The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Jesus, Elizabeth, you look like haven’t slept in a week.” Darlene was normally relieved when a second waitress showed up to take on the suppertime load. Elizabeth didn’t look like she was going to be able to handle it.

“I slept fine.” Elizabeth muttered. “Hi Carlos. Hi Davy.”

“Lizzie!” The cook cheered. Davy just nodded.

Shedding her winter coat, she cut through to the break room. Darlene plastered on her smile and took out a tray of burgers to their waiting customers. It was during the lull, a little after lunch, a little before supper. Darlene finally managed to get a breather next to Elizabeth.

“You sure you’re OK?” Darlene asked.

“Never said I was OK.” She was wasting zero time. She had the broom in hand to quickly give the front a sweep. They didn’t shirk their work but they’d never been keeners either. Embarrassed into action, Darlene followed Elizabeth out to clear up the counter.

“You gotta tell me what’s wrong. Can I help?” Darlene stopped Elizabeth with a hand on the blonde’s elbow.

“It’s a sex thing.” Elizabeth mumbled.

“Wow.” Darlene nodded. “Wish I’d known that before I volunteered. You know what? Never done things with a girl before but I’m not going to back out. Do you like getting spanked?”

The joke went over like a lead balloon. Darlene then took the moment to skirt her eyes around the restaurant to be certain no one was looking. There were two tables talking animatedly and hardly listening. Hmm, they were going to need refills soon. She grabbed a pair of glasses. Liz answered.

“I mean, usually sure. I just said no last night.” Elizabeth sighed.

“If you were going to be this worked up about it, why didn’t you say yes?” Darlene asked. She knew Elizabeth’s boyfriend. Sure, she’d have said, “Yes! Yes! Yes! Please God! Yes!” most of the time. Obviously, a girl was not going to keep that up at every opportunity.

“I don’t know.” Elizabeth whined. “I just felt like I wasn’t right to be doing that. Like I needed to find out if that’s what was wanted or not.”

“OK, so you weren’t in the mood. That happens. One sec.” Darlene took over a tray and swapped out pops. Damn, she was earning her tip today! She was beaming when she got back. Elizabeth was washing her hands.

“You going to ambush him when you get home? Get over this shit?” Darlene asked.

“No.” Elizabeth said.

“Well, that does mean no.” Darlene shrugged. “You guys still good? Maybe you’re starting to see the thing as all played out?”

“I—You know what I’d like?”

“To get your hair pulled and hoo-ha filled.” Darlene nodded.

“I think I’d cheer up if Owen and Janice came in.” Elizabeth ignored Darlene’s crassness. Darlene’s smile moved into more waitress territory than to friends. This was all about that stupid coin! Goddammit! Seriously? It was an over the top gesture, sure. They got those from time to time. You just took the huge tip and acted stupid when they were surprised you didn’t write your phone number on the bill. Jesus. What was the problem? That she’d have to sell it online to get the money out of it?

“I can’t believe they’re cousins.” Darlene took a hard left to keep her frustration with Elizabeth from fucking things up. She started thinking of the skinny pretty hippy girl. Old jealousy was settling in. She tried to sell what she knew to herself. “Is that what you need? To see a cute couple that isn’t getting laid?” Though Darlene still had trouble against imagining Janice not getting it on with Owen. She rallied. “Anyway, he usually swings by on the weekend. Why don’t you go get some trashy lingerie after work? That’s how I get back into it when I’m in a slump.”

“Yeah?” Elizabeth nodded. “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

Darlene noticed the fatalism and squeezed her friend’s shoulder. It was back to the grind. The third waiter made it in for six and Darlene got to clear out on time. “Hey, feel better.”

“I’ll try.” Elizabeth waved to Darlene as the brunette walked out the front doors of the restaurant. Darlene was feeling a little pissed. She hadn’t gotten laid in three months, and that had only stopped because she was sick of being a one night or one weekend fling. She just had no idea on how to look for a boyfriend and not a temporarily excited penis. She saw Owen walking down the street towards her. Waving, hopping and waving, and finally hopping, waving, and shouting in his face got his attention.

