TRANCE, Inc. — Chapter 5
I rubbed my eyes wearily and muted the audio file playing through my earphones. A yawn forced its way through my body and I stretched, my muscles sore and tense. I was seated on the lone barstool at my kitchen island, my glowing laptop and a single lamp the only light sources in my darkened apartment.
God, I thought as I glanced at the digital clock on the microwave. Is it really that early? The green numbers told me it was 6:30 in the morning, and I groaned. I wanted to lay down with my head on my arms and sleep, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to. Instead, I reached out for the cup of black coffee beside the black-shelled computer and tipped a large swallow down my throat. I had hit the dregs at the bottom of the brew, but I could barely taste it anymore. I hadn’t kept count, but to keep myself awake I’d definitely drunk a number of cups that enumerated into the double digits.
The generic white mug clattered softly on the counter as I placed it down, and I smirked tiredly as I read the swirling, artsy cursive script that had been drawn onto the ceramic. World’s Best Master, it read in Sharpie, and it had a bunch of little red hearts dancing around the words. Amber had made it for me as a joke when I’d asked her to be my girlfriend. I kept it out of sight of company.
Twisting in my chair, I grunted softly as I felt my lower back pop-pop-pop and release some of the tension that had built up after having spent hours hunched over my computer trying to decipher the secrets of the little green drive currently inserted into the USB port. I scowled at the thing and bit my lip, then tried to come up with another angle of attack.
Fact: Mike Lassiter, TRANCE, Inc.’s Director of Talent Management, was going to come into the office at 9am on this Monday morning.
Fact: He was going to quickly realize that the USB drive where he kept the audio and video files for his hypnotic brainwashing protocol was missing.
Fact: He would also realize that the only reason someone would take the drive was because they had figured out his secret — he was using mind control to brainwash and program TRANCE’s bevy of pornstars to make them into perfectly willing, submissive and enthusiastic bimbo playthings.
And if I were in Lassiter’s place, I knew what I would do. I would set up some sort of meeting with each of the actresses, or all of them at once. Then, I would trigger them into a hypnotic trance, reprogram them and question them to ascertain which one of them had been found out... and by whom. Finally, that very special someone who had dared to fuck with my plans would be fired and prevented from ever having contact with the company or its actresses again.
Or... I swallowed. TRANCE was the biggest adult entertainment company in the country, maybe on the planet. They were generating hundreds of millions in revenue. They might not even squirm at the idea of...eliminating... someone who could potentially uncover their biggest secret.
Who ever would have thought, I wondered, that I would fear being executed by hitmen working for a porn company? The idea almost made me laugh... in a dark, twisted and slightly frightened sort of way.
I shook my head and tried to focus through the buzz of caffeine and the fuzz of sleep deprivation that shared space in my brain. And that’s why you need to figure this thing out...
I had separated Lassiter’s files into two parts — video and audio — which helped to diminish their effects. Still, I had to make sure not to lose concentration as I listened and watched, because the ensnaring effects of Lassiter’s creations were strangely powerful. Something about the strobing shapes and colors drew me into the screen, and some intangible quality to the musical beats in my ears made me want to relax, space out and absorb commands beyond the edge of my conscious hearing. I’m glad I hadn’t been stupid enough to watch both at the same time. I might have ended up as suggestible as...
My girls chose that moment to walk into the kitchen. Each of them was drop-dead gorgeous with a happy, refreshed expression, hair worn loose and tousled from sleep and nothing else on except a thong and one of my old teeshirts. They queued up to say good morning — brunette, redhead, redhead, blonde.
Victoria, my dark-haired lover and current boss, came over with sleepy smile curling across her full lips. “Morning, baby,” she murmured as she gave me a soft kiss on the cheek, scooping up my empty mug and taking it over to the sink.
I groaned something in response that might have translated to “Good morning” but could just as easily have been “Help...”
Next in line, Daisy smiled cutely at me while her identical twin sister bit her lip with a naughty gleam in her eye. Don’t ask me how I knew which was which. Maybe it was something in the way they carried themselves, but my twin pornstar babes looked as alike as two peas in a pod. Both were slim and supple, with the gorgeous allure of 18-year-olds who were still young enough to give me innocent, angelic looks right before I fucked them senseless.
The redheads both leaned in at the same time and kissed me chastely on opposite cheeks. “Good morning, handsome,” they chimed in unison, then giggled and shot each other amused glances.
The procession of beautiful women was waking me up better than the coffee, and I was able to give them both a weary smile as I glanced left and right. “Hey, girls,” I responded as they went to the cabinet and fished for coffee mugs of their own.
Amber brought up the rear. She dimpled affectionately over my shoulder at the other women bustling around the kitchen, then hit me with a gorgeous, glowing smile. I turned on the barstool as she stepped up close and wrapped her arms around my neck, and I lowered my head so my forehead rested at the base of her throat. My hands went to her hips and found smooth, soft skin as I took a long, deep breath.
“How’s my man doing this morning?” Amber asked fondly, her fingers running through my hair as her sweet scent tingled through my body.
I didn’t answer for a moment as I felt my muscles relax and release tension I hadn’t even known they were holding. Then, I looked up into her face. My hands slid up under the soft grey teeshirt she wore as I stood, bunching the fabric up under her full, round breasts. I saw her pupils go wide and her lips part as I leaned in and kissed her on the mouth, a soft moan escaping her.
She melted against me, her tits pressing into my chest so that I could feel her nipples hardening through the thin fabric. My hands brushed down her sides and slid around her waist, dropping lower as I sank my fingers into her muscular ass. Her malleable flesh gave under my fingers and I felt her groan low in her throat, her hips grinding up against mine.
We broke apart, both panting softly. “I’m worried,” I admitted, breaking contact with her gorgeous blue eyes as I glanced over at the dark computer screen. “I can’t figure out how to reverse-engineer this hypnotic conditioning program and I only have a couple hours before Lassiter comes in for work and realizes it’s missing.”
Conversing with Amber last night, I’d come to a fantastic realization. Some part of Lassiter’s programming had made certain that even if the girls were made aware that they’d been hypnotized, they didn’t mind in the slightest. I had been so stressed that revealing their conditioning would bring my house of cards tumbling down, but all of the women had assured me that it didn’t change their feelings for me in the slightest.
I guess I should be grateful for the little things.
Amber pursed her lips and looked thoughtful as she drew back slightly, gazing off into the distance as though searching for an idea. Then, she shook her head, long blonde locks waving from side to side.
“Do you need to figure it out?” Victoria’s voice was pensive, and I turned to look at the curvy brunette where she stood at the counter, stirring sugar into her cup of coffee. Her dark brown eyes met mine and her gaze was equally musing.
“What do you mean?” I asked tiredly. “I need to figure out how the program works so I can use it on Lassiter and make sure he doesn’t come after us...”
