The Amulet 8

I deliver pizzas. I know what you're thinking -- he's going to tell me about the special 'tip' he got from some grateful customer the other day. You'd be right. But not in the way you're thinking.

Since the pandemic, we no longer take cash at the door, so the chance of being offered payment in a different way no longer exists. Did that ever happen? None of the other drivers seem to think so -- or maybe they just aren't willing to admit it.

I wasn't always a 'delivery expert', as the company calls us. A long career in banking -- no I'm not rich, just at a low-level -- and then a shorter one selling pianos, left me disillusioned with work and tired of taking orders from youngsters with no experience and a large ego. So I retired, took my modest pensions early and settled down to a quiet and (reasonably) comfortable life.

Too quiet and too comfortable. Two years later and I'm bored, putting on weight and starting to feel my age. Not that I was ever good-looking. A bald patch, growing paunch, dodgy knees and wonky teeth don't attract women. Oh, I got married and had kids, sure, but at 57 and no oil-painting, I could safely assume my sex-life was on a downward spiral to oblivion.

So, I've taken a job delivering faux Italian food to the hungry masses. It boosts the bank balance and gives me more chance to pursue what I really want -- travelling. And when I'm not going places, I'm taking part in theatre productions. A self-taught pianist, I've sung my whole life and a few years ago I started acting in local musical productions. I'm too old for leading roles, but character parts, those I can do.

Though I say it myself, I'm pretty good. Don't get me wrong, I'm never going to be accepting a Tony, but at the local amateur level, I've got a decent rep.

So what about this 'tip'? Well, in the days when delivery drivers used to take cash at the door, I'm told tips were plentiful -- 'keep the change'. But now it's all prepaid, so the customer has to find some coins (or hopefully notes) to tip you at the door or pay something extra on the 'app'. In other words, it's now easy for customers to avoid tipping entirely. But yes, some still do.

On this particular day, it had been quiet. Schools were back from their summer break and the adults weren't ordering much. So it was a relief when one came through. Not a big order, but it was one of the big houses on Orchard Way. A new customer too, so I went, hopeful of a tip.

Customers have the option to track us on the website and when I got there and pulled up in front of the big gates, a young guy with long hair, t-shirt, faded jeans and cheap sneakers was waiting for me outside. I gave him a cheery "hello" and confirmed he was the "Nathan" on the order slip (wouldn't be the first time someone had tried to claim a pizza that wasn't theirs). I handed over the food and we moved on to the awkward moment when they make up their excuse for not tipping.

"I'm sorry, I don't have any cash on me". Of course you don't. "But I'll give you this instead". At which point he takes a small box out of his pocket and passes it over. What on earth? I'm on the clock, so I'm not going to hang around and examine it. I take it, thank him and head back to the car. As I'm walking away, I hear him say, quietly, "I hope it brings you better luck than me".

I'm back at the store and finally look at my unusual 'tip'. It's a small box and when I open it there is a small pendant on a chain. It's got some kind of red jewel in the centre (don't ask me what it was -- I'm no gemologist) and a chain. It looks expensive, but no-one is going to give me anything expensive just for delivering a couple of pizzas, are they?

I show it to the guys at the store and everyone agrees this is not some cheap trinket. So I'm thinking -- have I been stitched up, here? Is some irate parent going to be coming in and reclaiming a family heirloom? Could I be accused of theft? I make a decision -- the next time I deliver in that direction I will make a detour and just check they are okay with me having it.

So, for the second time that day, I pulled up outside the large metal gates. This time, there was, of course, no one waiting for me, so I pushed the button next to the gate for the intercom. After a few moments a female voice answered. "Hello, can I help you?". I explained to her why I was there and asked to speak to Nathan. There was a pause, and she finally said, "I'm sorry, I don't know what you are talking about, we never order takeaway food."

"Oh right, no problem, that's okay, but would you mind if I have a quick word with Nathan?".

This time the answer came quickly. "There's no-one called that at this house. Now please leave the property". Okay, you got it.

Curious. No, more than that, it was downright weird. Who orders a pizza to someone else's house and then gives away a piece of jewellery as a tip?

