Controlling Jennifer VII: Taking It Easy Part I
It was the day after the dance. Jennifer hadn’t really intended to go running; she hadn’t even set her alarm to get up in the morning, thinking she would sleep late after the events of the previous night. However, come the next morning, she found herself wide awake at eight, and she really had nothing planned to do. So she decided to run.
Jennifer hadn’t gone running since the first day she had met Mark. At first it had been fear. Fear and shame. She hadn’t wanted to risk bumping into Mark again, and even more, she had been afraid she would run into the student with the notebook and the disheveled hair-do, or the man with his dog, the ones she had seen that day. The ones that had seen her that first day, when Mark had her going around the park acting like a wanton slut.
“Damn Mark.” she muttered as she pulled on her shorts. Sometimes, she wondered how she had ever come to stop hating him. He had made her do so many things she hadn’t wanted to do. He had turned her life completely upside-down. At times, he had made her life a living hell. “I think I still hate him a little bit.” she said to herself. “I’m just not scared of him anymore.”
Jennifer felt like running. That had been her time to think, while she was running, and if she ever needed to think, it was then. The night before seemed more like a dream than anything else. When confronted with the daylight, it hardly seemed real. So much had happened. She had so much conflicting emotions to resolve.
As Jennifer was lacing up her shoes, she glanced at Darlene lying comatose in the opposite bed. That was another reason to go running; eventually, Darlene would wake up, and from experience, Jennifer knew that Darlene usually had very bad hangovers. It was better to disappear and come back after she had recovered somewhat. Jennifer tightened her shoelaces, and quietly slipped out the door.
It was a nice day to go running; cold, but not too cold. Despite the time, Jennifer felt very awake, and full of energy. The dorm was empty, as
it usually was early in the morning, and Jennifer slipped out without seeing much of anyone. Someone was in the lobby reading the morning paper, and he glanced at her as she walked by. Jennifer didn’t know him, so she just smiled and walked past.
It was about a five-minute walk to the track, and she spent the time taking in her surroundings. It really was a nice day, and it made her feel a lot better over what had happened the night before. She listened to the birds chirping in the trees, and watched them fly overhead. The sun felt nice on her skin; it was still kind of cold, but that only seemed to make the sun feel warmer.
She reached the path that made its way through the park area of the campus, and took a quick look around for anyone she might want to avoid. The park was fairly deserted; she saw more squirrels than people, and didn’t see anyone she knew. Jennifer strolled down the path, humming a slow song she had heard the night before. She thought about the last time she had come this way, when she had first met Mark. I never actually did make it to the track, she reminded herself. Her mind idled on a squirrel jumping from branch to branch, almost following her. Deep down, Jennifer knew she was pushing back what she needed to think about, but that was all right. It could wait until she started running. For now, she would just enjoy the simple beauty of early-morning nature. Carefree, without human interference.
Before she knew it, she had walked through the park and was on the track. A couple other runners were running laps, and they all looked faster and more serious than she was. “Just take it easy.” she reminded herself. “You haven’t run for awhile, Jennifer. Let your body get used to it.” She moved over to stand behind the line that usually determined the beginning and end of her laps, and did a few token stretches. “You know, Jennifer.” she said. “You sure talk to yourself a lot more now.” She laughed, and started to run.
Her pace was fairly slow, but she planned to make it up in distance. During the first half of the first lap, she could feel her legs readjusting themselves to the exercise. It felt good. Her body settled into a nice pace, and soon her mind was free to wander.
And as she had expected, her mind drifted to the night before, and Mark. The whole thing was losing its reality now; it seemed more like a bad dream than anything else. She hoped she would never see Derrick again; the image of him with his lip bleeding and an expression of complete devotion on his face was burnt into her mind. Jennifer knew that if she ever saw him again, that image would flash before her eyes. She would undoubtedly see Jacob again, with his burnt hand, and she wasn’t looking forward to that either. He was becoming so different; Jennifer remembered him earlier in the year as just a nice guy, always saying hello to her, always ready to give her a hand. He had accepted it before, when she had gently told him she wasn’t looking for a boyfriend.
