Author's note: Thanks for all the positive feedback so far.
Here's the next installment of Lightning Struck. Big thanks to younghrted2 for editing.
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I was led silently through the back corridors of LA airport by the two immigration officers. It was a long and winding route and it was almost five minutes before we reached the security office. There was another officer at the front desk, a large, older, balding man with a beard. We reached the desk and a younger woman officer stepped up. It was because of her that I was still here. I could have simply used my powers to have them let me go, but I was in the mood to play along.
As she engaged the officer at the desk in conversation about the interview rooms and process, I took a good look at her. She had shiny black hair that fell in curls to her shoulders. Her skin was creamy and smooth. It had a glow to it. Her lips had red lipstick on them and cute dimples flashed alluringly as she spoke. Her uniform was an unexciting navy blue button-up with patches on the chest, arms with lots of acronyms and shields, and a radio that hooked from her shoulder to a unit on her belt.
"Great, we'll go through to number four for the prelim, and arrange paperwork," she concluded to the officer at the desk. She then turned back to me and the quiet, larger man, "Follow us, please."
The woman scanned an ID card that opened a door and led me through. We walked down a corridor and reached another door that she scanned her card to open.
As I went inside I was greeted with what fit my exact concept of an interview room from any cop show or movie. Metal desk, metal chairs, recorder on the desk. It didn't have a giant mirror on one wall, but it did have a couple of prominent cameras on the roof.
"Please take a seat, Mr. Egan," said the officer.
As I sat down, I noticed there were cloth loops on the table, presumably to handcuff uncooperative people in order to restrain them.
The two officers took the seats opposite and pushed a button on the recorder.
"I'm Officer Torres," said the woman, "and this is Officer Dennis. Can you please state your name for the recording?"
I smiled, enjoying watching how seriously this was being taken, while I felt like it meant absolutely nothing to me.
"Sure thing. I'm James Egan."
"Mr. Egan, you have been detained and are being interviewed, as you have entered the United States without any of the required visa documents. We will ask you some standard questions and make a determination for how to process you. Do you understand?"
It sounded like she was reciting a script that she'd gone through a million times. She'd probably gone through it with all sorts of people from all sorts of backgrounds. I imagined this was the first time she was doing it with someone that could control her mind and her actions. I could tell them I was leaving, and I knew they'd just let me walk out free.
"Yes, I understand. But before we begin," I turned to the other officer, "
you're going to leave the interview.
Officer Torres will be interviewing me alone.
"
I watched the man rise and leave the room.
Officer Torres launched into the next part of her interview, "The first group of questions will relate to your background and how..."
"I'm going to stop you there,"
I said.
"We're going to do a little role reversal.
I'll take over as the interviewer. You'd better impress me or the consequences could be serious. Do you understand?"
Her face registered an expression of confusion, but she answered, "Yes. I understand."
"Firstly, what's your name?"
"Sofia Torres."
"Thanks, Sofia. Now, you've entered the country without the proper documentation. You're here because
I'll be making the decision about whether you're allowed to stay.
You're desperate to do whatever it takes to make sure that happens." I phrased each line of my role-play as a statement, so the pretty Latina immigration officer would take it as fact.
I continued, "So, why should I approve your paperwork? What makes you special?"
Sofia paused at the questions. I saw her swallow nervously and her lips were slightly shaking as she tried to form an answer. It was going to be fun playing with her.
"I'm a hard worker. My reading and writing is excellent, and I'll get a job to contribute and pay taxes."
I had gotten up from my seat as she was answering, and walked around to her side of the table as she spoke. I leaned against the hard metal table and slid along to be very close to Sofia. I towered over her where she sat. My leg made contact with her knee and she needed to tilt her head back to look me in the eye. Otherwise, she'd be staring directly into my crotch if she looked straight ahead.
I reached out with my left hand and put it on the side of her face with my thumb resting on her cheek. I could see it made her uncomfortable, but the command that I'd given her that she was desperate for my approval, prevented her from saying or doing anything.
"I've got hundreds of hard-working people that I could let in. What makes you special?"
Her answer was quieter and meeker than I'd previously heard from her. "I could show you my..."
"Call me 'Sir',"
I cut her off.
"Yes, Sir," she gulped. 'I could show you my breasts."
"That sounds like a good start."
I slid myself so I was fully seated on the table in front of her with my legs spread. Sofia was directly in front of me.
Sofia deftly unclipped her radio from her shoulder and her belt, and set it aside. She began undoing the buttons on her uniform top. A lacy black bra started to show as she reached the bottom buttons. Her tits looked like a firm handful that filled out the cups nicely. She finished the last button and shimmied the top off her shoulder and arms and discarded it. Her eyes flicked towards mine for a moment before she reached back to unclip her bra. It was quickly off and her tits came into view. They barely dropped without the bra. Her skin was a light, creamy brown that looked like it glowed. Her nipples were a flushed pink.
"Stand up, Sofia,"
I said.
"Yes, Sir." She rose.
I reached out with both hands and groped her tits. They were the perfect size for a handful. I gave them both a few good squeezes. I studied her face. She was looking away, embarrassed at what was happening. I felt my cock hardening.
