The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

For the first time, in the twenty six months they had worked together, known each other, and been friends, Darlene called Elizabeth “bitch” with no love in her heart. She did smile though: a rictus grin calcified from years of experience in extracting tips.

Owen was here. Yeah, that green haired slut was sitting across from him. Goddammit! Darlene! Janice is his cousin. Worry about the other slut! She convinced herself for a moment. The other girl. Tamara, a little bit older than Janice, a little more worn out? Probably not. Still hot though, just not too fucking pretty like the hippy—

“Order’s up. Table four.” Carlos snapped Darlene out of her murder fantasies. There had to be some way to drop a piano on a bitch. Or just a real big safe.

“Hey,” Elizabeth approached Owen’s table. “Another girl? Pretty too. I’m Elizabeth, I fill this goof full of chicken fingers.”

“Tamm—Tamara.” She turned her head over her shoulder to smile at Owen deeper in the booth. “Old friend.”

“OK.” The waitress smiled. She looked over Owen. He needed a haircut, maybe a shave, or a few full months without one. “How’s the wrist?”

“Collecting fans.” Owen waved the cast. Elizabeth saw two new colors of Sharpie. “You set the trend.”

“Yeah,” She said. The big heart over the eye in her name. She blushed. Frustrated. C’mon Elizabeth! Just ask—

“You going to ask the question?” Janice’s voice was aimed at Owen but it shocked Elizabeth. Janice was uncontained excitement. She had the kind of smile that did long term muscle damage to the cheeks. Her eyes were running all over Elizabeth’s body. Owen didn’t react quickly. Janice refused to wait. “Hey, this nutbar gave you one of Grandpa’s silver coins, yeah?”

“Do you want it back?” Elizabeth hoped. She stuffed her hand in one of the pockets of her little black apron. The coin rolled under the tip of her ring finger. She pulled it into her fist but she couldn’t bring herself to take it out.

“No, I’m not gonna renege on that kinda thing.” Owen said softly. He looked guilty, a little bit excited. The guilt was consumed as the excitement grew. “Wanna hear something funny?”

“Sure, alongside your new friend’s drink orders.”

“Red wine.” Tamara grinned. “Do you wanna split a bottle with me?”

She was asking Janice. The green haired cousin tilted her head and smiled a more reasonable smile. “I don’t need to be drunk. Diet Coke, same as usual.”

“Diet Pepsi OK? As usual?” Elizabeth tried to joke, tried to keep a semblance of her sanity. It wasn’t totally successful. It was good to have the touchstone.

“See, this is why we love her.” Janice grinned. Elizabeth might’ve enjoyed the compliment if she wasn’t confused about what happened.

“And Tall Ship for Owen,” said the waitress. She almost didn’t ask. “And supposedly something funny?”

“Yeah, um,” Owen had a nice goofball smile. He was fit. He was a terrible dresser. Elizabeth stalled on a breath as Owen spoke. “The coins, they’re um, supposedly, a little bit, as it happens, cursed.”

“Oh thank God!” Elizabeth huffed and let some of the power in her spine slack. For the first time since she had bribed the Tipless Dykes to get the coin out of Roxxi’s tits, Elizabeth relaxed. She blinked. She laughed. Cursed! A week ago she would’ve sneered or just walked faster by anyone talking of curses. Now she had an explanation. “Um, wait, what’s the curse?”

“It’s a bad mojo,” Janice lowered voice and amplified her cheesy campfire ghost story voice, “A dark and terrible black magic. It does the unthinkable. It gets you laid.”

“OK, I’m going to go get your drinks.” Elizabeth laughed relief and left the table. She wasn’t smiling behind the bar, but she was calmer. A curse! Elizabeth had seen enough mummy movies to know one thing for certain, curses can be broken. She needed to know what a curse was, what it did, how it played.

Wait! Get her laid? Was she going to have to sleep with Owen? Christ… She raised her head and took a surreptitious glance at Owen. He was, well it wouldn’t be a chore at least. God, Janice had her fingers steepled and was cackling like a supervillain. It could’ve been worse, Janice could’ve inherited the coins.

There was still a question bothering her. Sure, she was kind of excited to try out another guy. Darlene had a number close to sixty. Owen would be Elizabeth’s seventh. Two in high school, three in college, then Brett. Now Owen.

Was Brett the one? They said I love yous and she still meant them months and months later. She wasn’t giving him up without a fight. She was certainly willing to fuck Owen to get back to her boyfriend. Was that fucked up? She clenched her teeth. Her brunette coworker hurried by her with trays of burgers and poutine. This couldn’t get back to Darlene. That girl had no success with secrets. Couldn’t let Darlene cost her Brett. Not for just one night, one afternoon, one hour. Hell, maybe she could make it a handful of minutes. Unless, it had to be good sex. She needed to give Owen an honest aggressive run of it. It’d all be good then. She smiled. She poured the wine into a glass. Darlene can’t know. There’s no way Brett would buy “I had to cheat on you. I was cursed.”