“What? Oh shit! Hi Darlene.”

“Hi.” She smiled. “What’re you up to?”

“Kinda stuck on my vacation days without Janny. I need to make more friends.” He shrugged.

Her teeth ground just a little bit.

“I’m great at making friends. I’ll get you started on the beginner’s course. Come on, buy me dinner.” She sidled up to him and took his arm.

“What? I mean sure. I was going to get some chicken fingers—”

“Nope!” Darlene tugged him in a short circle so they were headed back the way he came. “I just spent nine hours there. Besides, you need to open your eyes to more tastes of the city.”

“You sure?”

“Dude, I’m there five, six days a week. Yes, we’re going somewhere else.” She knew he had it bad for Elizabeth. If Darlene wanted a chance, letting Owen near Elizabeth when the blonde was not good in the head was premature relationship suicide. Janice was out of the city too. When else would she get a chance with all the competition out of the way?

“Calm down, sweetheart.” Kirk spoke into his cell phone. “There wasn’t a fire. I’m sure Val was just being Val. Besides the safe at home would have been plenty secure even if it isn’t the big one at the shop.”

He smiled and mouthed “Merci.” to the older woman who brought him his cup of coffee.

“Yes, but I had signed for the coin as the shop. That’s what his receipt says. She all but ripped it out of my hands the moment Owen had left the store. Like it was the one Goddamned ring to rule them all or something.”

“And you talked her down and now it’s in the safe.” Kirk was enjoying his time away from the catfight. Frieda had her claws out all of the time around Val. Val, well Val was transparently mercenary about money and quality of life. It was such a change from the games and the lies his previous girlfriends and wife thought they had needed to play. Honesty wasn’t always nice and tender. Always nice and tender was never honest. As always, he felt like he was making the right decision about a woman.

A beautiful woman of thirty entered the cafe. She pushed up her glasses, hefted her leather attache, and walked over to take a seat at Kirk’s table. Kirk smiled. Frieda continued to claim she didn’t trust Val. The old woman brought the newly arrived guest a coffee.

“Et Monsieur le Carre?”

“Bientot.” The woman smiled. Another man entered. He was older, pushing sixty, short, fit, and brown skinned. His black hair had all but finished going grey. He wore a brilliant silk suit. Kirk didn’t think to be embarrassed by his khaki shorts and sock filled sandals.

“Why do you even have her work for you? Didn’t you ever hear don’t shit where you eat!” Frieda’s rant ended on frustrated upswing.

“Sweetheart,” He smiled. “I know you’re frustrated—”

“I should be. You should’ve seen how she was treating Owen!” The teenager’s tone and use of the customer’s name raised a lot of questions from Kirk but he didn’t have the time.

“And I appreciate that. I’m sitting down with Monsieur Carre now. I’ll be home in a few days.” He smiled as the man sat across from him. “Try to let some of this slide off now? You don’t need to let the anger fester.”

“You can’t tell me how to feel.” Frieda dug in. “Don’t come home too soon. I hope the French girls are beautiful.”

That was another question he decided he’d need to broach later. Instead, Kirk said, “They certainly are. Goodbye, love you.”

He hung up, Frieda was muttering her “Love ya, too.” but in such a way that she was going to rant again. Sometimes, you had to say goodbye and just go. “Desole.”

“Ce n’est rien. Ta fille?”

“Oui,” Kirk grinned.

“Elles valent la peine.” Monsieur la Carre nodded. “You have met my Natasha.”

“I have.” Kirk nodded. “Thank you, we’ve long since proven you speak much better English than I do French.”

“Vraiment.” The woman sipped her coffee with a smile.

“Yet, you improve.” Monsieur le Carre said. “I am glad we have found each other.”

“As am I. It’s been a long relationship.” Kirk nodded. “And better than most.”

