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Andrew McGregor possessed few marketable social skills. He worked as the head engineer at Belmont Electronics during the week, and spent his lonely weekends toiling his workshop over his various inventions and experiments. Andrew had a tremendous gifts as a scientist. Andrew made plenty of money at his job, but he dreamed that some day one of his inventions would grant him a passage into the privileged life. As far as Andrew saw it, copious amounts of cash were the only way to escape his maddening isolation.
He lived in a quiet neighborhood in a spacious bungalow. His parents were dead and he had no siblings. Andrew didn't really have any friends outside of his work; he hadn't been on a date for over four years. His isolation caused his brain to focus with maddening compulsion on various things. It was how he defined meaning for himself. The most important of these obsessions for Andrew was his beautiful neighbor, Michelle Fowler.
Andrew had kept a covetous eye on Michelle since she and her husband, Nigel, moved in next door to him three years ago. Michelle was tall, about 5'9" with curly dark hair that fell a little past her shoulders. She was in her late twenties but still looked like she could be in college. Her eyes were bright blue and coupled with her dark hair, they gave her a threatening, otherworldly beauty. Andrew drove himself crazy thinking of what she would be like… He took to spying on her whenever he got the opportunity. He could sit in his back yard and hear everything her and her husband were doing.
At night, Andrew could sometimes hear Nigel and Michelle Fowler fucking each other's brains out. Thinking that another man was enjoying her tits, her cunt, her sweet ass filled Andrew with an aching bitterness.
Other nights they would fight and scream horrible things at each other. Sometimes, Andrew fantasized about dueling with Nigel and then taking Michelle back over the hedge and into his bedroom.
Thoughts of Michelle had filled Andrew's head to unhealthy levels. He was not a bad looking guy. He had been a long distance runner in college and still was in great shape. Other women would be available to him if he were interested.
And Andrew knew that he could never have Michelle Fowler. She held no feelings for him except for a mild contempt at his social retardation. Still Andrew couldn't help dream that somehow he would someday coax her into his arms, and somehow convince her to leave her dick-head husband and marry him instead.
He needed to come at the problem from another angle.
Andrew put his mighty scientific brain to work. He went to the AV store and purchased several thousands of dollars worth of materials. He also took some top-secret electronic devices from his work. It several weeks of late nights and long weekends, but he finally got the first prototype ready for a test run.
He called his invention the SB 1000, the "SB" standing for subliminal broadcaster. The SB 1000 could broadcast through any electronic device that produced sound: a stereo, a cell phone, a television set, a clock radio. The operator would record messages that would be broadcast at a frequency just barely beyond human awareness. The messages were too low to hear consciously, but they would assail themselves strongly on the subconscious level. Theoretically, the subject should think that the messages being broadcast by the SB 1000 were his or her own thoughts.
At least that was the way he thought it would work. Andrew didn't have his hopes up; most inventions are duds on the first run.
Andrew decided he needed a subject to test it out on. He wanted to try it on Michelle, of course, but he wanted to make sure he knew if it worked before attempting a trial on her. He studied his neighborhood, looking for the perfect case subject.
Andrew found the perfect person in Shannon Joyce. Shannon lived three doors down and attended the Junior College in town. There was a rumor in the neighborhood that she worked as a stripper somewhere out on Route 40. Shannon definitely had the body of a stripper, thin with big fake looking tits. She was young, 22 or 23 years old. Her hair was almost completely black and she painted her eyes heavily to give her a sort of Vampirella/Undead look. Her lips were full and her eyes large and almost sad looking.
She was definitely a party girl. There were always friends coming and going from her apartment, and she went out four or five nights a week… Andrew knew that Shannon had a lot of boyfriends and girlfriends and new people were staying the night at her house all the time.
Andrew set up the SB 1000 in the shed in his back yard and aimed it at Shannon's house. He tried to think of what he should put on the message. He needed something that would prove that it worked or not.
"Shannon, you want to bring me over some CD's to listen to tonight." Andrew recorded after a moments thought. Then he loaded the tape and turned on the broadcaster. He set the speed for normal and waited.
Two hours later, Shannon was at his porch, offering him several Love and Rockets CDs. She had never stopped by before, and Andrew could only think of once that they had actually said hello to each other… He accepted the CDs with a promise that he would return them shortly. Shannon stood there looking at him. She had a worried look.
"I know that it's strange that I am over here letting you check out these CDs. But I just kept thinking that I should help you develop your tastes in music. I don't know why I was thinking about it. I thought that I should loan you a couple of my favorites to see if you like them or not. I don't know why I am so worried about it." The poor thing looked terribly confused. "I hope you don't think that I am some sort of psycho or something."
"I would never thing such a thing. You are just being a good neighbor." Andrew said. She smiled and waved as she turned to walk across the lawns to her house.
Andrew decided to raise the stakes and make the next message a little bit more interesting. In this one he told Shannon that she was to come over early tomorrow morning and make him breakfast. He also told Shannon that she thought that he was very handsome. He told her that she liked to think about him touching and kissing her.
He awoke the next morning to find Shannon wearing her nightgown and standing in his kitchen. The smell of bacon and eggs filled the house… Shannon poured him a cup of coffee and served breakfast… Andrew could easily see her large nipples poking through the flimsy material. Shannon saw that he was looking at her and blushed. He could tell that she liked him looking at her body. Andrew couldn't believe how well the SB2000 worked.
After Shannon did the dishes and went home to get dressed and go to school, Andrew recorded a new message to broadcast at her house later that evening.
"Shannon, you are extremely attracted to your neighbor Andrew. He is all that you are looking for in a man, and you know that he can make you feel better than any other man alive… You want to have sex with your neighbor Andrew. You can't wait much longer to have him screw you. He is so smart and everything he says is such a good idea. Shannon, you love to listen to Andrew talk and you love to listen to what he tells you to do. He makes you very horny. You receive deep satisfaction from making Andrew happy."
Andrew loaded the tape and turned the SB 1000 to ¾ power. It was a longer message than the others, and Andrew thought that it might take a bit longer to sink into Shannon. He was right.
Nothing happened for close to 48 hourse and Andrew was starting to think that his luck was turning. Then she knocked on his front door, dressed in a tight velvet dress and fish net stockings. Her long shapely legs met the ground with a vicious pair of stiletto heels. Andrew opened the door.
"Hi Andrew," Shannon said, "I know that I don't really know you that well, and that you aren't really the kind of guy that I go for, but…" She looked down the street for a second. "Do you mind if I come in for a couple minutes?"
Andrew led her into his living room. He offered her a glass of wine and she accepted. When he returned she striped to her panties and bra and was kneeling on the coffee table with her ass in the air... Shannon's eyes were spacey and unfocused. She reared up on her knees and starting messaging her tits.
"Andrew, I think that I would rather you fuck me instead of the glass of wine… I don't know what it is about you, or why I never noticed it before, but I can't stop thinking about you. I dream about you every night."
Andrew unbuttoned his pants and stepped over to Shannon. She eyed his fly hungrily and let her hands wonder down to retrieve his prick and see how hard it was…
Shannon pulled Andrew's member out and softly wrapped her mouth around it, slowly bobbing her head up and down on his shaft. He could feel her take him deep in her throat, and he quickly provided her with a stomach full of cum…
