I didn't know the origins of my strange power. It had been a part of me for as long as I could remember. A subtle sensation ruffling around the edges of my mind like a soft breeze rustling the leaves of a tree, an occasional tugging sensation in my gut.
I was lucky I never told anyone. Even as a child I was cautious, curious, and I knew that the grown-ups might not like the fact that I could sense their emotions, read their thoughts.
It worked better with the people I was closest with. My mother was always the clearest. I could pick up on her love and devotion to me, her worry when I was hurt and her happiness when I was delighted by some new and exciting event or toy. My father was harder, more distant, but I could tell he was proud as I grew, occasionally furious when I stepped out of line but always rock steady.
When I turned 18, without my realizing it my abilities expanded. I realized that tits and ass were awesome, and I started to experiment. That was when I discovered I could do far more than simply pick up on thoughts and emotions... I could change them.
I never stopped being cautious. But then again, I also never stopped being curious. I think you can figure out which one of the two eventually got me into the most dangerous situation of my life...
10:00 PM
The bar was crowded, an overload of sensory input that gave me a rush of adrenaline. The flickering lights from the dance floor washed across Mark's face as I turned to face my pupil. "You ready?" I asked.
Mark looked nervous. "Why was the cover $50?" he asked. "I'm getting light on cash and haven't even talked to one woman yet..."
I recognized the wheedling tone. Mark was trying to distract me with his complaints, to prevent me from forcing him to do what we'd come here to do. Still, it was an important lesson, one I needed to explain. "Because exclusivity is powerful," I told him calmly. "Higher barrier to entry filters out low quality people. You need to learn to raise your standards if you want to raise your success."
"If you say so, Jason..." he trailed off, eyes wandering off my face over to the heaving mass of humanity on the dance floor, jumping up and down to an intense EDM beat.
"You're ready," I told him confidently, looking him up and down.
As ready as I can make you, anyway,
I thought.
Mark was dressed in a dark blue jacket and slacks that he probably wouldn't have been caught dead in 12 hours before. His hair was freshly cut, he wore a ring with a skull on his middle finger and I had tried and failed to get him a tattoo. Why?
Because in order to get what you want, you need to become a different person. The kind of person who gets what you want.
It was a principle I firmly believed, and one I taught to each and every one of my clients.
I scanned the bar looking for a target. I kept in mind Mark's preferences, skimming over several likely women before spotting the perfect match across the way.
In this club the bar was set up with the bartenders in the middle and four bars making a square around them and their pillar of alcohol. Shelves behind the bustling attendants supported all manner of beers, wines, liquors and booze, everything a man or woman could hope to obtain. This open concept also made it easy for me to spot the short blonde across the way, her large tits straining to be escape a tiny halter top as she giggled with a couple girlfriends.
"There," I told Mark, tapping his arm and pointing with my chin. I saw his jaw drop and I could practically sense him salivating. "Stay calm," I told him, clapping him on the shoulder. "Remember what I've been teaching you. I know it's absorbing. You've been one of my best students."
I told all of them that, but confidence is the most important attribute you can have when approaching women. That was why they came to me — Jason Quinn, the City's premiere dating and life coach. They came to learn confidence.
Mark took a deep breath as he stared into my eyes.
I gave him a look that was half stern and half brotherly. "You got this bro," I told him.
He nodded once, abruptly, straightened his lapel, and stood. Confidence seemed to radiate off of him in waves as he calmly made his way around the bar.
Maybe my lessons had an impact after all
, I thought as he closed the distance between himself and his prize.
The blonde glanced over as he sidled up beside her group at the bar, then dismissed him as though he wasn't worth her time. At least, she appeared to. After spending the entire day with me talking game, Mark knew that this was a test to see whether he would respond. A little game she was playing to check whether he was the type of confident man worth her time.
Mark didn't respond, instead ordering a drink and ignoring her back for a moment before turning and hip bumping her lightly with a playful grin on his face.
I couldn't hear what he was saying from across the bar, but he said it with a smooth, easy confidence and the blonde laughed, turning to face him more fully. Her heavy breasts were now pointing directly at his chest, inviting him to glance down into her valley of cleavage.
Mark resisted, captivating her blue eyes with his brown ones and deepening their rapport. Just like I'd taught him.
Hell,
I thought.
Well done, dude.
For what Mark was paying me, it was nice to see that he was getting results.
Then, suddenly, Mark glanced my way and I saw a slight furrow appear on his forehead. A crack in his mask.
No...
I thought.
Don't do it dude. Don't break on me now.
The blonde followed his gaze and saw me watching them intently. I saw the wheels turning in her mind, though I quickly made sure to act as if I was gazing off into space and not actually watching their interaction.