Victoria raised an eyebrow, her expression disturbingly similar to the condescending look she used to give me at work when she had only been my bitchy, demanding boss and not my hypnotized lover. “So what you really need to do,” she said, “is make sure that that man sees the recording. Then you can program him however you want to, right? There’s no requirement for you to know how it works...“
I thought about that for a second. Then, I thought about it for another second when I realized that I hadn’t immediately found a flaw in her logic. I’d based my entire plan on the assumption that I would need to rework and create a specialized version of the hypnotic video for Lassiter in order to make sure he wouldn’t fuck with me or my girls. I’d just assumed that since Lassiter’s original video was designed to reprogram women into mindless sex puppets it wouldn’t work for my purposes.
But I don’t need all of the functionality to work, I realized. Just as long as it makes him obedient... “That’s all I need!” I gasped, surprised that I’d missed such a simple solution. I sprang up from the barstool with renewed energy and crossed the small kitchen to Victoria in two long strides.
The statuesque brunette grinned confidently at me as I wrapped my arms around her waist and swung her up in to the air. I spun in a circle, Victoria giggling like a teenager as I set her bare feet back on the tiled floor. Her eyes gleamed delightedly as I bent forward and kissed her, my hands reaching up to cup her cheeks and pulling her into me. The woman’s tongue slipped between her lips and explored my mouth, and I returned the favor. Even as I did, I let my fingers reach up and run through in her hair, teasing and tangling in the dark, wavy locks.
I finally pulled back, out of breath.
Victoria’s chest was rising and falling as she panted, her eyes bright with a growing fire. Her cheeks were flushed and she bit her lip as she looked up at me through her lashes.
I let out a theatrical sigh. “And this is why you’re the boss!” I told her with a grin.
“Mmm...” Victoria murmured wordlessly, stepping in close and reaching up, grasping the front of my shirt in her fingers. “Not the boss anywhere that matters... Master...”
I groaned softly, the title never failing to shoot a pint of blood directly through my male ego into my cock. I felt myself growing harder as Victoria pulled herself up against me and ground her pelvis against my awakening erection.
“Do you feel less worried, baby?” she teased, standing on tiptoe to kiss up my jawline. She gently nipped my earlobe as she whispered naughtily, “Did your hot, slutty little fucktoy earn a reward?”
“God...” I gasped almost inaudibly as her fingers slithered down under the waistband of my boxers and circled around my cock. I loved it when my women talked dirty to me. Several confident strokes and I was at full hardness, my length throbbing against her palm.
“How can I...” I stumbled over my words as she gave me several more delightful strokes. “... reward such good behavior?”
Victoria took a short step back and unconsciously licked her lips. Her eyes slid down my body as she slid to her knees and freed my cock so that the red, urgently needy head was at eye level. “I think I know just the thing to reward your naughty girl...” she told me, dark brown eyes blazing up into mine for just a moment.
I groaned again as she leaned forward and her mouth enveloped me in its hot, wet sheath. As my gorgeous boss began to bob her head up and down, lathering my achingly hard shaft with her saliva, I couldn’t help but close my eyes blissfully. You lucky devil, I thought. And some man thought he could take all this away from me...
It was 8:56 am when the girls and I pulled into the TRANCE, Inc. parking lot in a miniature cavalcade. The twins arrived in Carmen’s car, since Daisy’s still in the parking lot from the previous day. Victoria drove herself, her stomach carrying a cup of coffee and a full load of my cum, and Amber drove with me. We were quiet on the ride over — I was nervous about what I needed to do and Amber knew me well enough by now that she didn’t force us to make small talk to mask the unspoken tension.
“I have a shoot today,” Amber reminded me as she leaned over and gave me a peck on the lips before getting out of the car. “But let me know if you need anything and I will be over in an instant.” She fixed me with a mock-serious expression and cocked one hip as she raised an eyebrow. “Understand?“
I couldn’t help but give her a small grin in response. My eyes devoured her in her outfit, a tight yellow crop top that showed off her toned stomach and a pair of cutoff jean shorts that barely covered her deliciously round ass. You’re mine, I thought as I mentally ravished her. Mind and body...
My pornstar girlfriend giggled as she read my mind and gave me a quick twirl, her hair spinning around her shoulders. “You like?” she asked me softly, fixing me with an ardent gaze as I, too, exited the car. The vehicle chirped electronically as I tapped the “Lock” button on the key fob.
“Very much,” I managed through my suddenly dry throat.
Amber glanced around the parking garage. We were a bit late — after Victoria’s “reward” the rest of the girls had wanted some attention as well — so while there were plenty of cars all of their owners were already inside the office building.
“No man satisfies me like you do,” she murmured, sauntering brazenly up to me and placing a hand on my chest.
I felt my heart rate triple. Holy shit this woman is hot... Despite the fact that I’d already cum more than once this morning, I felt my cock twitch in my pants.
“No matter how many shoots I have in a day,” my girlfriend continued, “your cock is the only one that satisfies me...” She let the hand on my chest brush down the front of my shirt and cup the tent in my crotch. She purred.
I swallowed.
Amber’s angelic blue eyes glinted mischievously as she leaned in and kissed me, squeezing lightly as she did.
My cock twitched beneath her palm and I groaned against her soft lips.
She pulled back, laughter in her too-innocent smile. “I’ll be thinking of you,” she murmured as her hand dropped down to her side. “So fix our little problem and tonight me and the girls will make sure you have a good time to look forward to...”
I admired her tight ass in those short jeans as she strolled off, long legs exhibited to perfection in a pair of blocky heels, and wondered whether it bugged me that my girlfriend was going off in that sexy as hell outfit to fuck other men.
It shouldn’t bother me, I tried to tell myself. That’s so hypocritical... I shook my head and pinched the bridge of my nose. “Come on, man,” I scowled at myself. “Focus. Bigger problems to deal with.“
But that sadistic part of my mind, the part that got off on my mental disquiet, wouldn’t shut up. Fucking other men... it whispered. On her knees, begging for their cum... In her, on her, it doesn’t much matter... I gritted my teeth and started walking. Other men triggering her, it continued. Just like you did. Using that trigger phrase to turn her into a submissive bimbo plaything. Just like you did...
My fists were clenched. “Shut. Up!” I growled through gritted teeth.
It’s not like you mean anything to her, it mocked. It’s not like she even means anything to you. You’ve just been using her for sex, after all... It’s tone was sly. Your girlfriend? Ha! What a joke. Have you even been on a proper date?
I swiped my keycard angrily to get in and practically stomped to the elevator.
She doesn’t like you, the voice crowed triumphantly, sensing that it was getting to me. She doesn’t care about you. None of the girls do. It’s all a lie, a delusion that you created because you can’t handle the fact that no one cares about you and...
