Slaves and Telepaths Part 1
The Collection

Chapter 8

I gazed at the file before me, it was troublesome. Looking back I still
can't figure out what made me pick Diane Jones, she was a black, sorry,
african american, girl whose picture was wholely unimpressive. Her reason
for applying scared me, she wanted to leave home, but thought so little
of herself that she saw slavery as the best she could hope for.

Now I needed some way to test her, while trying not to hurt her further.
I asked Teresa for any ideas, and she gave me an answer.

"I have an idea, if you don't mind nudging her a bit."

"Only in a good cause."

*****

Diane sat at the table, waiting for her date to turn up. I had arranged
to meet her at a fairly noisy bar near the hotel Teresa and I were
staying in. Diane, at my instruction, had worn her best dress, which was
entirely according to Teresa's plan. In part I dreaded my part,
especially now that I had scanned Diane, she was going to have to react
in a way that was totally outside of her normal personality.

The first part of the plan was for me to stand her up. When the waiter
came over to give her me message I tweaked her reaction. Instead of
becoming depressed like she normally would, she became annoyed. As she
collected together her jacket and bag Teresa moved. While passing Diane
Teresa suddenly tripped, sending her red wine pouring down the front of
Diane's dress.

"Oh I'm sorry," Teresa gushed.

Diane was about to let it slide, but with my intervention, she instead
exploded. "You stupid, stupid, bitch, what the hell do you think your
doing! What are you going to do about this?" Diane had stood up and now
towered over Teresa.

Teresa recoiled back in fear. "I'm sorry, look my hotel's not far from
here, come back with me and we can do something about it."

Doubt rose in Diane's mind, which I immediately suppressed. Diane nodded,
and pushed Teresa on. I followed them, using my powers to remove my
presence from their awareness.

When we arrived at the hotel room, Diane was positively seething, without
my help. "This was the most embarassing night of my life, so you'd better
be good."

Teresa shallowed hard. "Yes ma'am. Ah, why don't you have a bath and I'll
send it down to be dry cleaned."

"Good idea, you're a smart white bitch."

"Thank you ma'am."

Diane chuckled as Teresa led the way to the bathroom. The sound of a
shower running filled the air, Teresa came out with the soiled garments.
She picked up the phone and called room service to take the clothes away.
We knew that the dry cleaning service wouldn't return the clothes until
morning, what's more, there were no robes in the bathroom.

After a few minutes Diane came storming out of the bathroom. I had to
suppress an urge to halt the drama before me just so that I could fuck my
interviewee. Neither her photo, dress nor demeanor had truely done Diane
justice. This wasn't some plain black girl with no potential, she looked
like the black beauties that you see in films. Her muscles were well
defined, her breasts large and firm, and she had better curves than a
cliff road. I was thoroughly in lust. "Where are my clothes bitch?" she
demanded.

Teresa swallowed hard. "They, ah, won't be back till morning ma'am."

"So what am I supposed do, sit around naked all night, while you oogle my
tits?"

Teresa, who had been doing just that, looked down at the ground. "Sorry
ma'am, I suppose I could strip
for you."

I reached out for Diane's mind, only to discover the thought had already
formed. "Do it!"

Diane sat down and watched as Teresa started dancing, sexily removing her
clothes piece by piece. Once naked she gave a final couple of twirls,
then settled into a kneeling position in front of the black woman. "Does
that please you ma'am.?" she inquired meekly. Teresa is a skilled actor.

Diane leant forward, spreading her legs apart, revealing her sex to
Teresa. "Tell me slut, do you do this often?"

"Do what ma'am?"

"Get someone into your hotel room so you can strip for them."

"Oh, no ma'am. I've never done this before."

Diane reached out and put a hand behind her head. "Then you're just a
little white girl who's got into trouble and is fucking her way out."

"Yes ma'am," Teresa said quietly.

Diane started to pull Teresa's head towards her. "You're just a piece of
rich white trash, trying to please the big strong angry black woman."

"Yes ma'am," Teresa repeated.

Teresa's head was now between Diane's legs. "I don't think that's true, I
think you're a rich white slut who is lusting for a black bitch to
control you."

"Yes ma'am."

Teresa's face met Diane crotch. "Lick me little white slut, and do it
well."

Teresa's last "yes, ma'am" was muffled, she then started using her skills
on Diane. Have you even wondered what it would be like to be able to
stand, totally invisible, in the same room as a pair of sexy ladies
pleasured each other. Well its a kick. Diane was, of course, no match for
Teresa and soon her body arched and she screamed in ecasty.

"You lied to me little slut, you have done this before. Keep it up."
Diane pushed Teresa's harder into her crotch. Diane came twice more
before she allowed Teresa to pull away. "That was good little slut, you
may bring yourself off."

Teresa placed her hand between her legs and started touching herself.
Diane watched her with interest. I decided that this was as good time as
any to make my appearance. I stood behind Diane's chair, then slowly
removed the controls on the pair's minds.

"She's really quite fascinating, isn't she?" Diane almost jumped out of
skin when I spoke. I watched in dismay, as she changed from the powerful
woman who had dominated Teresa into a scared little girl.

"W-who are you?" she squeeked.

Teresa looked at me. "Master, couldn't you have waited until I came!"

Looking at Diane I saw that further discussions would only confuse her,
so I took the easy way out. I'm glad I learnt the flash download trick.
Diane later descibed it like an inspiration, which was closely followed
by a second that pointed out that the first was externally induced.

"You're Jonathan Reel, that means this is my interview. Oh gods," she
burst into tears.

I held a contract in front of her. "If you still want to I'd like you
become a member of my family."

Diane's head snapped up. "I thought, I thought.."

"That by dominating Teresa you had failed, no. I wanted to see what you
were like when you had power, so I manipulated you so you reacted that
way. You were beautiful by the way."

Teresa gasped quietly, then stood and stretched. "It was knida fun too,
but not something that I want every day."

Diane took the contract and quickly read through it. I was surprised when
she asked for a pen. "Don't you want to think about it?"

"I decided when you first called me to make an appointment that I would
not change my mind, and after this I don't want time to."

I looked at her. "You'll still have time for that, you have a life to
wrap up."

She shrugged. "What's to wrap up, I left school four years ago, I live
with my parents and everything I own would fit in a suitcase if I owned
one. If you want to take me now, I'm ready to go."

I produced a pen from a pocket in my jacket. "Oh, I want to take you
alright."

*****

The next morning I spent an hour on the phone organising an extra ticket
on all our flights, and making sure the hotels expected three in our
party.

Getting Diane's things from her parents place was somewhat more of her
chore. Her father wasn't happy to hear that little daughter (of
twenty-one) was leaving home. In all honesty I think he was just going to
miss having her to push around. Not surprisingly I discovered that Diane
had five brothers, younger, but bigger than her, that explained a lot.

There wasn't much he could do though, so Diane joined Teresa and I on the
remainder of the interview trip.