Justin knew the moment he was going to use his gift to help someone else. Up to now, he used it to help himself, making him wealthy with lots of possessions, and not paying taxes on any of it. The ability to control others came to him about ten years earlier from a freak electrical accident, Justin taking a few days to realize it and a few months to be proficient at it.
Now at twenty-six, he had a nice house with a highly cognizant staff, a nice car still listed with the dealership for the insurance, nice clothes from a credit card not his, and plenty of people to assist whatever his whim was at the moment. What he didn't have was a relationship worth having, the plenty of girls and a few males only there because he controlled them.
Then he met Maureen Watts, a slim, boyish girl who worked at the library. Justin had a nice library at his nice house but occasionally visited the public one for one of the events they put on. Maureen was the event coordinator, a twenty-four-year-old who was serious in demeanor yet liked to smile and laugh. At the end of the event, he stayed to help her as he realized the rest of the event staff were leaving early. By the time the props and pamphlets were packed away, they agreed to meet for a drink.
That led to more meetings and then dinners and then walks in the parks, Justin not controlling Maureen but out of habit scanning her mind each time they met to find she didn't know about him, didn't realize his nice car and clothes were based on money, for she seldom thought of such things. She did like him a lot, as he had her laughing each time they met and a few calls or texts in between.
The moment Justin decided to use the ability for someone else came during a nice meal at a nice restaurant. People usually needed reservations there, but Justin simply walked in, gave his name along with a mental push and they had the best table available at the moment. Maureen never seemed sure why, but she did like his self-assurance and confidence without seeming to be arrogant, at least around her.
Maureen went to the ladies' room after the meal, coming out to head to the table, a happy look on her face as Justin watched her walk. She didn't do a sexy walk, but her stride was straight, athletic, and showed a confidence in her chosen path. She passed a table, a woman standing up, tossing water into Maureen's face before laughing.
"Worm! I thought that was you. Here for a desperation date?"
Maureen wiped water from her face before blinking at her attacker. The restaurant went quiet.
"I,I, I thought you moved away."
"I did, you stupid worm. Now, I'm back to make it here. What sort of stupid things are you doing? Still wearing out those vibrating batteries because no male will take a worm seriously?" the woman smiled, "What's the matter, worm? Eating too many bugs off some homeless man?"
There was laughter from the table, Maureen's face shutting down as she tried to walk around the woman standing there. The woman grabbed Maureen by the hair, yanked her back and pushed the finished plate of pasta into her face, letting the remains drip onto Maureen's dress and shoes.
"Yeah, worm, you're as pathetic as always."
Maureen was released, walking face down to the table, taking her jacket and purse, walking quickly away without a word to Justin. He read her mind, Maureen mortified and humiliated by her high school bully, Maureen sure Justin would have nothing more to do with her. Justin got up, paid the bill, and went outside, moving Maureen from the cab stand to his car. There he used towels from the trunk to help clean her off before she sobbed in his arms. He held her for a few minutes, taking her back to her place where he stayed to make sure she was okay.
She wasn't as he used the ability to soothe her mind, having her doze off for nice dreams, not the ones where she was trembling for fear of one of her bullies being back. Assured she was fine, he placed her into bed, locked up and left.
Maureen had no mean bones in her, always polite and nice to even those who were ignored by others. Justin wasn't happy how the bully treated her, and he had a way to show it. He had a decade of using his ability to control others, had some mistakes he took as lessons, but there was little he couldn't do even with much subtleness involved. The bully would have to be taught a lesson.
Linda Duffy woke the next morning, stretching in bed, her face smiling at the memory of dumping her pasta plate into worm's face and down her outfit. It was just like old times, beating the girl down so she trembled in fear whenever Linda was around. Linda liked that idea, for she was a self-assured arrogant person who thought she was entitled to what she wanted, her looks and family wealth notwithstanding. After all, she made it through high school and law school by using her assets and a little blackmail. She looked at her bedroom ceiling. If she remembered right, she had photos of worm back in high school when she and her five friends tormented the quiet girl. Linda thought she might want to dig them out, find worm, and use a bit of blackmail to humiliate her again. If worm didn't agree, well, she could always put the photos and some sort of caption with them on social media. Make worm a star and possibly mess with her life. Linda nodded to no one, the idea having merit.
Her husband was already gone, not surprising since Linda was slow in finding work, claiming to be choosy about which law firm she would work for, even if so far, none were knocking on her door. He was an engineer and made good money, they'd not starve if Linda took a few months off for her own enjoyment.
A shower, getting dressed and at the table for the maid to serve breakfast was the morning ritual. After that, Linda was free to do whatever, such as shop. With two maids inside and two-yard men outside, there was little for Linda to do anyway, so she might as well have some fun.
She was in a dress store, seeking what they had for more than two grand so she could impress others with her style. She was on her third outfit, the store associate nearby, waiting for a decision, waiting nicely for the store's customer base was high end if not high maintenance. Linda twirled in a dress, seeing a man watching her. She looked him in the eye, ready to control the situation.
"You like this on me, don't you?"
Lead with the good question, maintain eye contact, and you get the response you want. Good rules for work or play. The man moved to stand closer.
"Actually, no. A slut like you needs something more in line with your tastes rather than trying to imitate a bitch on legs."
The words were said softly, so softly Linda thought she misheard. The sales associate near never made a sign of hearing anything.
"Excuse me?"
"Nope, tried, never did find any excuse for you. Perhaps you should go into the dressing room, masturbate while thinking of one, and come out without releasing yourself. How about we try that route?" he replied.
The man moved off, a smile on his face as Linda was about to take a handbag off a rack and attack him for saying that. The only thing holding her back was her horniness as she licked her lips, hurrying into the dressing room. She'd play with herself however she wanted and the hell with what that smug bastard wanted.
The sales associate knocked on the door after five minutes, was told to go away and come back in another five minutes. All the associate heard was the gasping and moaning from inside. Not sure if the woman was sick or not, she undid the lock, opening the door.
Linda sat on the chair, her unbought dress at her waist, her silk panties at her ankles, her fingers moving as a blur in and out of her hairy pussy. She was gasping and moaning, trying hard to cum but with no luck. She saw the associate.
"Get your ass in here and lick me, bitch. You want to stare, get a close up. Now lick or I'll have you fired."
The sales associate laughed as she closed the door, then swung it open fully before walking away, her laughter heard in the small hallway. Apparently, she didn't consider her job in peril for refusing to perform a sex act on a customer.
Two girls arrived to laugh at the sight.
"OMG, she's right, the slut is fucking herself!"
"Hope she buys the dress, she's ruined it for anyone else."
The two girls left, Linda hearing them laughing as well. She saw nothing to laugh about, she was still trying to get over the edge, but the interruption was enough for her to stop her actions. She gasped more, using all her willpower to not play with her erect clit or finger fuck her pussy anymore.
A few minutes later she left the dressing room, the three associates smirking at her. She was dressed in her pants suit, the dress left behind.
"Ma'am? You forgot the dress you were buying."
