Upon meeting me, you might think I was ordinary, just another person on the street. I have light brown hair, very dark eyes that people might describe as purple, and a light tan. But none of you would know that I possess an extraordinary talent, one I have known of since I was just old enough to use it, but I would never tell anybody face to face. I have no idea what lengths people would go to if they knew.
Except for small things, I have tried not to use my talent in big ways. Just small ones I with which I could use it to keep myself out of trouble. The first time I used it in this big way was when I was seven, but I've already told you of what happened then, just read part one.
Part one will also tell you how I used my talents to lay this hot blonde in college. Well, that was a few semesters ago, now, I had made her do all kinds of things with me, and afterward I simply made her fall asleep so that I could clean up and leave.
The next day, she came up to me after class, accusing me of slipping something in her drink, until I calmly pointed out that she had never had any drinks in my presence. She was most confused about this, asking why she would do such things with me of all people when she had never tried anything anal before. I just shrugged, "Well, maybe I'm not your type as you say, but I seem to inspire you sexually."
She seemed very upset with herself for what she'd done, so I let her know that her secret was safe with me, and that for all I cared she never had to speak to me again. This seemed to suit her just fine, and she walked away. I noticed that she walked as if she were a bit tender between her legs. Since then, she had ignored me as usual, or tried to, though she would glance at me as I walked by, or if I had a class with her, still wondering why she'd done what she had.
Anyway, I had tuition set up for me, but living expenses forced me to get a job, though I could've stolen the money or coerced somebody easily to give me money. See, I'm not all bad...
I decided to take on a job as a photographer in a shopping mall studio, no experience necessary.
This would be a perfect job for me, as all I had to do is use my talent to get those perfect pictures.
The manager was amazed at "how quickly I had caught on and how well my test shots had been," and I just shrugged. After all, I had all I needed in my head to get those great shots. The manager, Jessy, hired me on almost immediately, depending on a drug test, of course, but I never really felt the need to do them, so I was working in almost no time.
I was introduced to the other photographers, most of which, including the manager. The only boy was a guy named Jose, a spanish guy with a heavy accent. I think he had been enjoying working with all women, and resented that I had gained employment there as well. At least, that's what was in his head. In addition to myself, Jose, and Jessy, there was a girl named Julie, a very cute 'girl-next-door,' a plain-looking girl with mousy brown hair, named Melanie, and a sultry black girl, Monique, pronounced, Moe-neek-ay.
I began my shift with a group of five kids and their mother. The father was no longer in the picture, having left without notice. I reached out with my talent, captured all five of them, and told the mother to just smile pretty and I would do the rest. I whistled like a bird and made a fool of myself just for stage-dressing, and used my talent to make the kids smile, even the three-year-old little boy, and "Poof," We had an expertly done family portrait, sans father. She was so impressed, that after I took the other five portraits, one of each kid, and one of all the kids together, she purchased a large package of pictures, thanking me all the while for accomplishing the "impossible."
"None of the family pictures had ever been so perfect!" she exclaimed, and I shrugged, feigning modesty,
"It was just a good day for pictures, I guess."
I went through each photo session like this, producing some quality portraits. Jessy was quite impressed, and I just brushed it off. After all, I was cheating. At the end of the day, as I was clocking out, Julie appeared behind me, "Well, Mister Perfect, is it really necessary to show us all up on your first day?"
I clocked out and turned around to face her. Despite her frustration with my portraits, she was fascinated by my eyes. 'a deep purple,' she described it in her head.
"I'm sorry," I shrugged, "It must just be beginner's luck, just a fluke, really."
She crossed her arms, unwittingly pressing her small, perky tits together, making them appear bigger. She replied cooly, "Right. Could you please just tone it down? You're making us all look bad. Jose's especially pissed today." She stared into my eyes for another few beats, and then turned, walking away.
"Probably because he's not the only guy here anymore," I said aloud.
"Excuse me?" she stopped, turning her head to me.
"I said, it'll probably get worse for me tomorrow."
She rolled her pretty green eyes and walked away, her wide hips rolling underneath her slacks. Yikes, she had some potential. The other girls tried to ignore me, casting occasional glances as they left, and Jessy gushed over my first day sales, "You've sold three days worth of pictures on your first day! Keep it up, and there's plenty of opportunity for promotion for you!"
Jose glared at me as he left for the day.
I went through the week, toning down the quality of the portraits I took, and the tension eased a little between all of us, except for Jose, who still refused to talk to me. Monique even invited me to eat lunch with her, and to be a gentleman, I insisted on paying. To my surprise, she was a little upset about it, so I offered to let her pay next time.
I could see in her mind that Julie and Melanie had gotten her to invite me, so that they could see what I was like when I wasn't showing off. So, to gain points, I apologized for yesterday, writing it all off as a fluke.
She replied, "Yeah, well I noticed that you didn't do all that badly today, either."
"My mom's a photographer," I lied, "She does mostly weddings, but she'll take an occasional family portrait, and I watched her work a lot."
This seemed to work for Monique, and that's no doubt the information that she relayed to Julie and Melanie after lunch.
Actually, I noticed that when I went back to work, all three of them talked to me a little more, and I learned a lot about them. For example, plain little Melanie had this thing. She liked to masturbate, but she could only get herself off when she did it in front of a mirror. Monique had a boyfriend but secretly fantasized about other girls. And Julie, she of the wide hips and pert little tits, she had lost her virginity with a boy down the street at age fifteen, fumbling around in the boy's basement, and had been completely dissapointed with their inexperienced first time.
The days melted into weeks, and I collected my paychecks that would take care of my living expenses. Jose up and quit one day, realizing that I had moved in and ruined his fun. Apparently, he had been trying to flirt with the girls but with no success.
One day, Julie came up to me after closing time, and asked me to take some pictures of her to put on her webpage. "Not naked pictures or anything, just some cute ones," she corrected quickly when I asked what kind.
I nodded, "Sure. What did you have in mind, Julie?"
We went to one of the camera rooms, and I turned the camera on.
"I don't know. You're the genius, you think of something."
As I started the session in the computer, she waited, trying to think of a pose.
"Okay, how about an over-the-shoulder close-up?" I suggested.
She shrugged, "Okay, we can try that."
So I got her a stool, had her sit down, and pulled down a greenish blue background behind her. "I think this should accentuate your eyes more."
Once I had her turned, I instructed her to look over her left shoulder. Not yet satisfied with the pose, I walked over to her, and had her tilt her head slightly away from her shoulder, and pout slightly, no problem with her soft, slightly plump lips.
I took the picture, and as I thought, the color of her eyes was more visible, almost seeming to dominate the picture.
She grinned, "That's awesome!"
