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   Powers

   By

   CSquared



   Chapter 5:



   "You know what?" I said, one day.  "I want a job." "That's a good idea."
Mum remarked.  We were watching a movie we'd rented from the video shop. 
Siobhan was away at a family gathering, and Emma had stayed with me for the
weekend.  "I can probably get you a job where I work, if you want." She
said, not taking her eyes off the screen.  I laughed.  "No, I think that's
out of the question." I replied.  "See, in order to work at a design
company, you have to be able to draw - in fact to have any kind of artistic
talent at all."

   "That's not all we do there, you know.  We also do photoshoots - you
could model for us."

   "Me?  Model?"

   "Yeah.  Some of us happen to think you're pretty attractive, you know."

   "What kind of thing?"

   "We dress up as anime characters and jump around a bit."



   I grinned.  "That sounds like fun.  Anything else I could do?" Emma
nodded.  "Yeah, a few things.  You'd probably end up being a bit of an
odd-job person.  Hey, we could always use another techie to deal with the
computers.  Something's always breaking."



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   And so it was that two days later I found myself walking through the
doors of an unassuming office building.  I wasn't at all certain I was in
the right place, so I checked with the receptionist.  "Excuse me, is this
Stone Balloon?" I asked.  She looked up at me, and smiled.  "Yes, sir.  Who
are you looking for?" "Uh, actually...  I'm not sure what his name is." I
replied.  "See, my girlfriend's Uncle owns the company, and she set me up
an interview with him."

   "Oh, you're Emma's new boyfriend?"

   "Yeah - you know her, then?"

   "Of course, everyone here knows Emma.  You need to take this..." She
handed me a visitor's badge, which I pinned to my shirt, "And get into that
lift there.  Go to the fourth floor, and turn left.  The door you want is
right at the end of the corridor." I smiled.  "Thanks."



   A couple of minutes later, I stood outside the right door.  At least, I
hoped it was the right door.  There was an awful lot of giggling going on
on the other side.  I knocked, and a moment later a voice called, "Come
in." I opened the door, and was greeted by the sight of several
scantily-clad girls sitting around the room, apparently getting very drunk.
There was a desk in the middle of the room, and a man sat on top of it, a
girl leaning against his shoulder.  He had a glass of something in his
hand, and it was well over half gone.  I looked around me in surprise. 
"Yes?" the man asked.  I cleared my throat.  "Uh, I'm looking for the owner
of the company...  am I in the right place?" He nodded.  "Yeah, that's me.
What can I do you for?"



   This brought a fresh round of giggling from the girls, and the man
seemed to be having trouble suppressing laughter himself.  I chuckled a
little when the double meaning sank in.  "Um, well, if you're the guy I'm
looking for, I'm your niece's boyfriend.  Apparently she set me up an
interview with you, regarding a job?" He thought for a second, then
recognition flashed across his face.  "Ah yes, I remember now.  Charlie,
isn't it?  I'm Jamie.  Now, uh..." He looked me up and down.  "What on
Earth are you all dressed up like that for?" I looked down at myself. 
Against what he and the girls were wearing, I did seem a little out of
place.  The girls weren't wearing much at all, and Jamie was clad in jeans
and a t-shirt emblazoned with a geek slogan.  "No, I will not fix your
fucking computer." It read.  I'd wanted that one for years.  I laughed
sheepishly.  "I was always told you should dress smartly for a job
interview."



   He laughed heartily.  "Yeah, sure - for a *normal* interview.  Trust me,
you've probably got the job already, if you're half as good at things as
Emma says you are." I was confused.  "Um, if you don't mind my asking,
what, exactly, has she said I'm good at?" I asked.  Jamie tapped the side
of his nose conspiratorially.  "Ah, you'll just have to find that out
later, won't you." He said, grinning.  "Now, let's get you into something a
little more comfortable, shall we?"