“It’s amazing what a little good sex will do.” Jennifer murmured. There was no doubt Jacob was obsessed with her now. The way he had acted the night before, with a little alcohol thrown in...it was insane. HE was insane. Jennifer had never had to deal with a guy like that before. She didn’t know what to do.
Maybe Mark...? She had asked herself that question over and over before, but had never really considered it. Before, she had thought Jacob was something she could deal with herself. Now, she wasn’t so sure. And after all, it would be child’s play for Mark to use his power...
Morally, she wasn’t quite sure where she stood on the whole thing. Would it be wrong to have Mark use his power on Jacob? It seemed like it should be, but Jennifer couldn’t see how it would be that wrong. After all, Mark had saved her from being almost raped by using his power, and she certainly didn’t find anything wrong with that. How was this any different? Jacob was becoming more and more demanding of her, and he might eventually become dangerous. Jennifer was just watching out for herself, right? Anyhow, Jacob would be better off to just forget her; there was no way she would ever be for him what he wanted.
Unfortunately, all this just sounded like justification to Jennifer. Could she justify using Mark to take away someone else’s free will? Was it right? She couldn’t decide.
Mark, as usual, remained an enigma. He was always mysterious to her, his motives incomprehensible. Whenever she felt like she was getting a feel for the way he thought, he would turn around and do something completely opposite to what she thought he would do. At the dance, it seemed like he should have liked it when she started doing what he wanted without him using his power. Yet, he had turned cold, and had taken a complete and irrational dislike to Derrick. What was wrong with Mark? Jennifer wished she could understand him.
Mark had said she was doing too good a job, but what did that mean? Why was that a bad thing? Shouldn’t that have pleased him?
Jennifer found her mind lingering over the images of dancing with Derrick, pretending to seduce him, and she found the images very tantalizing. Though she hated to admit it, even to herself, she had enjoyed herself. It was like Mark said, it wasn’t like she was really truly being a slut. After all, sluts were sluts because all they wanted was sex, right? But that hadn’t been Jennifer’s motivation at all. She had just been giving Derrick a night to remember.
“Making his dreams come true.” she grinned. It was true that she had enjoyed acting the role of a seductress the night before, and she discovered she was actually looking forward to her next experience with Mark, her next ‘game of controlling Jennifer’, as he referred to their sessions together. This was probably the strangest thing to realize about the previous night. She had given herself to Mark’s control of her own free will, and she had enjoyed it.
For a moment, she actually thought of doing it all by herself. What if I just choose a guy, and try to pick him up? she asked herself. Just like Derrick? As soon as she realized she was thinking it, she disposed of the idea. It wouldn’t be the same without Mark. It really WOULD be slutty. Plus, she didn’t want to get into another mess like Jacob.
Jennifer realized that she had lost count of how many laps she had run, and she was getting tired. Oh, well, that was probably enough anyhow. She ran to the next line on the track, and stopped, breathing hard. Sweat dribbled down into her eyes, and she pushed her hair back to keep it from dripping on her face. One more time around the track, this time walking. As she walked, she thought about Mark and his power. The one thing she worried about him was that sometime he would get mad at her, and use his power against her like he had used it against Jacob and Derrick. He seemed to genuinely care about her, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t lose his temper and make her do something awful.
The sun was beating down on her as she walked along the track, and she started to long for the shady trees in the park. Finally, she left the track, took a drink of cool water at the nearby water fountain, and made her way into the park, walking under the trees instead of on the path.
It seemed as if Mark was expecting her. He waited, sitting on one of the benches, watching her as she approached. He said nothing, and his expression was unreadable.
When she was almost to his bench, he spoke. “Hello, Jennifer.” he said.
“Hi, Mark.” she stood uncertainly next to the bench, acutely aware of how sweaty she was, waiting for him to speak.
“Can we talk, Jenny?” he asked.
