I am abnormal. I was born that way. I can make people do what I want them to do. Anyone. Anything. Anytime. But only one person at a time. No mass hypnosis. And what’s worse, I’m mortal. When I’m hurt, it hurts. If the bleeding doesn’t stop, if I can’t breathe, if I don’t drink water, I die. Just like everyone else.
So - you can imagine what that means for the profile I keep. I cannot let anybody know. No friends, no family, no government agency can find out. Take a moment to think about what would happen to me if they did. Am I an asset or an enemy? Almost certainly someone would kill me to protect themselves.
For those of you thinking wow, what power, what bliss - think deeper. Did you ever hear the story of the lady that was granted three wishes? The old witch that gave the wishes said she could have one a day.
The first wish was for a large sum of money. Within hours she learned her son had been crushed to death at work. The compensation for the death was the exact amount she wished for.
The next day she wished her son was alive again and his mangled body screamed and writhed in agony until the next day when she could wish him dead again.
Point being, if you ever have wishes, you better have your contract lawyer with you. And if you can make people do what you want them to do, you better be very sure the ramifications don’t make things worse than they already are. I can make you give me a pay rise, but unless I spend all day every day pointing my energy at your head, I can’t stop you regretting the decision and hating me for it. I can make you give me the keys to your car, but it won’t stop you calling the police to get it back. I can get a President to start a trade war with China, but not make him do it with any sort of intellectual or emotional intelligence. (I didn’t do that, by the way, that wasn’t me.)
So, if I influence you in anything important, I need to know you were already in the general area of that decision. When I turn my influence off, I can’t have you feeling bewitched. You’ll hate me for it.
But - I can make the odd person suddenly worry they left their purse in the car and step out of the queue in front of me. Or have a waiter give me the best seat available. Or have my landlord agree to wait a day for my rent. Even if they wonder afterward what made them do it, it’s not a disaster, right?
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Mary-Felice sat with Tom Gu at lunch. He was an industry leader in semi-conductor, a young billionaire. She was an aspiring headhunter, hired by the best of the big four to set up their in-country desk in tech and engineering recruitment. Tom had given her the time for lunch at the request of his godfather, who knew Mary-Felice’s grandfather from college in the US.
“I don’t have any business to give right now,” he said as warmly as he could. “We don’t usually use your firm, I know, but even if I did your family a favor, I don’t have a role open.”
Mary-Felice knew that wasn’t true. Tom underestimated her connections in the market.
“But if there was a role, in future, what would I need to do to have a chance of getting the project?”
“MF, you’re a bright young thing. I know your education is good. I know our HRVP rates you from his previous company. But I’ve always used Wilson, you know? How am I gonna explain to him, right?”
“I’m happy to get projects in turn.”
Tom smiled. “You don’t take a hint huh? MF, come on. You’re super pretty. Stylish. Young. There will be lots of customers wanna work with you. You don’t need me.”
“Yes I do. If you give me one project, just one, and I do well, you know it’s a great reference for me. Just one, even if all the others go to Wilson.”
“MF, I did my favor to your family by coming here to lunch. Please don’t ask me to jeopardize my friend by putting our business at risk. I understand it may help you, even one project, but I don’t think this will help me.”
Mary-Felice took a deep breath. She needed a project from him. Just one.
“Excuse me a moment,” she said. “Bathroom.”
In a moment of madness, she went into the cubicle and rolled off her panty-hose and underwear. She undid her bra and took it down her arms. All of it went in her purse. All Mary-Felice had left on was her dress and her heels. The dress buttoned all the way down the front. She undid the top two and bottom two buttons.
Back at the table Mary-Felice sat on the other side of Tom, away from the view of the rest of the restaurant. He noticed the top buttons straight away.
“Why are you sitting there?”
“You want to know what’s in it for you, right?”
Mary-Felice opened one more button at top. The front was loose enough to clearly see her bra-less breast, but she flicked it forward anyway to be certain there was no doubt in her intent.
“Holy shit MF. Are you serious?”
She didn’t say anything. She simply undid the four remaining buttons. Pulling the sides apart she discretely turned to him and opened her legs.
“Fuck me,” Tom said, staggered. “You are fucking pristine. What a fucking body!”
Her tits were incredible. Her pussy was divine. Her thighs were devourable. 27 years old and perfect.
“One deal,” Mary-Felice asked.
“One deal for what? Not just for looking I hope?”
“Of course not,” Mary-Felice said uncertainly. She had actually hoped it would be enough.
Tom reached out and gripped a breast.
“Wow. That’s tight. How’s your cunt?”
He reached down to touch. Mary-Felice jumped, but steeled herself to keep her legs open. She leaned back to let his finger in. Deeper and deeper he went. Keeping an eye out for anyone noticing, he rolled his digit around her insides. Mary-Felice closed her eyes. She was beginning to leak juices into his palm. Tom pulled out and held the mess up to the light. Smiling and nodding, he put his finger to Mary-Felice’s lips. She opened her mouth and sucked his finger and hand clean.
“Not too bad. Okay. Do your buttons back up. Come to my flat in the city tomorrow before lunch. Eleven o’clock. My PA will tee it up. If you’re not on the pill, bring condoms. And don’t plan to be in the office for the rest of the day. If you can fuck as good as you look, I’ll give you the next project.”
Shaking, Mary-Felice buttoned up. She had never done such a thing in her life. She took deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart. She moved back to her seat to finish her meal in a daze. She had his business. She had no doubt Tom would be true to his word. But, goodness, he was going to fuck her for it. Actually fuck her.
For forty-five more minutes Tom was relaxed and open about genuine work issues. They talked about home and their distant connections to family and friends. He seemed unconcerned she had a steady boyfriend, asking about how they met, their first sex, where they had visited, if they planned to get married?
“I look forward to tomorrow,” he smiled warmly when they parted. Stepping in to hold her, he put his hand up the back of her dress to hold her bare ass. “I’m glad my godfather suggested this lunch. I had no idea you would be so...easy. It’s going to be fun working together.”
“It will,” Mary-Felice forced a smile in return. “I look forward to...”
She didn’t know what to say either.
“...having my cock in you?” Tom teased. His hand moved down between her legs, the tips of his fingers reaching inside her cunt. “Oh, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.”
“That will be nice,” she found herself say.