As you can tell, I had mostly stopped ruminating about my unique relationship issues by the time I’d gotten to my office and sat down at my desk, dropping my backpack on the floor next to me. Yeah, right...
But Amber was right, I had a little problem to deal with. So I sat in the darkened office, not turning on the light, for several long moments. There was no window in my office, apparently quality control geek didn’t merit one, so it was only dimly lit by the light from the hallway coming in under the door. I forced myself to take deep breaths. I forced myself to think about the most immediate problem — Lassiter had doubtless already realized that his electronic files were missing, and he was probably looking for someone to decapitate. I forced myself not to think about Amber, Daisy and Carmen, all getting ready for a day spent filming and fucking... And when I realized that I had cleared my mind as much as I could, I slid my laptop out of the backpack and flipped it open.
The glow of the screen lit up my tiny closet of an office, and I drummed my fingers aimlessly across the keyboard for several moments. Alright, Chance, I ordered. Let’s get this done.
Victoria had made a good point that morning. I didn’t need to understand how Lassiter’s hypnotic mind control brainwashing video worked. I just needed to be able to use it, because the same programming that I’d used to turn three pornstars and my boss into sexy, submissive playthings could be used for a more general purpose... Obedience. And once I had Director Lassiter’s obedience I could make all of our problems disappear.
So all you need to do, I thought, is find a way to get a crafty, cautious man who has turned scores of women into brainwashed bimbos to drink his own Kool-Aid... I wrinkled my nose. Right. Piece of cake.
I didn’t have much of a plan, but I tried to think strategically. “Okay, Chance, stop stalling.” I muttered. “Step one. Reconnaissance.” I stood, slipping my hand into my pocket where the small, green USB drive was lounging innocently. Figure out what’s going on in the world of Mike Lassiter.
I took the elevator up to the twelfth floor and stepped out confidently, acting as if I had everything under control. Despite my calm, steady walk, my eyes darted from side to side as I scanned the HR department for the Director of Talent Management.
I tried not to grimace when I saw him. Yikes.
Director Michael Lassiter had one of those offices with big glass windows on both sides — the indoor and outdoor sides, that is — with blinds that he could draw closed when he needed privacy. Those blinds were currently not being utilized, even though the man inside the office looked like he could have used a moment of privacy.
Mike Lassiter was red in the face, pacing back and forth and yelling into a bluetooth phone that was wrapped around one ear. He was a tall man with brown hair and a clean-shaven face, looking dapper and masterful in a tailored pinstripe suit. I pulled out my phone and lifted it to my own ear, nodding as though listening to instructions as I edged closer. As I did, I noticed that the director’s red power tie was askew, the top button of his white dress shirt was undone and his hair was disheveled as if he constantly ran his fingers through it. These left him with a slightly disheveled appearance, and I had to stop a slightly smug grin from twitching across my face. Apparently the man’s office was soundproofed, because I couldn’t hear even the barest whisper of the shouted conversation, but it seemed like he was tearing some unlucky individual a new one.
My instant of gratification departed in an instant, however, and I felt a flush of shame as I realized that not 24 hours earlier I had masturbated while watching this man hypnotize and fuck one of my lovers in that very office. I felt burning mortification rise and color my cheeks red as I bent my head and paced, pretending to listen carefully into my phone and darting glances at the furious executive.
And you’re upset that Amber is having sex with other men? The voice was back, trying to get me off balance. I dug my fingernails into my palm and shrugged it off. No time for that, I responded angrily, turning on my heel and heading for the elevator. Now that I know where the enemy stands, I can figure out a plan of action. I lowered my phone and slipped it back into my pocket. The first thing I need to do —
“Hey!” a voice cut through the air behind me. “Wait a second!”
Humans have this strange power, or so it seems, to know when words are directed at them. Even without looking, I could tell that the speaker was talking to me. The voice wasn’t loud, but it had an air of authority, and I knew it would blow my cover if I ignored the order.
I halted, wondering furiously who could be trying to stop me, and turned around, smiling amiably. My teeth clenched and my heartbeat doubled as I stared into the stormy gray eyes of TRANCE, Inc.’s Director of Talent Management, Michael Lassiter.
The executive stared into my face with an inscrutable expression, then turned around abruptly. “My office,” he grunted. “Now.”
There’s no way he knows. There’s no way he knows. There’s no way he knows. My mantra kept me from fleeing as I robotically followed the besuited man across the big, open space and into his office. I felt like a terrified deer following a lion back into its den.
There’s no way he knows. I wiped the security tapes.
Lassiter closed the door behind me.
There’s no way he knows. I was so careful.
I watched as the man closed the blinds and the outside world was suddenly shut away.
I took a deep breath, trying to make it as quiet as possible.
“You’re Chance, right?”
I tried not to twitch with the built up tension inside of me as the other man walked around and sat down behind his desk. Surprisingly, he gave me a small, tight smile.
I coughed and nodded, unable to stop the surprise from flitting across my face. He knows who I am? “That’s right, sir.” I kept my reply neutral. What do you want?
“The one-man quality control team?”
I nodded again. “Yes, sir.” Get to the point.
Lassiter sighed and then rubbed his eyes tiredly. “I apologize for being rude, Chance,” he said simply. “I’ve had a rough morning and I need your help.”
What? I was beyond confused, but I let the relief wash over my face in a smile that was actually genuine. “So I’m not fired?” I blurted out before I could stop myself.
The man cocked his head, peering up at me where I stood halfway between his desk and the door. “Of course not!” he replied. “What made you think that?”
I grinned ruefully and rubbed the back of my neck with one hand. Something I’ve learned about lying — it’s harder to fake feelings than words, so it works best when you let some genuine emotions through, while making sure that your words mislead. “Well...” I muttered. “Getting randomly called into an office by the head of the HR department...” I trailed off and raised my eyebrows meaningfully.
The other man shook his head and smiled understandingly. “I apologize, Chance,” he said, raising his hands in a conciliatory gesture. “I wasn’t thinking about what you would think, and I understand how you must have felt for a minute there. I’m sorry for worrying you.” His gray eyes were genuine and full of sympathy as he gave me a hopeful look.
Damn, this guy is good, I thought as I let my shoulders slump in a relief that was all to real. He’s almost got me liking him.
“It’s just that I need your help with something,” the executive continued, his smile turning into a rueful quirk of his lips. “And the matter is quite urgent. It involves a breach in company security.”
My mask was now firmly in place, so I let a furrow darken my brow as I gave the man who was probably my boss’s boss’s boss a concerned look. “What happened?” I asked, trying my best to look worried and curious. “And why do you need me?”
Mike Lassiter’s look grew more serious. “Let’s just say it’s a delicate matter that involves a data security breach,” he said. “Important information was stolen and I need to figure out who took it and why.”