Jennifer nodded. “Okay.” she said, and she sat next to him on the bench. A cool breeze blew through the shady group of trees, and she shivered. “How did you know I would be here?” she asked.
He smiled slightly. “Oh, you always used to come through here at about the same time on saturdays, to go running. I used to come down here and watch you go by, before I first came up to you.” He lapsed into silence again. Jennifer watched him for a moment, waiting to see if he would say anything more. When he didn’t, she contented herself with looking at the other people in the park. Some others had arrived while she had been running: a student reading a book, a lady walking her dog, another group of students sitting on the grass talking.
“Jennifer...” Mark finally spoke. “Do I scare you?”
The question startled her, and she looked at him to see if he wore his confident grin, to see if he was playing another game. He didn’t seem to be; his eyes blinked distantly at the grass. He seemed to be deep in thought. “Not you, really...” Jennifer finally answered. “I’m a little scared of your power, sometimes.”
“You know I would never hurt you, Jennifer. Not even with my power.” he said quietly.
“I know.” she answered simply. “Not intentionally, anyway...but what if I do something to make you mad? How do I know you wouldn’t use it on me then? You might...” She let her voice trail away.
“Oh, Jenny. I won’t get mad at you. You have to trust me.”
Jennifer watched a jogger go past them. “You say that, Mark, and probably you mean it, but how do I know? You have so much power...how do I know you won’t lose your temper and use it on me?” He answered this question with silence, and Jennifer sighed and waited.
Finally he spoke. “I wish I could get you to trust me.” he whispered.
Jennifer felt something within her leap. Was this the same guy she had thought a monster? She couldn’t help but smile. If he was an ordinary guy, she would have thought he was being incredibly sweet. But he wasn’t ordinary, and she still didn’t trust him completely. She still remembered the fight from the night before, and how Mark seemed to enjoy making them fight over her. “Mark.” she said. “In order for me to trust you, you’ll have to show me that you trust me.”
Finally, she got him to look at her. “How?” he asked.
“Tell me who you are.” She said, her voice becoming intense. “Tell me about yourself. I know your name is Mark, but that’s all. Let’s just talk, okay? I want to find out about you.”
Mark turned away from her. “No.” he said. “All you need to know is my name is Mark, and I’m your master.”
“Darn it, Mark!” she burst, startling both him and herself. She forced her voice down. “Mark, if you’re going to be stubborn about this, then we aren’t going to get anywhere. You say you want me to trust you, but you won’t treat me like a human being. Please, Mark. Enough of this master/slave thing, okay? At least not today. Let’s just be friends today, all right?”
She waited for him to answer, but he only stared silently at the ground. Finally she sighed and stood. He looked up at her. “Come on, Mark.” she said firmly, and picked up his hand. “Let’s go play one of your games, okay? And while we’re doing that, we can talk, all right?” She tugged at his hand, while he stared at her, looking at her as if she had gone mad. Finally, he shrugged and stood.
“All right, Jennifer. Another game.” As he spoke, she noticed that his confident grin was appearing on her face. That meant he had an idea. She waited, hoping it would be something she would be willing to do.
“Here’s what we’re going to do, Jennifer.” he said, starting to lead her through the park. “You want to know more about me. Okay, I’ll answer your questions. But here’s the deal. First you have to kiss someone here in the park.” He seemed to consider this for a second, then nodded his approval. “For each person you kiss, I’ll answer a question.”
“Anyone?” she asked. That didn’t sound too bad. She looked around at the others in the park. She saw a couple guys, but didn’t know any of them.
“Anyone.” he said. “Even girls.”
“Ew.” she grimaced. “I’ll stay with guys, thank you.”
He frowned. “It’s your choice. I haven’t finished the rules, though. You can initiate the kiss, but you can’t be the one who breaks it. If he holds the kiss for an hour, you’ll have to keep kissing him for an hour. And while he’s kissing you, you’ll let him do anything to you that he wants. He can run his hands all over you if he wants. But once he breaks the kiss, you’re free again. All right?”