“Giselle, les papiers.” He smiled to the woman and she flipped open her attache. She brought out a manila folder of documents and soft binder of photographs.

“Far more details than with all of our previous work.” Kirk nodded. He started with the documents. He procured an android tablet and loaded up the pictures his daughter had sent him. “They’re certainly match the age and minting of your grandfather’s collection.”

“This is it!” M. Le Carre shouted. “Look, the box!”

He flipped open the binder. There was a sepia toned photograph on the ninth page. It showed a bright eyed young man and a well-dressed middle aged man who looked much like M. Le Carre might’ve twenty years ago, but whiter. A beautiful pair of brown women flanked the men in the picture, posing with an arm through an arm. The one with the younger man did not look happy. Behind them all, on the shelf, was a dark wooden box. It was an old photograph.

“We must not get ahead of ourselves.” Giselle said. “This wouldn’t be the first false positive you’ve gone after.”

“I have to agree with Giselle.” Kirk said as he accepted the photograph. “The connection is not impossible but I still have work to do.”

“Of course, of course.” M. Le Carre tried to take a deep breath but despite his attempt to calm himself, he did not. “What is the name of the seller?”

“My client has not given me leave to share that,” Kirk answered.

“Merde! Find out if he received the coins from an Isaac Lahey. Isaac Lahey. Remember it.” M. Le Carre said with force.

“Yes,” Kirk agreed. “It is explained here.”

There was a list of names and information on one of the sheets. Data and whereabouts and obituaries tied to six of the seven. “Isaac Lahey, Canadian.” was all that was noted in the fifth slot.

“It is so close.” M. le Carre shook and smiled with childish glee.

“It may well be, Monsieur.”

“Non, non, we are friends Kirk. We’ve worked together for so long. Please, I insist, Maxim.” M. le Carre declared.

Kirk nodded with a smile. He went back to the paperwork. Giselle was right. Kirk had colleagues that also worked with M. le Carre. The glee and camaraderie disappeared the instant the path led to a dead end. He had friends in Alberta that went from being feted to being less than dogshit. Kirk set his expectations low. The mystery and the hunt still fascinated him. He had forgotten all about his daughter’s strange statements and tone.

“Nice place.” Darlene said. “Just you?”

“Yeah, just me.” Owen nodded. “Though Janny lives across the hall. Or on the casting couch as often or not.”

“What?” Darlene stopped half out of her puffy parka in shock.

“Yeah, that’s what she calls the sofa.” He shrugged. “It’s a D&D joke. She’s been calling it that since she played a wizard last time.”

“No, no it’s not.” Darlene said. Owen took her coat. “Thank you.”

“It’s just the two rooms and the kitchenette.” Owen said. “Not a whole lot. You want a cup of coffee or another drink?”

“Drinks.” She said. The two they had with dinner had been edifying but a little more confidence never hurt. Plus, Owen had been dodging signals for the last couple of hours. He wasn’t stupid. He did bring her up here after all. She had asked him out and she was probably going to have to straddle him to start the engine. Then what?

“I’ve got beer and rum.” He said. “Rum and coke good?”

“Yeah,” She said wandering around his living room. Video games, signed hockey jerseys, dungeons and dragons books, model space ships, and a couple of pictures of him, friends and different hair colored versions of Janice. She frowned. “I like it. It’s a guy’s place but not a sty.”

“Here’s to high hopes.” He said passing her a drink. Wow! That might’ve been half and half. She finally felt eager. He was getting her drunk! Goddammit! Now he just needed to get fed up and take things to the bedroom.

“Do you wanna watch a movie or something?” He said. Damn, she smiled around a sip. “There’s the consoles but I’m not playing games too well with this thing, you know?”

“Ah, poor baby,” She said looking at his cast. “You’re right hand too. I bet that gets in the way of all sorts of stuff.”

“Yeah, I’m managing though.” He shrugged.

“Well, if you need some help… I’d be happy—”

She was not being subtle. His phone interrupted her blocked off that path though. He downed his drink and looked.