You’re staring right at him, I thought, some part of my brain somehow able to be cocky in spite of the delicate nature of the situation. “Isn’t that a matter for the company security team?” I responded instead.
“Usually, you’d be right,” Lassiter nodded. “But somehow the security footage that might help us figure out who did this was wiped, and this makes me worry that I can’t trust the security team. That’s what led me to you. If I remember correctly from your resume when we hired you, you majored in Computer Science with a concentration in Security.”
Damn, I thought. With a memory like that no wonder the guy is in charge of talent management. “That’s right,” I said, nodding. “I guess if you really need my help...” I trailed off and tried to look both serious and eager to be of service.
You still need to get this guy, I reminded myself silently. Think, dammit. How are you going to do it?
Lassiter gave a sigh of relief and nodded his head. “Thank you, Chance. You are a life saver.” He beckoned me closer and gave me a knowing look. “And I won’t forget this when it comes time for end of the year bonuses.” The man winked confidently at me. “Who knows, you might even be looking at a raise and a promotion.”
I squared my shoulders and gave him a firm nod. “Let me help you find our security breach. Tell me what you know.”
The man stood, straightening his pinstripe jacket and gesturing for me to sit in his chair. I crossed the room and circled his desk then sank down into the comfortable throne. For a second, I wondered how many times Lassiter had sat in this chair and brainwashed unsuspecting actresses before ordering them down onto their knees before him, or before bending them over the desk and fucking them senseless. Inexplicably, I found myself getting a little hard, imagining myself in his place.
Then, I imagined Amber kneeling at this man’s feet, mindlessly sucking his cock and moaning as he used it to pound her tight, wet pussy until they both — Focus! I snapped at myself, and forced myself to glance up at the man as he stood over my shoulder. “So,” I prompted, ignoring the upset feeling in my stomach and doing everything I could to not think about my girlfriend the pornstar.
As Lassiter explained the situation I zoned out, trying to figure out what do to. I was going to try and use the USB drive in my pocket to turn this man into a mindless zombie, all while pretending to find the same USB. Which I had stolen. Piece of cake.
I coughed softly, cutting the executive off as a plan burgeoned into existence in my mind.
The man stopped himself mid-sentence, looking down at me cautiously.
“I think I’ve heard enough to work with,” I said cryptically, nodding astutely and trying to look like the experienced security techie he apparently thought I was.
“You do?” Lassiter looked hopeful but unconvinced.
I nodded some more. “I’ll do what I can. Can you do me a favor though?” I asked.
The man nodded, straightening his tie. “In return for your help?” he responded rhetorically. “You name it.”
I smiled and shook my head. “Nothing major. I’d just like a cup of water from the cooler outside. It’ll help me clear my head.”
Lassiter smiled back and nodded, eager to help. “Sure thing, Chance. I’ll be back in a minute.” He tightened the red power tie, tweaked the cuffs of his starched white dress shirt and strode out of the room. I could already tell that his step was lighter, his mind at ease now that he’d delegated responsibility to a supposedly expert aide.
I anticipated it would take the executive maybe 45 seconds to cross the floor, grab me a cup of water and return, so I didn’t have long. I fumbled in my pocket and pulled out the green USB, wishing as I did that I’d been smart enough to make a copy of the incriminating files before I’d returned to the office. Idiot! I thought to myself as I stabbed it into the side of the laptop. That’s Blackmail 101. I was lucky that the man had already logged into his account, I didn’t have a second to waste.
Lassiter was just coming through the door as I clicked into the folder, opened up the video file and froze it an instant before it could start playing. He closed the door behind himself and I gave an internal sigh of relief. The room was now soundproof, and the blinds would make sure that no one could see what went on inside.
“I think I’ve got something here,” I said with a fake hopefulness in my voice, surreptitiously making sure that the sound on his computer was turned up to the max as I expanded the video file to full screen and then, with a click, switched it into another tab. “Come look?”
“Already?” Lassiter put the paper cup in his hand down hurriedly and walked quickly around the desk. He was greeted by the sight of his usual desktop background and gave me a confused look.
I just stood and gestured for him to sit in his seat. He did so trustingly, then looked up as I leaned over his shoulder.
Alright, Chance, I told myself as I took a deep breath. This is your one shot. Don’t fucking blow it.
“Show me what you found,” Lassiter said eagerly, and I let out the breath.
Now! I clicked open the video and hit the Space bar to play it, flicking my eyes away from the screen even as the music I’d been listening to all night blasted through the speakers and filled the office.
Lassiter gave a strangled grunt as he instantly realized something was amiss. Still, even as he started to rise from his seat his legs collapsed beneath him and I saw his shoulders slump in my peripheral vision.
“No...” I heard him mutter weakly. “Stop...” I darted a glimpse at the screen, not focusing my eyes as I flicked over it, and I saw that it was awash with the same flashing lights, shapes and colors that had kept me up the entire night. The crashing waves of the electronic beat pulsed through the office, and second by second I saw TRANCE’s Director of Talent Management slumping lower in his chair.
Maneuvering around the desk and keeping my eyes fixed anywhere but on the computer screen, I finally got a chance to admire my handiwork.
Mike Lassiter’s face was slack, his eyes wide as he stared into the depths of his own creation.
Then, even as I watched, his eyes began to glaze over and his lips moved, responding to commands being subliminally projected into his mind.
“I will obey...” he muttered, his smooth, confident voice now devoid of feeling.
Yesterday, when it had been Daisy and Carmen murmuring submissively, I had instantly grown hard as a bar of steel in my pants. Now, hearing a grown man say those words, the only feeling I had was instant and powerful discomfort. This is so awkward... I thought. This video is literally turning that man into a mindless bimbo sex slave... I shivered at the pure awkwardness of the situation.
“I will listen and obey...” Lassiter continued. “I have no mind. I have no will. I cannot leave. I live to serve...”
I took a deep breath. “Get ahold of yourself,” I muttered, ignoring the music pumping through the speakers of the desktop computer. “This is the only solution you could come up with. So now you fucking deal with the problem.”
I sat on the edge of the besuited man’s desk, leaning on one arm as I bent to look the man in the face.
Mike Lassiter didn’t react, his eyes locked on the flickering screen.
“Alright, Mike,” I heard myself saying, as though reading from a script that I’d memorized without my knowledge. “It’s time for you and me to have a chat...”
I quietly shut the front door of the apartment and locked it behind me. Walking down the short hallway to the kitchen, I pulled my cellphone out of my pocket and set it carefully on the countertop. Then, I grabbed a tall glass from the cabinet and filled it with water from the tap. I sat down heavily on the same barstool that had seated me the entire night. I took a long sip.