Sat in the car, I take it back out of the box and put it on. Well, it's mine, now, isn't it?

I take a leisurely route back to the store, hoping to time it so I arrived at the end of the shift. But I couldn't stretch the journey too much and arrived with 5 minutes to go, resigned to be sent out on another run. Looking at the rack I see a delivery ready to go so I knew it was hopeless, but I gave Chloe (who was routing) a cheerful "That's me done, so you can send me home now".

"Sure, Phil, off you go, I'll give it to Ollie."

What?

No-one gets sent home with a delivery getting cold on the rack. But hey, I didn't need to be told twice. I was out of there like a shot. What's got into Chloe today?

It was just a 10-minute journey home on a fast road, but of course I was behind a slow driver, hogging the road at 10 under the limit. Tired, wanting to get home and sink a beer, I pursed my lips and thought, "speed limit's 60, lady, move it up". To my surprise she instantly accelerates.

A nagging suspicion starts deep in my conscious mind, but I dismiss it. Heck, it's just coincidence. It's nothing. No one ever does what I say! Let alone what I just think.

But when I get home and park, I can't help but try it out. Sat in the car, in my mirror I see someone walk down the road. She's eating something from a bag, but I can't see what it is, a burger maybe? As she comes up behind me, she finishes it and crumples the bag to a ball and lobs it towards the trash can, missing by a mile. Okay. I say to myself, "go back and pick it up, lady".

She stops. She turns and walks back. Picks it up and puts it neatly in with the rest of the trash. Wow. Did I do that? That's the third time today! No, come on, this is unhinged. Every one of those acts were entirely normal behaviour. It's like when you're thinking about someone and then they're phoning you. It isn't psychic powers - you've just forgotten all the times you thought of them, and they didn't call.

Maybe I can prove that by seeing if I can get her to do something odd, something unnatural. But what? A behaviour that's distinctive and simple enough for me to spot. How about hopping? Yeah, that will do it.

I try to concentrate and think to myself, "Lady, hop four times on your right leg and then four times on your left."

A heartbeat or two and I'm thinking "you clown, did you really expect......" But then she pauses, hops four times. Switches legs and hops again. A second pause and she's walking.

I sit in the car. What just happened? It seems incredible, but there can't be any doubt, can there? I've just controlled another human's actions.

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Unsurprisingly, the new power I appear to have consumed my thoughts over the next few days. Now, I'm no Einstein, but I'm no fool either. I get given an amulet by a mysterious guy and suddenly I can control other people's actions. Clearly the two are linked. I've not suddenly developed psychic abilities.

And then I get to thinking about Nathan. Who was that guy? Why did he wish me luck with it? And why would anyone give away something so powerful?

The reason comes to me; it must be about consequences. For example, I make someone give me their savings. Next thing you know, the police are knocking on my door. Change a will? Here come the relatives with their lawyers. Sleep with me? Hello, angry boyfriend/husband. Would the person I controlled know they've been coerced? Even a small thing could have consequences and come back to bite me.

I need to set limits. And I need to know what, exactly and precisely, I can do. Sure, I could have some fun, but I could also get myself in a whole heap of trouble if I mess up. Tempting as it is, I stop myself from using the amulet until I know how it really works.

I design a series of tests, intended to give me a framework to work from. Don't get me wrong, I'm not so calculating that I didn't have a little fun with these tests. Getting someone to bring me a coffee etc. But nothing that could alarm a third party.

Like any good science experiment, I set out my results:

Do I have to wear the amulet? Yep, next to my skin.

Who does it work on? Ladies only and they must be in my direct sight. If I can't see them it won't happen. And no, seeing them on TV doesn't count.

How long does it last for? As long as I want it to - even if they leave my sight. For example, I could tell someone to stand on one leg and leave and they'd be doing it till they fell over.

Can I tell the subject to do something at a certain time? Sure, if it's specific enough, it will work.

Are there any limits to what they can do? Only what they are physically cable of in the first place. I can't turn a grandma into an Olympic athlete.

Can I affect emotions? Yep. Anger, hatred, love....lust.

