Interrogation 14

Hello everyone! It's been a little longer than I had planned, but I'm back with another short story. I debated for a while whether this one should go under Non-Consent or Mind Control, but decided the latter would be more fitting, though feel free to tell me your thoughts in the comments.

This story in particular may resonate with some of you. I'm sure we've all experienced that feeling of thinking someone is attracted to you, but unable to decide if you should act on it or not. It would be so much easier if you could just ask them. But that comes with its own set of messy problems and consequences doesn't it? Always try to be understanding and view the situation from all possible angles, don't make assumptions about what other people are feeling, because you won't know for sure what they want unless they tell you. And the same goes for you, dear reader, make sure you make your intentions known. Who knows, maybe they feel the same way!

Don't forget, consent is very sexy!

I know I said that I would have an update on the big FreeUse story I've been teasing over the past few posts, but I will save that for the post story credits, no need to make all you excited readers wait any longer than I already have. I sure rambled a lot this time. So let's move on to the-

Interrogation

Richard slumped forward in his chair, resting his elbows on the desk. His eyes bored into the dark reflection of his phone, waiting for it to light up. He hated feeling so desperate, and after so many years he really shouldn't be surprised. He rubbed at his temples. He was probably getting a migraine from all this.

He grabbed his phone off the desk and clicked it on, quickly navigating to his snapchat. Right at the top was Stella. Immediately next to her name was his empty little arrow. It had been nearly an hour since she'd opened his response and still nothing. Most people would just say she was busy or maybe she hadn't liked what he'd had to say. But he knew better. Stella was always doing this to him. She'd send these mirror length shots of herself all dressed up for work and ask him what he thought, and of course he'd flood her with compliments. Then nothing.

There used to be a time when he thought she was just being friendly, but over the past few years that idea was slowly disproven. It started with how she would message him after work. It was like she was trying to get a reaction from him. The videos would start with her resting her phone down and complaining about her day, and then she'd walk off screen. Just when she was almost out of frame, you'd see her start to strip off her scrubs and get dressed again. There was barely anything in the shots, just a stray arm here and there, but just imagining what he'd see if the phone was tilted a few inches more...

A shiver went through his body and he glanced at the door. It was shut, but it wouldn't be a good look if anyone walked in and caught him getting hard. Or slacking off.

That being said, he was finding it impossible to focus on work right now. He couldn't stop thinking of her. She was smart, witty, and she looked adorable. She only came up to his shoulder and it made him want to just pick her up and squeeze her. He sighed. He bet she'd be fun to squeeze in more ways than one.He'd always harbored this idea that one day she'd open up to him more and the two of them would just click, but it never seemed to reach that point.

Like last night. They'd had such a great conversation and he thought maybe that meant things were finally going somewhere, but alas, no.

It had started out normal enough, she had sent him her usually teasy video, complaining about work and the usual, but then she'd started talking about a new series she was watching. He'd heard it was really raunchy, but she didn't mention any of those scenes and he didn't bring it up. After all, he'd learned a long time ago that the best way to get her to end a conversation was to bring up something she wasn't trying to discuss with him. And since he liked talking to her too much, he did his best to keep it going as well as he could.

After the first few messages the new episode started and she got really into it. It had been cute how intense and focused she'd gotten with whatever was on screen at the time. And the way she held her phone coupled with how far she was leaning, there was no way she hadn't realized how much cleavage she was showing with that tiny tank top on. She was always flashing a bit of skin, but this time it was like she was doing it on purpose. He'd gotten a great view too, they'd always looked like C's to him, but after last night he was sure they were at least D's. And she'd just had them all on display like that.

Ugh, It was probably all in his head, but still. It was hard not to see it as flirting. Especially when she went out of her way to ask for his opinion.

His mind went back to this morning's snap. Her scrubs had hugged her frame and she hadn't bothered buttoning them all the way up before sending the snap. It was like she was trying to accent her cleavage again after he'd purposefully ignored it last night.