   As he led me through a labyrinth of corridors, we chatted a little.  I
kept getting distracted by things in rooms we passed.  I stopped entirely
when I saw one room, and stared in awe.  Jamie poked his head around the
door, and grinned.  "You noticed our server, then?" My jaw must have been
resting on the floor.  "Can...  can I have one?" I asked, somewhat in a
daze.  Laughing, he grabbed the back of my shirt, and pulled me away. 
Before long, we ended up in a walk-in wardrobe the size of some small
countries.  "Let's see, now..." Jamie said, wandering up and down the
nearby racks.  "If what Emma says is true, then this one should be
appropriate." He pulled a shirt from a rack, and held it up.  On the front,
underlined by the images of about a dozen different screwheads, were the
words, "I void warranties."



   I laughed.  "Perfect." He handed it to me, along with some absolutely
huge jeans, and sent me next door to a changing room.  When I emerged a few
minutes later, I did feel a lot more comfortable.  "Now then." Jamie said.
"What do you think you can bring to this company?" I looked at him in
shock. "I, um...  uh..." I stuttered, trying to think of something to say.
I'd been prepared, but now I was completely off my stride.  He let me
suffer for a moment more, then laughed.  "No, I'm just kidding.  Although I
do have a test for you.  Come with me..."



   Another trek through the maze of corridors, and I was led into a room.
Computers adorned desks everywhere, and sitting at most of the computers
were incredibly attractive girls.  Most of whom were dressed in anime
costumes - the vast majority of which were incredibly skimpy.  My eyes
bulged out of my head.  I found a screwdriver thrust into my hand.  "This
computer's been playing up for days.  See if you can fix it." Jamie said,
and stood back to watch.  I shrugged, and crouched down next to the box
under the desk.  The girl using the computer next to it turned her seat
round to watch.  She was wearing a relatively short skirt, and was sitting
with her legs apart, meaning I could see right up the skirt.  She was not
wearing panties.  She was seemingly oblivious to the view she was giving
me, and kept wiggling her legs from side to side, pulling her pussy lips
apart every time they opened past a certain point.  I clipped my thumb on a
sharp corner because I hadn't been paying attention, and swore.  I shoved
the injured digit into my mouth, and concentrated on the computer.  Within
five minutes I had located the problem (a power cable was loose), fixed it,
and closed the case back up.  The computer then booted perfectly.



   Jamie was smiling.  "Just the kind of guy we need." He said.  "Despite
what Kate here was showing you, you got the job done." I stared at him. 
"So, that was intentional?  I thought that fault seemed too...  deliberate
to be an accident." Jamie grinned at me.  "I think you've got yourself a
job." He said.  "Fancy being a jack-of-all-trades?"

   "What, exactly, would that entail?"

   "Oh, Emma's probably told you most of it already.  General geek, such as
just now, model every now and again, changing room supervisor..."

   "Changing room supervisor?!"

   "Oh yeah, didn't she tell you?  We do a photoshoot every other day, on
average - and most of the girls need help getting into the outfits."

   "I...  OK, fine."

   "Good man.  Shall we go and sign some papers?"

   "Sure thing.  Oh, and Kate?  Thanks for the view."



   She stuck her tongue out and grinned.



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   "Bloody Hell, that Uncle of yours is something else again, isn't he?" I
exclaimed to Emma that evening.  She grinned.  "What did you think of the
workclothes?" Laughing, I replied, "Very nice.  Scantily clad girls, and
geek shirts.  He let me keep this one, by the way." "Yeah, I thought I
hadn't seen it before."



   Siobhan stuck her head out from the kitchen.  It was one of the rare
occasions that Molly wasn't home, and Siobhan had invited us over so she
could cook us dinner.  "What's all this then?" She asked, mixing something
in a bowl.  "Emma got me a job with her Uncle." I replied, and Siobhan
grinned lecherously.  "Enjoy yourself there, did you?" I laughed.  "Christ,
does everyone know what goes on?" Emma shook her head.  "Nope.  There's a
reason the building is so drab, you know...  puts people off coming
inside." I raised an eyebrow.  "You don't want business?" Emma laughed at
me.  "We have all the business we need.  Hundreds...  maybe even thousands
of clients."