The water was cool and surprisingly refreshing, but it didn’t help me feel much better.
The phone buzzed and I nodded to myself as I saw the name on the screen. Perfect.
I clicked to answer and held it up to my ear. “Hello?”
“It’s Mike Lassiter, Sir.” The man’s voice was calm and in control once again, but now there was an undercurrent of deference.
“What is it, Mike?” I asked, trying to project a commanding edge into my tone.
“I did what you asked, Sir,” the man responded. “All incriminating files to do with TRANCE, Inc.’s hypnotic programming and mind control protocols have been copied onto a new flash drive. I hand delivered this drive to your office and slid it under the door. You’ll find it waiting for you when you return tomorrow morning.”
“Good.” I wasn’t up for much more than monosyllables at this point, the sleepless night finally starting to hit me. My eyelids felt like they were tied to anvils as they repeatedly flickered and attempted to slam shut.
“Will there be anything else, Sir?” Mike’s voice was eager to please.
Good. That means I’m still good at this post-hypnotic programming thing. “Not for now, Mike,” I answered. “Thanks.” I hung up as he cheerfully declared that he was happy to do whatever I commanded.
I was tired. I was exhausted, actually. I wanted Amber. I wanted Daisy and Carmen and Victoria. I wanted to just relax and sleep for hours and wake up to love and affection and know that the man who had threatened that feeling had been stopped. That I had stopped him.
You don’t get Amber back for hours. The nasty corner of my mind was back, the voice that enjoyed when I thought about things I didn’t want to think about.
I glanced at the clock on the microwave. The voice was right, it was barely noon.
You don’t get to have any of your girls right now, it continued. They’re all busy... It didn’t need to finish the thought. The rest of my brain gladly filled in.
As TRANCE’s quality control technician, I’d watched hours of videos of my girls. After all, it had been a result of that experience that I’d realized Amber had a secret trigger phrase. Still, at this moment I wished I didn’t have such a clear memory of the sights and sounds flashing through my mind.
Amber, on her knees, full lips wrapped around some other man’s thick cock, her bright blue eyes glazed and wanton...
Daisy, her slim figure bent over a school desk as her “teacher” pounded her from behind...
Carmen, on her back in bed with her legs spread, begging “Daddy” to teach her how to be a good little girl...
“Stop!” I growled, and shook my head tiredly. I felt like the bull in a Spanish arena being pricked over and over by a matador with his red cape and long sword.
As I shook my head, I glanced out the kitchen window and realized, with surprise, that across the gap between my building and the next there was another kitchen window. I’d never looked inside before during the day since I was always at work, and now I was amazed to see a fantastic sight.
A curvy, platinum blonde figure, wearing nothing but a pink bra and pair of fluorescent yoga pants, was standing by the window doing dishes at her kitchen sink.
My brain, already far too tired, tried to remember who lived there. It took me a second before I recalled that it was owned by a sorority house. My mouth went dry. No... It was too easy. As I shifted positions on the barstool, I glanced down in surprise.
My work pants were tented at the crotch, my cock hard and throbbing with energy at the sight of a nubile, mostly-naked female form.
Looking back up, I saw the girl finish the dishes and sashay into the other room. The floor plan in the adjacent building was more open, so I could see all the way through to where she had a yoga mat set up in the middle of the living room. I watched, spellbound, as this gorgeous creature adopted a neutral pose with her back to the window and then bent down, unintentionally presenting me with a perfect view of her sculpted derriere.
My cock zinged as a bolt of energy jolted through me. You know what you need? my exhausted brain reasoned to me. You need to show your girls that you can go elsewhere for sex, just like they do.
I grinned loopily. Perfect plan. I looked out my kitchen window again and into the adjacent apartment. The sorority girl was contorting into some other yoga pose, but all I could think was that her flexible body was getting warmed up and ready for me.
I scooped up my phone from the counter and headed for the front door.
It didn’t matter to me that no part of this was logical. It didn’t matter what I knew to be fact — for Amber, Daisy and Carmen all that sex at TRANCE was just a job. Amber had told me as much this morning. All that mattered in that moment was shutting up the little voice in my head that kept reminding me over and over what my girlfriend and twin teenage lovers were doing all day.
I opened the front door and pushed all that from my mind. I took a deep breath, and tried to adjust the aching hard-on in my pants to make it less noticeable. Then, with a sleep deprived grin, I strode confidently down the stairs.
I knocked and waited, bouncing on the balls of my feet. My reason and logic, chasing about a dozen steps behind, caught up to me a few seconds late.
What the fuck are you doing? they demanded. You think you can just waltz over and into some strange girl’s pants? Are you insane?
I shook them off like troublesome flies. Watch and learn, boys, a far more primal part of my brain responded smugly. It was the part of my brain that was only devoted to thinking about two things — sex, and how to get it. It was also a part of my brain that was usually kept in check. Now, though, with about 3 hours of sleep in the past 36 hours, no holds were barred.
The logical sliver of Chance’s consciousness was grumbling something about “avoiding sexual assault charges” when the door to the apartment opened and even he shut up.
“Hello?” the girl asked cautiously.
She was gorgeous. I’m sure I stood there for a half a dozen seconds just staring, and it’s a wonder my jaw didn’t drop open.
She was fairly tall, just a couple inches shorter than me, with long, wavy, platinum blonde hair and blue eyes that would have looked innocent except for the dark lashes and eyeliner that had a powerful aura of sensuality. She wore the same bright yoga pants, which clung to her lithe legs, but had thrown a loose gray tee over the pink bra. Her cheeks were flushed from the yoga and she looked a little out of breath — maybe from dashing and throwing on the shirt before coming to open the door.
Even as I processed all of this, though, Chance’s primal brain was taking over, launching smoothly into an introduction. “Hi!” I said brightly, a genuine smile — not too big and cheesy but not too small and insincere — warming my face. “I’m Chance. I’m actually your neighbor one door down,” I gestured vaguely towards my building, “and I was hoping I could get your help with something.” I let my grin become a little more hopeful, and raised my eyebrows quizzically.
Assured that I wasn’t a psychopath or an encyclopedia salesman, the girl opened the door a little wider and cocked her head at me. “What’s that?” she asked, not inviting me in but at least not slamming the door in my face.
“Well,” I responded, flying completely blind. “I’m actually an app developer and I was wondering if I could have a few minutes of your time to try out this new meditation app I designed.”
If she does yoga, she’s probably into meditation, too, right? I guess that was the reasoning my primal brain was using when it took the drivers seat. The rest of me wasn’t so sure, but at that point my logic was just along for the ride.
The girl’s expression brightened, though, which I suppose meant the gamble paid off. “Sounds interesting,” she said brightly, and smiled at me, stepping out of the doorway. “Would you like to come in?”
