The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Janice opened the door for Maxim le Carre. He didn’t even see her. She smiled like she was used to getting tips out of assholes.

Maxim had entered last. Kirk and Katelyn sat at a small table. She had her eyes down, he had his jaw set. The coin box sat before them, nine Tyrean silver pieces sat in their recesses. Maxim’s frown showed how he counted.

Giselle waited at the counter, slowly explaining orders to Roxxi who zipped about brewing the coffees. It was a small cafe of 8 tables and two long counters. Natasha sat primly, one leg crossed over the other, at the far end of the far counter, as she sipped from an espresso. Hafnan’s face turned down the moment she saw the lack of the sympathy in Maxim’s. Natasha smirked, leaving her dark lipstick on the rim of the cup.

Maxim was more interested in the crowd. There were attractive girls. The blue-haired barista or the blonde with the sad eyes may have been even movie star worthy, and yet all were a clear waste of the coins. The girls didn’t matter, they were a show of station for Owen, or so Maxim surmised. The men concerned him.

Carlos, a hard-faced Phillipino man, showed the kind of iron will Maxim favored in his gendarmes. The lack of purpose, the unsure footing, Carlos wasn’t enough for Maxim, but in this little cafe, without Maxim’s own security, Carlos was clearly enough for Owen. The other one, Davy, a freckle faced haired boy of twenty-two? Twenty-five? Eighteen? Probably not still a teenager. He was tall and rail thin; he looked as capable of violence as a fly in a web.

Maxim didn’t expect violence. There would be no point, not from Owen’s end. None of Maxim’s money was accessible through force. The coins, almost all of them, were seated with Kirk. Maxim needed the middle man. Luckily, he saw in Natasha’s smugness, a frustrated sense of failure. She didn’t know what she was dealing with.

Neither did Owen.

Maxim sat down at Katelyn’s left. Giselle carried him over a small cup. He nodded a thank you.

“Monsieur MacKay? May we begin?” He smiled, politely across the room. It helped that the coffee wasn’t trash. The blue-haired girl could be a fun distraction, but no. Once Maxim was done with Owen, he had decided that he would be done with Canada and Canadians.

“Shortly,” Owen said.

“What is the hold up?” Kirk said, showing all of his contempt but keeping much of it from his voice.

“Girls, you’re not needed,” Owen said.

Hafnan, along with the other women in the room, got up or stood straighter and exchanged looks. Where would they go? Janice cleared her throat and reached for the employees only door.

“The staff dining room’s barely a stack of milk crates and half a meter of counter space,” Roxxi worried.

“We’re going to the office,” Janice said.

“No,” Owen said. “It makes more sense for us to take the office. There only needs to be four of us in there.”

“Five,” Natasha stood up. “I will not be—”

“I counted you in the four,” Owen said. He reached up to scratch his hair as he thought. Maxim saw the quick turn of Owen’s wrist. Maxim frowned.

“It is unimportant,” Maxim said. “Giselle?”

“Oh, Giselle! There’s the one I was missing,” Owen laughed. “Dess-soul-lay.”

“De rien,” she said, smiling at Owen’s attempt at French. The strange cadence of English speakers using her mother tongue aggravated her, except when it was Owen. She removed her smile and turned to Maxim.

“Nous sommes prêts?” he asked.

“Oui,” she nodded.

“I’m ready too!” Natasha interrupted. She stood smugly, hand on her hip.

“Good,” Owen said. “Anyway, I think it’d be better to negotiate in a bit of privacy.”

“What’s going on?” Davy leaned in and whispered to Darlene.

“Frenchie wants bling,” Darlene pointed and then to Owen. “Owen wants moolah. But Princess wants to steal daddy’s treasure.”

“Perhaps a bit of privacy would be in order,” Maxim said. “We will not be disturbed in the office?”

“Not unless someone calls the owner and he’s pissed I closed down the shop early,” Janice said. “FYI, I’m going to need all of these coffees paid for if I want to keep my job.”

“Why would you want to keep a barista job?” Tamara asked. “Your cousin is clearly looking to share his windfall.”

“Assistant manager not barista,” Janice countered.

“The deal has not gone through yet,” Owen said. “Don’t get premature.”

