It was late morning when I woke up with the urgent feeling that I'd left something undone. I thought for a moment, replaying in my mind the vision I'd had last night and remembered that the artifact had told me to try reading my own mind. I was upset that I'd let myself forget to do that, it might be important and I'd nearly forgotten.
I relaxed and directed my focus into my own mind. I could feel my thoughts being invaded by myself. It was a weird, very subtle feeling. The scary thing was, the longer I did it, the more I was sure that I'd been scanned the previous evening, when I'd seen the man from the limo.
I refocused on what I needed to find out, and looked deep into my own mind. According to what I was able to read, I was quite a shallow fellow, flitting from thought to thought, without any planning what so ever. I pressed harder and was unable to find any trace or evidence of the artifact. I thought for a moment and looked for a seam between solid truths. I pushed in on a laser sharp front; a memory that I knew to be false and managed to punch behind the façade a little. What I saw was a little scary and awe inspiring.
I appeared as a giant marble statue, surrounded by nearly a thousand strong ancient soldiers with swords and spears. They stood between my vantage point and the marble statue without moving. It was very impressive, and had I had a body, it might have even been frightening.
I pulled back and saw the false memory that I'd pierced with my mind being repaired better than it was before. It would appear that I was safe from all but the most determined attack.
I said to the artifact, "I see how well you've protected me."
"This was something that you needed to learn before your confrontation with the pure evil one. You must learn three more things before you face him. I will keep you safe until you are ready." The artifact told me ominously.
Hearing the tone that the guide had used, I paid very close attention as directions were given: as I once had during classes taught by army instructors about small unit tactics, being taught by people who had been where I was headed. What I was told was the least likely thing ever; "Get everyone up, cleaned up, get dressed, get something to eat and then go into the casino and gamble."
The girls were excited when I woke them up. Both of them thought that I wanted to molest their luscious bodies once again. They were right of course, but first we had work to do. I managed to get them into the shower with me and we thoroughly washed each other. I stayed in the shower after I was done to watch Kathy help Julie shave her pubic hair off completely and then left as they continued to do her legs and under arms.
I assume that Julie returned the favor while I went to the sink and very carefully shaved as closely as I could and then brushed my teeth. The girls came out of the bathroom, wrapped in towels a few minutes after me, looking at me puzzled.
I was sitting on the bed, considering what I should wear when the girls asked me, "What are we going to wear?"
The answer came to me as they asked, "Look in the closet and see if you can find something that you like."
Julie and Kathy both squealed in delight as they rushed over to the closet and then cooed in pleasure as they examined the clothes that they found there. They dropped their towels and held dresses in front of each other, choosing something to wear that made them look spectacular.
I was fascinated that neither of the girls seemed to find anything unusual in the fact that they both had brand new wardrobes. Julie and Kathy came over to me carrying their choices to the bed, still wearing nothing more than wide smiles. I smiled back at them, examining their new shaves. I reached out and lightly stroked the new bare areas, enjoying the smooth feeling.
"I thought that you were in a hurry," Kathy said with a sigh and a smile.
"I am," I said as I stood, dropped my towel and began walking toward the closet. "I just thought that I ought to tease you a little bit first."
The girls were both giggling with excitement as we all quickly got dressed.
I put on a knit mock turtle neck, long sleeve shirt with a new pair of khaki slacks and a navy blazer. I opened the briefcase and pulled out a packet of $5 thousand, putting it in my pocket and then put the briefcase in the closet. I knew that the case would be safe in my room, and was unconcerned about the possibility of the cash being stolen.
We walked down the hall toward the elevator. The girls looked fabulous on their dresses. The low back and scoop front clearly showed that they were being worn bra-less. Their skirts fell to mid thigh, and were tight enough in the ass to suggest the total lack of underwear. They both wore matching high heels and were carrying small matching purses as well.
As we entered the empty elevator, Julie looked at Kathy and said, "Your nipples are as hard as mine."
"I think yours are harder," Kathy replied, smiling back at her.
The girls were pinching each other's nipples through the thin material of their dresses and giggling wildly: while I was leaning against the rear wall of the elevator car and smiling widely. The elevator door opened two floors below and a couple got onto the elevator with us. The embarrassed looks on Kathy and Julie's faces as they let go of each other and moved into my side was so funny, I began to laugh heartily.
As we rode down to the lobby, the dark glare projected form the woman was only exceeded by the jealous look of her husband. I managed to keep my expression mostly neutral as the woman's expression began gradually to change into desire. When we reached the lobby and exited the elevator, the woman pushed the button to take her husband back up to their room. I hadn't intentionally tried to influence her attitude, but in reading her mind, I found that she was surprised that she was horny. I figured that her change of attitude must have come from me. I looked back as the door was closing and saw her flowing into her husband's arms, knowing that the day would be better for them both.
I was hungry as we were seated in the coffee shop: I was seated in the middle, with Julie and Kathy on either side, snuggled in close. Our waitress dropped off our menus and went to get us our coffee.
As the waitress came back to our table and began filling our cups, I looked at her closely. She appeared to be in her very late fifties, or early sixties. I confirmed that by looking into her mind. Clara was sixty-one years old. She'd been married to her husband Ben for thirty-nine years. Ben was ill, and had probably less than a year to live. For the last five years, Ben's illness had rendered him impotent. Before Ben's illness, the two of them had enjoyed a passionate, exclusive, loving relationship. Clara, despite having her five year enforced celibacy, loved Ben, and would never betray him. I decided to help her with my special power.
I locked eyes with Clara over top of the menu, and began stimulating her very subtly. At first her face reflected confusion and then her rising passion brought color to her cheeks. The girls looked up and noticed the expression on her face. Without words, I shared her situation with them to let them know why I was doing this. Both Julie and Kathy kissed my cheek as I kept my gaze locked with Clara.
Clara's orgasm was small, quiet and came almost as a surprise to her. It both satisfied and scared her. She picked up the coffee pot and hurried away, without speaking. I sent a calming thought to her quickly retreating back as she hustled away.
As she left my line of sight, I noticed a man walking toward me. When he reached me he pulled out a large, ornate Celtic cross on a heavy silver chain. Before he began speaking I read his mind to find out what he was thinking. His name was Salvatore Colacecchi. He had inherited the cross when his father died a few years before. Sal had gambled away all his money and needed to sell the cross to make it home and to feed his family.