Richard shook his head. It was like she was playing some kind of game where only she knew the rules. He grabbed his phone again and sighed after checking his barren notifications. How else was he supposed to feel about her message; "Morning Richard, how do you like my new top?"

After he'd stopped staring at the picture- and had stopped himself from saving the photo for later- he had sent back an enthusiastic reply, letting her know how amazing it was and that he hoped she had a good day. That was-he clicked his phone again-an hour and a half ago...

With a sharp slap on each side of his face, he put his phone down and turned back towards his computer. He had to get over this. He couldn't keep letting her get to him like this.

And yet...

He grabbed his phone one more time, peeking out of the corner of his eye. Just to check the time of course...

11:09

Nothing.

Whatever. He had to get that project done anyway, maybe she'd respond back once she got to work. She did that sometimes, though only if they were talking about something she was excited about. Which was normal for her. She rarely asked about what he was doing and even when she did it was probably just to be polite, she never bothered responding to anything he answered with.

He did another quick check.

11:10

Still nothing. Guess teasing him about her boobs wasn't interesting enough for her. God. Sometimes he wanted to turn back the clock and go back to being regular old friends. Sure, he'd always considered her cute, but he never thought someone like her would be into someone like him. He didn't seem her type, and she was way too innocent and shy back then for him to consider her as anything other than a friend. Or so he'd always thought.

Fuck. he wasn't going to get anything done today. The entire day was dragging.

11:11

He stared down at the little screen and buried his head in his hand. He just wished he could get the truth out of her. Was that too much to ask? If he could just stop her from being so coy and give him a straight answer for once...

He gripped his head and squeezed his eyes shut. Ouch, that hurt. He dropped his phone and cradled his stomach. It was like his gut had just shivered. He'd never felt anything like that before.

It didn't feel like he needed to puke, but... Richard stopped shaking and looked down. The tension was gone, almost like it had never happened.

Weird.

Really weird.

First headaches and now this, maybe he was coming down with something. He grabbed his phone, did one last quick check, and then tossed it in his desk drawer. Whatever. Stella could wait. Thinking about her so much was obviously messing with him and he needed to get these reviews done. No more distractions.

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The rest of the day meandered along like a last place snail. But, he'd finally managed to get his reports done. Without checking his phone even once he was proud to say. Not that it mattered, by the time he grabbed his phone out of his desk and left for the day there hadn't been any new messages. On the bright side, his stomach hadn't hurt him again after that unusual episode that morning.

Stopping at the corner and looking up at the great big building in front of him, he let out a sigh as he appreciated the setting sun shimmering across the tall sea of glass. It was nice to be home.

He didn't have any big plans for the night, and that was fine by him. After the day he'd had, he wasn't in any rush to be busy. Maybe he'd order out, he wasn't sure there was any energy left in him to cook. And the more he thought about deliciously packed styrofoam and an empty sink, the less motivation he had to argue with himself.

Approaching the front entrance, he gave a short nod to the doorman. "How's it going? He said politely. And instantly regretted as a sudden tightness flashes across his stomach.

He must have looked off, because when he looked back at the doorman he was giving him an odd look. Opening the door for him, he nodded. "Pretty shitty, I found out my wife is cheating on me and she served me with divorce papers Monday."

Uh... well that was a tad personal.

Richard gave the man a mournful nod but hurried into the lobby. Poor guy. He looked back at the man who was now looking awfully disturbed. Guess you never know what some people were going through.

At least the rest of the night went better. His stomach didn't hurt the rest of the night, and after downing some water and stuffing his face with a few crab rangoons, his migrain was a distant memory as well.

Stella did message him eventually, but she made no mention of their morning conversation. No, she just did her usual strip tease and started talking about the last episode of that show she'd been binging. No cleavage this time sadly, she'd chosen to wear a t-shirt instead. But she was getting pretty invested in that show of hers, she kept telling him he should give it a shot. Which was surprisingly pushy of her. It was a nice change, and he actually fell asleep pretty easily that night. Not that he noticed a difference in the morning.