I stepped into the apartment, being very careful not to get too close to the young woman and spook her.
“I’m Mia, by the way,” the sorority girl said as she turned to take me deeper into the apartment.
I didn’t even try to resist the urge to stare, hypnotized, at her round, muscular ass bouncing with every step in those yoga pants. Mia’s sweet vanilla perfume, hanging tantalizingly in the air behind her, hit me as she led me back into the living room where I’d seen her doing yoga just minutes before. I swallowed as my heartbeat sped up and my cock throbbed desperately.
“Please excuse all this,” the blonde said apologetically, motioning to the mostly neat room with the coffee table pushed out of the way to make space for the yoga mat. “You got me in the middle of my afternoon yoga.”
I coughed to clear my throat and managed to get out, “Please don’t worry about it. I’m just grateful for the few minutes of your time.” I tried to smile again but I don’t think I had any function left in my brain as all my blood rushed south.
Luckily, Mia was too busy fussing around the place to notice. “Please, sit,” she offered, gesturing at the couch, and I sank down gratefully, pulling a pillow into my lap to cover my very obvious erection. My eyes ravished the young twenty-something as she knelt and began to roll up the yoga matt, admiring the smooth curve of her hips and ass and the plump roundness of her breasts.
Okay, logical Chance admitted grudgingly. This was a good plan.
After leaning the rolled up mat neatly in the corner and pulling the coffee table back into place, Mia nodded to herself, apparently satisfied that the space was suitable for visitors. Her breasts bounced beneath the tee shirt in a very distracting way as she plopped down at the other end of the couch, but she looked at me expectantly so I pretended to be admiring the room’s decor instead, giving it a cursory sweep of the eyes.
“So...” Mia asked, clapping her hands together and then rubbing them in a gesture of eagerness. “Want to show me this cool new app?”
“Oh! Yes! Right...” I nodded rapidly as I fished in my pocket and pulled out my smartphone, unlocking it and swiping around for a moment to find what I needed — my copy of the video file Mike Lassiter had been using to entrance and brainwash dozens of TRANCE, Inc. actresses. I had used it the previous night to successfully induce Amber into a thoughtless, obedient trance, and could only hope that it worked with complete strangers as well.
Mia scooted a little closer, trying to peer at the screen.
I gave her an enigmatic smile and pulled a pair of earphones from my pocket. “Put these in?” I asked her. “There’s an audio component that’s vital to the app’s functionality.”
The beautiful sorority girl nodded brightly and tucked her hair behind her ears as she reached out for the earphones. I plugged them in, still not showing her the screen of my smartphone.
“So how does it work?” Mia asked curiously, giving me a cute, expectant smile.
Fingers crossed, I thought. I flipped the phone around, hitting the play button and praying that I wasn’t about to make a huge mistake. “Like this,” I said, and a blast of music flew through the earphones and smashed straight into her surprised brain.
The blonde flinched as the unexpectedly loud, pulsating beat danced into her eardrums, but the instant her eyes locked onto the video her body froze up.
Come on... I hoped silently, not sure what to expect. I’d never seen Lassiter’s video go to work on someone for the first time, and I had to gamble that it was just as effective.
Mia stared at the device, her blue eyes wide and surprised, her pink lips opened slightly in a small O of shock. She let out a little gasp, and I swear it was the same sound Daisy and Carmen made as I sank balls deep in their tight, wet little pussies.
I growled low in my throat, my throbbing cock begging me to rip off Mia’s clothes and thrust myself inside of her.
The gorgeous young woman didn’t even notice, her eyes barely blinking as she stared at the device held in my — slightly-trembling — hand.
“Mia...?” I tried softly. “Can you hear me?”
No response. The coed’s pupils were dilating, her expression relaxing from surprise to neutrality, but I was a little worried. Usually the video worked a lot more quickly than —
“I will obey...”
The girl’s words surprised me so much I nearly fumbled the phone out of my hand. Her voice was soft, complacent, submissive... Just how I liked it. Her eyes were glazing over now, her eyelids heavy as the subliminal hypnotic messaging drilled deep into her subconscious mind.
“I will listen and obey...”
I swallowed, my body suddenly tingling with anticipation. Wait for it... I knew I had to be patient, to let the programming do its work before I could have my way with this compliant, submissive young woman, but I could barely hold myself in check.
“I have no mind. I have no will. I cannot leave. I live to serve...”
I had an idea. I shifted on the couch, spreading my knees and shifting the pillow to reveal the bar of steel threatening to rip through the crotch of my pants. I dropped the pillow on the ground, shoving the coffee table away with one foot. “Mia...” I murmured softly. “Can you hear me?”
“I cannot leave. My body is yours. My mind is yours. My mouth is yours. My ass is yours. My tits are yours. My pussy is yours...”
The words sent a shiver of lust down my body. “Good girl...” I groaned softly. “If you can hear me, I want you to get on your knees for me now...” The girl started to move before I finished, and I hurriedly added, “— but don’t stop watching the video. It’s very important that you don’t stop watching the video.”
I was surprised she could hear anything with the music blasting into her ears, but the blonde nodded, her platinum locks brushing against her smooth cheeks. “Yes, Sir...” she sighed breathily. “I hear and obey...”
Mia nodded complacently and gracefully knelt at my feet on the pillow, her smoky blue eyes staring into the video on my phone like it was the most important and interesting thing in the world. With one hand holding the video in front of her face, I undid my work pants and freed my throbbing length, the red and needy head of my cock now mere inches from the gorgeous girl’s full mouth.
I could see the flashing colors from the video wash across her face, and Mia never even reacted as her eyes dilated wider.
“I hear and obey...” she sighed. “I live to serve...”
My cock pulsed insistently. “Alright, Mia...” I said through a dry mouth. “I want you to take my cock in your mouth and suck it. Whatever you do, though, don’t stop watching the video.” I needed her to finish the video, just in case there was something in there that was important towards the end, maybe something that solidified my control. I wish I knew how this thing worked, I thought as the girl murmured obediently and leaned forward.
The oversized gray tee shirt fell open as she leaned down, and I caught a glimpse of mouthwatering cleavage. God... I just want to rip that tee shirt off and — I cut off my own train of thought. Nothing else until she’s seen the whole video, I ordered myself firmly. If I remembered correctly, the whole thing was around ten minutes. I can last that long, can’t I? I thought to myself. After that I can do whatever I want with — Ohmygod...
Mia’s hot, wet mouth wrapped around the head of my cock and my eyes rolled back in my head. Oh fuck... Her mouth was heaven, her tongue teasingly licking at the head while she sucked me deeper, begging my balls to unload down her volcanic throat. I looked down as one of her hands lifted up of its own accord and wrapped around my shaft, slowly beginning to stroke up and down, her eyes never moving from the video I held in one wavering hand.
