"So you still don't think that was some kind of spirit fucking you in your sleep?" Candice asked Camilla the next morning as they got dressed.
"Maybe there's something self-destructive in my sub-conscious," Camilla said. She put on a white dress shirt and a black skirt. "Or maybe if I just got laid--by men, in the flesh--more often, I wouldn't do that to myself."
"Maybe Nigrovum's making us crazy, what with you and that priest."
"I'll be good." Camilla did her hair up in a bun, then asked, "So, you're off to find an apartment today?"
"Yep," Candice said. "I'll bet Nigrovum can help me find one fast, and, I hope, close to here."
"Concentrate hard," Camilla said. "I think that's how it works. Have you noticed it's like having actual living beings inside your blood, helping you realize what you're wishing?"
"Yeah, it's weird. Microscopic aliens or something."
"With some kind of advanced technology." Camilla put on a pair of black high heels. "That's what Ravinder thinks Nigrovum is, anyway. It's like if you think hard enough, and imagine what you want vividly enough, visualizing every detail, those tiny black eggs--or whatever they are--are sending out energy everywhere, connecting your mind to the person you want to control, or finding exactly what you want to find, often within very short periods of time. I hope we don't get overcome with power."
"That's what we need to be careful about," Candice said. "That might be what eventually drives us crazy. Didn't you say that's what Dr. Singh warned us about? Tampering with the spirit world?"
"Yeah, but I'll be careful. I'll use it only for good, for making people feel good. I'll be using Nigrovum to find a job today, too."
"Do you wanna find a stripping job, Camil? Then you can tell me about it."
"I'm not gonna get back into stripping quite yet, but I will soon enough." Camilla started putting on makeup while saying, "Bob e-mailed me and said he's gonna be in Toronto by the end of next week. He thinks he and I can do a POV porn video with a secretary fantasy; so I, as an actress, have to do my research. So I'm getting a secretary job."
"But Camil, you've never done that kind of work before. Who'll hire you?"
"A handsome, well-endowed, highly-sexed, forty-something man, that's who," Camilla answered while putting on dark red lipstick. "Nigrovum will help me locate the right office, then I'll do my cat moves on the guy."
When the girls finished tarting themselves up, they sat on the bed and meditated, knowing the Nigrovum would pull them to the right places like magnets.
Candice visualized an apartment just blocks away from Agape's home, one with a reasonable monthly rent and agreeable, non-meddling neighbours. She could feel her body gently vibrating as the Nigrovum emitted energy out from her in a growing circle. It was like millions of tiny eyes were looking all around the area for a suitable room for rent. After a few minutes of intense focusing, she felt a psychic tug and went out the door to find the place, not wanting to break Camilla's concentration by saying goodbye.
Camilla visualized a downtown office in a big building where a major corporation was headquartered. She also imagined a handsome, forty-something man for a boss, one who, mesmerized by her charms, would be willing to hire her despite her lack of experience or knowledge of secretarial work. As with Candice, Camilla could feel her body buzzing with a strange kind of electricity radiating outward, traveling through
the monad that unites everything
(to use the language Ravinder used in his e-mails when explaining his thoughts on Nigrovum to Camilla); she was convinced this energy would find just the kind of place she wanted to work in. After ten minutes of deep concentration, she too felt a psychic pull, and followed her instincts out the bedroom door.
"Using Nigrovum sure beats looking through the classifieds," she said as she went out of the house.
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Camilla found herself in the waiting room of an electronics company, where she and a few other women were waiting to be interviewed for a secretary job. After about fifteen minutes of waiting, she was told to go into the boss's office for her interview. As she approached the door, she undid the top three buttons of her shirt to show off an ample amount of her bra-less cleavage.
She walked into the office and saw a good-looking man in his mid-forties, with brown hair streaked with grey, and brown eyes. He got up from his seat and eagerly shook the hand of this lovely young girl.
"How are you?" he said with a grin. "My name is Miles Holland; have a seat." She sat at a chair on the other side of his desk.
"I'm Camilla Mennon," she said while looking deeply into his eyes. She visualized his penis getting erect, which it immediately began to do.
"Uh, OK," he stammered. "Let's, uh, begin then."
"What do you want to know about me?" she asked with a suggestively girly grin and shrugged shoulders.
"Y-you s-seem rather young to be l-looking for a j-job as a secretary." She used Nigrovum to make him say, "How old are you, sweetie?" He couldn't believe he'd called her that.
"18," she said with feigned shyness.
"My goodness," he said; then she made him say, "You're just a little baby, aren't you, sweetheart?" Again, he surprised himself.
"Yeah," she said with a giggle and a 'shy' turning away of her head. He was amazed that his sexist remarks, however involuntary they were, didn't offend her. "I'm just a little girl." She giggled again.
"Can you type?" he asked, squirming in his chair from his growing erection.
"Um...not very fast," she said with another giggle and pretended blushing.
"Well, with practice, you'll get faster," he panted. His erection was getting sore from poking through his underwear. "Do you know shorthand?"
"Um...no," she said with a timid shake of her head and an 'embarrassed' giggle.
"That's OK," he said. "It isn't an essential part of being a secretary anymore. D-do you have a-any secretarial experience? Any r-references?"
"No," she said, giggling even louder this time.
Hire me anyway
, she thought, psychically sending him the message.
"W-when can you start?"
"As soon as you want me to," she said with a sexy grin.
"How about t-tomorrow morning? N-normally I d-don't come into the office until about 11 AM, but if you get here at about 8:30, I can sh-show you the ropes."
"You mean, you'll train me yourself, sir?" she asked with wide-open eyes and her mouth agape. She stood up and leaned forward so he could see more cleavage; a bit of areola was showing.
"Y-yes, of course, honey," he said again, surprised by his words and her unruffled reaction to them.
"Thank you, sir; you're so sweet!" she said with more grinning and giggling. They shook hands. She walked over to the door with a swaying of her hips; after opening the door, she looked back at him, and with a doe-eyed expression said, "I'll be here at 8:30 sharp tomorrow morning, waiting for you to teach me my new job." Giggling again, she breathily said, "Goodbye, Mr. Holland." She left.
He just sat at his desk for several minutes, stunned. The best of blow jobs never got my dick that hard, he thought. "How the hell am I gonna 'train' her?" he whispered. "How am I gonna keep from cheating on my wife?"
As Camilla walked out of the building and along Bay Street, she said to herself, "Let's face it: I'm a goddess, thanks to Nigrovum. My power is growing..."
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That night, back at home, Camilla changed out of her secretary outfit and into even more alluring apparel: a tight, sleeveless, and belly-less white top that her nipples seemed to be trying to rip their escape through; and those same skimpy low-rise Daisy Duke denim shorts she'd worn to Mr. Leroy's oral test--the ones with the triangle cut where her buttock cleavage, sans panties, began to show. Still with her bright harlot makeup on, she went downstairs with her purse and joined Agape in the living room.
He was sitting on a big chair listening to music and drinking from his third glass of bourbon. When she entered the room in her risque attire, she turned around slowly to give him a full display. Grinning, she asked, "How do I look?"
Shocked at how she looked, he stammered out, "V-very lovely." What do you want me to say, girl? he thought; T-minus nine? I'm your
father
.
"A little too scantily-clad, Daddy?"