Dragging himself out of bed and getting presentable, he yawned the entire way to the coffee shop.It was going to be another long day. Though all the work he had done yesterday meant his schedule should be pretty open, as long as the team had gotten a grip on their caseload.

Walking up to the counter he placed his order and waited, checking his phone for any messages. Stella hadn't sent him anything yet but he was oddly okay with that. Less to worry about.

"Richard?"

He glanced up at the sound of his name, and walked over to grab his breakfast. Thanking the young lady with the bag and cup, he went to grab some napkins but the holder was empty. "Excuse me, Would you be able to give me any more napkins?"

Richard's gut panged again and he wondered if breakfast was the best idea after all. He'd gotten a pretty good night's sleep-regardless of what the bags under his eyes said-and he wasn't feeling as down as he had after yesterday's kerfuffle. So why was his body still acting up?

The server didn't appear to notice anything, she just stared at him, a glazed look in her eyes as she reached down behind the counter. "Whatever, you can have as many as you want. They're going to fire me later so I don't give a shit any more."

She said it all with a blank look on her face, and passed him a huge unopened box of napkins. He wasn't sure what to say as he cradled the package in his arm and backed away. She was looking a bit taken back now, and he was close enough to the door that he just left. There was such a thing as too awkward and that had definitely been his limit. Some people...

Hefting the napkins into a better position, he carried on to work. At least they were light, and now they had some supplies for the next potluck. And he'd have a good story to tell the team.

After that the morning seemed to go by fairly quickly, no more pain and the team had done such a good job yesterday that he didn't have much to monitor. He kept himself busy tidying up his email and organizing some documents, but all in all it was a much better day. Before he knew it, lunch had come and gone and he was looking down at his empty inbox. The numbers looked good, and he was getting fidgety, maybe it was a good time to go talk to the team, give everyone a well deserved distraction.

There was a sudden knock at the door and he looked up, finding Marcy peering in.

"Do you got a minute, boss?"

Richard smiled at her. "Of course Marcy, come on in. I was just about to go see everyone." He smiled as she stepped into his office. She was one of his best workers, and she'd been on the team longer than anyone else. She was cute, but not exactly his type. Not that he would ever flirt with a coworker. "So, What can I do for you Marcy?"

"I was wondering if I could take the rest of the day off, sir."

He smiled. Not surprising. Their workload was so low today that he couldn't believe it had taken this long. She had plenty of time off saved up though, so no worries. Not that that was going to stop him from giving her a bit of a hard time. "I guess so. Why, got a hot date tonight?"

Ouch. there it was again. That gut pain. It was gone in a flash though. He looked up to see if Marcy had noticed, but her face had gone blank.

Her brown eyes glazed over and her mouth parted slightly. "No, my new dildo got delivered and I want to go home and ride it until I pass out."

Richard stared at her. She stood there, swaying, and then her eyes came back into focus and she brought a hand up to her mouth as she stared at him, mouth agape.

"Oh my god, sir, I am so sorry, I didn't mean to say that outloud." Marcy staggered back, staring at him in wide eyed horror.

That, was not what he'd been expecting.

At all.

In fact, he'd been experiencing a lot of unusualness lately.

Marcy was stammering now, trying excuse after excuse and apologizing fervently, but Richard paid her little mind. This was the third time in a day that he'd gotten an uncomfortable amount of truth out of someone. The doorman and barista could have been a coincidence, but his own model employee? He looked up at Marcy who now had a small tear forming in the corner of her eye. She was far too diligent, she'd never make a mistake like that. There had to be something more to it.

He watched her, thinking about what to do next, his stomach felt tight as he pondered what to ask. Wait, ask? He had a brief flash of inspiration. Looking back, he could never tell what made him jump to the conclusion, but he knew at that moment that he was right. It was the way he was asking. It was like they were compelled to answer.

"Marcy," he said, looking back at the poor girl. "Could you please shut the door?"

