*All sexually active or sexualized characters are at least 18 years old.
There is humiliation, name-calling, unprotected sex, and mind control in this story. The first three should only ever occur in real life between well-informed, consenting adults and the fourth one doesn't even exist in real life! So please treat this fiction as the fantasy that it is.
As always, chapters that are part of a larger arc are enjoyed and understood best if read in order.*
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A part of Will expected it to be Friday again when he woke up. As if the surreal events he remembered had no other explanation except for being part of a dream. He felt equal parts relief and excitement when the date on his computer confirmed Saturday. On one hand, it meant that the new intern at work, Liz was in fact the powerful, terrifying person with unfathomable powers that he had feared. Yet it also meant that he still retained the lesser version of those powers that she had inexplicably passed on.
Sure, Liz made it incredibly clear that she was the one in charge, but Will's sexual experiment on the dim and busty intern, Lauren T yesterday showed that he definitely had personal satisfaction to gain from this.
Will sat up in his bed and rested his head against the wall. It was still a lot to take in. As a staunch defender of science and logic, the past few days were incredibly counter-intuitive to him. Still, he reminded himself, science often required entirely new ways of thinking.
Perhaps more troubling than the unknown elements - of which Liz had commanded him to not discuss with others - was how quickly Will had been willing to use them on another human for his own sexual benefit.
Sure, Lauren T was vapid and annoying, but that didn't make her less of a person. Yes, Will had been able to erase her memories of the lewd titjob she performed on him in the soundroom, but that didn't appease his conscious. Plus, why was his first act of mind control a sexual act? Sure, that's all Liz seemed to use it for, but she never listed that as a restriction.
Will tried to think of other ways in which he could use his newfound abilities, but all his ideas were simple, selfish, and largely sexual. Was this another command of Liz's? Was it the nature of the mysterious power itself? Or, worst of all, was all this far too telling of Will's personality?
He got tired of thinking so hard so early in the morning and he sat at his computer chair and restored the browser he had kept minimized all night. It opened to Meagan's Facebook profile. Oh, right. He had jerked off to her again last night. She was the original intern to occupy Will's thoughts before all this supernatural Liz business. He felt resentful of Liz for distracting his life from his feelings for Meagan. It was a silly sentiment, but Will had really started to have deep feelings for the tiny redhead. He hadn't felt that way about a girl in a very long time.
Will constantly told himself that he should be thankful for his powers. But that line of thinking made him uneasy as well. Nothing about Liz made Will believe she should be trusted. She seemed to get pleasure out of controlling and humiliating Will and then somehow making him feel grateful for it.
Will closed Facebook out of guilt and frustration. Then he felt that dark feeling rise that he had felt in the soundroom the day before. The feeling that enabled him to ignore his guilt and command Lauren T to jerk him off with her giant breasts. Will remembered that Liz's arbitrary restriction was only set for Friday. He was free to come inside a girl's mouth now. The realization caused the dark feeling to consume even more of Will.
He spent a minute staring into space, thinking about who he should convince to suck him off and using which methods, but he was somehow able to shake himself off. It wasn't right. Liz must be trying to corrupt him. Maybe that's why she gifted him the powers in the first place.
Ignoring the dark pleas in his mind, Will instead opened up his porn stash on his computer and rifled through his favourite models. As mostly a boob guy, the majority of the girls featured exaggerated breasts. Still, he settled on the comparatively proportionate April O'Neil - ignoring the fact that she looked like a less scary version of Liz - and jerked off to settle his libido.
The morning passed uneventfully after that. Despite working afternoons and evenings during the week, Will tended to wake up fairly early on weekends. He watched some TV, dicked around on the internet, and made himself a late breakfast. It was only one in the afternoon when Will got bored of his apartment and decided to head to The Lazy Bean, his favourite independent coffee shop a few blocks away.
Will had no issue with the bigger chains, but The Lazy Bean had a better sense of community. Fewer employees worked there and he knew them all very well after living in the area for a few years. As he threw on his jacket and got in his building's elevator, Will did his best to pretend like he didn't hope Sophie was working. Or, more accurately, he pretended that he wasn't almost certain she was working. Because of the small staff, the schedule was pretty easy to work out and Sophie always worked weekends.
Will blasted music in his ear to keep his mind as clear as possible to feign innocence and hold back the moral part of his brain. His stride was faster than normal and he was nearly at a jog by the time he got inside. Although he tried to ignore it, his heart sank when he didn't see Sophie behind the counter. It was Jeff, the manager. A nice enough guy not much older than Will, but way more by-the-book than Will would have expected from a small coffee shop.
"Hey Will! The usual?" Jeff beamed and didn't even wait for an answer before moving to the espresso bar.
"Thanks, man," Will replied. He pulled out his wallet and stood by the cash.
"Sophie will ring you in in a second. She's just putting the new order away."
"Alright," replied Will coolly while his heart jumped.
Sure enough, the tall Japanese girl strode out of the back room a few moments later. Her height and confident way she held herself led people to believe she was stuck up, but that perception often evaporated when she spoke.
"Ohmygawd, hey Will! Where have you been?" Sophie's voice was projected across the cafe, but was silky enough to not disturb the customers. Will couldn't help but beam back at her.
"I was here last weekend, Sophie. I'm never here during the week."
"Oh yeah! D'uh. I'm such an idiot."
