Everyone always thought that being a mind controller was easy, Abigail thought with a touch of irritation. They assumed that as long as you could sweep in and smooth away people's objections with a swing of your pretty pendant or a blast from your mind-control ray, you'd never have to do anything you didn't want to do. None of them ever saw the hard work that went into being Queen and Goddess of all you surveyed, and of course if they did they never noticed it. Mainly because Abigail hypnotized them not to, but still, it was frustrating.
All this passed through her head in a moment as she sat down at the table, favoring Francine and Sarah with a devastating smile. "You must be Danielle's friends," she said. "She's told me so much about you that I feel like I know you already." They didn't look impressed by Abigail's warm welcome. In fact, they looked like they were just about ready to call the cops on her. Abigail really hoped they hadn't already done it; she was going to be busy enough tonight without having to brainwash a police officer on top of everything else.
"Where is Danielle?" Francine asked, her narrow jaw set in anger and her gray-blue eyes flinty with suspicion. "She told us she was going to be here." She was clearly the confrontational one--she'd even pulled her frizzy blonde hair back into a tight ponytail in an effort to look stern and serious. Sarah was looking down into her drink, her chubby face reddening with contact embarrassment from even being in close proximity to such an emotional flashpoint. A little ringlet of curly black hair hung down over one of her eyes, making her look adorably tousled. Abigail reminded herself that she was here to tie off some loose ends, not create a whole raft of new ones.
That was the real problem with the power to smooth away people's wills, Abigail thought, taking a sip of water and returning Francine's challenging stare. Everyone always fantasized about taking a beautiful young woman and slowly, inexorably melting her resistance into submissive lust until all she could do was beg to lick you until her face was smeared with your musk and her eyes were glazed with desire for sapphic surrender, until she spread her legs and whimpered as you fucked her hard with your strap-on, watching her mouth go wide in an expression of shock at the sheer pleasure that only you could give her, until she was an obedient lesbian sex slave and she ached to be yours forever...
Abigail took another, much longer gulp of her very cold water.
But nobody ever thought about what having a new lesbian sex slave actually meant. Every girl that begged to kneel at Abigail's feet for all eternity had friends that would wonder where she went, they had parents and family that didn't necessarily expect to have a suddenly gay relative, they had boyfriends or husbands that didn't always take the surprise break-up all that well--honestly, it was enough to make Abigail think about setting them free sometimes.
But only sometimes.
Abigail got almost halfway through her water before Francine's frustration boiled over. "Well?" she asked, her voice loud enough to draw a few puzzled glances from other tables. "Where's Danielle?" Abigail couldn't help smiling at the young woman's impatience. Francine clearly only had one speed, and it was full speed ahead. All she needed to do was knock her off-balance, and she'd be left so busy spinning her wheels that her mind would be easy pickings. Abigail could have her on her knees within minutes.
But she wasn't doing that, she reminded herself sternly. She already had three more of Danielle's circle of friends to see, two boyfriends (who didn't know about each other, naughty girl!) and a sister in Vermont that Abigail was going to have to make a special effort to fly out to meet. She did not have the time to add a whole other social network to her already overloaded brainwashing schedule, not without seriously cutting into her sex time. She made a concerted effort to get her mind off of thoughts of Francine's hard eyes softening into a vacant stare and said, "Oh, she won't be with us tonight. She's too busy masturbating."
The effect was exactly what Abigail had hoped for. Sarah looked up sharply, her hazel eyes suddenly visible as they went wide with surprise. Francine looked downright derailed by the sudden introduction of sex to the conversation, her brow furrowing in confusion as she tried to figure out why the rules of social interaction had suddenly been suspended in favor of dirty talk about her best friend. "W-what did you just say?" Francine shouted, trying to cover her bewilderment with a bandage of anger.
Abigail saw her opening. She filled herself with the power before speaking again, pitching her voice slightly lower, making her tone slightly more commanding. Her next words came out in a seductive purr that she could almost see wrapping around their minds and tugging at their thoughts like a leash. "I said she's masturbating. She's daydreaming about my body and playing with herself. That doesn't surprise you, does it? Your friend Danielle having lesbian urges?"
The two women had very different--and, Abigail thought, very interesting reactions. Downright instructive, in fact. Francine cast her sharp blue eyes down at the table, suddenly not quite so willing to meet Abigail's stare. She looked just like Abigail thought she would, nervous and uncomfortable with the new thoughts teasing their way into her mind. Francine had clearly never thought about Danielle as a sexual being, and didn't want to now. Her mental retreat was the natural consequence of realizing that to break Abigail's confident demeanor, she would have to discuss Danielle's activities in the bedroom...a topic that Abigail apparently knew a lot more about than Francine did.