Does saying it out loud make a difference? If I need to be precise, yes it does. Thoughts can be a bit woolly (especially at my age), so vocalising the command leaves no room for doubt.

Does the subject know they've been coerced? No. Seems like as far as they know they've acted on their own free will. Even when I've made them do something odd, they don't seem to see it that way.

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So what's the plan, what do I do first? Make money or make love?

Whilst it's tempting to get rich, it also seems the most likely to attract attention. The money would have to come from somewhere, so it's always going to be suspicious if it ends up in my account. What good is the amulet if I get put in jail?

Love it is. Or more accurately, lust. At my age, the likelihood of sex with anyone young and fit is less than winning the lottery five weeks in a row. Maybe if I looked like George Clooney it would be different, but I don't. You never stop looking, wondering and imagining. And now I could make those daydreams a reality.

With who and where do I start? Well, one thing anyone who is involved in my hobby of Am Dram can tell you is that there are always a whole lot more girls than guys taking part.

And when I think about the group I'm involved in, two people immediately spring to mind - Maria and Beth. The petite, blonde, comic actress and the tall, lithe, brunette choreographer. Both married, young and I guarantee neither would look at me twice.

I decide to work on Beth first, since she has a key to the rehearsal rooms and often locks/opens up. That should make things simpler -- no one is going to miss someone when they are where they are expected to be anyway.

Thursday night comes around and it's rehearsal time. It's a chorus night and Beth is due to work on one of the dances. I'm there as one of the singers (no dancing for me). She's looking fabulous as always, her long dark hair tied up while she demonstrates the dances. She's wearing a strappy top and a black 'tennis' style skirt over black leggings.

As I watch, I'm thinking about what's going to happen and I can't help feeling the familiar hardening of my cock at the thought.

As the end of the rehearsal draws near, I start to get nervous. What if I get it wrong? What if it doesn't work this time? I mean, if I'm getting someone to do something that's wholly against their nature, will that mean trouble? It's not as if someone like her would ever do anything with me in normal circumstances. I try to keep myself outwardly calm.

It's a split rehearsal, so most of the chorus, including me, are sent home. The last half hour is dedicated to a couple of the principal dancers. I sit outside in my car and wait until the only ones left are Beth and the two dancers. The less people, the less chance of someone unexpectedly returning.

Once I am sure they are gone, I go to work. The car park is dark, so I walk carefully to the side of the rehearsal hall. Round here is a small window, through which I can see the three of them, just finishing a first run through. I tell Beth to send them home early and when they've gone, sit and wait.

I watch the two dancers come out and drive away. Here we go, then. I walk in with what I hope is a confident stride. Beth is sitting on a bench at the side of the hall and looks up as I come in. "Oh, hi, Phil, did you forget something?"

I pause -- I need to get this right. She's sitting there, looking at me, waiting.

In my head I say "Beth, you will love everything that happens in this room tonight. You'll feel unrestrained sexual desire. You will remember what happened with pleasure, whenever you see me, but you will tell no-one about it." There's no outward reaction from Beth.

But I figure that's my insurance policy sorted. She can't rat on me and she won't be disgusted by what I make her do.

So where to start? I sit on the bench, side by side with. "Let's start with a couple of minutes of making out."

Immediately, she leans into me, arms snaking round my shoulders, mouth slightly apart. Her soft lips touch mine and our bodies move together, her small breasts pressing into me. I loosen her hair with my hand so it falls about her bare shoulders. She tastes sweet and I swear I can feel her heart beating double time as I run my hands up her back to her neck. Oh boy, this is going to be one hell of an evening. The kisses are passionate but delicate and there's a look of fiery passion in her eyes. And wow, can she work that tongue! I can't help thinking how else she can put it to use, but all in good time.

I turn slightly to the right, which breaks the press between our bodies. But it does allow me access to her tits. I make use of it and start to feel them up. How many times have I dreamed of this? I push up her top for better access. No bra. She's still young (in her twenties, I reckon) and has the fitness only a dancer can get, so I shouldn't be surprised.

Two minutes are up (note to self: that was too specific a command) so she breaks from our kissing session. But that's okay -- I take the opportunity to make use of her now exposed tits. I use my hands and my tongue, licking, gently biting, pinching and fondling. I know the noises of pleasure she's making are amulet induced, but it's still good to hear the moans.

