Thank You Felix Ch 03

Author's note

Unlike most stories in the

Mind Control

category, this story includes mind control as an empowering gift rather than to get more sex. If that's not to your liking, I ask please that you not reflect that preference in your rating.

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thanks to those that commented on earlier chapters! That feedback really helped with the story arc and character development. PLEASE keep it coming!!

Story supporting research is my personal time-sink so I skip it on the complex elements. Just as I asked forgiveness of my ignorance of med school, and law school in prior chapters, I do so again now for my ignorance of. . . well. . . you get the point.

Enjoy!

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"It can't be at your house anymore, Felix," said Tamara as she tucked her scarf into her coat pocket.

Myra closed the glass door quickly to block out the blowing snow, "It's too much like a middle-aged guy wanting an orgy."

"But nothing at all like a middle-aged guy's two girlfriends wanting him to have an orgy?" Felix countered.

"The main floor will be the gym," Tamara said as she put her briefcase on the cracked counter, "Upstairs will be counseling in the back, massages in the middle and. . ."

"And," Myra interrupted with a sarcastic giggle as she dusted the last of the snow off her coat, "Felix's sex-crazed den of debauchery in the front."

He tried to choose his words carefully, but they fell out before he could catch them, "So, I'm your prostitute?" Felix asked them both incredulously.

"Nope," responded Tamara thoughtfully, "You'll get State certified next week as a sex therapist. Completely legal."

"There's a test," Myra said with a wink, "But we can help you study for it. . . we're both really good at that now."

Felix studied the brass crown molding for water damage, "How can this make money?" He bent slightly to look under the curved oak staircase, "A few hundred bucks per orgasm?"

"Income flexible subscription," said Tamara absently, as she tried to figure out the brass push-button electrical switch.

Myra explained with barely suppressed giggles, "You're going to program them to tithe 10% of their income. . . forever!!"

Surprised, Felix almost hit his head against a riser, "Hell no! We're not sharks!"

"It's half the gender pay gap," Tamara explained. She clicked the brass button and looked for a new light in the room, "We already have three dozen pre-orders."

Myra was practically bouncing, "We can open on April 1st, and we can start moving in TODAY!"

Having assumed that the first part of the discussion was completed, Tamara moved on, "You'll own sixty percent of 'Adaptive Intercourse', and we'll share the other forty."

Myra pushed her hands, then her breasts, against Felix's chest and spoke in a soft husky voice that seemed to Felix to be rather too sarcastic, "That means you get to boss us two girls around, Stud!"

Tamara's straight face finally broke, and she quietly shared in Myra's happy laugh.

"Cute," said Felix, "Remember the first two days after your programming, Myra? Remember how important it was to paint the whole house? What if the roof had needed reshingling?" Myra's face became serious, and her hands slipped away from his chest. "You want me to erase their fears and then just send them into the world?" he continued soberly, looking between the two women to confirm his point was hitting home, "I'm not afraid of quitting my job. I'm fucking terrified of BREAKING somebody!"

Tamara began studying the building's floor plans, as though she was rethinking it. Myra looked down at her nervous fingers.

"Myra," Felix continued with words that lacked confidence, "The second time I programmed you, after you fell asleep, I remember thinking 'What if I've caused her to have a Grand Mal Seizure?' " As he waited for them both to look at him, he worked to control his emotions, "I won't do this alone, but if you're both serious about doing it with me, then we need to plan it right. Who do we need to talk to?"

"My prof is a bipolar expert," suggested Myra, hopefully.

"I know a really good LSD spirit guide," Tamara offered.

"And the name sucks!" Felix objected, "How'd you come up with 'Adaptive Intercourse'? This club needs to be all about each client's success."

"I like it!" said Myra, spreading her hands out like she was hanging a marquee in the air "Her Success!"

"No," Tamara stated flatly, "Let's go with 'The Club'. We'll end up wanting some obscurity.

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A month after their not-so-grand opening, Felix was starting to realize that prostituting himself was weirdly exhausting. Letting his first two appointments sleep in the other bedrooms, he'd come into the third early to enjoy the solitude of calisthenics. 'Lots of sit-ups, lots of pushups, lots of squats, repeat,' he kept telling himself.

