Campaign 6r

Chapter 11

A woman from the other side of the dance floor stood up from a booth, looking around in obvious terror.

Alarmed, the two girls with her asked what was the matter.

She did not answer walking swiftly, almost running toward the exit.

I read her mind, seeing it filled with loneliness, confusion, fear and trepidation. I pushed a strong suggestion into her mind.

She slowed, then stopped, hands pressed to her head, trying to resist my intrusion.

The girls she was with went to her, attempting to help.

I sent them both a suggestion to return to their booth. Their friend was ok, just wanted to leave. They would not pay attention to her further actions.

They returned to their booth as the girl, obeying my influence instructions, made her way over to my booth and sat down.

She was short, slight, with curly black hair and dark complexion.

Very pretty and very scared.

I deepened my control over her, sending calming thoughts.

The trilling music receded to a soft background as I connected with her.

As her angst started to fade, I asked, "I'm Jules Vancy. What is yours?"

"Consuela Hermosa."

"Consuela how long have you had this ability?"

With the question her emotions began to anxiously rise again.

Again I projected peace and quiet in her mind.

Relaxing she answered, "Not long, a month."

Her apprehension flaring again, she added, "Ability? NO! A nightmare!"

I had not intended to hypnotize her but she was in such a turmoil I felt it necessary to relieve her of the terror of what was happening to her.

I mentally entered her mind, taking full control and she went limp, slumping in the booth seat.

As I started to install Consuela's prompts, Di returned.

I stood, raising my finger to my lips, shaking my headed and motioned for her to sit. With her programming to obey me without question, she complied.

Di scooted over so I could sit down beside her and I continued the prompt installation on the girl resting opposite us.

When I had her situated in her special room on her special bed with all the command prompts, in place, with her experiencing euphoria, I explored her mind.

She was a very troubled 19 years old. Consuela Anna Hermosa, an only child to legal Mexican immigrants. Her mother had been pregnant when her parents migrated and she was born and raised in Eugene. Her parents, with no education, held menial low paying jobs, living in rental property. They sacrificed to achieve the goal of providing Consuela the opportunity to live the American dream.

She was a lonely child, a combination of a quiet, distant, introvert nature, her parent's ethnicity, financial and social status. She felt from an early age that there something different and others subconsciously recognized it and avoided her. She made few friends and those that she did have were not close, more acquaintances. Her life centered around her loving and protective parents.

Her grades, although a little above average, reflective of her average intelligence, were not good enough to garner any scholarships. She had received an Oregon lottery based grant, available to all who applied. It covered only a small percentage of the tuition. She took out a Federal Student loan and her parents made up the tuition difference with their meager savings. For this reason she enrolled in Portland State University, rather than the University of Oregon in Eugene, home of the Oregon Ducks.

Close to the end of her freshmen semester her parents contracted COVID and died from complications. Their death was devastating as they had been her world. While attending their funeral she too became ill with COVID and was hospitalized. For several weeks, she was near death herself.

Recovered enough to leave the hospital she faced a substantial medical bill. Her parent's funeral had taken all of their savings and the rent was due on her parent's home. There was nothing in the house she wanted other than a few small emotional mementos and personal belongings. She loaded that in her parent's twenty year old Honda and headed back to Portland.

The university was closed for summer and her dorm had been emptied, but, given the circumstance, she was allowed to take the exam finals. Afterward she retrieved her dorm belongings from the bursar.

Stopping at a Chick-Fil-A, for lunch she noticed a help wanted ad. She applied and got the job as a waitress. For the next two weeks she lived out of her car until two other girls who worked at the same place offered to share a low rent apartment with and she moved in.

After her near death experience with COVID she started to hear people's thoughts. At first it was only an occasional random, broken segment, then more and more.

She thought she was going crazy, becoming fearful and depressed.

Her roommates suggested a night on the town, dancing, might help her pull out of her doldrums. She did not want to go but they were insistent saying they would pay.

She agreed but the crowded venue only made it worse with the thoughts bombarding along with a new sensation, a vibration in her mind.

When she felt me she panicked and ran.

