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ScSc = Scorekeeper Scent
Niamh = Celtic, pronounced "NEEV"
The Ponytail Express
Chapter 6: The Mia Experiment
7:58pm
Diamond bar lounge
Fred considered the new parameters for his current task. He was in a sleazy bar outside of town with both his girlfriend Deborah Stallings, and his newest convert Benji Kilmeade, living proof the ScSc worked on guys and dolls. The primary task was recruiting Mia Ryan for Deb's softball team, the Ponytail Express.
Mia Grace Ryan had a small but lively rap sheet full of misdemeanors like public intoxication, disorderly conduct, and indecent exposure. There were no warrants, both parents deceased. She had an uncle who was serving a 35-year prison sentence, and a cousin named Niamh. Mia currently worked at the casino as an "Employee Relations Specialist", which apparently translated to bartender. It listed her supervisor as Ira Deschamps, aka Biker Santa. There wasn't a mention of a Mr. Terry in the police file, but there was mention of Sheriff Vincent Mackey. That concerned Fred, as he considered his options. Both the casino and cathouse in the forest out behind would fall into Mackey's jurisdiction.
Benji, relaxed but alert, was on Fred's right sipping a bottle of cheap beer. If Benji could provide half the intimidation factor he did on the football field, it was going to be smooth sailing. Deb was on his left, gorgeous as always, perched with flawless posture atop a barstool, body tilted towards him, perfect legs crossed. He'd recently been between those legs and looked forward to a return trip. There was a tension in the way Deb held herself. Maybe she was picking up the same uneasy vibe Fred was from the place.
"Grace, when do you go on break?"
"After 8, Fred," Grace answered.
"I parked my truck in the lot. Would it be okay if we met there?"
"As long as it's not over 30 minutes, I can do what I want with my time."
"How many cellphones do you own, Grace?" Fred thought to ask.
"Two."
"What are they for?"
"One for work, one for me."
"Grace, I want you to give me your private cellphone, but not now. Get me a water and Benji another bottle of whatever he's having. Then I want you to set your cell on the bar in front of me."
"Sure thing, Fred." The longer Grace was close to Fred, the more she fell under his sway.
Her blush of arousal was almost as obvious as her shiner. Fred appreciated the suggestive sway of her hips. He rose from his stool and moved to Deb. She smiled forlornly, putting an arm around him. He leaned down and planted a kiss on her forehead; his hand entwined in hers, reassuring.
"Thoughts? Observations?" Fred asked.
"She certainly seems to like you," Deb quipped. "Seriously though, she might be in trouble. I'd like for you to just 'whammy' her into showing up this Saturday, but if she's going to be a member of the Ponytail Express, we need to know what sort of drama to expect."
Fred moved behind Deb, hand in hers while the other massaged her shoulder; the muscles were compact. Her back arched noticeably in appreciation. Fred watched Grace/Mia with interest. She took time off a busy work order to glance his way, and the obvious show of affection didn't seem to put her off.
"Deb, I agree completely. When she donates her cell, I'm going to slide it to you; go through it on the way out to the truck. We'll post Benji up outside and we'll converse with Mia inside."
Deb nodded. "Freddy, is that all you want to do to her?" She heard her own voice and didn't like the jealous tone.
"With all the action that's taken place in the truck, it's a safe bet Mia will become a supersonic sex-machine within a minute. We put her to sleep before that happens. I'd like to give her commands tied to her cellphone. Sort of like your activation phrase, but in text form."
"Great idea, Freddy." Deb had reservations about what they were about to do. There was probably a less porno way to do this, but Fred needed to stretch his ability, and Deb had to admit she was curious, as well as a little turned on. Fred's hands were magical; she wanted them on her tits.
Fred reluctantly took his hands off Deb, retaking his seat on the stool. Deb couldn't resist pinching his ass. The look of faux exasperation was adorable.
Grace did as she was told, sliding the phone over. Fred trapped her hand with his own, gently. She grinned at him, but didn't resist.