He'd gotten so distracted that he hadn't noticed that his eleven o'clock was early until, from the top of a pushup, he saw a pair of bright blue running shoes. He looked higher and enjoyed the sight of strong legs and bright colorful running shorts. He looked past youthful breasts and smiled back at her, "Hello. You're early." Felix was regretting his decision to avoid sweating into his clothes, "Sorry about the outfit."

Becky seemed to enjoy the show and watched with raised eyebrows as the towelette traveled around his naked body. "I'm Becky," she said with a wry smile.

'Like I could forget!?' he thought. He winced at the memory, two weeks ago, of Tamara's scream, "STATUTORY RAPE?!" and Myra's panicked call to reschedule Becky to today. "Happy eighteenth. Your Mom's an angel, by the way."

"She is this month. What the hell did you do?"

Felix paused and decided that client-confidentiality went both ways. "How can I help?" he asked as he reached for his tablet, "Your Mom tells me, and probably everyone else she meets, that you've got it all together."

"Yep," she started moving her fingertip along the foot of the bed, "I even got a tennis scholarship to Stanford; Damn near a full ride and concurrent enrollment. Classes start next week."

Without looking up from the intake form, he responded, "You say that like your favorite puppy just died."

"I got in by the skin of my teeth." Her posture changed, and she glared at him, "The academics, and the tennis, are all going to be WAY harder than I'm ready for. I'm going to screw it up, I just know it."

Felix put the tablet on the table, sat on the bed, and looked at her again. He realized that Becky was the wet dream of his younger self, an intriguing mix of Ginger and MaryAnn. Despite having the determined sexy form of a committed athlete and the bemused sarcasm of a young woman comfortable with herself, she still somehow retained the girl-next-door look. "Did they tell you how this works?" Felix asked.

"You fuck me into superhero awesomeness," she snapped, "Then you get three percent forever, right?"

He was still feeling weird about sex with a girl half his age, so he decided to give her an easy out, "No hard feelings if you want to change your mind, Becky. Truly!" Felix watched with fascination as she returned, with soft pink lips pursed and brow furled, to rubbing her finger against the comforter. As she did so, he felt the flutters in his stomach morph from anxiety to anticipation. He found himself holding his breath and let it out deliberately.

Without changing the direction of her gaze, she began to unzip her jersey. The last of his hesitation vanished as her bright blue sports bra came into view and the jersey slipped off her lightly tanned shoulders. In response to her timid smile, Felix offered his hand. She carefully took it, crawled hesitantly toward him, took a deep breath and gave him a delightfully sweet gentle kiss. Felix felt the hammering in his chest from his desire for her, and his desire to make the afternoon amazing for her. He didn't hurry. He let her keep kissing, slowly and gently. He lightly pressed two fingers against her exposed abs and felt her shiver at the touch. He moved his fingers down, then back up, and trembled when she pushed her tongue in his mouth. He kept his eyes closed and moved his hands, very gently, to her sides. He felt goosebumps on her exposed skin as he traced his desire down her hips and along her spandex workout shorts.

Becky broke the kiss and looked at his hand. He followed her gaze to the colorful shorts patterned with hopeful bright blue and red flowers. "I guess those have to go," she observed.

"There's no hurry," Felix said, even as she began peeling off her shorts and her cute baby blue thong.

"Hell with that!" she said as she threw her sports bra toward the loveseat, "I wanna find out why you get such rave reviews!" Naked, she kneeled beside him and made a show of leering at his naked body. She quickly reached to wrap her hand around his cock, pulled herself toward it, gave the head a loud smooch, then sat up on her knees looking proud of herself.

"Happy birthday kiss?" he asked.

"Doesn't look like the little guy," she wiggled his hard cock in her hand, "needs much more invitation."

He set his gaze firmly on her eyes. "The little guy, and I, both think you're absolutely stunning," he said flatly. Her wide-eyed face softened then reddened. Her mouth took on a guileless open shape. Her fingers relaxed and she began to gently move her hand up and down his shaft. His gaze finally left her eyes, and he let it wander slowly down her body past firm shoulders, hard little nipples on top of youthful upright breasts, slim athletic waist, and a small tuft of black hair between her kneeling legs. Felix laid down, shifted so his head was up on one elbow, rested the other hand on her toned leg and allowed himself to enjoy the delicate caresses on his shaft. With lithe graceful movements, she pulled her hand away and climbed on top of him. He shifted with her as she straddled his hips. He reveled in her kisses. This time there was more tongue, more passion.

