The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Tantalizing Corruption

By Mr. Scade

Chapter 1: In Which A Strange Man Has an Idea

The bells on top of the glass door jingled as a man with long white hair entered the mostly empty sporting good shop.

He walked slowly with dark intent, past racks stacked with balls and rackets, not looking at anything with more than a glance. His stride was that of a man who knows exactly what he wants. He walked until something, or, more precisely, someone stopped him near the section dedicated to competitive swimwear.

“May I help you?” The girl said from behind him. Her voice was full of cheerfulness and slyness indicative of someone used to baiting unsuspecting customers. Unluckily for the girl, this man was neither unsuspecting nor fond of being interrupted.

The man turned around and looked at the salesgirl. He smiled even though the girl had interrupted his train of thought. He found himself enjoying the girl’s unique beauty. Her long legs and thin body, with petite breasts and smooth skin of a soft shade of brown, were pleasing to him. This girl was the kind of girl that reminded him of days gone by and people long gone

The man’s smile twisted. He remembered that, no matter how cute the salesgirl might appear to be, he knew what he was exactly looking for and where to find it. He was not fond of salespeople at all, but his gentlemanly ways wouldn’t allow him to be rude to the girl, any girl.

The black-haired salesgirl’s alluring smile had also dwindled, and her eyes had taken a most quizzical look. At first her eyes had been distracted by the pure whiteness of the man’s hair, but then she was reminded of her uncle, a man with hair so white it would turn brown if there was enough dust in a room. The salesgirl then looked directly into his eyes. The girl was already used to looking at someone directly into the eyes, so much in fact that she could do this in quite the distracting fashion.

She found his mismatched eyes mesmerizing. One was the deep blue of sapphires, the other a crimson not unlike rubies.

The white-haired man made as if to talk, but then fell silent; he looked around himself, inspecting the merchandize. He observed the swimsuits like someone that suddenly noticed that tomatoes were red. He ran his tongue along the inside of his mouth, pausing for a second as he looked at the salesgirl and then back at the swimsuits.

He felt a smile form just as an idea crept into his mind.

“Of course you may help me, young lady.” The white-haired man said. Said the white-haired man. “You see, I am looking for a swimsuit just like these and I was wondering if you could point out which one is the best.” He added, completely forgetting why he had come into the store to begin with.

The salesgirl pressed the back of her hand against her lips, repressing a chuckle. She swallowed and chastised herself for the reaction; she didn’t want to repeat the incident of some months back when she laughed at a girl’s accent and was almost fired.

This distracted her from the fact that a man buying a female competitive swimsuit could be taken as something quite bizarre.

“Well, sir.” She began as she turned around walking towards a specific, X-shaped rack on which many a similar pair of swimsuits hanged. “This one here,” She began with a fake smile. “is the best suit we have.” She took a black one-piece swimsuit with yellow-and-green diamonds on the chest and showcased it to the white-haired man.

“Hmmm. Quite informative, young lady. You seem to know your merchandize.” The white-haired man said. “But, what do you, beautiful girl, think about this suit in particular?”

The salesgirl blushed and tried not to look into the man’s eyes. “Eh... well. What do you mean?”

The man raised an eyebrow and half-smiled. “I want your opinion, my lady. You seem to know quite a lot about these items, and I would like your personal and professional opinion.”

The salesgirl blushed some more, realizing that the man had laid a heavy emphasize on the word Personal. It had been quite a long time since anyone had asked such things of her.

“Well... I-it looks kind of cute and, ehm, it is practical and, like, good.” The girl struggled to find the right words.

The white-haired man looked at the black swimsuit with the green-and-yellow diamonds and then at the black-haired salesgirl. He smiled widely and took the swimsuit from the girl’s hands, making sure to softly caress her fingers with his.

He stared at the swimsuit with inspecting eyes and then at the girl, a warm smile appearing on his face that made the shy girl feel soft inside. “It kind of has an erotic look, don’t you think?” He said, his voice sounding different—fragmented.