   "Woah, really?  There didn't seem to be enough people to supply that
kind of demand..."

   "Well, that was only WorkStation B."

   "Even still, two wouldn't be enough."

   "Yeah, that's why there's forty.  Spread all over the world."

   "*Forty*?!"

   "Mmhmm.  It's a multi-national company."

   "How come I'd never heard of it before?"

   "We keep a low profile.  We don't want to be lumped in with the porn
industry, and we're not mainstream enough to advertise normally."



   I grinned.  "Porn, huh?" Emma winked.  "You saw the outfits.  Those are
modest compared to some of the photoshoots." At that moment Siobhan emerged
from the kitchen carrying the first course.  Emma and I tucked in.  Siobhan
sat down to eat, but kept getting up to check the kitchen.  We laughed and
called her paranoid.



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   "Holy shit, I am *stuffed*." I sighed, leaning back in my chair.  "That
was good, and there was so much of it!" Siobhan laughed and smiled.  "Glad
to hear my efforts are appreciated.  But I hope you're not *too* full, I do
have...  other...  plans for tonight." My eyebrow raised.  "Oh really?  And
what might those be?" Siobhan stood, and sauntered seductively around the
table towards me.  She knelt before me and began to undo my jeans. 
"Pudding." She purred, and engulfed my cock with her mouth.  I gasped - it
was relatively cold in the room - and sat back to enjoy myself.



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   Some weeks later, I walked through the doors of the Stone Balloon
building.  The receptionist grinned when she saw me, and waved.  "Hi,
Charlie." She called.  "Jamie wants to see you in his office." I grimaced.
"Uh-oh." I replied.  "I'm in trouble, am I?" Phillipa, Pippa for short,
giggled.  "I doubt it.  He wasn't in a fiery mood.  Had a computer under
his arm, if that helps." I sighed, and threw up my hands in
mock-indignation.  "Typical.  It'll be his daughter's, again.  I swear,
what she does to that poor machine..." Smiling, I headed for the lift, and
made my way to the fourth floor.



   I walked into Jamie's office without knocking, and found him sitting
behind his desk, his head buried inside the computer.  He looked up when I
got near, and I laughed at the sight of him with a screwdriver in each hand
and one between his lips.  He glared at me, and handed me one.  "Fine, you
fix it, then.  Damned if I know what's wrong with it." I grinned, and spun
the case round so I could look inside.  After a few minutes of prodding and
examining, I unscrewed the power supply and gingerly tugged it from the
case.  I tipped it up, and some very familiar looking flakes fell through
the fan grate.  I raised an eyebrow and unscrewed the PSU's casing.  "Just
as I thought." I said, on inspection.  "Take a look here."



   Jamie leaned over, and his eyes widened.  Covering the insides of the
PSU were the unmistakable traces of a very large load of cum.  Someone had
shot off into the back of this computer.  I started to laugh raucously, and
Jamie's face darkened.  "So, whose d'ya think it is?" I guffawed.  "It can
hardly be Alice's, now can it?" "I'll kill that boyfriend of hers..." He
grumbled.  "He's gonna pay me back for the new one." I grinned.  "At least
he's only costing you money, not making you a Grandad." Jamie stuck out his
tongue at me.  "That, I could handle.  It's the flagrant disregard for a
computer's sanctity that gets to me."



   Still laughing, I headed off to do my duties.  They weren't exactly
arduous, I had to make sure there were no mishaps in the changing rooms. 
This meant a lot of flesh was to hand, literally in many cases.  I lost
count of how many boobs I had to help into their bras.  While I was tugging
on the strings of one girl's corset, a hand tapped me on the shoulder.  I
looked round, and was greeted by the smiling face of Alice.  I grinned. 
"Hey, kiddo." I said, placing my knee in the small of the corset girl's
back and pulling hard.  "You come here with your Dad?" She nodded.  "Mmhmm!
My computer broke again, and he said he'd try to fix it before he took me
home." I laughed.  "It's running already, sweetie.  But he was stumped, had
to hand it over to me.  Hey, I don't suppose you knew what was wrong with
it, did you?"