“Oh god that’s a good girl...” I managed to get out through a constricted throat.
“Mmm, thank you, Sir...” Mia purred, raising her head just long enough to speak her gratitude for the praise before slipping me back between her wet, pink lips.
She sucked harder, leaning down and letting my cock slip easily into her throat, her blue eyes wide and blank as she stared at my phone. I’m not sure whether it was the hypnosis or her experience, but she deepthroated my cock with barely any resistance.
I could feel my aching balls begging for release, begging for me to empty them down into her smooth, tanned stomach, and I don’t know how I managed, but I made it through the rest of the video.
All at once, the flickering lights on her face stopped moving and the soft sound of the music I could hear through Mia’s earphones disappeared. The girl’s eyes slammed shut as her body relaxed, my cock still buried in her mouth. She moaned softly as she slid forward, my shaft going even deeper than before until her nose touched my stomach.
I lowered my hand and let my fingers run through her almost-white hair. Then, she swallowed and I flinched and gasped as a bright jolt of electric pleasure ran through my body. It felt like a dozen hands were massaging my cock at once as she swallowed again around my shaft and then slowly slid back, her eyes opening and staring up adoringly into mine. The phone fell, forgotten, to the pillows from between my nerveless fingers.
My prick slid out of her mouth with a pop and Mia slowly knelt back, jacking me off with one hand while she looked up at me between heavy-lidded eyes. Her tongue slowly licked across her lips, wetting them even further, and then she arched her back, presenting up her tits for my inspection.
“Do you like what you see, Sir?” she asked me throatily. “I belong to you... My mouth and tits and ass and pussy belong to you... My mind and will are yours...” Her voice was simultaneously breathy and low, the perfect combination of shattered innocence and heedless lust.
I didn’t answer her question, simply grunting as I reached down and ripped Mia’s teeshirt in half, gripping it by the low-cut neck and tearing it apart with my hands. All tiredness had left my body. Coursing through me now was the strength of a man taking a woman for the first time, making her his own, claiming her as his. Logic took a back seat as primal instinct took over.
Mia gasped as I reached down and grasped her by the hips, then rose with me as I spun and laid her down onto the couch. I knelt over her, my body between her eagerly spread knees, my hand grasping my cock by its base so the head was aimed directly at the apex of her thighs.
I could see the wetness between her legs through the thin fabric of her colorful yoga pants, and through my heavy breaths I managed to order, “Pants. Off. Now.”
Mia leapt to obey, tearing off the clinging clothes and taking her panties with them. Her trimmed pubic hair was light — apparently blonde was her natural coloring. Her breath was coming fast, her heavy tits rising and falling beneath the pink bra she had worn beneath the shirt.
“Bra too,” I commanded, knowing that if I tried to remove it the thing would take an undue amount of time.
Mia’s hands went behind her back to free the clasp, and as soon as she wriggled free of it I leaned down, my hands grasping her shoulders and pinning her hands beneath her body. The coed’s breath caught and her eyes flashed bright with ardor. She didn’t struggle as I positioned myself carefully, letting the head of my length rest against her dripping slit, the heat of her need radiating out from her entrance like warmth from an open oven.
“Do you want this?” I teased, rocking my hips forward and letting my cock slide across her clit, making her gasp. “You want my long, hard cock inside of you? Filling you up?”
Mia bit her lip, nodding desperately. Her eyes were bright and hot. “Please, Sir...” she begged. “Give it to me... Make me cum all over you... Pin me down and take me like a bitch in heat... Show me you own me...”
Oh fuck that’s hot... My shaft was already wet with her saliva and the coed was dripping, so I had no trouble as I leaned forward and slid inside of her. Beneath me, Mia gasped and clenched her body around me, even just that simple movement making me want to explode immediately.
Easy, tiger... I thought, beginning to slowly stroke in and out of the gorgeous sorority girl’s lithe, tight body. Take your time and —
Suddenly, Mia sat up, eyes blazing, and kissed me full in the mouth. Her lips were warm and soft, beckoning me, and I couldn’t help it. I released her shoulders and freed her hands as my own fingers reached up and wrapped themselves in her hair. Mia’s fingertips scored down my back as her hands came free and wrapped around me, pulling me tighter. The girl’s tongue darted between her lips to explore my mouth, and I found myself moaning hungrily as I did the same.
My rhythm picked up and she lifted her hips to meet mine, our flesh meeting with every thrust. Her inner walls were a hot sheathe around my length, the head of my cock nudging up against the deepest caverns of her core with every plunge.
I opened my eyes and met the blazing blue windows to her soul, and saw that she belonged to me. The supple coed arched her back, her erect nipples brushing against my chest as I pounded inside of her, plumbing her depths with my rock hard shaft.
We broke off our kiss as the girl moaned and came, her breath panting as shudders ran through her muscles. I barely held back my own climax, but instead rode out hers, driving her to even higher peaks as I stroked again and again.
My balls were heavy and tight, aching for release, but I kept an iron grip of control over my body, a skill I’d perfected in the past few weeks.
“Oh yes, Sir!” Mia gasped. “Fuck me harder! Fill me up with your cum! Take me... Own me... Master me...”
So I did. I pulled back and out, letting my cock slip free for only a moment as I reached down and flipped Mia over onto her stomach.
The gorgeous coed gasped with lust and was immediately on her hands and knees, her ass in my lap as she desperately tried to slide herself back onto my raging erection.
I reached out and grasped one pert hemisphere of ass in each hand, spreading her apart and baring her dripping sex to my hungry gaze. My throbbing cock parted her outer folds teasingly, and then split her in half as I plowed forward.
The blonde writhed and cried out as she climaxed again, her tight pussy stretching to accommodate me. “Yes, Master!” she moaned, and I immediately noticed the change in title. “Take your dirty little sexdoll however you want.”
A primal grin stretched across my features and my hands shifted from massaging her sculpted derriere to gripping her slim hips.
The sexy coed looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes wild.
Without any preamble, I began to fuck her for real. Her body shook with the power of my every thrust, shuddering with the force of her pleasure and of my pistoning cock. I used my grip on her hips to pull her back into me, and she moved with me, her body begging me to go deeper and deeper with every movement until there was nowhere deeper to go. I could feel her building up again, building up for an even more powerful orgasm than before. She began to gasp, moaning out words as I took control of her body like the video had taken control of her mind.
“Take me on my hands and knees, begging for you to fuck me from behind. Take me on my back, spreading my legs for you like a good little fucktoy. Take me how you want, whenever you want... I belong to you. Anything you want, Master...” Mia trailed off into a wordless cry of ecstasy as she came again, and this time I gave into the tsunami of lust and pleasure.