"Grace, I want you to take a break as soon as you can." Fred locked her eyes with his to bring it all home. "You want to do what I say." He squeezed her hand for emphasis, then let go.
"I'll do what you say," Mia repeated.
The evening sun was low in the sky when the quartet arrived at Fred's truck. There had been some stares in the Diamond when she left, but nothing too suspicious; most eyes were on Deb. Fred led the way while holding Mia's hand. Her fire was getting noticeably stoked, which made the sway of her hips more inviting, which also stoked Fred's fire. He was also periodically check out Deb, who was going through Mia's personal cell but monitoring what was transpiring. Benji headed up the rear; Fred noted the jock was both keeping an active eye out while still appreciating Deb's ass. They weren't followed.
Deb had both Mia's cellphones and her passwords; sending as much information to a friend of hers named Thalina Hughes as she could.
Fred opened the passenger door for Mia. Deb turned to Benji.
"Benji, if you see anyone, give a holler."
"Will do, Deb," Benji agreed.
If jealousy was a cruel mistress, it was doubly vexing to Deborah. How in less than an hour could she go from orgasming on his face to thinking Freddy would ditch her for that chain-smoking amazonian hussy. Sure, she had huge tits and that thick red hair and soft ass, but she'd only just met Freddy. Was it the way she submitted to him? Freddie didn't control Deb unless she wanted to be controlled. Maybe it was because Mia made it look so sexy. Maybe if she submitted to him like Mia did - Deb shook that thought off. Freddy was her property.
"You okay, Deb?" Fred was holding the passenger door open. Fred had been so confident in the bar; it was kind of hot. As she closed the distance, it was easy to see the concern on him; for her. She wrapped him in a hug, and felt his arms close around her, intimate and cozy. She squeezed his bottom, and he responded by tweaking hers.
"I'll be ok, Fred. Let's do this."
Fred went around to the driver's side and Deb pulled the door and stepped in, but Mia hadn't scooched over; she was blocking her way in. Deb balanced, both feet on the sidebar, one hand on the top of the truck and one on the door. Mia had a hand in her red leather pants working her womanhood, while her other was under her tank top, squeezing her left tit. Deb had a front-row seat as Mia enjoyed the benefits of Fred's cab.
"Move over." Deb framed it as an order and tried not to look at the display by staring into Mia's green eyes, which were shut in ecstasy until Deb's forceful request. Their faces were dangerously close to one another.
"Make me." Mia's voice was low gravel as she closed the short distance to Deb's mouth, kissing her hard.
Fred instantly hardened when he laid eyes on Mia, playing tonsil hockey with Deb. Her positioning effectively trapped her, with both hands needed for balance. Her mouth was being assaulted by Mia's tongue.
"Mmmmhmmmph," Fred heard Deb and fought an incredible battle with his conscience not to activate Deb; he did however let the kiss go on a few more seconds before he put a stop to it.
"Mia, I order you to go fall asleep, but you will still hear me." A wet slurping noise signaled the end of the erotic make-out session as Mia nodded off, both hands now slack.
"You okay, Deb?" Fred asked, swallowing.
"Yeah Freddy. Let's move her over so we can get on with the programming." Fred didn't know what was sexier; Deb's embarrassment or the fact that she absent-mindedly licked Mia's saliva off her lips.
"I can do that. Mia, on the count of 5, I want you to wake up. When you do, it will make you want to listen to my voice even more. You want to obey my voice." Fred moved closer to her, counting down from 5. When Mia awoke, she was noticeably calmer. She noticed her hand still in her pants, but she was too busy looking at Fred to care.
"Mia, please move over to me."
"Yes."
Once she moved over, Deb got inside, closing the door.
"Mia, repeat after me; I trust Fred."
"I... trust Fred?"
"Mia, repeat; I trust Fred."
"I trust Fred."
"Who do you trust?"
"Fred."
