This is my first attempt at erotic fiction. This is the first chapter of a multi-part story that's bouncing around in my head.
I'm not sure exactly how it happened. I was in a car wreck, had some head trauma that necessitated a fairly long hospital stay, but as I recovered, I discovered that I'd developed an ability that pretty much defies explanation. As long as I'm in physical contact with someone, I can influence their thoughts. Weird right? It's not like full-on mind control. I can't just turn someone into a zombie, but as long as I'm touching them, I can make suggestions and then, for lack of a better description, push the thought onto them. I can feel their resistance as I do it. The more foreign the thought or the more it's against their nature, the harder I have to push to make it happen, and sometimes it's just too much.
As I learned to control my "power", I learned a few tricks that made it easier. If I implanted a thought and told them to dream about it, it tended to wear down their resistance. If they were already feeling certain basic emotions, I got a sense of those and I could increase or decrease them, making their acceptance of the commands more likely. And, once they accepted a few commands, it got easier to dominate them further, sort of like they got used to accepting an outside influence.
I used my abilities to get my hospital bills taken care of, and well, I don't have to go to work anymore. I'd convinced my boss that I should get a nice raise, and continue to get paid, but that I was going to be on medical leave for the foreseeable future . It left me with a lot of free time and a good bit of disposable income, so I was wandering around the mall looking for something to buy, and maybe a bit of trouble to get into. Honestly, I was bored and hadn't really planned on what happened next.
I walked into the jewelry store, one I had worked at a few years before. I'd really hated that job. The manager, Alice, was a real bitch and she'd had her sister, Gina, working for her as well. Gina was even harder to deal with and took full advantage of the fact her sister was the boss. Between the two of them they'd made me miserable the entire time I'd worked there. Long story short, it sucked, and it turns out I still harbored a grudge. I realized that immediately when I saw Alice at her desk behind the counter.
I made my way over to the watch case and started looking, waiting on her to notice me. As she did, she stood and headed over. Alice was about 5'3" or 5'4" with straight red hair that came down just past her shoulders. Her eyebrows were a fainter shade of red than her hair, but they suggested that the carpet did indeed match the drapes. She wore all black, a fairly heavy sweater that did a pretty good job concealing her 36Ds and dress slacks that couldn't help but mold themselves to her thick hips and ass. She wasn't a small woman, she was definitely carrying a few extra pounds, but she carried them well. She had a round face and a cute nose, all in all, she was a pretty woman in her mid-thirties who wore just enough make-up to highlight her looks.
"Dave," she said with what I knew to be a fake smile and artificial cheer, "what brings you in?"
"Oh, just looking for a watch. Let me see that one," I replied pointing at one of the Seikos in the case. She unlocked the case, pulled out the watch, and as she passed it to me, on impulse, I touched her hand applied a little mental push and said, "We should go to the back." It was a simple command, she often took people to the back room even though that was against policy, so she resisted it hardly at all.
"Courtney," she called to the other girl in the store, "keep an eye on things out here. I'm taking Dave to the back for a chat." With that, she locked up the case, opened the swinging gate to let me behind the counter, then turned and led me to the back room. As we walked, I took advantage of the view of her round, shapely ass and thought about what I was doing. I really didn't have much of a plan. I hadn't used my abilities like this before: to dominate a woman, but I realized that's exactly what I was going to do. My heart was beating a mile a minute as we stepped into the back room.
As she turned to face me, I snapped my eyes to her face, to not get caught staring at her ass and said lamely, "I still have the watch." I held it out and as she reached to take it, our fingers touched. Contact! I had my opening, and in a breathless rush, I stammered out, "We both know you think I'm hot." There was considerably less resistance to that thought than I expected. I hardly had to push at all for it to land. So she was already attracted to me. It gave me place to build from. Confidence boosted, I continued, "In fact, you've always wanted to strip down and bang me right here in the back room, but you've always been afraid of getting caught."
There was a little more resistance this time, but again, not nearly as much as I had expected. Seems like I wasn't the only one who'd thought about slamming her against the wall and punish fucking her. Or maybe I was, but she'd at least considered the "banging me in the back room" scenario. "But the danger doesn't matter anymore. It just makes the whole idea hotter." I felt her resistance weakening, but there was still something holding her back. At best at this point she'd have some crazy erotic dreams, but she still wouldn't act on it physically, so I took a shot in the dark. I knew she was married and had been for 15 or so years. Her husband was a few years older. They both worked full time jobs and had given up on trying to have kids a few years back after trying for quite a while, so the odds were pretty good that this would work, "You haven't been satisfied at home; haven't gotten what you wanted in ages. It's time you did what you've always fantasized about and acted." I felt her resistance crumble as my suggestions took hold.