That moment, like her youth, felt fragile to Felix; her deliciously soft pussy hair massaging his cock, her hand reaching behind his head with delicate strength, her perfect youthful breasts rubbing carelessly against him. It felt so alive, so exuberant; like a warm summer day made more perfect by the knowledge that it will vanish with the sunset. He brought his hands to her head to slow her movements. The kisses relaxed and they both lost themselves in the warmth of each other's bodies.

Eventually, she broke the kiss to whisper in his ear, "Show me." She emphasized her need with a gentle nibble of his ear.

He smiled at the feeling of it and gave a gentle hug to pull her taut young breasts tighter against his chest. "Almost," he whispered and rolled both of them to the center of the bed. She spread her legs to encourage him into her, but he kissed her neck, instead, and ran his tongue further down. He sucked one nipple and massaged the other breast as her breathing became heavier. He continued with kisses down her waist and felt his cock twitch in response to her fingers combing through his hair.

Felix was curious what a young athletic woman would taste like and dragged his tongue down her clit, into her pussy and back again. As her body reacted to the touch and her moans became more pronounced, Felix was surprised how much he enjoyed the flavor. He always welcomed oral sex but rarely reciprocated. Yet this afternoon the vision of her clenched abs, hard little nipples, gently swaying cleavage, open mouth and tightly closed eyes were all so deeply erotic. Each stroke of his tongue made her moan and those moans turned him on just as much.

But she was getting close and his cock was straining for attention.

He quickly moved up and forcefully kissed her mouth. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in, causing Felix to briefly wonder if she was enjoying her flavor as much as he had. His cock seemed to fall inside her pussy. When she tightened her body, he felt the pressure against his shaft and the lust everywhere else.

"Deeper," she moaned, "I want it deeper."

Felix felt a sudden need to dominate and moved quickly to put her calves on his shoulders. With her eyes still shut, and her expression still lost in the feel of his cock, she smiled her happy consent. He leaned forward. With one hand she reached behind to push against the headboard. With the other, she started stroking her clit. He began fucking her hard, and both her hands strained to enhance the sensations. Her back arched and her head pushed into the mattress. She started moaning, "That feels soooo goood."

Felix increased the speed even as her hips jerked upward. Her satisfied grin changed to gritted teeth. Her deep inhale emphasized her tight youthful tits. His cock felt the ripples of her climax. "I'm cuuummming!" she groaned.

"Look at me!" he insisted.

Staring into her suddenly wide-open eyes, Felix felt his best wishes flow with his words, "You are a brilliant student!" Her breath caught in her throat as he continued with his deep desire for her easy memory and perfect hand-eye coordination. Her powerful body tightened, and he let her legs fall off his shoulders. He fucked her harder and encouraged her to return to him again, openly honest with new challenges. He added the three percent angel's share. Her moans and screams were louder with each of his best wishes. She tightened around his shaft and Felix came inside her. As he steadied his breathing, hers slowed into sleep.

He pulled out and rolled beside her. Her years of athletic training had resulted in a body so tight and formed as to seem almost gawky in sleep. He absentmindedly ran his finger from one freckle to the next. 'The word has gotten out,' he thought, 'And this will be my life; amazing sex with smart sexy overachievers. Everyday.' As his finger found a big freckle at the base of her neck and continued to the cluster in her cleavage, he wondered again why the dream-future made him uneasy. His finger moved down her waist, up and over each ridge of her tight abs. His eyes relaxed and drifted out of focus. The freckles near her mound seemed like stars and he felt as if he could almost make out constellations.

Felix straightened Becky's hair and kissed her forehead. He had no idea how this weird gift of his worked, so he dared not whisper sweet nothings in her ear. Instead, he imagined her in an extravagant dance hall, wearing a sparkling sequin dress, a tall wine glass in one hand, stifling a little laugh with the other. 'You're so beautiful and you're going to have an amazing life!' he thought. He imagined her responding with a hand spreading out away from her forehead in a smart-ass 'mind blown' motion.

An hour flew by and he was in bedroom #1, gently kissing the forehead of a loudly snoring 28-year-old Harvard grad who had a fun but worried personality and an endless string of metallurgy anecdotes. He stroked her face and tried to imprint her in his mind's eye. He added lots of notes into his tablet because he had forgotten he programmed her initial goals during opening week. He gave her forehead a gentle kiss.

