"Excuse me, Gere." Nancy said peeking her blond haired head through my open office door. "Cheryl isn't here and Mr. Cameron asked if you could review and sign off on these files."
I thought to myself. "Lucky Cheryl wasn't under my desk sucking my cock."
The attractive, busty blond, Nancy was the Executive Assistant to the company president, John Cameron. Originally from Montreal but of European decent, she always was fashionably attired and today with matching fire red, stiletto heels. She was a very capable EA but had many private issues especially with her finances. It seemed from what Cheryl told me, she was always owing someone.
I had Nancy take a seat while I looked over the papers. I felt something; some sort of vibe from her and it wasn't a good vibe. I pretended to continue my work as I projected myself into her mind. She was thinking of her boyfriend, Mike; it wasn't a good thought. "How am I going to tell him we are short of rent this month especially after I had to sign for his new car we just bought? How is that going to help him find a job? And those $50 cowboy steaks was something I couldn't afford let alone the bottles of wine we drank."
"Was Nancy's boyfriend taking advantage of her? What's going on" I thought to myself as I continued my intrusion. I knew him to be controlling and suspected him of being abusive toward Nancy.
"His so called friends are pigs! Didn't even have the grace to say thank you." I could feel the ire in Nancy. "And then when he made me give them all blow jobs as he watched and drank... Yech! But it seemed to please him."
She tried to justify him but I could taste her bile in my mouth.
"But when he fucked me later, he called me a stupid, bitch slut for enjoying myself. He slapped my ass so hard that sitting here still stings!"
I had met Mike a few of times at company events and took an instant dislike to him then. The unemployable dickhead acted like a big shot, very boisterous, extremely narcissistic. He pretended to be everyone's friend, pretended to know everything about everything. No one at the company really enjoyed his company. Now my dislike for him was abhorrent.
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As time went on, I found strengthened capabilities within my acquired talent. My ability now allowed me to project over a couple of subjects, not just a single. In a way it felt like I was the director of a movie. I discovered this change while I was on the bus and as usual I made the pretty blond sit across from me. A pretty, red headed, college student got on at the next stop and took a seat beside me. Of course I couldn't resist and projected myself into her mind.
"What a pretty women." She thought. "I bet she would taste so sweet if I lapped her pussy."
I extended my thoughts to the blond opposite. "Oh fuck! My cunt is tingling. I'm getting so horny! Oh no! Not again!"
I felt Red get more sexually excited as I observed Blond through her eyes. "Oh look! I think she's getting horny! Just look at her body language; her eyes; her lips."
"Oh fuck! I'm so turned on!" Blond suddenly spread her legs. A hand reached between to pulled aside her silky panties and then used two fingers to start masturbating.
"Oh my god!" Red thought. Then without any prompting, was between Blond's legs lapping at her dripping hole.
While I was enjoying the show, everyone else in the bus was in utter shock at the display and alerted the driver. I quickly made both Red and Blond climax immediately and hard. Blond was a squirter and sprayed Red's face and clothes. Embarrassed, both of them bolted off the back of the bus before they were thrown off by the driver.
The remainder of the ride was comparatively boring.
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Cheryl and I devised a plan to help Robert rid himself of his gold digging wife, Sara. Robert was a very successful entrepreneur who helped his friends and investors be financially successful as well. But this new venture of Sara's threatened to destroy any credibility with all of his faithful (and rich) investors. The informal pool gathering they had planned at their gigantic, gorgeous home was to garner funding for her project. I'm not sure who else he warned but Robert had already informed me and the rest of our golf octet that this would not be a good investment, however we were expected to attend this pending fiasco anyways.
My wife Amber loved to socialise but hated the fact that the "event" was being used to generate financial backing. I know that Sara tried to convince Amber to convince me to contribute but even she was able to easily figure out this was a bad investment. "No. I'm not going. Just tell them I'm sick."
