Small Town Problems Ch 03

Once Mike left, I had to acknowledge, that our afternoon went pretty well, but it was extremely exhausting. Even under influence of my perfume, his mind was still sharp and I needed to be careful and only push him very slowly in areas where he felt safe. Anything more aggressive and it may have ended badly, so these last hours was a non-stop concentration on my words and his replies. Now I just wanted to jump back into tub and relax some more, but I had to make sure he will follow my instructions. I tried to spin his mind around so that he believed everything is normal and these are his ideas, but if he stopped for a moment and thought about it, everything might still fall apart.

I quickly put my clothes on and rushed to follow him and his silhouette was still visible in a distance. He was walking slowly and dreamily at first, but kept picking up the pace. I tailed him from a distance just to make sure he stops at the doctor, followed by station and then he went to a convenience store.

I wasn't happy with any delay, but since he was already on the right way, I quickly backtracked and stopped for two short visits. First to "thank" doctor again, but really, I was only there to make sure Mike was given leave and I strongly suggested that doctor keeps any disturbance away from him. He enthusiastically agreed with me and gave me his word that police chief will not be bothered by anyone.

Second stop was at the station where Bob was all too happy to talk about all the news -- me almost drowning, Mike's sick leave and about him running the station for next few days. I also gave him suggestion to leave Mike alone and maybe keep out anyone that would bother him, so he could get some well-deserved rest. Bob saluted me jokingly, but I knew he would do anything in his power to keep people away from Mike for the next few days. Mostly because he was just worried about his friend and wanted to help him. People are easily pushed into things they are already inclined to do in a first place.

I kept walking towards Mike's house and thought about my progress so far. There were all kinds of people on this world and most of them could be easily corrupted or seduced. It took me but a few minutes and both Bob and the doctor were trying to impress me by doing almost anything they thought would make me happy. It helped a lot that I was asking them favors in line of their normal behavior but still. And then there were people like Mike Henderson.

For a small-town cop, he was incredibly smart. Even confused and dumbed down, he noticed that some of things I have been feeding him were pretty unusual. He also had very sharp instincts and he suspected right from the start that there was something wrong with me. And most incredibly, he was extremely faithful even after his girl basically lost interest in him and kept traveling most of the time. It was my fault really, I should not have gone at him straight up flirting, but it just worked so often, that it was my go-to move. He was pretty much a role model guy and ideal cop -- smart, principled, honest and faithful.

But that made it so much more interesting for me. I wanted to break him; I wanted to bend his mind so he would be doing my will and not even think about that as something unusual. That idea was so delicious, that I had to bite my lips just so I would not moan right there on sidewalk. Everyone has some weakness and I have found his -- he cared and believed in people more than he should. He could not stop himself from helping me, then he could not stop himself from following doctors' orders and after that it was already too late for him.

I only needed to alter my first impression after I got close to him. Once he began to think I am his friend, his own mind started working against him. I knew he was that kind of guy who believes in his friends, trusts them beyond reason and cannot even imagine that one of them could do something to exploit him. And I used that weakness against him. It was so easy that I had to giggle. How could someone that smart be so naive? But then again it worked in my favor, so who was I to complain?

I finally arrived to address Bob gave me -- small house was dark with all the blinds shut, like no one was even inside. I quickly glanced around, but the streets were empty and I already knew Mike did not have any kind of security system, so I slid in his garden and slowly walked around the house. It took me awhile, but I noticed dim light in one of the windows, that was not completely covered.

I had to stand on my tiptoes just to look inside, but the sight was all the reward I needed. Mike was sitting shirtless in a big chair, with earplugs in ears, his eyes were blurry, but he was looking at one of my candles burning on a table in front of him and he was repeating something. Only then I finally allowed myself a huge victory smile because I had him now. I was worried about complications on the way home. He might have started to second guess my suggestions and if he stayed away from my recordings, this could have gotten complicated.