Another hour passed and he was in bedroom #2 beside the gently rising and falling breasts of a hilarious outspoken nurse with hair so curly it seemed wrinkled and a long nose that added sharp angles to her generous smile. They had laughed and fucked and laughed some more. She had cum three times before Felix finally programmed her with his climax.

When he returned to bedroom #3, Becky had been moved to the gurney room and he functioned on the last of his adrenaline. The intense Korean woman wasn't moved by his best intentions or coaxing. He finally got her to admit to a black thumb and her nipples became like little stones when he asked if she wanted to be a better gardener. He finally programmed her successful Ph.D., but entirely forgot about floriculture.

When he stood for the third time in bedroom #1 he collapsed. When he woke, it was to his mother. His mind came into focus and it was someone else's mother. He gave her a silent hug and tried to stay asleep. She stroked his head and started singing,

"Little boy blue, come blow your horn. . ."

Felix drifted off again and dreamt of troublesome cows, and lost sheep. He woke without feeling awake and pulled on jeans and a t-shirt. He dragged himself toward the tense conversation in Myra's office.

"No can do, Tam," Myra said, "He's triple booked today and I just bumped a new client so he can tune up Dani."

"This can't wait! Bump something or . . ." Tamara responded.

Felix felt their words sap the last of his strength. "Nope!" was all he could say before recharging with a deep breath, "I've already cum into six different women today. I got nothin' left." He looked at Myra, "Reschedule Dani. I couldn't even get it up."

Tamara spun away from him toward Myra, "What's the fastest way to get a bottle of Viagra?"

Felix felt the need for a bright red line and his truth came out before he could filter it, "Cancel every new-client appointment," Felix flatly instructed. "I'm not an assembly line, and we have wildly underestimated the commitment to tune-up appointments."

Felix sleepwalked through a tense discussion of Viagra, Madi, the pending assassination of a pimp, and too much debt before. Felix finally lost his temper. "I'M FUCKED!" he sharply interrupted, "The universe reaches down to give me the most amazing gift and I'm too fucking stupid to know I have it until I'm almost forty, so now my dick can't even keep up. Better yet, I'm so bad at it that warranty repairs and murder attempts will become the full-time job that drags me into bankruptcy!" He shot them both a withering gaze, "Well?! Do I understand!?" He didn't really hear their reassurances, but he felt their hug.

In the parking lot, Felix had two reactions when he read the card that Myra had pushed into his pocket, 'Why in the hell would she send me right back to Dani?' and 'Of course she lives in a mini-mansion backing onto Forest Park."

He decided to avoid the highway and left his car on the north side of the park. He wandered past the old carriage house then back toward Magawiska Road. At the Aquatic Gardens, he bought a bag of croutons and sat on the walking bridge to feed a school of canvasbacks. Rather than helping his mood, it made him even more frustrated; The wind kept blowing the bread back toward the ducks that had already eaten. He swore at the memory of his Mom telling him, as she so often did,

'We all get judged for what we did and what we avoided'

"Fuck it!" he finally muttered as he tossed the last of the crumbs in the pond, "I can only do as much as I can do, Ma!"

For another ten minutes, he walked past the low-trafficked boulevard and the quiet cul-de-sac to a sprawling multilevel home. It had stone facia that was a shade of pink that her husband had to have hated and a two-and-a-half story vestibule that was far too grand for a home in New England's rust belt. Through the impressive stained-glass, he saw Dani coming toward the door with an open welcoming smile. His dark mood suddenly vanished.

"Thanks for the house call, Felix," Dani said as she swung open the door and gave him a joyful hug.

"I appreciate the excuse to get out of the. . ," Felix's voice trailed off when he realized that 'office' was the wrong word and nothing better had come to mind.

Dani laughed breezily, "Out of the 'whorehouse'?"

"Out of the 'clinic'?" Felix tentatively ventured.

"Out of the 'funhouse'?" she laughed.

"Out of the clubhouse," he firmly concluded, "I guess Tamara was right about that. Myra says I'm here for pampering, but I think she meant that we can help each other. You first. What's up?"

"Two decades of marriage is headed for the junk heap," she said sarcastically as she offered him a green glass bottle, "Myra tells me that vitamin infused sparkling spring water is all you drink now."