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It's Not 'Mind Control' It's 'Coercive Persuasion'
(This is a story someone commissioned me to write, names have been changed for privacy.)
Stepping into the restaurant, I briefly analyzed the place. It's small but moderately busy for its size. A few waiters are bustling around and there's a conversation in the air.
I moved towards the hostess' counter and pulled out my lucky charm, what looks like a standard bottle of breath spray. In one quick movement, I pull it to my mouth and spray it in. The minty freshness lasts all of two seconds before gaining a sour note, reminding me that this is in fact, no standard breath spray. Rather, this specialty item has been by my side for a few years.
Some call it brainwashing or mind control, but I like to think of it as... coercive persuasion.
I tightened my tie and straightened my jacket before seeing the hostess arrive.
"Good afternoon sir, do you have a reservation?" She says as she walks up to her desk while smiling at me. As it usually goes for a hostess, she's a pretty young thing, with long brunette hair and gentle features, not to mention an amazing body as shown off by the tight black dress she wore. She'll do just fine for my plan.
I took a moment to stretch my vocal cords, activating the spray in the process, "well, there's a funny story about that..." I flashed her a smile, knowing fully well my looks alone could get me a table in this place. But what I want, is a little more complex.
I leaned over her desk, getting within an inch of her face, "would you be a dear and lock the doors."
Confusion spread across her face before she flashed a smile and nodded. She walked past me to do as I commanded.
Just as she locked the doors I closed the distance between us, she turned around only for me to press her against the door. Her face grew flustered and I could tell she registered the unusual nature of what was occurring without being able to want to stop me.
I took one hand and twirled her hair gently in my fingers, "now go into the kitchen and fuck whoever happens to be in there, coworkers, your boss, I don't care." She had some resistance growing on her face, I've come to learn the signs. Her eyes would narrow, if only slightly, and her nose was ready to pinch up in disgust, but most importantly, her lips parted and let out a gasp. That's not the sound of someone who will do whatever I ask.
I suppose this hostess has a little more to her brain than I previously thought. Before letting her go, I pull out my spray and spritz it into her face.
"There, that'll last you, now go." She scampered off towards the kitchen, already stripping off her dress as she went.
My eyes lingered on the swinging kitchen doors for a few seconds and I couldn't help but laugh at the surprised yelps I heard.
Looking around the room again, no one seemed to be interested in the kitchen except for the waitstaff, who excused themselves to go see what the commotion was.
To my left was a cute couple, although it was the woman with short blonde hair and a very pregnant belly who caught my eye.
I strode over and introduced myself, "Hello, so sorry to interrupt, I'm Ben."
The woman blushed, "Hi, Ben."
Her husband, I presume, looked a little perturbed, "Is there something we can help you with?"
"Actually, I have a question to ask you, I hope you don't mind." Before he could counter me, I grabbed a chair from a nearby table and threw myself down with the back of the chair facing them.
"See, I noticed that you..." I look again to his wife, "Shae.." She whispered.
"Shae." I shot her a smile and she blushed again. "So I noticed that you, Shae, have such a beautiful figure."
Her husband abruptly pushed himself up, "Hey, now!"
"Bill, calm down."
I barely spared him a glance and told him to sit down, to which he immediately listened. Not the brightest fellow, I suppose.
Shae gasped but brought her hand up to try and hide her shock that he had listened.
"As I was saying," I eyed her up and down, she wore a low cut top, which emphasized her enlarged breasts and was paired with some fashionable maternity sweats, "I love what pregnancy seems to have done for you."
Shae's eyes were wide and she looked to Bill for help but he only nodded in agreement, eyeing her up and down such as I had.
"Anyway, you might both love it if you, Shae, were to suck and fuck a few of the ladies and gentlemen I send this way in a few minutes. I know Bill would love to watch, and I think you are the naughty type that wants to be watched.
Bill's face was pale, but I think it was because all the blood was rushing to his dick. "I would love to watch. Shae, I want you to cheat on me, you'd be such a nasty slut to do that for me." Bill tried to grab out for her hands but she pulled them by her side and threw a nasty look at me.
"Look, I don't know who you think you are, but I think you need to leave right now."
"I told you, I'm Ben, and I'm not asking."
Shae's voice got quiet but a menacing look grew on her face as she tilted it downward, "if you don't get out of here right now I will have my husband hurt you. I'm not the type of person to do that stuff. I don't have any interest in it."
A smirk grew on my face, "You can't say you have no interest, I mean, you got pregnant somehow." I eyed her stomach before she brought a hand to my face, I caught it before she could slap me.
"You are lucky, Shae. I could have chosen anyone for this but I chose you."
Finally, Bill spoke up again, "Listen to him, you are so sexy, baby! And you'd look even better if riding on a dick while sucking one at the same time."
"Bill! Stop listening to him, I can't believe this. I can't..." Shae looked heartbroken, I watched a tear fall from her eye.
"There's no shame here, I just want you to have fun." Shae's angry eyes made their way to my own.
"And in public too? I've never, I mean, I would never... I would..." Shae's glare became clouded and her grimace fell flat.
"You would have so much fun, baby." Bill gently whispered.
Shae brought her face back up to Bill, "We would have so much fun." Shae smiled as she had when I first showed up to the table, very cheeky and happy. "Omg, do you think I could take two dicks at once?"
Bill already started reaching for his crotch, "I think so, look at that guy," Bill pointed across the restaurant, "I bet he has a large dick."
I pushed away from the table, one down, many more to go. I walked towards the next closest one, hearing Bill and Shae make a plan for her as I left.
A goth girl, from the looks of it, she had unnaturally pale skin supplemented with a lot of black makeup and clothing, as though she was full-on satanic. Her black hair was big and so were her breasts, but what didn't track were the two preppy white guys that sat with her.
Before even asking I pulled a chair over, sitting in it backward as I had before.
"Um. Excuse you," she spoke up while the boys looked mildly shocked and amused.
"I'm sorry, yes, excuse me. Look, I'm Ben, and I have a quick question for you."
I drove my eyes directly into her almost black ones, "who are these young men with you?"
Without hesitating, she responded blankly, "these are my brothers, that's Daniel," she pointed to the one with clean-cut brown hair and a red polo, "and that's Cal." She pointed to the other, who had long brown hair and a blue t-shirt on.
Their previously mild shock had grown, but neither Daniel nor Chris could get her attention off of me.
"And what's your name, sweetie?"
"I'm Sadie."
"Wow, Sadie, that's such a cute name." I scooted my chair closer to her before leaning into her ear to whisper, "have you ever thought about your brothers being naked, Sadie?"
Her face didn't change for a second as I leaned away and smirked.