   "I...  uh..."

   "You *did*!  Well, I'm just warning you - your Dad's not at all happy
with your boyfriend about it."

   "Oh, but it wasn't him!"

   "Oh really?  Got a bit on the side, have you?"

   "No!  It was Rafi."



   My eyes widened.  "Your *brother*?" Alice nodded.  "What the hell did he
do that for?" She blushed.  "It was my fault, really..." She mumbled.  "Bad
aim..." I laughed incredulously.  "You mean you were..." I made obscene
motions involving my hand, my mouth and my tongue in my cheek.  She nodded
sheepishly.  "And then he..." I traced a path from beside my face over my
shoulder and down with my finger.  She nodded again.  I grinned.  "Whoops."
Alice stuck her tongue out at me.  I looked around conspiratorially, then
bent down to her level.  "Tell you what." I whispered.  "You probably don't
want your Dad to know, right?" She shook her head.  "Well," I continued,
"I've got a deal for you then.  The PSU your Dad put in your computer cost
£60.  If he tries to claim it cost more, smack him." Alice giggled.  I dug
around in my pocket, and extracted my wallet, from which I pulled three £20
notes.  "Here you go.  Give these to your boyfriend, and tell him to pay
your Dad with them.  Does he know about..." She shook her head violently.
"Right.  Well, tell him it's a misunderstanding, but you don't want to
explain what really happened to your Dad, so you're taking care of things.
And in return, you have to do me a favour."



   Alice eyed me suspiciously.  "What kind of favour?" She asked.  I tapped
the side of my nose.  "Dunno yet.  I'll let you know when I think of
something.  Run along now, you.  I've got work to do." She looked at the
money in her hands, smiled, leaned up to give me a peck on the cheek, and
ran off down the corridor.  She rounded a corner, and almost immediately I
heard a loud crash.  I laughed, and turned back to my work.



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   I met Emma for lunch in a small café over the road.  I reached for my
wallet to pay, then remembered.  "Ah.  This'll have to be your treat,
Baby." I said.  "I kind of got cleared out until next week earlier." Emma
just looked at me, and paid for the sandwiches and drinks.  We sat down at
a table, and tucked in.  "So, where'd your money go?" She asked me.  I
grinned.  "It was a good cause, I assure you." I replied.  "I gave £60 to
your cousin." Emma raised an eyebrow.  "Alice?  Why?"

   "Well, that's a long story."

   "We've got an hour."

   "OK.  Well, you know her computer was broken this morning?  I found out
why."

   "Why, what was wrong?"

   "There was sperm in the PSU."



   Emma choked on her sandwich and started coughing violently.  "What?!"
She choked out, between coughs and laughs.  I grinned.  "Anyway, Jamie got
pissed off when I showed him, and decided to blame her boyfriend for it."

   "Reasonable assumption."

   "Exactly.  But, in this case, couldn't be more wrong."

   "Oh?  So whose was it?"

   "Well, I bumped into her later.  Right before she bumped into the art
supplies trolley..."

   "Oh, I heard about that."

   "Figured you would have.  Anyhow, turns out she's been sucking her
brother."

   "What?!  Rafi?"

   "Yup.  And it's all a big secret.  Obviously she doesn't want Jamie
knowing, and her boyfriend is none the wiser.  So I figured this was the
best way to resolve the situation and maintain the status quo."

   "What did you get in return?"

   "Ah, there's the thing.  I've got a favour, of unspecified nature, owed
to me that I can call in pretty much at any time."



   Emma was silent for a while, then said, "They grow up fast, don't they?"
"What, kids?" I said.  "Yeah, pretty much.  What is she now, ten?" Emma
nodded.  "And Rafi's only my age." She said.  I grinned.  "I know, more
power to him, I say." Emma smiled, and stuck her tongue out at me.  "You
say that favour is of unspecified nature?" She asked.  I nodded.  "Why, you
got an idea?" "I may do..." She said, looking suggestively at me.  I
gasped. "Emma, she's ten!" I exclaimed.