The salesgirl turned to look at the strange man with a flabbergasted stare; his comment something she was not used to hearing. But when she looked into the man’s mismatched eyes and his handsome face, her look changed to one of extreme relaxation. The man repeated what he said and the girl couldn’t help but agree, his eyes somehow made her feel good and pliable.

“I knew it was not just me.” The man said with jest. “This garment - this competitive swimwear is simply a testament to how utterly amazing simple things can be.”

“What... what do you...” The salesgirl felt the words escape her. “What do you mean?” She finally said, forcing herself not to repeat the man’s words.

“I mean, my young lady,” The white-haired man said, moving the swimsuit closer to the salesgirl. “That this garment here is quite an erotic thing.”

“Erotic...” The salesgirl whispered, her shy eyes slowly moving towards the shiny swimsuit, her hands suddenly hanging limp at her sides. “Yes.”

“No need to echo my words, young lady. It is true.” He said, his hands holding the swimsuit closer to the salesgirl. “It is extremely tight and blindingly shiny and shows all of a lady’s lovely curves.”

“What?” She tried to scream but was only able to whisper.

“I mean that this swimsuit would only enhance a girl’s natural looks to such a level that even Venus would be ashamed of herself.”

The girl closed her eyes and breathed in deeply; the salesgirl opened them again and whispered a faint yes. She was completely lost in the man’s mismatched eyes, in his words, and in the erotic image of the swimsuit.

“Then you, my fine and lovely lady, should absolutely change out of your orange clothes and slip into this marvellous garment.” The man said, pushing the swimsuit into the girl’s hands.

The girl was about to whisper a yes, but she stopped herself. She held back her hands as her mind tried to escaped the haze the man’s eyes threw her into. She shook her head, letting some of the haze leave her mind. She looked once again at the strange man’s eyes.

“Eh... I-I shouldn’t.” She managed to whisper.

“Don’t you want to look beautiful?” The man began. “Wouldn’t you just love to have your body hugged by something you yourself said is a most erotic garment. To have your whole body shiver in pleasure?”

The salesgirl pondered and thought about it, in a short moment of lucidity. She could feel and answer crawling up her throat, pushing away the question of who he was. Those eyes, those ruby-and-sapphire eyes of his took it all away.

“Yes.” The girl whispered, her face expressing an obviously distracted mind. “Yes, I should.”

“Then why are you still here standing like a lamp post under the rain?” The man said with a sudden cheer to his voice. “Go and change out of those clothes, lady!”

“Yes....” The salesgirl whispered with a mindless look back on her face.

“Then go and put this magnificent and erotic swimsuit on and then come back here, lovely lady.” He said with a smile, placing the black and green-and-yellow suit on the salesgirl’s weakening hands.

“But...” The girl blinked. “I am not supposed to...” She began, trying to find something to hold on to. “... I am not going swimming.” She finally said, and then realized how utterly silly it sounded.

“It matters not, lovely lady.” The man said as he began to guide the salesgirl towards the changing rooms. “You, of course, are going to wear it because you want to wear it.” He said, his voice sounding more and more layered.

“But... I shouldn’t wear... store’s merchandize.” The girl said, her hand mindlessly caressing the swimsuit while tingles started to appear in her nether regions.

“It absolutely matters not, darling.” The white-haired man said as the girl kept on walking towards the changing rooms. “You want to wear it and that is absolutely the only thing that matters.”

The girl kept on walking with robotic steps and a mindless stare towards the changing rooms; her mind devoid of thoughts except for the need to wear the swimsuit. Meanwhile the white-haired man turned around, chuckled slightly, and began to browse around the swimsuit section. He looked at the endless rows of swimsuits with a newfound excitement.

“Hey,” The man said to no one, his head turned towards a grey swimsuit. “These garments do look erotic after all!”

* * *

The salesgirl made her way into the changing rooms, avoiding her ever-inquiring workmates and the all-seeing eyes of the horribly placed security cameras. She thought that, at this time of the day, none would be in the changing rooms; she was mistaken.