I felt sorry for this young girl whose life had collapsed in ruins and decided to help.

First I needed to ease her mind.

I gave her instructions that she would not, now or in the future, be alarmed or fear her ability to read other people's minds, accepting it as normal.

I impressed upon her to trust me explicitly and follow my commands, verbal and mental, without question.

She would not be disturbed with my connection with her mind, embracing and welcoming it.

Acknowledging I could monitor and enter her mind from a distance she would not be concerned or distressed when she felt it.

"Dance Awake."

Consuela straightened and blinked and I introduced them, "Consuela, Di, Di, Consuela."

"Hello," Consuela said hesitantly.

"Hi," Di responded brightly.

"How are you feeling Consuela?" I questioned.

Introspection produced a surprised expression and she paused before replying, "Better than I have in a while."

"Good. No more troubling thoughts about your ability?"

"No. I... its... OK."

"That's right it is OK, perfectly normal for you," I assured.

Continuing I told her, "If you want to finish college and get your degree, I will pay the tuition and give you a monthly allowance for expenses. Also I'll retire your Federal student loan, your medical bill and any other debts you may have. Are you interested?"

Smiling brightly, she exclaimed, "Oh that would be wonderful Mr. Vancy."

"Call me Hay. I think I can get you enrolled at the University of Oregon in Eugene. Although with the fall semester is already underway, you will have to work extra hard to catch up. The mid-term exam's will determine your grade for the semester. Are you willing to put forth the effort?"

"Yes Hay I will."

"Ok. Well here is what I want you to do. We are going to leave and drop you off at the apartment you share with the other two girls. You will be there when they return. They will think nothing of you leaving and you will not mention anything that happened. Tomorrow you will gather your belongings, say goodbye to them. Go by your work, turn in your resignation and pick up your paycheck. You will drive to the Cracker Barrel at Exit 37 on Interstate 5, where we will be waiting for you, and follow us home. You can stay with us until you get established on the college campus."

"Alright Hay,"

I turned to Di and asked, "You ready to go Honey."

"Ready."

I stood offering Di a hand, then helped Consuela to her feet. The two girls Consuela came with did not even glance our way as I escorted them out.

We got into my truck, Di in center and Consuela by the door. With directions from Consuela we headed for her apartment. Arriving about 15 minutes later, she started getting out.

"Hold up a minute Consuela," I said reaching for my wallet, "Here is some money."

Standing outside the open door she accepted three twenties I extended, leaning across Di.

"Thanks."

"Your welcome. See you in the morning. Bye now."

"Bye," She said turning toward the apartment building's open hallway.

We waited, watching until she disappeared into the dimly lit recess.

Di continued sitting close, leaning her head on my shoulder as we drove to the McCutchen.

I lifted my arm and put it around her shoulder with her cheek now resting on my chest.

*IQ ASLEEP.*

Di went limp and I held her tight, telling her to accept and love Consuela as a sister unconditionally and without question.

I allowed her to enjoy the comfort and pleasure of her special bed while we traveled to the hotel.

While enroute I checked on Consuela.

Our link was very strong and I could plainly see her sitting on a ratty threadbare couch, drinking a Mountain Dew, watching a small TV. When she sat the soft drink bottle down on the table at the end of the couch, I sent her a message.

*DANCE ASLEEP.*

Consuela went limp. I told her to accept and love Di as a sister unconditionally and without question.

I allowed her to enjoy the comfort and pleasure of her special bed while Di and I traveled to the hotel.

Pulling up in front of the hotel and as the valet approached, I sent two messages.

*IQ AWAKE.*

*DANCE AWAKE.*

Di roused up and asked, "We here?"

"Yes Baby."

In our room we showered and went to bed, to dance erotically.

Later, in a vision of loveliness, Di lay sprawled in orgasmic stupor, drifting off to sleep.

I rose from the bed and got a bottle of whisky from mini bar and poured it into a glass. I took the whisky out on the balcony and sat looking out over the city as I sipped.

I considered the implications of my actions today, the lottery and Consuela.

I was sure there was a downside to each, although I could not see any presently, but the pluses far outweighed any possible negatives. I could and would deal with any detrimental issues.