   "Yeah, and?"

   "And nothing.  Never said I had a problem with it, did I."



   Emma grinned at me and finished her sandwich.



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   It was a week before I saw Alice again, by which time Emma had briefed
me on her plan.  I was carrying some files from archives to one of the art
rooms, when she leapt on my back and clung there.  I staggered, but kept my
balance.  "Oof.  Hey, little'un.  How'd everything go?" She smiled and
nuzzled against the side of my head.  "Everyone's happy, thanks.  Your plan
worked perfectly." I grinned.  "Well, that's good.  And it's funny you
should mention that..." She mock-sighed.  "Is it time for the favour,
then?" I nodded.  "Let me drop these off, and I'll tell you what's going
on." //Quick, sweetie.// I told Emma.  //Get everything ready.//



   I dumped the files with those who needed them, and carried Alice down to
one of the studios.  I opened the door for her, and followed behind,
closing it after me.  The room was pitch black, and the only way I knew
what was going on was by scanning for mental signatures.  Alice shrieked
when she was suddenly grabbed and carried away from me.  I grinned.  There
were three people other than us in the room, and she was the only one who
didn't know about them.  Abruptly, the lights came on.  The studio was
kitted out like a medieval torture chamber.  There was even an Iron Maiden
standing over in the corner.  Emma stood next to the stocks, a pair of
night-vision goggles in her hand.  In the stocks was the very surprised
form of Alice.  Siobhan was one of the other two, and the final member of
the group was Marlow, another guy with a similar job to mine.  Although he
also had artistic talent, and worked more as an artist than anything else.



   Emma leaned close to Alice's face, and grinned.  "I hear you've been a
*very* naughty girl." She said.  "And you've got to be punished for it."
She licked Alice's cheek, and wandered around behind her.  Out of the
corner of my eye, I saw Siobhan leap on Marlow and start tearing his
clothes off.  I chuckled, and followed Emma.  "Guys?" Alice asked,
apprehensively.  "What's going on?  What are you doing back there?" She
squeaked when Emma clicked something shut around her left ankle.  A moment
later, another was closed around the other ankle, and Alice found herself
with her legs spread about a foot and a half apart.  "Spreader bars are
marvellous inventions, aren't they?" I said to Emma as she stood up.  She
grinned, and ran her hand up the inside of Alice's leg, causing her to
shiver.



   She yelped when Emma gently smacked the little girl in the pussy with
the back of her fingers.  Leaving Emma to it, I walked back around in front
of Alice, pulling my shirt over my head as I did so.  She caught my eye,
and the look she gave me told me that she knew exactly what was coming.  It
also told me that she was rather looking forward to it.  I was already hard
in anticipation, and Alice's eyes widened when it bounced into view as my
boxers went south.  As I stepped towards her, she opened her mouth
automatically, and I stuck my cock in as far as it would go.  Which wasn't
all that far, as it happened.  I didn't get more than a couple of inches in
before hitting the back.  Alice closed her lips around the shaft, and I
started to fuck her face.



   Emma had lifted Alice's skirt and pulled down her panties, and was at
that moment engaged in sliding two fingers in and out of the ten-year-old's
tight little arse.  Alice moaned around my cock as it pumped her mouth. 
Emma beckoned to me, and I moved back around behind Alice.  "All yours."
She said, raising an eyebrow seductively.  I smirked, and rubbed my slick
cockhead on Alice's little rosebud.  She squealed, and squirmed about. 
"Had anything in here before?" I asked.  "Well, yeah, but..." She began,
but I interrupted.  "Stop complaining, then." I said, as I pushed forward.
Damn but she was tight.  It took a lot just to get the head in, and Alice
was whimpering, so I rested a while.  Once she seemed to be used to it, I
forged ahead again.  The going was much easier now, and it wasn't long
before I was buried all the way in her bowels.  Her moans and grunts were
muffled, since Emma had stripped off and shoved Alice's face into her
pussy, but they were still obvious.