“She’s prettier than she is sane,” Tamara said of the waitress when she had walked from the table. “I mean. She bought it in a second. I think I believe it now, but I’ve been going back and forth all morning. I think.”

“The shower and the elevator didn’t help?” Owen smiled at Tamara. Tamara lowered her eyes but she didn’t blush as Owen remembered. Tamara came back up with heat in her grin.

“We all buy it. And you have like 10 more right? Tamara and Elizabeth! Oh shit and Darlene,” Janice leaned closer to whisper. “Nine more!”

“8, remember Frieda?” Owen displayed the name on his cast.

“Right... Friends... Small setback, we can still get our harem of hot millionaire chicks. Hollywood actresses. JK Rowling!” Janice reclined in the booth and steepled her fingers. The Mwahahaha was a bit much.

“That’s not the whole curse Janice.” Owen sighed. “Their enemies right?”

“Yeah,” Janice drummed her fingers on the table. “But, I mean, you buy the hot Hollywood starlet and you get a side of Harvey Weinstein’s fortune. Cha-ching! And then, when you can’t use the magic anymore, you can go about the time honored tradition of buying hot girls.”

“No.” Owen said. “This is crazy dangerous. I need a handle on this.”

“You don’t mean no, you mean not yet.” Janice pointed out. The green haired girl looked over Tamara. “OK, fresh meat, what’re you good for?”

“Um…” Tamara looked at Owen and then back at Janice. “Sex?”

“I’m convinced!” Janice laughed. “What a keeper!”

“What’re you asking!” Tamara huffed.

“I’m still worried about you, Janny.” Owen said. “You’ve been pushing Tamara around for days. If I bought her body, than maybe I bought yours.”

“Pfft, yeah, I guess so.” Janice shrugged. She nibbled her lip as she thought. The table was quieted down for a moment. Darlene wandered up to the table.

“Hey lover.” She grinned.

“Hi,” Owen replied. He let the kneejerk stiffness he had for her fall away.

“Busy tonight?” Darlene asked.

“I—”

“Tell her what to wear.” Janice kicked Owen under the table.

“What?” Owen looked over. “Black lingerie? Stop kicking me Janice.”

“I’ve got just the thing.” Darlene grinned. She gave Janice and Tamara smug smiles and headed away as Elizabeth arrived with the drinks.

“Maybe you’re onto something.” Janice said.

“What? Uh, thank you.” Owen divided his attention between his cousin and the waitress as the beer was placed in front of him.

“Thank you.” Tamara murmured for her wine.

“I mean onto something about me being Tamara’s enemy.” Janice said. “Cause I ain’t kicking you.”

“I walked into a strange point in this conversation.” Elizabeth used her waitress’s laugh. “I know what these jokers want, have you had a chance to look over the menu.”

“What Owen’s having sounds fine.” Tamara said rather than saying “No.”

Janice cleared her throat.

“Something different than the club wrap today?” Elizabeth asked.

“Use the curse on her.” Janice whispered at Owen.

“Now!” Elizabeth looked back over her shoulder but couldn’t spot Darlene. She must’ve been in the kitchen. “How about I give you my number?”

“When’s your break?” Owen shook his head.

“Uh, I’ve got my half hour lunch, any time after my table’s clear up.” She did not look happy. Owen felt guilty but Elizabeth was just worried there wouldn’t be enough time to break the curse. Wait? It was about her body, right? So if he just got his use out of it? She was still disappointed. If she was going to do a guy, she wanted to do him right.

“Alright,” He looked at Janice.

“Yeah, we don’t want to get you fired or nothing.” Janice said. She glared at Owen. “You’re never going to know what’s possible with this pusillanimous treating a woman like a human being shit.”

“Thanks, I do want your number though.” Owen wrote off Janice and that relieved Elizabeth. Tamara looked wounded but too shy to mention it. Elizabeth handed Owen back his phone. “I’ll text you and you’ll text me when you’re free.”

“Alright, and I’ll get you your food.” She smiled and walked back to the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” Darlene asked when Elizabeth typed the order into the station by the kitchen.

“Yeah, I should’ve guessed the new girl was just going to follow whatever Owen said.” She stopped. “I don’t think you’ve got a great hold on him. I think the two of them are involved.”

“You think I don’t know that, Liz?” Darlene huffed and strode by Elizabeth. She stopped and said in the blonde’s ear. “I don’t get good things like Owen. You get Bretts. Don’t fuck this up for me.”

“I’ll be out of your way the second I can be.” Elizabeth promised.