Jennifer nodded, feeling the fear and excitement build within her. She wasn’t sure she was going to be able to do it, but the idea intrigued her. “I’ll try. But you have to be there to help me if anything goes wrong, okay?”
“Of course, Jennifer.” he said. “Shall we begin?”
“All right.” she said. “First question: what’s your full name? The truth.”
He grinned, and shook his head. “I’m afraid not, Jennifer. First you have to kiss someone. Remember?” Then his eyes went wide as Jennifer put her arms around him and pressed her lips against his. He broke the kiss fast, faster than she had expected. She couldn’t help but smile at his look of shock.
“I’m disappointed.” she murmured. “You could have done anything you wanted to me while I was kissing you. You just wasted a good opportunity.”
He pulled away from her. “I can do anything to you anytime I want, slave Jennifer.” He snapped.
She just grinned. “Your name? Come on, Mark. You can’t say that didn’t count.”
He scowled at her, and for a moment she thought he would refuse to answer. Finally, he growled. “Mark Robert Antonio.” He turned away from Jennifer’s triumphant grin.
Mark started to walk again, and Jennifer followed him along. “Mark Robert Antonio.” she said, smiling at him from behind. “So that’s what it is. Mark Robert Antonio. Mark Robert Antonio.”
He turned around. “Yes, that’s it. That’s what it is. Jennifer, kneel down, take my hands and kiss each of my fingers. After each finger, bow and say your full name.” He was using his power, and Jennifer felt it sweep over her and block out her will to resist. She fell to her knees, and took his left hand in hers. After she kissed each finger, she prostrated herself on the ground and said her name. “Jennifer Anne Cailly. Jennifer Anne Cailly.” First the left hand, then the right. Finally she looked up at him. He was grinning.
“That oughta teach you to act too triumphant. Remember, Jennifer, that no matter what information you get about me, I can always still control you.”
Jennifer ignored his words. She sat down on the ground, and turned away from him. “This is what I meant.” she said, her voice cold. “You lost your temper, and you used your power on me. This is exactly why I can’t trust you.”
“What?” asked Mark. He knelt down beside her. “Oh, come on, Jenny! I didn’t hurt you, now did I? Come on, look at me. I really wasn’t that mad.” He tried to put his arm over her shoulders, but she shrugged it off.
“No, you didn’t hurt me, but you could have.” She said, her voice still icy. She thought about whether she should pretend to start crying, but didn’t think she would be able to do it convincingly.
“Oh, Jennifer.” he sighed. “Please...I promise...I won’t use my power on you anymore today, all right? Does that make you feel better? Come on and stand up, let’s play the game some more.”
She reluctantly allowed him to turn her head, and then allowed him to take her hand and help her up. Meanwhile, she fought to keep from smiling, fought to keep the reluctant, hurt expression on her face. I can control him, too, she thought to herself, and a small smile creeped unbidden onto her face.
They started walking along again. Mark started talking, saying what a nice day it was, and how it was nice that the sun was shining. Jennifer wasn’t really paying attention, her mind was swept up in thoughts of Mark, thinking of what questions she wanted to ask him, and enjoying her small triumph over him.
After a while, she noticed a man sunbathing in the middle of a grassy stretch. He was fairly attractive, a tall man with dark eyes and a firm, athletic build. And best of all, he was alone. “I see someone.” she murmured.
“What?” asked Mark, glancing at her, then followed her eyes to the man sunbathing.
“Wait here.” said Jennifer, and she released Mark’s hand. She explained “It’ll make it harder if he sees me with another guy.” She didn’t wait for Mark’s answer, but started to walk over to the man. Her stomach was flip-flopping, and she really had no idea what she was going to do. She wondered if she would really have the guts to go through with it.
“Time to improvise.” she said to herself, and then she was standing beside the guy. She shifted nervously, not sure how to start.
She didn’t need to. The guy looked up at her. “You’re standing in my sun.” he said.
