Danny stared out the window of the car as he was brought back home from the hospital. He pondered the last few days he'd spent there, recovering from the car accident.
Doctor Mills, a beautiful woman who was overseeing his recovery, had commented that he had come out of the accident pretty much unscathed, except for a big bump on the head which didn't seem to cause too much damage.
That was right before she flashed him her breasts and sucked his dick, seemingly out of nowhere. But that wasn't the crazy part. The crazy part was that Danny had made her do it, made her WANT it, with his mind.
Danny had tested the idea that somehow his thoughts could influence others during his stay at the hospital. He tested out little, innocuous things that would go unnoticed by anyone else, but would stand out to him. Things like 'there's a fly on your ear' or 'your phone is ringing', causing the men and women, the doctors and nurses who came and went in his room to swat at the air beside their head absent-mindedly, or take out their phone and frown when they saw that their phone wasn't ringing at all.
There were some people that were harder to manipulate. They required more effort to do things. Little things were easy, but getting someone to do something that they normally wouldn't do was hard. But for some, getting them to do the big things was easy.
Doctor Mills paid Danny a lot of visits during his stay. Each time, at Danny's urging, she would lift up her shirt to show off her breasts, and once he got hard, she would obediently put his dick in her mouth and suck him off.
Not just the doctor either. Danny got a few of the lady nurses to provide the same service too. As a teenage boy with the power of mind control, of course the first thing he would do was facilitate a few sexual encounters with the attractive women around him.
Through all of it, he realised something that all of these people he manipulated had in common. Once he'd gotten them to do something big, something that they normally wouldn't want to do, their eyes changed colour. No matter what colour their eyes were before, once his influence was on them their eyes turned green.
Danny didn't know why he was suddenly able to have this kind of power over people. He'd had a lot of time to think about things during his time at the hospital. The only thing that made any kind of sense (if anything at all made sense about this), was that the bump on the head had somehow given this power to him. Each time he exerted his power over someone, he felt a kind of muscle, or force inside his head. When someone was resistant to his urging, he felt that muscle strain and it could get quite painful if he kept trying too hard.
During his sexual adventures at the hospital, Danny hadn't gone all the way. While he'd convinced the lovely ladies working there to show off their chests and suck his dick, he never got them to actually have sex with him. He'd gone slightly further, of course, and gotten them to take off their pants and panties to show him their naked asses and of course their delectable pussies. He'd used his fingers and explored their folds, much to their appreciation. But he'd never had sex with these women.
Danny was a virgin. His first time for having real sex was still ahead of him. And, while he'd been tempted to use his new power to encourage these women to take that step with him, he didn't.
The driver was pulling into his house's driveway. They'd arrived. He looked out the window at his house, and felt the habitual stab of dread of coming home to his toxic stepmother and her two daughters. But now, he remembered, things were different.
Danny was saving himself. He was saving his first time for something TRULY satisfying. Something that he was really going to enjoy.
He was going to make these women who had made his life hell make up for what they'd done to him, whether they liked it or not.
When Danny went inside and closed the door behind him, there was no one waiting for him. That wasn't really surprising. He knew that Karen, Brenda, and Valeria were all home; their cars were parked in the garage. But none of them cared about him, an in fact they probably wouldn't even care whether he was alright after his accident.
Danny swallowed thickly at the bitter disappointment that he felt in his heart, as Karen's voice drifted over from the next room. It sounded like she was on the phone.
"I don't care," she said in her usual acerbic tone. "The fact remains that the job's not done. And I don't pay for jobs that aren't done."
Danny crept quietly to the doorway, and peered into the dining room to see Karen standing by the dinner table. She had her back to him, and her cell phone to her ear. Her hand was resting on the table with her purse and her keys nearby, so she was either just home or just about to leave.
From where he stood, Danny had a fantastic view of Karen's ass. As always, Karen was wearing a short skirt that left very little to the imagination. Danny could make out every curve, and trace the panty lines. As Karen shifted her weight from one leg to the other, Danny watched her ass cheeks jiggle slightly under the skirt.
He was excited. As much as he detested the woman herself, her body had been a frequent visitor to his masturbatory fantasies ever since she'd met his dad. Though he'd never seen anything more than the tantalisingly high hem of her skirt, he longed to take a peek under it to see her panties. The image of her bending over, and reaching back to pull her luscious ass cheeks apart to show him her cunt and her asshole all at once, was one that he'd imagined many times. And now, with his new power, it could now become a reality.
"No! You're just offering me excuses!" she snapped into the phone. She still had her back to him, and had no idea that Danny was even there. "I told you that I don't give a shit! You had your chance, and you blew it."
Focusing his mind, Danny reached for the place that had buzzed and itched inside his head ever since the accident. It's where his power lived. Every time he used it to influence someone, he could feel it flexing. He reached out, and thought his commands to Karen from where he stood at the doorway.
Lift up your skirt
.
His gaze was fixed on her full ass straining at her skirt. Her hand didn't move, and his power strained under the force of his command. Some people were harder to manipulate than others, he remembered. He tried again, seeing if just a little more pressure would do it.
Lift your skirt up over your butt.
Still nothing, and now the pressure was getting too much in his head, and he was starting to get a headache.
Do it!
Suddenly he felt the clap of pain as a migraine arrived, causing him to clamp his hands to his head and reel away from the door. His ears were ringing, and all he saw stars and flashes of light. It was too much. Whatever it was that made some people harder for Danny to control, Karen apparently had it in spades.
Danny heard the jingle of keys coming through the doorway from the dining room, and he knew that Karen was there.
"Oh. You're home," she said. But she didn't sound warm or welcoming in any way, but instead she spoke as though she'd just made an unpleasant discovery. "I'm leaving, because some of us actually work for a living."