So far, I was still giving him only suggestions that were in line with his way of thinking and even then, he still struggled to accept some of those. I needed his mind to be open and susceptible to thoughts that were against his nature and doing that was tough job even for me. But now, when I saw him through the window, relaxed and open, repeating my suggestions, I knew he was already working against himself. Right now, he was training his mind to accept my voice, believe anything I will say to him and trust my judgment more than his own. In three days, he would be fully ready for what I had in mind with him...

But I only endured one day before I got bored. This town had literally nothing going on and I was not used to slack around alone in my room, watching TV. I was too young for that. So, on the next evening when Mike had scheduled a pause -- well actually my recording scheduled it for him -- I was standing on his front porch and quietly knocking making sure no nosy neighbor would notice my arrival. Mike opened the door shortly after my second knock and he was an utter mess. Hair sticking out to all sides, still shirtless in slacks only and his eyes were unfocused. Until he noticed that it is me, who is standing in his porch and suddenly his pupils dilated and he started to breathe more heavily.

"You should invite me inside."

***

"You should invite me inside," she repeated with a smile and my heart skipped a beat.

"Of course, of course, well, come on in," I stepped aside so she could squeeze in, then closed and locked the door noticed she was giving me an expectant look.

"Well? Won't you help me with my coat?"

"I am sorry," I felt like a fool that she had to remind me.

After I hung her coat, I turned back again and stopped in my tracks. She let her hair down and it was like a beautiful blonde waterfall was covering her shoulders now. She had very tight beige crop top on -- so tight I could clearly see outline of her lace bra underneath. My eyes stopped for moment on shiny navel piercing and her perfectly toned stomach before checking out her tight beige leggings, that were again revealing her lacy panties in a very provocative way and my gaze ended looking at her knee-high beige boots on a high platform. I tried to meet her gaze, but I could not help staring at her body, like I was somehow mesmerized by her amazing physique.

"You know that my eyes are up here, right?" she waved her hand in front of my eyes and the spell was suddenly broken.

"Sorry, I don't know, what is wrong with me," I admitted and suddenly felt awkward like a horny teenager. This really did not feel like a thing I would do normally.

"You do not have to apologize," she chuckled. "I dressed like this because I wanted to look good and you can enjoy it some more, I don't mind since we are such good friends."

She brushed her hair off, then traced her body slowly with gold painted fingernails. She started on her neck, then her hand went down between her perfect breasts and the fabric of her crop top stretched even more. After that she made a small circle around her navel and few strokes up and down her hip, scratching her leggings slightly, which produced a nice soft sound. Then her hand went back up to her neck and the only thing I was able to do was to follow it just to see a very satisfied smile on her face.

"Looks like your concentration is already much better."

"Well..." I felt really awkward again for staring at her and did not know how to respond.

"Out of words Mike? At least tell me that you missed me."

"I did miss you," that much was true. For some reason even after one day, I was already longing for her presence.

"Why won't you hug me then?"

She shrugged and looked at me expectantly, while I felt like stupid again. I closed the distance and put my arms around her. Her perfume was enveloped me and even when I was already kind of used to it, my head started to spin a little and I hugged her tightly for support. My face was close to her neck, buried deep in her hair and I kept inhaling her fragrance. It was so amazing that I totally forgot what is happening until I felt her hand on my chest as she gently pushed me away.

"Looks like you really missed me," she smirked.

"Sorry, I don't know what I was thinking."

"Shh, do not worry about it. But I clearly disturbed you in the middle of something."

"No, I was just," my thoughts were still spinning and something felt weird, but I was sure there is nothing to worry about around Linda. "I was just smelling your candle and listening to your voice."

"Were you now? And how did you like it?"

"It felt wonderful, I like listening to your voice."

"That's nice to hear. So, you don't mind me staying for a while?"

"Of course not, what can I do for you?"

"Don't worry about me, I will keep myself busy, but you should really take a shower, it kind of looks like you need it," she chuckled again.