It felt good and right to use my ability to help someone in need.

The experience with Consuela had shown several things. I had detected her paranormal ability through the vibrations and she mine.

Was this just because of a special connection between us or true with others of similar abilities?

This led to the realization there others with similar abilities.

How many others?

Consuela may be an anomaly but I didn't think so.

I thought her ability resulted from a combination of events. First she had to have an inherent ability. Many, maybe everyone, may have the dormant ability to some degree, minuscule to great. There had to be an unusually traumatic event to trigger the emergence of a strong inherent ability. Consuela's fragile personality, the death of her parents, her near death illness and the loss of everything familiar was enough to bring her strong ability to the front.

Her lack of understanding of what was occurring and the fear it generated kept her from developing any control. Her potential was significant but she had no idea the how, why or what. If and when she reached her potential it would be strong, although not even close to my power.

This next observation was the eye opening possibility that there was someone as powerful as me or more so. I needed to be on guard in case I encountered someone such as this.

I had easily controlled Consuela and wanted to be the one who stayed in control and not the one controlled.

To insure I stayed in charge, I needed to explore, develop, practice and strengthen my ability to protect me as well as Di and Consuela.

When I was able to safely access the lottery winnings, I planned on keeping a quarter of it for personal use. The remaining three quarters to be invested and to purchase existing or creating new businesses.

I would need someone I could trust who was capable of managing a business conglomerate. Consuela's college major was business administration. She was of average intelligence but with some careful manipulation, I could increase her IQ. She would be ideal as CEO of my businesses.

Finishing my drink, I returned to Di.

Sleeping she curled up in my arms and I soon joined her.

Mid-morning the following day Di and I were at the Cracker Barrel. We were sitting on the restaurant's front porch, rocking in the rocking chairs, waiting on Consuela.

Earlier in the day after a morning delight, we checked out of the McCutchen and headed for the rendezvous with Consuela.

About twenty minutes after we arrived so did Consuela.

We hugged each other as Di and Consuela immediately started talking as if they had known each other their whole lives.

I asked, "You hungry?"

Consuela agreed, "I could eat."

Di and I had not eaten this morning and it being close to lunch we when inside.

Cracker Barrel offers an all-day breakfast and that was what we ordered.

Consuela advised everything had gone well. She woke feeling better than she could remember. She said goodbye to her roommates, loaded her few belongings and clothes and left. She turned in her uniforms, resigning at Chick-Fil-A. Her pay was held a week behind and she told them to hold her check. She would come by next week to pick it up.

I gave our address and she called Chick-Fil-A and told them to mail her check.

We finished eating and headed for Eugene with Consuela following in her car. A little over two hours we arrived home.

We got Consuela settled in, putting her in Mama's and Daddy's bedroom. As with all the other bedrooms it had its own full bathroom. Consuela wanted to freshen up as did Di. Di went to our bedroom bathroom as I hypnotized Consuela. I did not want Consuela to cause any changes in mine and Di's private life.

On the way home I had hypnotized Di. I instructed her accept Consuela presence as natural and not to alter any of her usual habits, dress or actions. She would be completely comfortable, without any inhibitions, with Consuela seeing her naked or her sexual relationship with me.

I implanted in Consuela similar commands. She would consider Di's dress or the lack thereof, her intimate actions with me, perfectly natural and normal, without inhibitions. She would never divulge, indicate, or acknowledge the romantic relationship between me and my step sister to anyone or on any device or with written notice.

Before waking her I did a quick scan of her mind. She was very happy and content, with great expectations of the future.

I brought her back and left her to her bathroom ministrations, going to the office. I called the University of Oregon. After going through several people and being placed on hold, I finally was connected to Chancellor Erving Walbourne.

While on hold Di came into the office, wearing a skimpy bikini. She kissed me and said that she and Con were going to the pool. When we left Portland it had been cloudy and warm, but as we approached Eugene the sky had cleared with the temps rising a little due to warm sunshine. The girls had decided to take advantage of the beautiful weather.

I told her I would be out as soon as I was done. Giving another hot kiss she left.