He walked over to the counter and handed Roxxi a twenty from his wallet. Maxim sent Giselle who did the same for himself, herself, Kirk, and Katelyn.

“I owe you both,” Elizabeth said, squeezing Davy’s elbow. Carlos pushed her back onto her stool.

“I’ll do it,” he said, standing and crossing the room.

Roxxi took the money, Janice unlocked the employees only door. Owen gestured with his hurt arm to enter.

“Jewelie!” Owen jumped when the short man angrily slapped his hand on the door.

Jewel covered her face with her hand and moved her chair to put Barbara between herself and the door.

“Just open the door, idiot,” Brett growled. Owen stiffened and looked to Elizabeth.

“I didn’t know he was coming.”

“We have business,” Maxim said. “I am tired of these meaningless distractions.”

“I’ll tell them we’re closed,” Roxxi volunteered, running around the counter as the door opened inward.

“What in the fuck is this?” The smallest man stomped in the loudest, reslinging a backpack on his shoulder.

“It’s what happens when a real man loves a woman, Paul.” Tamara spat fire as she stepped behind Owen and slipped her hand across his chest. “Jewelie’s got a scrumptious box, Paulie. Even loaded with cum.”

“Shut up!” Kirk growled, but no one spared him a glance as Brett, Jacob, and Paul walked across the floor. Natasha sneered. Katelyn watched. Zera slurped her drink around a big smile. Nothing got her hotter than a fight. She was such a cavewoman sometimes. Wendy tried to hide behind Zera. Zera slapped her hand onto Wendy’s thigh and started kneading the flesh.

“Jewelie explain!” Paul said.

“Uh…” Owen frowned looking at the three new arrivals.

“Brandy?” Jacob asked.

“We thought Jewelie just wanted coke and had a dealer in Halifax,” Barbara, the green-haired unmarried twin, shrugged. “And now this.”

“And now this,” Jacob nodded.

“And what the fuck is this?” Paul shouted again.

“Juvenile pointless bullshit,” Maxim said. “Let the children fight and let us do what we came here to do M. MacKay.”

“I think that would be wise,” Owen agreed.

“This is a fucking powderkeg,” Carlos said. “Handle the emergency and then go sell your little coins.”

Owen’s eyes flashed to Brett. Owen didn’t want to get hit again.

“What are you looking at me for?” Brett shook his head.

“We’re wondering why you’re here?” Davy said.

“You left, it was better that way,” Elizabeth said, after swallowing twice to find her voice.

“Except this was in my car.” Brett tossed the coin to Kirk. Kirk had the box, after all.

“Don’t touch that!” Maxim said.

“But—”

“Leave everything until we’re finished,” Maxim said. “Gentleman. Kindly fuck off. Your wives and girlfriends are whores. It happens to everyone.”

“Everyone,” Katelyn agreed, morosely. Kirk glared at her.

“I don’t give a shit,” Paul said. “Jewelie, get your ass out into the car.”

She looked to Owen. So did the twins. So did nearly every woman in the room. So did Brett. So did Jacob. Paul noticed. He also noticed the ones that didn’t. The rich man at the office door and the coin counter at the table watched Paul impatiently. The rich bitch and the head-scarfed girl just played on her phone or hung her head, shaking, respectively. The Phillipino and the tall slender guy, they all waited on Paul. Owen stepped away, like a coward.

“Motherfucker! Why are you so motherfucking interesting?” Paul shouted. “Seriously this is fucked up!”

“It makes no goddamn sense,” Carlos agreed.

“Maybe calm the fuck down?” Davy said.

“Maybe do something if you’re man enough to do it,” Natasha said, smirking out of the left side of her mouth as she put her phone down on her lap. “You too, Papa.”

Maxim looked at his daughter with venom. She turned white-faced and melted. Hafnan was even more afraid.

“Hang on, Paul.” Jacob put his hand on Paul’s shoulder but it was quickly shrugged off.

“What about your wife, Jake?” Paul gestured. “She’s thick as thieves with them as well.”

“Barbara?” Jacob asked.

“You tried to fuck Brandy,” Barbara sighed. She put her arm around her green-highlighted-haired twin sister. “You know why you’re here.”