“It’s Janice.” He sighed. “It might be something about stuff back home. Give me a second?”

“Sure.”

“Hey!” He had answered as she answered. She sipped her drink as he stepped away. It wasn’t like she couldn’t hear his half of the conversation a… casting couch away from her. She looked at the long brown leather seat with a little disgust. Dammit. Dinner and back to his place. Why was this taking so long?

“Yeah, no. Some other time? I’m busy tonight.” He said. At least he wasn’t 100% blind. She walked over to one of his shelves. The wooden box he had had at the restaurant yesterday was there. She opened it. Oh, these looked shiny. Elizabeth was still braintwisted about getting one of them.

“No seriously. Later, K?” He said. “I’m hanging up. Good.” He clicked off the phone and saw Darlene. His mind fired up with klaxons of crazy. He rushed over, stopping an inch behind her. She looked up, smirked and stepped back so he felt her butt a few inches below his dick. Good, he felt something. She was smirking.

“These are… uh…” He reached around her to close the lid.

“Yeah, like two hundred bucks each? I’d hang on to them for that.” She ran her finger over a coin and he couldn’t close the box. Instead, he picked up the coin. She turned around on him. “I mean, who else has ancient treasure? It’s really cool.”

“Yeah?” He couldn’t help but notice the tone in her voice or the hand running over his belt. He laughed awkwardly. He was thinking. She still thinks they’re only worth two hundred bucks. She isn’t gold digging. She doesn’t know I’m about to be a millionaire. He forced himself to stabilize his emotions but resisted hard.

“May I?” She asked. She closed her finger and thumb on the coin in his fingers. He let go for just a second. He went white. She went red. She grinned. “So cool.”

“You think so?” He asked.

“You want to hear something lewd?” She asked as slyly as she could. She was revved up like she couldn’t be before. “Elizabeth said you’d asked to buy her body with one of these.”

“Well, I guess I make bad jokes.” He watched her walk by the couch.

“Yeah, who says it has to be a joke?” Darlene grinned as wide as she good. She was good looking. At twenty four, she was a bit of a health nut that couldn’t run those last few miles to shed the extra curve on her hips and weight on her chest. She had long, thick, chestnut brown hair around her sharp eyes and wicked smile.

“I—” Owen stood taller and smirked. “I’m not letting that coin leave the apartment. The rest of the game is on.”

“Shit? I guess you’ll just have to keep me won’t you?” She licked her lips. He stepped forward, grabbed her by the skull and forced a kiss so hard onto her mouth. The coin was put down on the top of the couch. Darlene brought her hand up empty to his shirt and dragged him backwards by the collar. His bedroom door was right behind her. He kicked it shut. She was thrown onto the mattress.

“How do I look?” Tamara stepped out of Janice’s bathroom.

“Like a nice girl.” Janice condemned her. “You have tits. Where’s your cleavage? You have legs. That skirt’s down to your knees.”

“What? Look, I—”

“He’s across the hall wallowing in lonely misery.” Janice crossed her arms. “How’s he supposed to cheer up if he can look you in the eye?”

“I—What?”

“Bitch, I’ve got 32As. Make me hate myself with those 36DDs.” Janice stepped forward and grabbed Tamara by the hips. They ended up in Janice’s bedroom. Tamara’s suitcase was on the bed. “Take that shit off and we’ll see what you’re working with.”

“Look, Janice. We have big differences in how this is gonna go.” Tamara put her hands on her hips. She was looking like a nice girl. She had on a pink and white sweater and a wavy black skirt. Her dark hair was fluffed out around her shoulders. The clothes couldn’t hide that she was sexy even if she wasn’t playing it up. She did play it up in little ways. Her tits didn’t fire out of her sweater this way without the bra she had chosen. Her ass didn’t get garotted without her best g-string.

“Why?” Janice turned. She pulled out a vibrant red top that was cut low and spaghetti strapped. “Seriously, this top and I’ll let you keep that mistake with the skirt.”