"Hello."

"Is this Chancellor Walbourne?"

"It is. How may assist you?"

"Chancellor Walbourne I'm Jules Vancy. I would like to make a substantial endowment to the University of Oregon. Could I meet with you to work out the details."

"Certainly Mr. Vancy. When would you like to meet?"

"As soon as possible."

"Where are you?"

"Eugene."

"Good. How about 11 tomorrow morning."

"Great I will be there."

"Are you familiar with our campus?"

"Yes."

"Come to the admin office. One of the ladies will show you to me."

"Thank you Chancellor Walbourne."

"Thank you Mr. Vancy. I appreciate your consideration. Look forward to meeting you."

I knew the offer of money would assure a meeting with the Chancellor. The meeting would serve a two-fold purpose. It would insure Consuela's admittance in the college's fall semester.

I intended to make an endowment for the creation of a parapsychology department. Only three major USA universities offered this education and degrees, University of Virginia, Department of Perceptual Studies, the University of Arizona Veritas Laboratory and Duke University Rhine Center. The University of Oregon is a top tier public research facility and I wanted to establish a world class parapsychology program.

It would attract the best minds in the field, doing cutting edge research and providing excellent instruction. This would benefit greatly my development as I would see I had constant access to the research. Distant, cloaked and invisible, I would monitor, evaluate and make use of all the work.

I headed out and found the two girls cavorting naked in the pool. When they saw me both exited pool and walked to the umbrella table, grabbing a couple of heavy bath towels from the table.

I watched both of the beautiful nubile girls as the dried off, comparing the two.

Tall... short, blonde...dark, lush...slim.

Consuela was smaller but very curvy in all the right places. 34c to Di's 36d. Her narrow waist swelled to rounded hips. Her pussy was covered with black curly hair.

Even though I preferred Di's bare peach it was still very sexy.

Still damp but not dripping, they wrapped the towels around their torsos and sat down with Di kissing me as dramatically as before. Neither was shy or embarrassed with their nakedness or Di's expressive action.

"Where are your bathing suits?"

"Con did not have a suit and none of mine fit. We both wanted to swim and I was not going to let her just watch me. So I took off my bikini and asked she join me. She did and it was great fun. I love her."

"I'm glad you girls are getting along so well."

Consuela gushed, "I love Di!"

Di replied with as much emotion, "I love Con!"

I said, "I have a meeting with Chancellor Walbourne of the University of Oregon tomorrow at 11. By Monday you will be attending your sophomore classes. It'll only be two weeks into the fall semester and working hard you will be able to catch up easily."

"Thank you Hay."

"You can live here, it is less than a twenty minute drive to the campus. Unless you prefer living in the dorms?"

She interjected emphatically, "No! If I can I would much prefer staying with you and Di."

"No problem. Done. Your car is on its last legs so you can drive the silver Honda Accord in the garage. It was mine and Di's mother's car and is only two years old with very low mileage. It is immaculate and in perfect mechanical condition. Treat it as your own."

"Oh Hay!"

Consuela jumped up, rushing over to kiss me. Her quick movement loosened her towel and it fell to the deck. Ignoring the absence of the covering she continued on, intending to bend over to kiss me.

The towel, now around her ankles, caused her to stumble and fall forward. I easily caught her petite body, pulling her securely onto my lap. Without hesitation she brought her lips to mine.

"Thank you!" she exclaimed and kissed me again.

Having a beautiful naked girl, in my lap, my arms around her waist, kissing me had unexpected results. My body automatically reacted and my dick was hard.

Noticing my growth and rigidness, her eyes widened, knowing she was the reason. Surprised she also was aware the attention was most welcome to her.

She had only two sexual experiences, the one in high school had taken her cherry and the second last winter while in college.

Both were one and done as she realized that they did not care about her. She was only a female to fuck.

It was different with Hay. He cared about and for her as his actions supported. Her mind reading ability, albeit very limited, confirmed, although it was more sensing than hearing.

It made her very happy, warm, secure and loved.

Previously with the loss of her family she had no one. Know there were rapidly blossoming emotions for Hay and her love for Di.