“Good,” Darlene said. As twisted up as she was, she believed Elizabeth.

“Your break’s coming up, Liz. Want me to make you something?” Davy asked Elizabeth as her last table of 3 paid their bills at the counter with Darlene. He recalled back to her skipping Carlos’s cake. “Something light?”

“Uh, no thanks, not today.” Elizabeth said. She had already clocked out and was heading for the back door. She ducked into the break room, texted Owen, and grabbed a pack of cigarettes from her bag. “I have all my lunch right here.”

“I thought you quit.” Davy muttered to himself. Elizabeth had quit. The four remaining cigarettes in the pack were more than five months old. While she hadn’t succumbed this quitting, sometimes, the cravings looked past the age of the cigarettes. Right now they didn’t. Darlene hated the smell of smoke. There was no way she’d come out to check on Elizabeth. Owen was waiting. Break the curse. Break the curse.

January or not, the mid afternoon sun didn’t feel warm enough. She frowned, pitched the cigarettes up into the dumpster. Then she hated herself. Fuck, having them in their spot of her purse was a constant she had known for years. She hated the weight of the bag without a pack in there. If she started smoking again because of this—Brett’s face came to mind. His hard words and strong hands. Maybe it was worth it.

“Hey,” She crossed her arms under breasts as Janice led Owen back. The auburn haired chick, the big titted chick, the old friend. She was gone. Elizabeth had never been good with names and she’d still be struggling with Owen’s if it wasn’t for the curse.

“Hi. You OK?”

“I’ve gotta get back in 28.” She said. Owen frowned.

“Crap, it’d take at least 10 to walk up the hill to my place.” He scratched his hair and looked at Janice.

“Does she have to be here?” Elizabeth asked.

“I’ve never been able to tell her to do anything.” Owen said. “I mostly gave up on it.”

“Right.” The back of the restaurant was enclosed in a high fence. The garbage cans had been freshly emptied and Darlene still had tables. No one was due until Darlene’s shift was over in two hours. Elizabeth walked back to the wall and lifted her apron and skirt. Her panties were in the pocket next to the coin.

“Look at that!” Janice grinned and punched Owen in the upper arm. “I haven’t seen a hairy pussy since junior high!”

Elizabeth scowled. “At least ask her to be quiet about everything.”

“Um, Janice, shut up.” Owen said to appease. Janice did. That was startling and Owen didn’t notice. “You’re um—”

“I’m cursed. Twenty six minutes.” She said. He walked over. She smelled him. He had been walking in the sun all morning; he smelled strong but not bad. She licked her lips and laid her hands on his chest. Stronger than the loose t-shirt looked. She refused to compare him to Brett. Twenty five minutes. “Belt?”

“Right.” He unzipped his winter coat one handed and fumbled with his cast on his belt. She dragged her hands down and unzipped and unbuttoned as he slid pants and boxers down his legs.

“Nice cock.” She smiled. As they go, sure. Dicks varied a little but as long as they weren’t big as fireman’s hoses or diseased, Elizabeth figured nice was a good enough compliment. It lit Owen’s smile up. She lifted her legs but he winced when reached under her.

“You don’t need a bit of foreplay?” He worried.

“It’s your body.” She said reflexively and winced. “Except, I’ve been looking forward to this for over an hour now and haven’t got this out of my head since you told me about the curse.”

“Want me to hold up one of her legs until you got her pinned against the wall.” Janice asked. Elizabeth frowned. Why hadn’t the “Shut up, Janice.” lasted forever? Was the green haired girl not affected by the coins. If he had told her to shut up, Elizabeth wouldn’t be talking until he rescinded the command. She looked back, she hoped her pathetic face told Owen not to let Janice touch him.

“I got this.” Owen declared with bravado. Elizabeth had to do the work. Drag him forward by the collar until he was close enough that she could climb up the aluminum siding and hold his shoulders while she got her legs around his hips. “OK, wow, you really weren’t kidding.”

She grinned. He was proud of himself. She had to kiss him, reflex and a romance addiction. She had to kiss him.

His cast laid on her hip as he entered her. She gasped into his mouth. She chewed his lip and started flexing her thighs and lower back to ride him up and down. Her heart was pounding. This was crazy! She had never cheated on someone before. She had never been cursed before. She felt empowered, for a moment, and then used. She squeezed him as he took her thigh in a tight grip and started pounding.

She was so happy about the power. He wasn’t some milquetoast limp-wristed creampuff. She was panting as he fucked her. He pulled his lip from her teeth and kissed her hard. His cast was against her tit but he couldn’t squeeze. Feeling that desire for her and that frustration invoked a kind of passion that Elizabeth hadn’t felt before. She panted. She had been ready but now she was rising.