As soon as the question left his lips, his gut got tight once more and the glazed look reapered in Marcy's eyes.

"Of course, sir." She said with no emotion, and turned to shut the door. As it clicked into place, she returned to where she had been standing before and her eyes started to come into focus.

Huh, the effect had seemed to last a lot longer that time. Could... he also make them do what he wanted?

"Am... Am I in trouble sir?" Marcy stuttered, looking at him with fear, and he felt a pang of guilt.

"No, it was obviously a slip of the tongue. A simple mistake, my dear," he said calmly, trying to reassure her. He didn't want to frighten her, but he had to test his theory. "That being said, I'd like to discuss something with you, before I let you go for the day."

Marcy didn't look any less worried, but she nodded regardless. "And, I don't want our discussion to leave this room. I'm sure you understand?"

There it was again, that tightening of his gut, and the way her eyes became unfocused. She looked at him and nodded. "Understood, sir."

Interesting.

But he wondered how far these orders could go. And he had to protect himself as well. It wouldn't look good if she reported him to HR for making a whole bunch of demands. Sure he could probably blackmail her into keeping quiet, but he didn't want to resort to that if he had other options. That meant it was time to test the limits of these new powers.

He focused on his gut, trying to recall that tight feeling he'd been having. Whatever these powers were, they always seemed to affect his body whenever he used them. It seemed to happen on its own, but what he was about to attempt may push the limits, so why not add a bit of force.

"Marcy, I want to ask you some questions," he said, trying to keep his voice firm. The now familiar tightness spread through his gut and he watched as Marcy's eyes glazed over again. Good, good. Now for the tricky part. "Afterward, you won't remember or care about anything we have discussed, from the moment you shut the door, to until I say... Ketchup, understood?"

It was an uninspiring choice of trigger word, but he hadn't had time to come up with anything else and he figured he probably wouldn't be discussing condiments in the next ten minutes.

Still standing in the middle of the room, her eyes glazed over and vacant, she nodded once. "Yes, sir."

Okay, time for the test. Something innocuous, in case his little experiment didn't work. "What did you do last weekend?" There, nice and simple. If his test failed and she did remember, it would be no big loss to him, and maybe she'd gotten up to something juicy. He wouldn't put it past her after what she'd told him earlier.

"After I got home last Friday. I crawled into bed and masturbated while thinking of that new hire over in accounting. Then I had takeout on the couch sitting in my bra and panties. I answered the door that way too and after I finished eating I got off a second time thinking about the pizza guy. That night I passed out eating ice cream and watching porn."

Marcy paused to take a breath and Richard tried his best to control his expression. This was far beyond his expectations.

"Saturday morning I had brunch with my family, afterwards I went home and fantasized about the waiter. His pants were super tight and I had a great view of his cock, it looked massive. I spent the rest of the night looking up different kinds of extra large dildos and got off watching people who had tested them."

If the onslaught of vicious honesty affected her at all, it didn't show on her face. Her eyes still had that murkiness to them and she barely moved except to blink and speak.

"After I woke up Sunday, I placed the order for the dildo I had chosen the night before, and then spent the rest of the day cleaning and getting ready for work," she finished lamely. Not the best end to such an exciting story.

Yet, it was more than he could have ever hoped for. It was almost as if she could tell what stuff he was most interested in. She'd sped through the mundane stuff pretty quickly, but had paid a lot of attention to all the erotic moments.

Marcy's eyes began to come back into focus and he glazed up at her in time to see the horror spread out through her face. Shit.

"Ketchup."

For a moment the horror struck look froze on her face, then it was gone. Replaced with a dazed expression, Marcy blinked a few times and looked at him. "Um, so the door is shut sir... What did you want to ask me?"

Well then...

He opened his mouth to speak and felt his gut begin to tighten. He shook his head and waited for the feeling to pass. Once it was gone, he looked back at her, looking sternly into her eyes. "Do you remember what we talked about after you shut the door?"

Her eyes remained clear, and he didn't feel any tighter than normal. That was a good start.