   I started to thrust, slowly at first but getting faster as she loosened
up.  The moans she was projecting into Emma's crotch were those of
pleasure, so it didn't really surprise me when she shuddered and shook out
an orgasm below me.  I was still a long way off, so I kept pumping right
through, extending it long beyond its natural lifespan.  Emma sidled up to
me and put her face right up next to my ear when she could tell I was
getting close.  "You're buggering a ten-year-old." She whispered,
matter-of-factly.  That was it, I came torrents into Alice's rear.  Just
that clear definition of the perversion I was committing threw me over the
edge.  I pulled out with a wet slurp, and my sperm ran down Alice's legs. I
sat down to get my breath back, and absent-mindedly checked my watch.



   I stood up quickly.  "Shit!" I shouted.  "I've gotta go, I'm gonna be
late!  I've got to be back for dinner, my aunt and uncle are here this
weekend!  Sorry guys, I want to hang around, really I do - but I can't!" I
gathered my clothes and pulled them on while I looked for the rest of my
things.  I leaned in close to Alice, and whispered, "Enjoying yourself?"
"Oh *God* yes!" Came the reply.  I grinned.  "Good.  'cause I intend to do
it again sometime." With that, I left the room.  Just as Siobhan approached
the poor bound girl.



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   The feeling was back.  I was at school, lounging in the unseasonal sun
up on the playing fields, when it hit me.  It felt closer this time, more
dangerous.  I sat up on my elbows, and casually looked around me.  I didn't
expect to see anything, but it was worth a try.  There was nothing - not
even any of Karen's cohorts.  She may have called it off, but a lot of them
had personal grudges against me and wanted to keep things going.  In fact,
she was beginning to snipe at me again - it seemed that they were getting
through to her.



   Siobhan lay on one side of me, Emma on the other - but neither of them
had felt anything amiss.  Not enough to react, anyway.  I lay back down,
but couldn't shake the feeling.  I tried again to locate it, but failed
again.  This time, however, it didn't go away.  This meant one of two
things.  Either: my effective range had increased, or whoever this was was
contemptuous of my abilities.  In short, they weren't scared of me.  I
hoped dearly that it was the former, but doubted it.  The bell rang, and we
reluctantly separated.



   I walked into physics, and was presented with a mock exam.  We were
allocated an hour and a half, half to be completed in the next lesson.  I
finished in ten minutes.  Secondary level physics was no longer a challenge
to me, since I effectively held a degree in Theoretical Physics.  I was
just settling down to catch a spot of shut-eye, when I felt a tap on my
shoulder.  Mr.  Graves stood behind me, and beckoned for me to follow him
out of the class.  "Yes, Sir?" I asked, once the door had shut.  "Charlie,
had you finished that paper?" He asked me, and I nodded.  "I thought so."
He continued.  "What's happened to you?  You had so much potential, and now
you've unlocked it.  That almost doesn't happen.  Ever.  And I had you
pegged as about the least likely.  What's going on?"



   I grinned.  "Yeah, I didn't look to be 'top of the class' material, did
I.  Well, if I told you everything, you wouldn't believe me anyway.  Let's
just say that I realised how moronic I was being, and decided to do
something about it." He chewed his lip.  "Look, Charlie.  I'd like, if I
may, to suggest you get bumped up a little.  Your answers to some of these
questions I've been giving you are well above secondary level - hell, some
of them are even above college level." He said, leaning against the wall. I
laughed inwardly.  _'If he only knew how I was doing that...'_ "So, what,
exactly?" I asked.  "I want to put you on an AS course.  You'll still have
to do the GCSE exams, but judging by your work lately, you already know the
course material." He replied, and I nodded.

   "Yeah, I've been doing a little reading outside class.  Things like the
national curriculum and all the textbooks I could find that related to the
subjects."

   "Hmm.  A little, huh?  Anyway, does that sound OK to you?"

   "Sure, why not?  What would I need to do for it?"

   "Well, not much.  Instead of coming to my classes, you'd head off to be
tutored by whoever was available at the time."

   "OK, sounds fine.  No real extra work involved, then?"