“You tried to fuck your wife’s twin sister?” Brett scoffed. “Dude, how drunk were you?”

“Really drunk,” Barbara said.

“Not as drunk as he wanted to be to mask it as an excuse,” Brandy said.

“If we are finished with this sophomoric lycee gossiping, we could finish our business and my daughter and I could leave you to the fruits of your… intelligence,” Maxim said to Owen.

“No one’s doing any fucking business until I have some answers,” Paul said.

“He owns our bodies,” Elizabeth said.

“Yeah, that sums it up,” Jewelie said.

“Yes, yes, they’re all whores,” Natasha said. “My offer is a thumb tap away, Owen. Clearly you have other problems. My money will help you with your prostitutes. And then we’ll all be finished.”

“What the fuck?” Davy said, while Paul fumed scraping at an ounce of rage. “What in the backwards horseshit are you talking about? Owns your bodies? Carlos let’s fucking go.”

“No,” Carlos said. He turned his back on Natasha and stared down Owen. “I’m not leaving Darlene with this man. Let alone Lizzie.”

“Elizabeth!” Elizabeth corrected strongly. “Not Lizzie! not Liz! not Beth! No one fucking listens to me! Only Owen ever stopped using those stupid pet names! Maybe I’m happy with him!”

“Elizabeth, I’m sorry,” Carlos said, looking ashamed. He looked to Brett. “If she is happy with him. Maybe you dodged a bullet?”

“The fuck I did,” Brett said.

“Oh, and fuck you Carlos,” Darlene smiled.

“Enough! Jewelie is not a whore! Barbara and Brandy are not whores! Get in the fucking car! We can sort this out at home!”

“They’re not going home with you,” Owen said. He stood up straight. “I’ve got work to do. We can sort out our bullshit later.” He took a deep breath. Not used to having to take charge and it took a lot out of him. Janice smiled. Roxxi gave him the thumbs up. Tamara wrapped her arm tighter around Owen’s chest. “Peter and Jack?”

“Paul and Jacob,” Brandy said helpfully.

“Whatever the fuck,.” Owen shook his head. “I’m sorry you’re pissed off, but your girls are staying with me. They’re staying with me. Take your shit and go.”

“I’m not taking any of this shit,” Paul said. He slid his backpack down his arm and missed the catch because the ringing of Kirk’s phone caught everyone off guard.

“Sorry,” Kirk brushed his hair back and answered. “What Sasha?”

Everyone shut up for a second. Canadian was politeness at work as Kirk answered his phone.

“Yes, I know, but—She what? Where? Did you check the GPS on her phone?! I know I did, but I didn’t expect you to be honest about that!” Kirk worried. He hopped out of his seat and took a deep breath as he ran to the window seeing nothing outside. He sighed in relief. He trudged back towards his seat.

“Frieda’s not here.

“Because he’s here.

“Sasha, I can’t. Call Val. I know you hate her but she’ll help find her. And luckily Val’s not here.

“Because he’s here, Sasha! Oh my god…”

Kirk just dropped his phone. The voice of his ex-wife continued to chatter madly. He picked his briefcase up off of the floor and slung it onto the table. “You own their bodies? You own their bodies! And you want these stupid fucking coins for yourself Maxim!”

“Monsieur Marcusson, calm down, s’il vous plaît.” Giselle said, speaking softly.

“What in the fuck! You can’t own someone’s body unless they’re a dumb fucking slut!” Paul spat, squatting to his backpack.

“Kirk don’t!” Katelyn jumped out of her chair and slammed the briefcase closed on Kirk’s wrist. He howled in pain.

“Whatever,” Owen said. “I don’t need to be a part of this. Maxim, your daughter has offered me nearly a million euros for my coins. I want—”

“What you want no longer matters.” Paul stood up.

“Gun!” Darlene shouted.

“I stopped him th—OH MY GOD!” Katelyn squealed falling back into her seat with her hands in the air.

Most everyone ran in all directions. Jacob threw himself at Paul but Paul easily stepped backwards and shoved Jacob down into the floor by the back of the skull. “I don’t have to use this. I have papers and permits up my ass. I just want to leave with my wife. I think that’s fair. Bitch!”

