That evening in the hotel room by myself, I found myself thinking. One of the things about traveling for business is that I spend a lot of time alone in hotel rooms. At least a couple or three hours a night, usually. It gives me time to think, and that evening I did a fair amount of thinking.
First of all, it seemed I was getting better at this. My experience before I met Susan was pretty sporadic, and I did not have success much of the time when I would try to influence someone to be sexual with me. Perhaps it was just Susan, or perhaps it was not wiping her memory so that our experience built, but I seem to have gotten more competent manipulating the resonance since I met her. And Kit, too. Having ongoing relationships with these women was different from the scattershot approach I had been using. Well, I mean I was still doing that, too, but my experience with the girls seems to have created more of a foundation. Or something.
Second, I found that I was relying on the mind worm part of this much less. I had been getting better at just getting people aroused and I had found that people who are aroused are much easier to influence anyway. A suggestion might take a minute or so to transform into behavior instead of 45 minutes. It had to be more than that; horny people do not always do what others want them to. However that had to be part of it.
I had noticed some time ago that women are not particularly interested in penises unless they are aroused. For a guy to look at a naked female and get interested is pretty much how it works. For a women to look at a naked guy does not seem to have the same effect. Certainly not, 'Wow there's a penis. That gets me going.'
On the other hand, when a female is aroused, penises are much more desirable. Getting a woman aroused can facilitate a great deal of interest in penises. And that can facilitate her giving my penis a little attention. Such as putting my penis in her mouth. I like that. I also have found that once a woman had sucked on my cock, she was far more receptive to my sticking said cock in her vagina or ass. I like that, too.
I had essentially been running around making women horny enough to want my cock in their mouths and then allowing them to simply do what they wanted. Talk about a win-win. What a guy. Although in fairness, all seemed pretty satisfied with their experience. No one so far seemed to have been overcome with regret or horror about what she had done or anything.
Reflecting back on my experience on the beach I noticed that the ability to get people really aroused was more than just getting them aroused. When there were a number of people aroused, it was highly contagious. So, I could get others aroused and I would then, indirectly, get myself aroused. Not only that, but that way I can stay aroused even after I have just had a climax. I like that, too.
Of course the larger issue has to do with vicarious orgasms. That is the discovery of the century. At least for me. If another person has an orgasm, anyone connected with the resonance gets a little of that, too. If a bunch of people have orgasms, everyone gets an orgasm. Or at least gets to feel one. When I had a vicarious orgasm I did not discharge. It just felt fucking wonderful. I wondered if that was what a climax was like for a female. In any case, I could have lots of orgasms that way as long as there were a lot of people around me having orgasms. And, it really seemed to energize me when people did. Even if I was not having one.
I spent a lot of time thinking about how and where to take advantage of this phenomenon. I was hesitant to induce spontaneous orgasms with guys because it would leave a mess in their pants, but that does not mean I wouldn't do it. In fact, I had done it just that afternoon.
The kind of products I sell are high end tech and some even higher end software to do with it. I won't go into details, but I will note that it is a niche market with only a few companies competing. But it is a competitive market for all that, with serious bank to be made, and the few of us involved in sales are all trying to get the business. Many of the salespeople know each other, and most of us are friendly enough. Kind of like lawyers who can compete in the courtroom and go have a drink or play golf later.
There are a few, however, that are assholes. Deceptive, manipulative, dishonest; you know the type. Harold Jackson is one such asshole. To your face, he would always put on a show like he was this swell fellow and then later he would fuck you over without blinking. I have had many customers share some of the things that he has said about me and about our product line, none of which were true. The man just says shit, whatever he thinks will make a sale. He says it.
Most of the other reps know about him and what he does, but there is not a lot anyone can do about it. Today, however, was epic.
There are often times when one or the other of us will encounter a competitor at the same place of business, back to back calls sometimes. I have left a meeting more than once only to find another rep waiting for his chance with the same executive. I have also been the one waiting, seeing the other rep come out as I was about to go in. Today was one of those times.
This time, however, was notable for several reasons. First, it was a particularly high stakes sale. There were many millions up for grabs. Second I was waiting behind Harold. Third, I could actually hear some of what was going on on the other side of the door.
Harold was holding forth with some outright slander. And, it was about me. He was going on about how I was dishonest, that I was feeding the customer a pack of lies about what my software can and can't do. I could not hear all the details, but the gist of it was quite clear. And it pissed me off.
I thought about giving him a mother of all headaches, which I could do, but after my experience with Kara's boyfriend, I was hesitant to do it. Besides, I did not want to gin up any sympathy for him from the client. So after giving it a moment, I decided to give him a little treat instead.
In the middle of a sentence, another lie I might add, Harold had an orgasm. A doozy of an orgasm, actually. I could tell from the buildup that it would be. I suspect Harold had not gotten any in a while. And, I pressed pretty hard. When it got there, he bellowed out a roar and unloaded into his pants. The experience lasted a good while, certainly long enough to demonstrate to the customer in no uncertain terms that he had a climax. A big 'un.
I imagined he had filled his shorts, but when he bolted from the room, it was clear that he did not have any shorts on. The evidence of his discharge had already begun to seep through his slacks, an obvious wet spot on the front and moving down his leg. He must have really unloaded. He did not even look at either of us, but just headed out the door.
The executive's assistant looked up to notice, and after Harold left she looked to me. I looked to her. She had a 'what the fuck was that?' look on her face. I had a 'beats me' look on my face. We both smiled. People like Harold seldom treat admin assistants with respect and I doubt she was a fan.
It was a good 15 minutes before the assistant got a call. She took it, hung up, and said, "Ms Simkins will see you now."
Ms Simkins was a very business-like woman. She was wearing a tailored blue suit with a modestly short skirt, and a lighter blue blouse open at the neck. She was a very attractive woman, but she kept her looks understated. She had no doubt learned that she would be taken more seriously if she did not flaunt her looks. Still, she was attractive and while there was no way to know exactly what she was packing in that blouse, she was obviously not flat chested. She had some remarkable legs and a lovely face.