   "Well, I wouldn't quite say that.  An AS course is a long way removed
from a GCSE course."

   "Let's try it, anyway.  I can only surprise you, right?"



   He laughed.  "Right."



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   "Woah, when did you get to be Mr.  'I'm an overachieving git'?" Terry
asked later, in English.  I shrugged.  "What, you hadn't noticed?  When was
the last time I *didn't* hand in homework?  Or get less than full marks on
it?" Andy slapped the back of my head playfully.  "Geek." He grinned.  I
returned it, and replied, "Never claimed to be anything else, now did I?" I
noticed Karen glaring at me out of the corner of my eye, and relished the
way she turned away sharply when I looked at her.  "Whatever happened with
you two, anyway?" Asked Andy.  "She looked all set to have you killed, and
it all just went away."



   I waved my hand in the air, and replied, "The Force is strong in this
one." He raised an eyebrow and lowered the other.  "Sure.  You're a Jedi.
That's Obi-Wan Ke-Terry here." Terry stuck out his tongue at Andy, and I
laughed.  "No, seriously.  She had a bunch of guys lined up to beat the
crap out of me, and I used the Jedi Mind Trick.  Fuckin' Yoda an' shit." I
grinned.  They'd never believe me, but it was actually the truth.  How
better to hide a secret than in plain sight?  "Snootchie bootchies." He
replied, sarcastically.  "Should I call you Logan, weapon X?" Terry asked
him.  "No, Wolverine!" Andy shouted, and started flailing his arms around.
I leaned over to Robin Garnham, who was sitting next to me, and whispered,
"What he's doing is imitating Wolverine's Berserker attack, with his
adamantium claws." "I'd never have guessed." He said, dryly - unwittingly
finishing the scene in question.  He had no idea we were quoting.  The lid
of a board marker bounced off the wall beside us and we all looked around.
"Hey, shut up, you four - or do I have to separate you again?" Called Mr.
Brewer, and we all feigned sheepishness.  "Sorry Sir." I said.  "Yeah,
sorry." Terry echoed.  "Son of DeVille, kneel before Son!" Andy whispered,
just loud enough for us to hear.  We collapsed into fits of laughter, which
resulted in us being sent to opposite corners of the classroom.  I took the
opportunity to slip back into Karen's head, and shore up the defences
against our deal breaking.  She'd been right on the edge, so it was a good
thing that we'd been treated like children.  With a devilish grin, I
implanted another time-release command, and retreated from the scene.



   It activated just in time.  We all stood up to wait for the bell to
ring, when she suddenly screamed out, breathlessly.  Moaning in pleasure,
she fell to the floor, convulsing.  The crotch of her trousers suddenly
darkened as she came.  The bell rang, and I laughed as I heard Mr.  Brewer
calling for someone to get the nurse as I walked out, leaving everyone
staring.



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   At Siobhan's later that day, the feeling struck again.  Not as close as
last time, but somehow more malevolent.  It vanished when I searched for
it, but it shook me enough to tell the girls.  "What?" Siobhan asked. 
"There's someone, or something, following me.  I'm sure of it, now.  I
haven't felt it in ages, since I told you about the powers, in fact, but
now it's twice in one day.  I don't like it.  If I didn't have you to worry
about, I'd not have a problem with it.  But since I do, it scares me.  I
don't want you two getting hurt on my account." "But what can we do?" Emma
asked.  "If it's bad enough to scare you, we're not going to stand a
chance." "That's why we need to start training again." I replied.  "We've
let it slide lately, content with what we've got.  Well, I think we need
more.  And not just more, we need something different."



   Siobhan looked at me in confusion.  "What do you mean, something
different?" "Well, think about it." I said.  "What are all the different
powers of the mind you can think of?"

   "Telepathy."

   "Got that, but it's not as strong as it could be."

   "Clairvoyance."

   "Balls.  You can't see the future until you get there.  Cause and
effect."

   "Um...  astral projection?"

   "Shitty name, but that should be just an extension of seeing through
your eyes."

   "Oh yeah, I'd forgotten you could do that."