“What!” Zera dropped her phone and put up her hands.

“Phones down!” Paul barked. “You two! Back off!”

Paul put his foot down on Jacob’s shoulder blades. Brett and Carlos stepped back from Paul. Neither had been approaching but both had moved to place themselves between others and the gun. Davy squeezed Elizabeth’s fingers.

“Monsieur, you are going to be arrested, you surely do not have more bullets than witnesses,” Maxim said.

“I only need one bullet.” Paul floated the gun towards Owen’s face.

“No!” Owen lifted his wrists over his face but Paul didn’t pull the trigger. “Julia fuck off with him! Get that out of my face!”

“My name’s Jewel, not Julia,” Jewel said, frowning.

“Come on, we’re getting away from here,” Paul said, reaching out his hand to his wife. “Jake, you can stay with your sluts.” Paul sneered at Tamara. “Your crazy better not have rubbed off on my love. Jewelie! We’re leaving!”

“I don’t want to be away from him,” Jewel said. She looked at Owen. He quickly gestured his hands for her to leave.

“It doesn’t stop when you get the girl away from him,” Kirk said. “It doesn’t stop...”

“Kirk don’t!” Katelyn said. “You have your daughter!”

“No, no, I don’t.” He kicked the leg out from under Katelyn’s chair. She screamed to the floor. So many other girls screamed as well. Kirk pulled an old revolver from his briefcase.

“C’est bien. Vous êtes des imbéciles. Hafnan!” Natasha said, lazily. She grabbed Hafnan and dragged her in front of herself as a human shield. The small brown girl shook and trembled.

“Tenez-vous droite, petite. C’est ma fille derrière toi.” Maxim growled at Hafnan. The girl’s eyes were teary but she stood up straighter. She puffed out her shoulders as Natasha ducked lower behind the Egyptian girl. Carlos sneered at them.

“P-put the guns down, please,” Owen said. “Jewel. Paul is taking you home.”

Kirk scoffed.

“Kirk, you know how much is in this for you,” Maxim said. “Stop being an idiot.”

“I’d only be an idiot if I believed my daughter was for sale,” Kirk said.

“She’s not!” Owen said. “Holy Christ! It was an accident! I didn’t know how anything worked for her! Or Tamara and Jewel. Or Elizabeth and Roxxi. It was all just ugly mistakes!”

“All of them? Barbara and Brandy?” Paul said. “You accidentally whored a pair of twins.”

“Well, that was mostly on purpose and—” Owen admitted.

“You think accidentally turning my daughter into a whore is an excuse!”

“I didn’t—”

“Stop this at once!” Maxim said, as strongly as he could. His hands were sweating. The stories of his forefathers were always drenched in blood, but that was centuries past. This wasn’t the barbarism of the past. This was the enlightened present. Money ruled. Ambition ruled. Crime and violence were for the poor and the starving. He shouldn’t have to deal with this shit. He scowled.

“So your daughter’s a whore,” Maxim said. “Everyone’s daughter is eventually a disappointment. You’re still stuck loving them.”

“Oh... Papa…” Natasha said, warmly, fluttering her eyelashes and scowling. Paul turned his head towards her and Natasha ducked her head behind Hafnan’s.

“Jewel, go,” Owen said. Two guns, one solvable. “Go. Go. Go.”

“Step in my line of sight at your own risk, girl,” Kirk said.

“Kirk, for fuck’s sake! What can you do for your daughter in jail?” Katelyn said from the floor. “Put the gun down. Put it down.”

“Why did you even pack it for him?” Giselle asked. “He took it out of the briefcase you procured for him.”

“He asked for it!” Katelyn said. “He was working for Owen and asked for it. I didn’t know! It’s an antique... I thought it might’ve been involved in the sale.”

“Idiot.” Giselle crinkled her lip.

“It doesn’t matter now,” Owen said. He grabbed Tamara’s hand and pushed her aside. “Sit down, I don’t want anyone getting hurt because of me.”

“Yes, Master.” Tamara purred and sashayed away from him. She flashed a scowl at Paul. Paul looked at Kirk.

