the lack of underwear keeps the mind going places that can be very enjoyable.
Ahhhh. I love working where I may keep getting older, but all the ladies stay the same age every year. Always young and beautiful.
I think about all this, as I'm getting out of bed, taking my shower, and preparing for another grueling day at work. Work is usually just a boring job getting anything sell-able to the displays and people watching. I do like doing that more, so I keep the job as good entertainment. For instance, watching women picking out cucumbers. They do tend to fondle them a bit, and the size matters, with what they want it for. Sometimes, I fantasize about what they're using them for, and wishing I could help them use it.
My town tends to be quite liberal, and accepting, including how the women dress. The 'Free the nipple' initiative, 'burn the bras' feelings, and such help out the scenery. When I'm pulling up in the parking lot, I have to stop to allow a girl to cross the intersection, wearing next to nothing as she heads to her car with a small bag of goodies. Short black skirt and flats, black fishnet vest of a sort, and a black bra, leaving the majority of her torso exposed. Damn, it's a fine day to go to work here.
Except it wasn't. For most of the day, it was just families and a few stray students about. The rest must be out enjoying the weather, hiking in the hills bordering our town, laying out to get their tan on, or studying under a tree at a park.
And then she walked into the department. Shoulders back, standing tall (might be 5'5"), and proud, walking right by me. I was kind of stunned, and then realized what I had seen. She wore a pair of sandles, short jean shorts and a white top with a faded logo on the front. The thing with this shirt though, was that it was one that looks like it's been washed a billion times so you can about see everything inside the shirt. She had a pair of breasts, for their size, that would stop a bus. Maybe a large B cup or small C cup, conical in shape, with puffy aureole, and firm nipples. Her great natural red hair shading her face and reached just a little past the shoulder.
She smelled great too. Strawberries, I believe.
I had to do something. I also had a crowd of people in the department. That would be awkward if others came up to me, asking me for something, while I'm essentially 'training' this young lady. Then again, it wouldn't be easy wherever I do it. I take the necklace off. Here I go...
"Excuse me, Miss! I think you dropped this." I hold the necklace out just a bit as she turns around. Immediately, I look around. We're by the apples, and no one else is near for the moment. When I turn back, her face is a neutral stare looking in my direction. I wasn't going to be able to last as long as normal keeping her like this. Time for the edited version, for now.
"What is your name?" I asked first off.
"Krystal" she says.
"Well, Krystal, you are under my complete control. Anything I tell you to do, you will do. Remember this number: ***-***-****. Text that number any and all erotic photos you have. Take a few more, including in this outfit you have on. Any command that comes from that number is as though it is a command from me. Come back here in" I look at my watch real quick "about an hour and meet me at the entrance to the store."
I really hope she didn't have any real plans tonight. That could pose a problem. I couldn't think about that now though. It was only Monday. Hopefully there won't be any plans tonight. I'd worry more if it was close to the weekend.
"You'll wake up in 3... 2... 1, and wake." I say, and put the necklace back on and grab my house keys, holding them up quickly. She looks down at what I have in my hand.
"Those aren't mine. Thank you for checking." she says to me.
"Oh, ok. Have a good evening." I break off and return to my work as she walks away. Man, she's gorgeous, and just a few inches shorter than I am. I can't wait to see her in an hour. This will be fun.
The next hour takes as long as a day in a rock quarry, breaking rock into gravel, by hand. I had an hour to think about what I wanted to do with her when she returned. After about 40 minutes, I started getting photos thru text. First, it was a photo in the shirt she had on, and then the naked shots followed. I barely scrolled through them at the moment, but I had signed out a few minutes early for the night, and stood at the entrance going through at a more leisurely pace. Fantastic images to jack off to. Not that I really have to do that myself anymore.
Just as I was staring at her juicy cunt, spread open and one finger inside her, she decided to walk up to me. She happened to look down at my phone before I acknowledged her there, and before I was able to put the phone away.
"Mmmm. That was fun!" she says. "Hi. I'm Krystal" as she holds out her hand to shake. She's still wearing the same outfit as before, and I look her up and down as I shake her hand, noticing how her breasts shake just a bit. This time, I could make out her tan lines on her torso. Her smile is contagious and I take in her face at the end. Her bright green eyes, little button nose curved up, high cheek bones, lots of freckles, and her hair this time held out of the way by a few strands tucked behind the ear.
"Max" I say as I fumble for the necklace again. I pull it out of my shirt and turn to face her directly. She notices the movement and looks down and freezes. I'm glad I was standing a little ways away from the entrance, so barely anyone would walk by as I talked to her subconscious mind.