There was one girl, a brunette, picking up cloth hangers from the stalls and from the floor. The black-haired salesgirl paid her no mind; she wanted to quickly go into a stall and change into the garment she had in her hands, but shyness and a fear that had yet to be controlled by the white-haired man threatened to force her away from the idea.

She heard the man’s words in her head and she absentmindedly rubbed the swimsuit. She really wanted to wear it, to feel it against her skin. Need leads the way for invention.

“Hey, Jenny.” The black-haired salesgirl said, hiding the swimsuit behind her.

The brunette turned around, many a cloth hanger hanging from her left arm. “Yes?”

The black-haired salesgirl thought for a second and then said: “Some clients are starting to come in. There’s a bunch of them at the biking section if you want to earn extra commission coin.”

The brunette threw the rest of the hangers on a box and quickly walked past the salesgirl, whispering thanks.

The black-haired girl looked at her naked image on the full-body mirror and frowned distastefully. Like always. She thought her body was both an unfair gift and a way for nature to mock her. She loathed her too-small breasts, detested her too-thin body. Her legs and arms filled her with self-hatred and even her beautiful face was seen as a horrible thing that, sometimes, she thought was just okay.

Her self-loathing was almost enough to remove the fog on her mind, but suddenly she heard an echo of the man’s comments on her beauty. Indeed, someone had said she was beautiful, and that made her feel quite amazing.

The salesgirl then found herself staring at the black swimsuit with the yellow-and-green diamonds. It was shiny and tight. The diamond design forced the eyes to wander around the chest, which would be enhanced, pronounced and lifted by the swimsuit. Eyes would wander around the jet black of the swimsuit, down a girl’s natural curves, which, of course, would be highlighted like any phrase of worth in a book.

The salesgirl shuddered in pleasure at the thought of people seeing her in a sexual fashion; her nipples grew erect and her nether lips to tingled.

She smiled and began to slide her legs into the swimsuit. The black-haired salesgirl felt as if her body was filled with happiness as she pulled the swimsuit up her legs. Once it reached her crotch she moaned loudly. At that moment she wanted to rub her sex, to caress it and feel the pleasure increase, but she first had to finish dressing. Nothing but wearing the swimsuit mattered.

She kept pulling the swimsuit up until it covered her navel, breasts, chest and neck. She pulled the shoulder straps over and then, as a slight moan escaped her throat and an ecstatic trembling momentarily took over her hands, she zipped the swimsuit up.

The black-haired salesgirl crouched and stood, turned and twisted. She simply moved her now encased body; for whenever she turned a fraction of skin the swimsuit rubbed against her skin and she loved it. She felt invigorated, aroused, and just plain erotic. The salesgirl ran her fingers on the diamond design on her chest and on the black near her crotch, allowing for a look akin to extreme arousal take over her face.

The girl looked at herself in the mirror, her wood-brown skin was enhanced tenfold. Now that the black, yellow-and-green swimsuit covered most of her body, her curves looked enhanced, her breasts looked more prominent, her legs longer and slender. She was simply an erotic vision.

She cupped her diamond-covered breast and then slowly moved her hands down her encased body, rejoicing at just how good the swimsuit felt over her skin.

The salesgirl spent quite some time locked in that changing room, enjoying her swimsuit and her body.

* * *

The man had a red basket hanging from his left arm; it was stacked with one-piece swimsuits all of different designs and styles. He was looking at one red-and-grey swimsuit, inspecting the arrow-like designs that covered it all over. He caressed its smoothness and made sure it was the kind he wanted before placing it in the basket with the rest.

The salesgirl sneaked behind him, a shy smile on her face as she softly tapped the man’s shoulder. The white-haired man was slightly startled but managed to maintain a calmed visage before turning around, a smile brightening up his fine features as he laid eyes on the black-haired girl. Her eyes were glazed and her face flushed.

She whispered something and grabbed the neck of her t-shirt with her left hand and slowly lowered it, revealing the swimsuit’s logo and some of the green-and-yellow diamonds underneath.

The man’s look softened. “See? Told you it was a marvellously good idea. I bet it feels absolutely great.” He said cheerfully. “Doesn’t it? So tight and encasing, hugging against your skin.”