“Holy shit! Just like that!” Janice watched on from behind her smartphone’s camera. Elizabeth gave Janice the finger from her arm across Owen’s shoulders. She used her other hand to hide her face but it was mostly too late and Owen kissing her pushed her face into frame.Elizabeth felt used like she had never been. She came.

“Holy shit!” Just like that!” Owen aped Janice’s words as Elizabeth sucked on his neck to keep from screaming. He shut his eyes and was wracked by her tight flesh on his cock. She spasmed, kicked and inched down the wall. They couldn’t hold each other up anymore. Elizabeth managed to get her feet under her as he let her to the ground.

“Wow…” She murmured and raised her eyes up. The clear winter sky was all blue and the sun was out. With the lack of snow or frost, the only way to see the season were the denuded trees reaching over the back fence. Elizabeth felt it on her bare thighs.The hot sticky flush down her leg still grew quickly cold.

“This is the real deal.” Owen helped Elizabeth up before he stuffed himself back into his pants. She did his belt as he slowly fumbled with his cast. “Seriously, there’s no way you would’ve done this without the curse. Not like this.”

“Yeah, cause you can figure out how slutty a girl is by how she brings you chicken fingers.” Janice scoffed. She handed Elizabeth a fistful of Kleenex.

“Thanks.” Elizabeth was happy to start cleaning herself up. She pulled the pink lace from her apron and started to kick her sneakers through the holes. She jumped her heels off the pavement when she yanked them into place. Her skirt and apron slid back down easy. “Time?”

Janice showed Elizabeth her phone. “Six minutes?”

“Eight… Wait, let’s assume six.” The restaurant and Janice could easily be operating two minutes off each other. “And—Wait, no!”

“What’s wrong?” Owen worried. “Did I hurt—”

“This stupid thing was supposed to be broken now!” Elizabeth yanked the silver coin out of her purse and slapped it down into Owen’s hand. “It gets you laid.”

“Technically, it kinda bought your body.” Owen frowned. Elizabeth scowled.

“Then I just bought it back.” She looked into Owen’s palm. She stomped her foot. “The fuck?”

“Yeah, um, I swear. I didn’t know when I gave it to you.” Owen looked over his shoulder at Janice. “Oh fuck. You filmed that, didn’t you?”

“Tamara wasn’t going to. Scaredy-cat’s still hiding around the corner.” Janice said.

“This was supposed to be over. I was supposed to go back to my boyfriend and set things right. I—How do I get it back!” Elizabeth dragged Owen’s attention back to herself.

“Oh shit. You do have a boyfriend!” He remembered. “Christ.”

“There’s nothing stopping you from sending her back to him and living the way they used to,” Janice suggested. “Just so long as she knows she’s on call for you whenever you want.”

“Oh fuck. Please.” She begged. “I—I love him.”

Owen looked disgusted with himself. He took a deep breath. He looked into her eyes. Tamara peaked around the corner. He looked back to Elizabeth. She was so hot. Slender, but with tits and he had felt those thighs around him. He could still taste her amazing kiss. He knew what she felt like from the inside. She looked at him with bright eyes and he could put into words what he was thinking.

“No. I think... I know I don’t want you fucking any man but me.”

“You don’t smell like smoke.” Darlene sniffed Elizabeth’s hair when the blonde came back in.

“Yeah, I managed to hold off.” Elizabeth said.

“You kinda got a just been fucked glow.” Darlene looked her up and down. “Y’know, for a girl who looks like she just figured out there never was a big farm out of the city for Spot to run and play in.”

“Where does this shit come from?” Elizabeth asked with a head tilted at Darlene.

“You OK?”

“Next table’s mine?” Elizabeth asked and Darlene was nodding as her head turned. “How do you think I feel?”

“I can take the dykes today if you want.” Darlene watched the tryhard five come in and stop at the please wait to be seated sign.

“No, just start on their drinks, please?” Elizabeth forced the smile and went to the front door.

“Hi.” The tiny little blue haired one that had stolen Owen’s silver coin last week was at the front. Elizabeth was surprised when there wasn’t a biting comment.

“Hi.” Elizabeth said, “You alright?”

“She’s been a downer all week.” The butchiest one gruffed. “Look, we got her; you just get the food.”

“Already on it.” Elizabeth was about to lead them to the fair booth when a knock on the front window made her jump. All six turned to see Janice waving as she walked a pace behind Owen with Tamara on his arm.

“You don’t have time to play with your friends. We’re paying customers.” The fattest one was scowling at Elizabeth for waving. Roxxi bolted out the door. The other pretty one. Ground her teeth for a moment.

“I’ll go check in on Roxxi. You know what we want, Lizzie.” Zera said.

“The hell she does.” Muttered the butchiest one, but she really didn’t have her heart in the bullying.