Pushed
Pushing. That's what I call it at least. It's the ability to control other people's minds just by talking to them. I'd never heard of it being possible before, at least not out of Hollywood movies. But here I was, thirty years old, sitting at my desk in a mid-size law firm, working as head of Human Resources, making a nice, mid-six-figure salary... without a college degree nor any real experience in doing my job. Did I deserve my job? Not really. Was I good at my job? Not really.
I got it and kept it because I have the ability to push and because I push the right people as I need to.
I knew that I could have gone another route in life. I could have been far more selfish and demanding. I could have all the money in the world, property, girls, anything I wanted simply by doing nefarious pushes. Bankers could simply give me money and the most incredibly beautiful girls could fall at my feet wanting to have sex with me at any moment. But I learned quickly that that brought consequences and when they added up, I'd have a hard time getting out of that hole. Government agents and angry boyfriends or husbands would retaliate... and they didn't even have to be close to me to do it. It would very likely end up in my death. So I tried to go a more... proper... way... pushing only as much as I needed to be comfortable and happy.
My wife was a gorgeous, tall slim blonde, with very nice tits and ass. She could be a porn actress herself in looks and in her sexual ability. At least that I didn't have to do much to make happen. I chose her because she was so incredibly beautiful. And with a little pushing she was very bisexual, very adventurous in bed, and always went out of her way to make me the happiest man alive. In fact, during my lunch break just today, she brought her equally beautiful friend to my office as a gift for a little quickie. Ok, it took an hour and a half, but who's counting.
So, I'm not saying that I turned into some sort of superhero or do-gooder with the ability I had. I certainly used my powers for selfish reasons... many selfish reasons. And frankly, I still do. But, I did learn that there were consequences for my actions... and I had to learn how to minimize them, especially on the people I love.
I have to say that what happened was the best thing that ever happened to me. But... I didn't know it at the time.
It all started when I was nineteen years old and in college. I didn't know what I wanted to do as a career and was studying computer science at the time. It was summer break and Ricky, my best friend, and I were out playing some tennis. Not that we were very good, mind you, but it was nice to be outside for a while. Unfortunately, there was a thunderstorm moving in, so the courts were emptying out as we played. We were young and stupid and generally ignored the weather.
When it finally started raining, it came down hard and fast. We ran to our bags and pulled out the umbrellas that we brought (we might have ignored the storm while playing, but we came prepared for it). We packed up our things as the rain poured down around us and thunder and lightening littered the sky and then walked back to my car.
Just as we were reaching the car, I felt a tingling all over my body, my hair feeling like it was standing on end. It was the strangest sensation I ever felt and I remember looking up at Ricky just before feeling a sudden rush and then... unconsciousness.
When I woke two weeks later, I found out that I'd been struck by lightening. Ricky had suffered severe burns, but otherwise was doing ok. I'd been in a coma for the past two weeks and had burns, but they weren't as severe as Ricky's. The doctors thought that maybe I was touching the car when the lightening struck and a lot of the electricity went into the car, sparing some of what hit me. When I woke from my coma, the doctors came and checked me out and had me stay another week, just to be sure things were ok.
I lay in the bed, bored as hell, just watching TV. I was also lucky that my family brought me my cell phone so I could play some games and browse the Internet. Of course, that meant I could look at porn. I loved my porn.
I first found out that I could push people the final week in the hospital. Midweek one of the nurses came in to check on me and take my vitals. While she was checking my pulse, I couldn't help but look at her body that was so close to me. She noticed that I was ogling her and kind of frowned at me. It wasn't the first time I'd done it.
"I know. I'm perving on you. I'm sorry. I just wish I could see a pair of tits like yours," I said.
She stood there for a moment, as if considering it, and then dropped my hand as if she was done taking my pulse. I thought she was going to walk out in a huff and I would just go back to my porn when her hands suddenly dropped to the bottom of her uniform top and lifted it up.
"Like this?" she asked.
I stared in disbelief. "Wow!" I said. She was just smiling down at me, showing me her bra-covered tits, and they were gorgeous. Her bra was black and a little frilly. I wondered if she wore it for someone special. "Those are so nice," I said, showing my shocked appreciation, "just as nice as the porn stars in the movies. Although it's hard to tell behind the bra. I'd love to see them without it."
Still smiling, she reached behind her back with both hands and unfastened her bra. Then she quickly lifted the material to show me her naked, incredibly beautiful breasts beneath. Her nipples capping the top were good size and I was really wanting to suck on them. But just when I was thinking about asking if I could, another nurse walked into the room.
"Jessica! What the hell are you doing?" she hissed.
Jessica looked at her, looking both surprised and dumbfounded, as if she wondered what the fuss was all about.
"Girl, I'm going to have to report this," she said. "Oh my gosh! Cover up! Now!"
I felt so guilty that I might be the cause of Jessica getting fired... just because she was doing what I wanted her to do... what I asked her to do. "Wait, wait... this is all my fault. Don't report her, please. I don't want her to get fired or anything. Just put your shirt down and, please, both of you just forget this whole thing happened. I appreciate what you did for me."
Jessica dropped her shirt and stood there a moment. "Oh my gosh, I forgot what I was doing," she said, almost like she was coming back from a daydream. She looked down and realized that she was taking my pulse and started doing it again.
The new nurse just stood there a moment looking at us both, then giggled, shaking her head. "Oh my gosh! I forgot what I came in here for. I am so ditzy today. I'm sorry." Then she turned around and left.
And just like that, the whole episode was over and forgotten.
It wasn't until several days later, after I spent a lot of time thinking about what happened, that I really realized that it shouldn't have happened. Jessica had not appreciated my ogling... so why would she show me her breasts at all? And why did the nurse just forget what she saw? Why didn't she report Jessica for inappropriate behavior? There had to be something else going on. Did it have something to do with... me?
The second week after I came home from the hospital I decided to see if I could figure something out. My older sister was home from college for the summer as well. She was in her senior year. She was helping take care of me during the day, but often would go out with her friends.
"Hey punk," she said coming into the room. She picked up a couple of empty water bottles and checked to see if I had another. "I was going to go out with Julie for a couple of hours. Are you ok? Do you need anything?"
"I dunno," I said, feigning a little pain in my legs. "My foot really hurts for some reason. I know how much you like massaging my feet." I knew this would normally be a deal killer. She hated touching a guy's feet and there was no way she was going to touch mine. She stood there a moment, looking at my feet, contemplating what she was going to do when she unexpectedly reached down, picked up my foot, and began massaging it.
