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*Subject: NEW: Bartlett 2 - Lee and Me (mc, mf, nc, plot, series, tv?)
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This is the second installment in the Bartlett series!  Thanks for the
responses (2 in one day).  I'll try to incorporate suggestions into
the stories!  Please PLEASE do respond!  I want to know how you all
like it!  I'm writing this series to pay you all back for all the great
ones I've seen posted on here!  (Controlling Jennifer, Tommy Takes
Charge, and The Book come to mind...)

This is more plot/explanation.  Number 1 got off on a bang (pun
intended) but I wanted to insert some backing plot, too.  The sex in
here is rather different...  Almost TV, but then again not...  Ah,
well.  Tell me what you think!

Number 3 is done, and 4 is in the works.  3 will be posted in a few
days, provided I get some positive responses...

Lee and Me
(Bartlett 2)
by Bartlett

(mc, nc, mf, series)

	The more Lee and I got to know each other, the more I 
began to deeply care for her.  Despite the blatantly sexual nature of 
our first meeting, we found ourselves to be surprisingly compatible.
	She told me of her husband, betrothed before they met, who 
had taken her from her native China to America.  He wanted her to 
be his slave in every sense of the word, even to consent to him 
seeing other women.  She had left him when he had tried to force 
her to have anal sex, something neither of us were at all interested 
in.
	One benefit of her failed marriage, though, was that she was 
comfortable with her sexuality.  Her husband was very experienced 
when they had married and he had taught her to be open with her 
desires.
	Traveling with me was a dream come true for Lee.  She 
didn't like working much since every man she had worked for had 
tried to take advantage of her.
	I had set myself up with plenty of money by tapping in on 
some embezzling businessmen with certain large companies.  They 
were stealing money for themselves, and were careful to cover their 
tracks, so I just instructed them to put half of their spoils into an 
account for me.
	I didn't like using the power to take advantage of those who 
could not afford it, or to force people to do things that were not 
already in their character.
	Lee and I had been on the road for a while now, driving an 
unobtrusive sedan around the country, living an unobtrusive life.  
Some people with knowledge of the symbols had banded together to 
hunt the rest of us, so I was always careful to avoid trouble.  Most of 
my encounters were much more tame than my fun in the donut 
shop, where I had met Lee.  I certainly did not want to get caught by 
those "hunters", as I almost had been early on.  The donut shop was 
quite a risk.  If I hadn't been so turned on, I don't think I would 
have done all that...

	"What's the power like," Lee asked one day a few months 
after our meeting.
	I hadn't used it on her since that morning, and I had only 
used it a few times since then on anyone.  She and I had kept each 
other busy, exploring our sexual desires.
	"Well, it's really rather odd.  It's a combination of hearing 
and seeing the thoughts of others, just like you see their bodies and 
hear their voices.  And just like a nearby conversation, you can tune 
in a bit and hear their thoughts,"  I explained.
	"I mean the controlling power.  How do you control people?"
	"That's when it gets difficult," I said.  "It's like using a word 
processor on text.  Their thoughts float, almost visibly, in the air in 
the form of symbols.  As you learn the symbols, you can control 
them.  You can interpret them and rearrange them.  As you get 
better at it, you can even insert ideas of your own and remove their 
ideas!"
	It was not easy to explain the power.  I really wanted to share 
it with her, though, since Lee and I were so close now.  I knew she 
could handle it.
	I broke the silence.  "Lee, I wonder if I could teach you."
	"I'd like to try," she answered.

	So I told her more about the symbols.  Strangely enough, I 
found it hard to illustrate them.  Then I came up with an idea.  I 
would teach her remotely.  I would share her body.  Now all we 
needed was a test subject...

	We got off at the next major exit and parked the car at a 
mall.  Lee and I sat in the car quietly.  I asked her to buckle herself 
in, just in case, and I did the same.  Then I focused on her.
	I could see her mind.  I could see all of her symbols now, 
nothing was hiding from me.  I focused on her mind, and then on 
my own.  I reached out with my own symbols and made a place 
inside her mind for myself.
	Soon, my vision became strangely distorted.  I was seeing 
double.  I was seeing myself and her, all at the same time.  Not 
wanting to move in on her totally, I worked on the link until I was 
inside her, yet still connected to myself.