“Let me and my fiancee leave and you’ll be the only one with a gun in the room,” Paul said.

“Shut up!” Kirk grabbed his hair. “You know what? I just want my daughter back. I want her safe. I don’t give a shit about the money, about Val, about you Katelyn, about me. I don’t care.”

“I care,” Owen said.

“No one believes you,” Kirk said. He squared his shoulders and brought his other hand up to his gun. Brett strode forward. Carlos lunged like a coiled snake. There was no gunshot. Brett skidded into the path of fire but Carlos slammed his heel into the lip of Kirk’s table. The table smashed into Kirk’s hip. He folded forward and slammed his chest down onto the box of coins. He kept hold of the gun, his finger wasn’t through the trigger guard or a second bullet would’ve barked out into the cafe. The briefcase hit the floor.

Hafnan staggered and Davy rushed up to catch her. Natasha lunged and trapped the box of coins in her arms. It was still open, the riser wobbled on it’s hinged arms and spat three pieces of imperfectly round silver up into the air. Natasha snapped closed the lid, catching six coins still in the box. Brett’s coin skipped across the tiles until it stopped between Maxim’s feet.

“Haha!” she said. Then she screamed. Kirk’s hand was right in front of her eyes. The barrel of his gun wasn’t pointed straight at her face but it could’ve easily smashed open her cheek and tore off her ear.

“Don’t touch that fucking gun! Everybody stop moving!” Paul swung his gun wildly. The whole room froze. Everyone shut up. Kirk moaned but remained laid out across the table.

Maxim was looking at the coins on the floor. Owen was looking at the coins on the floor. Paul followed their eyes down and squatted, keeping his gun out to look at the aged piece of silver.

“What the hell is this?”

“You don’t want to pick it up,” Brett said. “Trust me.”

“I don’t trust anyone. The only people I ever thought I could trust are both fucking this piece of shit.” Paul glowered at Owen.

“Leave it,” Maxim said. “That is between me and him. You are here for ta belle, non?”

“Oui,” Paul agreed. Owen cursed as Paul stood up.

“It wouldn’t’ve done anything,” Darlene said.

“What the hell?” Paul said.

“Look, I’m just trying to sell a bunch of old coins,” Owen said.

“Yeah, I don’t fucking believe you for a second,” Paul said. “Jewel!”

“Do I have to go?” She asked. “That man still has a gun?”

“Jewel!”

“You’re gonna let someone have your girl?” Kirk gasped. “They’re just pieces to be traded?”

“If that’s what it takes,” Owen said. “That’s what it takes.”

“I said don’t move!” Paul flashed the gun at Carlos and Brett once more.

“Take your slut,” Natasha said. “Take her! Take her! Vite! Vite! Vite!”

She started mumbling. She reached for Hafnan but Davy pulled her back.

“Motherfucker! I just want my fucking woman!” Paul grabbed his hair.

“I’m not yours,” Jewel said.

“You lost every woman you ever had to a better man,” Tamara mocked.

“Shut up!” Janice hissed.

“He’s got a gun!” Owen added.

“But he doesn’t have any balls,” Tamara said. “Small man syndrome and piece of shit thinking. Go on, take the little slut. When she comes crawling back, I’ll be happy to retrain her for a better man.”

Maxim looked at Tamara with the first sign of respect anyone had earned that day. He turned to Paul and looked over the man. He turned back to Tamara. “Mademoiselle, your Master said to stop.”

It was enough to color Tamara’s cheeks. Paul bellowed and raised his gun but his shoulders slumped. The gun came down to his side. Carlos and Brett moved instantly, pinning Paul’s arms to his side. Carlos dragged the handgun from his hand.

“Someone call the cops,” Owen said.

“More distractions,” Maxim sighed.

“I got it.” Zera went to the floor to pick up her dropped phone. Wendy was already dialing.

“Non!” Natasha retreated.

“Master? Trading? Owning?” Kirk stood up. “No! Not Frieda!”

Kirk aimed and fired just as anyone even began to move. Janice screamed first. The pistol in Kirk’s hand barked. Brett’s torso only stopped so much of the bullet. Owen collapsed to the floor clutching his arm.