I came like a fire hose, blasting my spunk inside of her willing womb like I was trying to put out the fire of her lust. My cock spasmed as my muscles clenched, and then I relaxed even as Mia went limp and passed out beneath me, her body overloaded with pleasure.
I sighed and felt exhaustion began to sneak back into my body as the adrenaline drained out of my muscles. “Fuck...” I sighed, pulling out, feeling my body reeling from the exertion. And then again, “Fuck...” My entire body was tingling pleasure, but I knew that I was about ready to collapse right here on Mia’s couch if I didn’t get back home in time.
So instead of reveling in the post-orgasmic high, I glanced around and found my work slacks where I’d kicked them aside. As I struggled to untangle them and stick my poorly-responding limbs back through the leg holes, I leaned down and whispered softly in Mia’s ear.
“Mia, can you hear me?” My voice was a little hoarse, but the blonde coed nodded fractionally.
“Yes, Master,” the girl’s voice was low and entranced. “I hear and obey...”
God I want you again, I thought, but I knew I had to get out before sleep deprivation really got the best of me. “That’s a good girl,” I murmured. “Now... I’m going to tell you a few things and you’re going to listen to them, understand?“
Mia moved her head again in the affirmative. “Mhmm...”
“You’re going to forget this happened,” I began. “Everything that has happened since you heard the knock on the front door is gone from your mind, and in its place you’re going to remember a simple afternoon relaxing on your phone and doing yoga...”
“Yes, Sir...”
“However, in the future if ever you see me, all I have to do is snap my fingers and say the word, ‘Trance,’ and you’ll sink back down to this perfectly mindless, obedient place where you are right now.”
“Mmm...” Mia shifted her body, squirming slightly as though another tingle of pleasure stroked her body at the thought of being my plaything once again.
“Good girl...” I murmured. The girl’s lips were curved into a blissed out smile, and I couldn’t help but smile myself, looking down fondly at the lithe blonde as I stood. “Sleep for a couple more minutes, now, then wake up feeling completely awake, refreshed and relaxed.”
“Oh, one more thing. Do you have a boyfriend?”
Mia nodded slowly, her eyes still closed.
Hey, I thought to the angel that poofed into appearance on my shoulder and looked at me judgmentally. I never claimed to be a saint. “Dump him,” I ordered to sexy coed. “You belong to me now.“
I headed for the door. Behind me, I could just hear the girl’s murmured response. “Anything for you, Master...”
I passed out, fully clothed, the instant my head hit the pillow. I was dead to the world for the best nap of my life, and then I came to when the front door opened and I heard high heeled shoes click-clicking down the front hallway.
“Chance?” It was Amber’s voice, and I smiled sleepily.
Then, in a split second, I remembered what had happened next door. Oh shit... I thought. Did I really cheat on my super hot pornstar girlfriend? This was followed immediately by another thought. Why are you worried? She doesn’t care about you fucking other women.
“Master!” It was Daisy’s voice from the front of the apartment now, breathy and excited as only a teenager’s voice can be.
I grinned fondly at the sound. Suddenly, like a brick to the head, I realized something. What had happened with Mia was purely physical. What I was feeling now — the happiness and excitement I felt around my girls... That’s the important part.
In that moment I understood what Amber had been trying to say earlier. Sex with other people doesn’t have to mean anything, I realized. Whether it’s Amber at her job or me with the hot coed next door... It’s the emotional connection that counts.
Amber opened the door to the bedroom and I sat up with a wide grin, opening my arms. “Come join me, lover?” I asked with a grin. “I have a story to tell you about a very interesting morning.“
Carmen and Daisy crowded into the room after her, already shedding their matching red and blue crop tops and booty shorts to clamber up into the bed.
“Can we join, Master?” Carmen purred.
Daisy gave me a wide-eyed, guileless look as she tossed her red hair over her shoulders. “I promise we can make it worth your while...” Then she ruined the innocent expression by grinning wickedly at her twin. Their green eyes flashed as they slunk toward me up the mattress on all fours, the two 18-year-olds wearing matching baby blue lingerie.
“Of course...” I said, wrapping one arm around each girl and sighing with contentment. “And after that, I can tell you about an extremely exciting afternoon.“
After my realization, I had no qualms about telling Amber and the twins about what happened with Mia that afternoon. Even after I explained why I’d done it — from jealousy, mostly — they’d been extremely understanding. Carmen and Daisy, in fact, were all ready to invite the sorority girl over for a “slumber party” when Amber intervened and reminded them that recruiting girls for “Chance’s little harem” as she dubbed it, was up to me.
The trio all turned and looked at me expectantly.
“Well...?” Amber asked, a twinkle in her brilliant blue eyes.
Somehow, I suspected she already knew what my answer was going to be. “You beauties are more than enough for one man,” I said, winking at my girlfriend and grinning broadly. “In fact, to show you how much I appreciate all of you, I was thinking that tonight I would —”
“Line us up and fuck us one by one?” Daisy interrupted, her eyes smoldering.
“Cover us with your cum to show us we’re your property?” Carmen asked eagerly, kneeling and biting her lip while giving me a provocative look.
“... take you all out to dinner.” I finished with a laugh.
The twins eyes widened and they shared a concerned look.
“Are you upset with us?” Carmen asked, her face falling.
“Do you not want sex anymore?” Daisy’s expression was cuter than a golden retriever puppy’s.
I laughed, and swept them up, one in each arm. “Of course I want sex with you!” I grinned as I kissed each one on the top of the head, then looked into each pair of green eyes deeply. Then, I stared up into Amber’s eyes for a moment before continuing. “But I really want to show you that it means something. And you mean something...“
Three gorgeous women melted at my words, and made
Carmen was the first to come back to herself. “Where should we go?” she asked, looking at me expectantly.
Who ever said that just because your girlfriends started out as mind controlled pornstars you don’t have to treat them right?
I fished my wallet out of my back pocket, then flipped it open and pulled out Mike Lassiter’s debit card. “I’m thinking someplace way too expensive should do the trick.“
The teenagers squealed with delight and started immediately tossing ideas around. Amber just knelt at the bottom of the bed and rubbed my leg affectionately as she watched them. Our eyes met and we both smiled at the same time.
I’m going to fuck you so hard later, I mouthed silently to her.
She grinned wickedly. Yes, Master... she mouthed back, wetting her full lips seductively.
I clapped my hands together to get Daisy and Carmen’s attention. “Alright, everyone,” I declared. “Let’s get dressed for a night on the town and hit the road. We’ll call Victoria on the way and let her know where we’re going.”
All three women looked at each other, then looked at me with glowing expressions. “Yes, Master...” they murmured together, and I felt myself flush with arousal. Then, they all giggled and dashed for their clothes, Amber included.
I smiled. Life looked good. Life is good, I thought to myself. I just never knew how good it could get.