"Oh, I'll be right back."

I ran up the stairs, jumped in the shower and only then realized that I had to smell really badly for her to tell me. It wasn't surprising, I spent most of the day in my chair just listening to her recordings and did not have time to even take a shower. Then I remembered how tightly I held her and switched water to cold. What was wrong with me? Not only that my manners were bad, but that prolonged hug must have felt so awkward for her. And me ogling her like some kind of pervert even though we both knew I had girlfriend? Luckily the ice-cold water calmed me down in few minutes and I felt more like myself again.

I threw on fresh clothes, checked myself in the mirror and went back down the stairs. Linda was relaxing on my couch; she lit a candle and was drinking wine from one of my glasses. I knew I had to apologize to her while my head was still clear, because there was still this uneasy feeling deep inside of me. I slowly walked to her while she and looked straight at me. She was leaning back and as I got closer, I could again appreciate her perfect figure. But that was the last thing I needed to concentrate on right now, so I took a deep breath and my nose was filled by her perfume combined with scent of that candle. My thoughts were becoming muddled.

"I wanted to apologize for my behavior. You look incredibly beautiful right now..."

My concentration trailed away from me as I took another breath. She was swirling her wine with one hand while the other was again tracing outline of her figure and my eyes followed movement of her sparkling fingernails. There was something that I wanted to say, but her moves were so distracting.

"There is nothing to apologize for, Mike. I've already told you I don't mind you watching -- there is nothing wrong about that. Just watching is fine, right?"

"But I have a girlfriend," I managed to object and I was finally able to look into her eyes.

"And that means you cannot look at other girls?"

"No, but it seems... impolite."

"Who told you that? There is nothing wrong with looking at me and liking what you see. And you even complimented me, which I appreciate. You can look at my body as a friend."

"Look at you as a friend?" when she put it like that, it did not seem indecent.

"Sure, you can have attractive friends, right?"

"Of course I can," I nodded and tried to follow her logic.

"See? And if you feel uncertain about it, I can offer you a way to make it fair."

"Make it fair? How?"

"Well, I just let you look at my body, so it is only fair for you to repay me that favor."

"Friends do favors for each other," I agreed with her.

"That's right, so how about you take that shirt off again so I can look at you. There is no harm with that right?"

"Take my shirt off? That doesn't feel right," there was something flawed about the logic. Striping in front of someone that was not my girlfriend was not a thing I would ever do.

"Oh, so you are okay with me doing favors for you, but you won't do one for me? Are you that selfish? I've already seen you shirtless today, so what is the difference."

"I don't..." it was hard to disagree with her, because she made some good points and even though I felt disturbed about that notion a second ago, her words started to make sense in my head. Her hand started to circle her navel and my eyes were again drawn to the motion. Her navel ring was sparkling because of the candle flame at it was easy to concentrate on it. She was right -- if I kept looking, I should repay the favor to her. I did not want to be rude and there was nothing wrong about watching. I unbuttoned my shirt and threw it on the ground without ever looking away from Linda.

"That is much better. Now come sit right here so I can look at you more closely."

There was just slight hesitation on my side before I took step closer and sank into couch next to her. I was even closer to the candle and Linda now, both of those scents were mixing in the air and making it hard to put my thoughts together. There was something important I wanted to say, but my eyes were just locked at Linda's hand and she kept distracting me.

"Your problem is that you just keep thinking too much, Mike. You are afraid that you will do something wrong, think about something wrong or even admit things to yourself. Even when I told you it is okay."

"I don't understand."

"Well, you already told me I look beautiful right?"

"Yes, you do look beautiful."

"Thank you. And there is no harm in watching my body, since I've already given you permission. So, you can admit to yourself that you like watching my body. There is nothing wrong with that, you know you can trust me."

"I like watching your body," I admitted loudly and immediately felt embarrassed about that statement.