“Yes.” The girl whispered, her eyes looking at the basket the strange man held, and then at all the swimsuits around her. “It feels good.” She added with a moan.

“Well, miss... Eh... You must excuse me, my lady, but I didn’t quite catch your name.” He said with an honest look of worry while his free hand caressed his white hair.

“Caddie.” Whispered the salesgirl, her right hand mindlessly rubbing her shirt against the swimsuit underneath.

“And you may call me Lord Herrera, lady Caddie.” The white-haired man said, his eyes beaming with absolute joy.

Caddie shyly looked at Lord Herrera’s mismatched, sapphire and ruby eyes. She suddenly felt Lord Herrera’s soft hands on her shoulders, slightly rubbing the swimsuit underneath.

“It feels absolutely breathtaking, doesn’t it?” He said.

“Yes.” Whispered Caddie. “It feels so good.” She shuddered, her right hand moving under her t-shirt and over the swimsuit.

Lord Herrera then took a small, brown card out of his pocket. He took Caddie’s hand in his own and placed the card on her palm.

“I want you to go to the address on this card—that would be my house—and bring quite an amount of delicious swimsuits with you.” Caddie heard him speak in layers; seven different voices speaking in seven different tones.

She simply smiled and nodded.

Lord Herrera took the red plastic basket and walked out of the swimsuit section of the store, past a salesgirl that was about to inquire about him taking merchandize without paying. Lord Herrera had only to look into the girl’s eyes for her to not bother him and focus on more pressing matters. As the jingle of bells announced, he ultimately walked out of the store.

Curiously, he actually forgot to get what he had come to the store for.

Caddie, with the swimsuit under her clothes, mindlessly caressing the garment she now found to be the queen of sexual garments. Her mind was blank but for the words Lord Herrera spoke, until the jingle of bells brought her back to reality and to the costumer walking around the vicinity of the swimsuit section.

“May I help you?” Caddie said with a salesgirl’s cheerful tone to yet another customer.

Indeed she wanted to help the customer; Caddie wanted to show her just how erotic and delicious the swimsuits could be. And, perhaps, she did.

* * *

Caddie was chastising herself; she was frustrated at being frustrated and confused as to why she was confused. Days before she had promised to meet with an old friend, a very dear friend she hasn’t seen in years. Caddie had been as eager to meet with her friend as trees are eager for water.

But now she wasn’t so eager. She still wanted to go, but something told her otherwise. Caddie couldn’t remember exactly what happened two days ago except that she had to meet a very curious man—Lord Herrera—at the address on the card.

She reclined on her car’s driver’s seat, cellphone tightly held in one hand and card slightly crushed in the other.

What to do? What to do? She mused, looking at each item.

Caddie moved in her seat, rubbing her clothing against her swimsuit underneath her clothes; she couldn’t help but feel a bit excited. Should I accept the white-haired man’s invitation? She asked herself while she mindlessly rubbed her swimsuit-covered back against the seat. But what if he is a rapist? That can’t be, She kept on telling herself, he was too nice a person and dressed in such a conspicuouss way.

Or perhaps he was just a crazy person.

Could she dump her friend in favour of so shady a person?

But what if he had the keys for her dreams to come true?

The question came out of nowhere and it stroke a nerve. She absentmindedly began rubbing the blue swimsuit under her clothes as she felt a dread and sorrow befall her. Caddie remembered the event that forced her to work in the dreadful sports shop. She took a deep breath and shuddered; the feeling was like a car crashing against her body.

Caddie looked at herself in the car’s rear-view mirror, smiling faintly. She then thought of something. She looked around the parking lot, making sure no one would see her, and then took of her blouse to reveal the blue swimsuit she was wearing underneath.

Caddie suppressed a giggle and then quickly put on the blouse back on. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her sex was starting to call for attention—that little thrill was what she needed to distract her thoughts.

Caddie looked at the card and at her cellphone once more. She tightened her grip on both items, crushing one and making the other do synthetic sounds before she threw them on the back of her car and drove away.