“Sorry.” breathed Jennifer, and she sat down beside the guy. “I’m Marcie.” she said. She didn’t like the way the guy smiled at her, and the way his eyes wandered over her body in frank appraisal. His eyes had a predatory look about them, and he seemed to like what he saw. Jennifer couldn’t help but feel like she had just jumped into his spider web.
“Hi, Marcie.” he said. “I’m Greg.” He shifted onto his side to face her, his muscles flexing even as he performed this simple motion. “What can I do for you?”
Jennifer had no idea what to say. “I just saw you here...sunning yourself...” she began, trying to come up with something. “I thought it looked relaxing.” she finished lamely.
Greg smiled, an easy, casual smile. Mark had his power, but this man had a power of his own. It was in his confidence. “Want to join me?” he asked. He pulled something from behind him. It was a bottle of sun-tan lotion. “I have plenty of extra sunscreen.” he said.
“Uh...” Jennifer tried to think of an appropriate response. “I was jogging...”
“Oh, don’t worry.” His voice easily slid in and interrupted hers. “You’re not really dressed for it, but you can tie your shirt off...that’ll give you a little extra tan on your stomach. It’s very relaxing, Marcie...here, let me help you.” Before she knew it, she was on her stomach, and he was inching her t-shirt up her body. His touch was very methodical and gentle. “Just sit back and relax.” he said, and something about his hands made her feel more relaxed. He lifted her shirt to the point where her back was exposed up to the black lycra top that bound her breasts. Then he was massaging sun-tan lotion into her lower back.
“You have a beautiful body.” he murmured. His voice had a gentle, hypnotic quality to it, and Jennifer felt herself relaxing under his touch. She idly wondered how many women he had seduced. What was funny was that she was supposed to be seducing him.
“You don’t mind me telling you how attractive I think you are, do you?” he whispered near her ear. “It’s not a come-on or anything...I just think you have a very attractive body.”
“No...” she sighed. “I don’t mind.” She felt him gently prod her with his fingers, and she sensed he wanted her to turn over. She let him push her over, and he started rubbing sun-tan lotion on her stomach.
“Your stomach is so firm.” he said. “I can tell that you exercise.” His massaging was more of a caress now, and he was slowly inching up her body, until he was rubbing sun-tan lotion just below her breasts. She waited, wondering if he would actually touch her breasts, but he didn’t. She felt his hands move away, and then his hand brushed her cheek. She opened her eyes.
His face was so close to her, she could smell him. There was something sexual about his scent, and Jennifer felt overpowered by his closeness. “You really are gorgeous.” he said. “Can I kiss you?” She could only nod.
At first she told herself, all she had to do was wait until he pulled away, and then she was done. She could go back to Mark. But Greg kissed her in a long, lingering kiss, and as he did so, his hands ran up and down her back and sides, making her feel weak. When he finally broke away, she could only sigh in pleasure, and lay back as he started to press his lips against her neck. His arm enveloped her, and pulled her to him, his hand roaming up and down her back. Finally he let her lie back in the grass, while he leaned over her and smiled. His hand creeped like a spider up her side, and slipped almost imperceptibly over her left breast. A shiver of pleasure and excitement raced through her at this forbidden touch.
“Want to go to my place?” he murmured. His other hand was tracing circles on her leg, drifting up her shorts and sliding over her thigh.
“Ooh.” she said. Then she remembered what she was supposed to be doing. “Oh! I’m sorry, I can’t...” She sat up quickly, and pushed him back. He did not seem particularly shocked, only displeased. “I’m really sorry, Greg...maybe another time, okay?” She blinked at him for a moment, trying to shake free of her desire, and rushed off before he could answer.
“Suit yourself.” she heard him say behind her. When she looked back, he was on his back again, eyes closed, sunning himself.
Jennifer looked around for Mark. She finally saw him sitting under a nearby tree, waiting. She walked over, and he stood just before she reached him. His eyes appraised her.
“You seemed to enjoy that.” he said, his voice very neutral, and he took her hand. Jennifer mutely allowed him to lead her away.