"See? There is nothing wrong about having good looking friend. I can look at you and you can look at me. You can even admit that you find me attractive."

"I would never do anything inappropriate; you are my friend..." I started defending myself because this was getting in dangerous territory again and I felt uneasy about it.

"Calm down, Mike. No one is judging you. It is normal to find your friend attractive. No one is saying you will act on that, I know you have strong morals. I just want you to admit it to yourself. And admit it to me. Its just us friends, nothing to worry about. Keep looking at my body and tell me you find me attractive."

"I..." there was still hesitation deep inside me because I wanted to think about Molly, about my girlfriend, but my eyes were locked on Linda's hand, which was going up and down her cleavage, then down her exposed belly, down scratching the fabric of her leggings, that were so tightly hugging her legs and crotch. I breathed heavily now, taking in even more of here wonderful perfume and my worries were slowly subsiding until I realized, that she was right all along.

"I find you very attractive."

"Why was that so hard to admit?"

"I'm not used to... think about other girls," I admitted.

"Oh, you really are a boy scout," she chuckled again. "But there is nothing to worry about when we are together, remember?" her hand started to trace curves of her body and this time it looked more provocative.

"Yeah, nothing to worry about," I nodded and felt that mind was getting calmer now when I knew I was not doing anything wrong.

"So, you can watch my body and think about how hot I am. You can admit to yourself that you are attracted to me, even if you would not act upon that. It is only harmless fantasy. You can have fantasies about other girls and you can have fantasies about me. It is only natural that you fantasize about girls you are attracted to. Think about that. I want you to imagine what would you do if you were single and attracted to me. Imagine what would you do with me, with my body. Think about what would you do to have me."

My breathing was getting heavy now and each inhale was bringing more of her fragrance inside my lungs. My head wasn't spinning anymore, it was more like there was fog everywhere and very little remained clear. Linda's hand was now even firm -- she squeezed her breast, then went down and her nails left white scratches on her belly. After that two of her fingers traced hem of her leggings just about to slip inside, but then leaving again, going down and fingers continued rubbing her inner thigh.

It was almost as if she were playing with herself in front of me, which would be inappropriate, but I was not worried about that. It was probably just my brain interpreting things wrong. But I just had to keep thinking about her, how hot she looked and how would it feel to touch her body. Her figure was just perfect, so slim and toned, with small but firm breasts which were just the perfect size for squeezing. Her body was made for touching, hugging, caressing and worshipping. There were other images pressing on my mind, but even in this state I was unable to think about them, she was still my friend. But the seed of a thought was already there and I started to think about what I would do to have her if I ever could.

"I can see that there must be something very interesting going inside your pretty head," she sat up and traced her hand over my cheek. "I will leave for now, but you better keep thinking about these fantasies, because it looks like you are having so much fun."

"I..."

I was lost for words again and felt guilty about my thoughts, but as she prompted me to continue, I kept the images of her body in my mind even after she stood up. Before I could recover, she moved the candle right in front of me and quickly retrieved my phone.

"Oh, don't you try to think about anything else, Mike. This is too much fun for you. Just keep thinking about me, my body and what do you want to do to me. And I have a file that will accompany these thoughts perfectly. And don't mind me, I will let myself out."

Before I could protest, she slipped my earplugs in and hit play. Her voice came almost immediately and there were again some faint sounds in the background. It was hard to concentrate on Linda's voice while I was still thinking about her body, but the candle helped me focus.

"You know that my voice can always calm you down. It will help you concentrate on most important things in your life. Breathe deeply, listen to my voice and watch the candle flame."

I took a deep breath in and immediately felt myself calming down and concentrating. I was already so used to Linda's files that this became my second nature and I was just waiting for her voice to continue. There was something in those files that just kept me wanting more.

"You love the sound of my voice and you love to listen to my words. You know how smart I am, so you listen closely and believe everything I tell you. And you already got so used to listening to my voice, that you miss it, when its gone and you want to listen to me more and more."