   "You're forgetting the most useful one.  Telekinesis."

   "What?"

   "You don't know telekinesis?  Moving things with your mind?"



   The girls looked at each other, then back at me.  "*Cool*." They said,
in unison.  "The problem is, I've no idea how to even start guessing about
it." I said, sighing.  "Everything else comes as second nature to me, and
anything that's purely to do with the mind is extensions from the base
nature.  This is so different that it's entirely alien.  I'll keep thinking
about it, though." "So...  training?" Emma asked, and I grinned.  She
suddenly stood up, and acted like a chicken.  Siobhan laughed heartily,
until Emma broke free of my control and forced Siobhan to strip and do a
headstand.  I pursed my lips, and looked at Siobhan in mock thought.  "I
suppose training could wait an hour or so..." I said, unzipping my fly.



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   I'd disconnected myself from the mental sparring going on between the
girls, and was staring at a pencil.  This pencil was held in my palm, and I
was trying to make it move.  Unsurprisingly, I wasn't having much luck.  I
kept trying to imagine different ways to manipulate it with my mind - I'd
tried applying the method I used to access people's minds, and it didn't
work.  I attempted every possible variation on the theme of 'imagine a
third hand', utilising cranes, sticks, ropes and even magnets.  None of
those had had any luck.  I was just about ready to give up when a
possibility popped into my head.  This wasn't that far removed from my
telepathy.  I imagined the boundaries of my sensations extending beyond my
body - specifically, my touch extending above my palm.



   To my surprise, it seemed to be working.  I could feel the shape of the
pencil despite my hand being outstretched.  With a little effort, I managed
to probe around it, manipulating the sense to wash over different parts at
different times.  The question was, could I move it?  It hadn't moved yet,
but it was exerting a force against me - it had to be, or I wouldn't have
been able to feel it.  Unfortunately, no matter what I did, I couldn't
shift it.  I sighed, and stood up.  Emma opened an eye, and looked at me as
I walked out of the room.  "Where are you off to?" She asked.  "Just gonna
get a drink." I replied.  "You want anything?" She shook her head and
closed the eye again, concentrating on practising.



   I got all the way downstairs before I noticed.  As I reached for the
fridge, I realised that I was still holding the pencil - but I hadn't
closed my hand around it.  It was stuck to my palm.  Holding my hand with
the palm facing down, I stared at the pencil.  I discovered that I hadn't
retracted my senses, and when I did, the pencil fell noisily to the tiled
floor.  I attempted to pick it up again, but hit a barrier - I couldn't
seem to extend my sensations beyond about a centimetre outside my body.  I
gave up trying to go from my hand, and pushed out from my bare foot
instead. To my surprise, my extension sunk readily into the floor, but only
to that centimetre distance into the air.  I closed my eyes and pushed out
slowly through the room.  I gradually became aware of the furniture,
worktops and appliances as if they were parts of my body, but discovered
another annoying little limitation.  I couldn't feel any of the items on
the table or the worktops.



   When I looked at things, I worked out what it was.  If I could touch
something, I could feel it.  If something was touching that something, I
could feel it.  But outside of that was a black area.  I wandered over to
the table and laid a hand on it.  A moment later, I was aware of everything
on it as well as the rest of the room, since I was still in contact with
the floor.  I grinned.  "This is cool." I said, as I rolled the pencil
towards me.  It reached my foot and bumped up onto it, rolling its way up
my leg and torso, then down my arm to my hand.  I chuckled, slipped it into
my pocket and poured myself a drink.



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   When I got back upstairs, the girls had again given up training, and
Siobhan had buried her face between Emma's legs.  I laughed, and sat back
to watch.  As I did, I made the drink slosh about inside the glass until I
was sure about what I was capable of.  I decided not to tell the girls
until I knew a little more, though.



   When Emma came, Siobhan took her place, and I took Siobhan's.  She
didn't seem to actively notice that my fingers were rippling when I slipped
them up inside her.  A little practise, and I wouldn't even have to touch
her to make her come.  Or so I thought.