We stay that way for a while -- well we both seem to be enjoying it - until I decide to move things on a notch.

"Beth, I need to see that more of that tight, dancer's body. Stand here and then I'll tell you what to take off."

She's wearing ballet pumps, so I tell her to step out of them. Next is the top, fallen back down over her lovely breasts. She grabs the bottom of it and ("slowly Beth") pulls it up over her head.

Next on my list are the leggings. Her hands reach up under her skirt and pull them down over her long slender legs. I've always had a soft spot for a shapely leg, and these are magnificent. I can't resist the temptation to touch them. I take two paces towards her and am down on my knees, running my hands up and down them. Whilst I'm in the vicinity, I take the opportunity to reach under her skirt and pull down her panties, slide them down her legs and cast them aside. I'm desperate to see what they were covering -- but restrain myself for the moment.

I scoot back on my butt, lean back on my elbows and study my handywork. Standing proudly in front of me is a lissom, brunette, dancer wearing only a black tennis-style skirt. I think it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen.

"Beth, hold up your skirt and show me your pussy".

I get my first glimpse of her pussy. I had bet myself she'd be completely shaved, but I was wrong -- there's thin landing strip pointing the way towards heaven. I like the look of her in that short skirt, so decide to let her keep it on.

Now I need to get her working on me. My cock is straining against its coverings and I'm struggling against the desire to bury my shaft in her, but I'm trying to make this last as long as I can without taking too long. If we're still here in an hour it's odds on that someone will come looking for her.

So, still sitting on the floor, I struggle out of my clothes, with Beth looking down at me. My cock instantly comes to attention the moment it is set free from my briefs. I smile at her and say "let's see how good you are at cocksucking. Come down here and give me the best blowjob you can muster".

So she kneels down on the floor beside me, takes hold of my cock with one hand and guides it towards her mouth. The sight of it disappearing between those gorgeous lips is exquisite and I struggle not to release my load into her throat straightaway. At my age, it takes some time to reload, and I've got another destination in mind for my sperm, so I hold on.

But oh god it's hard to control myself. She alternates between licking up and down the shaft the tip with taking it deep into her mouth. It's clearly not her first time at this and she's getting an 'a' grade from me. I grab hold of her hair and help that bobbing head up and down until I know I can't last anymore and tell her to stop.

I gently push her over until she's led on her back beside me. Before we started, I had plans for half a dozen different positions, but that isn't going to happen in my current state.

I'm quickly between her legs, bunching the front of her skirt up around her waist, and rubbing my cock up and down her pussy lips. She's so wet -- the amulet's really done a job on her. I ease myself I and oh man, it's heaven! The little self-control I had left has now evaporated, so I lift each of her long, elegant, legs onto my shoulders and start to pump in and out. There's a glazed look of pleasure in her eyes, which, despite knowing it wouldn't be there without the amulet, I'm proud of.

I could claim I lasted for ages, but the truth is I was way too excited, and it only took a few, wonderful, strokes before I shot my load into her sweet, young pussy and collapsed on top of her. The feeling of being inside of her was so good, I stayed like that for maybe half a minute before withdrawing. Damn, she was a good fuck.

We'd been quick, but there was not time to waste -- I couldn't risk someone coming back, so I stood up and gathered up my clothes. As I dressed, I looked at her, lying there, tits and pussy exposed to the world (well, to me, at least) and tried to imprint the image in my brain. And then realised what an idiot I was. Fishing my phone out, I quickly took a few pictures and made a mental note to video the next encounter. Oh, for sure, there's going to be another.

I give Beth some final instructions, to clean up both herself and the hall, get dressed and go home.

Sitting outside in my car, I scroll through the pictures on my phone. It'll take a few nights to process, but I did it! I screwed the amazing Beth, had my cock in her mouth and blew my load inside her.

I knew I should wait, that I needed to make sure I'd done nothing to give myself away, but I couldn't help my thoughts go to Maria, my second target.

That would take some careful planning for sure. But I'll do it.