“Oh shut up.” Tamara snatched the top from Janice’s fingers. “There a dark red leather skirt in there. It’s about half as long as this.”

“Good!” Janice dug through. She found a lacy black thong. She had that on one finger and the leather skirt in her left hand when she turned. Smiling, she dropped the thong back in the suitcase. Tamara had discarded the sweater and skirt. “No wonder there were no tits left for the rest of us.”

“Oh shut up.” Tamara pulled on the top. It was even more provocative with her tits up and the black lace edging around the lines of the top. “Give me the skirt.”

“There, now you’re ready!” Janice grinned. She circuited Tamara. “What do you drink?”

“I wasn’t planning on—”

“You give it up the first night stone sober?” Janice interrupted. “Jesus, even I need a triple of drinks for first time nerves.”

“Right, red wine, maybe? No. Tequila.” Tamara was led out to the kitchen where Janice grabbed a couple of bottles from above the fridge. “I can’t believe I keep letting you push me.”

“I’ll cut the limes and follow you over.” Janice shoved the bottles into Tamara’s hand.

“What? What do I do?” Tamara asked.

“You open the door and say hi.” Janice said tossing a pair of limes on her cutting board.

Tamara had her teeth clenched as she crossed the hall. She almost started hyperventilating. You can do this Tam. You got this. You’ve done this before. Yeah, nine years ago. Christ! Her hand shook on the door handle. She heard the sounds but didn’t register them until she pushed the door open and the muffling stopped.

“Oh my God! Oh my God! Owen! Yes!” The shriek of the girl was pleading and growling. Owen’s baritone of grunts underwrote the whole symphony. Tamara was frozen in the doorway.

The bedroom door was closed. She didn’t have to see it. She also didn’t get caught and she didn’t have to run.

“Make me cum! Make me cum!” The girl was squealing.

“You’re gonna cum!” Owen barked back. “I’ll make you cum whenever I want.”

“Tell me you want it!”

“I fucking want it!”

She was screaming now. Tamara had had a couple of those in her life. Not in high school with Owen or the others. Not with her husband, until he had started learning from Jewel. Homewrecker. Her teeth were grinding. Otherwise Tamara was silent. She almost screamed when Janice’s hand touched her neck.

“Shhh!” Was all they communicated out of Janice’s dark painted lips and behind her index finger. She was grinning like hell. Why the hell didn’t they leave? Tamara was horrified when she followed Janice in.

They used hand gestures like soldiers raiding a building. Tamara stuck to shaking her head and pointing to the door. Janice had to spy. She grinned. Whatever her first signal meant, Tamara could only guess. The thumbs up she stepped forward. Janice edged around the cracked bedroom door.

“I’ll make you cum again, no one said you could stop!” Owen growled. The woman howled again. Now Tamara was wet and envious. She had never had two of those. She followed Janice across the room. She leaned in and held Janice’s shoulder. She whispered in the green hair woman’s ear. “We should go.”

Janice picked at the couch for a second. She nodded, playing with something in her hand. They snuck by the door once more and left.

“Christ! Oh my God!” Darlene wailed. Her body hurt for how hard she had cum. The insides of her eyelids look like starlit nights. She wailed. The front door of the apartment loudly closed between her screams. Owen was startled. He jumped. He barked. Darlene realized from the flood inside her they hadn’t talked condoms.

“Jesus! Fuck!” Owen bitched, lowering himself down over her.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Probably Janny. She apparently flew back this afternoon.” He swore again. He was breathing hard, she wrapped him up harder in her arms.

“Hope she enjoyed the show then.” Darlene said smugly. Still, cousins, she had just seen them together for so long without knowing that. Darlene kept seeing the girl as a rival. Ha, she grinned. Enjoyed it? I hope she’s furious.

“I guess so,” He said. He looked her in the eye. Fuck, he had needed the sex. Now he hoped she’d want to go home and sleep at her own place. Her insistent snuggling nixed that idea. Owen frowned.