	"Lee," she said," can you hear me?"
	"What the hell," she jumped at saying that.
	"Lee, it's me," I tried to reassure her, but she was the one 
who said it.
	"Me?  You mean you're speaking through me?"
	"Yes," I answered with her voice.  "Can you see the symbols?"
	She concentrated.  I helped, moving them in front of her 
eyes, forcing her to see them.
	"Yes!  I can!  I don't understand them, though."

	We sat together in the car for a while.  Whenever a person 
walked by, we would look at them, browsing at their thoughts.  
Eventually, Lee had mastered most of the mundane ones.  Now she 
wanted more.  She wanted to know the sexual ones.

	I got out of the car, looking at myself.  I was a pretty Chinese 
girl of 25 named Lee.  I had the symbols.  I had two consciousness in 
one mind.
	My body was thin but well built.  I had firm, D-cup breasts 
topped by overly large areolas and nipples.  My waist was thin, as 
were my hips.  My butt was firm and small; my cunt was covered in 
neatly trimmed, soft, dark hair.  I wore a white, silk shirt and a short 
skirt and heels.  I was ready.
	I walked toward the mall.  Everyone around me acted 
normally, so I assumed that this all was working.  I could still feel 
my real body back in the car, sleeping.
	I went inside.  The mall was large and crowded, with new 
stores and bright lights.  People filtered here and there.
	I went to the directory and looked for a suitable spot to try 
out my command of the symbols and to give Lee a chance to try 
hers out.  We decided on the big anchor store, Sears or something.  
I headed that way, reading minds off and on along the way.  No one 
really caught my fancy.
	Once in the store, I headed for the upper floor in the remote 
end.  The bedding department was all but deserted, so the salesman 
was excited to see a customer.  He was old and ugly.  I looked 
through his mind a bit.  There were no security cameras in the 
department since bedding would be hard to steal.  He was bored 
with his job.
	I had Lee instruct him to guard the department and to steer 
future customers away.  Then I headed around the floor, looking for 
a suitable partner.
	I found him in the home electronics department.  He was just 
wandering through, not having the money or desire to buy anything.  
He was a college student, 19 years old.  He wasn't the typical 
beer-swilling frat guy, though.  Rather, he was a pretty nice guy, 
someone who I would have been friends with if I was still Bartlett.
	I told Lee to try his mind.  She reached out, noticing that he 
was looking at our body with subtle sexual interest.  She quickly 
removed his inhibitory symbols, preferring that he make the first 
move.
	He walked over to me, introducing himself and asking about 
me.  Lee didn't want to bother with small talk.  She could get that in 
a bar.  She reached into his mind, sifting through his memories, and 
shorted out the conversation, skipping to the end.  The kid now 
thought they had talked for ages.
	We headed for the bedding department, pausing only to 
instruct the salesman to not steer away this particular customer.  He 
was doing his job well.
	When we reached the corner of the store, I sat down on a 
bed, and my college paramour followed me.
	Lee suggested I should try arousing him with my body, so I 
moved my hand to my breasts.  I began to massage them through 
my shirt, arousing my nipples.
	Meanwhile, Lee was playing with his symbols, testing out the 
waters.  She picked out some serious arousal from his memories and 
put it forefront in his mind.  She removed his worries about the 
surroundings, making him feel at home.  She even checked his past 
for sexual "problems" like diseases and impotence.  None.
	Feeling her job done, and wanting us both to have some fun, 
she turned the situation over to me.
	He reached out and replaced my hands with his.  It felt 
wonderful.  He kneaded my breasts, rolling my nipples between his 
fingers and running his hands around and under the breasts.
	I began breathing heavily.  I wanted him.  I looked at his lap, 
noticing his cock poking at his pants.  I reached out and rubbed his 
crotch.  It responded by pulsing and growing in my hands.  I 
unzipped his pants and pulled them and his briefs down and off.  
His cock was medium sized and completely engorged.
	He had unbuttoned my shirt and opened my bra.  He moved 
his head to my breast and began to suck on my nipples.  It felt so 
good, I wanted to scream.  I lay back on the bed, turning on my side 
and facing him.  I lowered my head to his crotch and took his cock 
into my mouth.
	He lifted my skirt to my waist and pulled off my panties.  
Maneuvering his cock away from my mouth, he positioned it near 
my slit, rubbing it up and down in my juices.  I pushed him onto his 
back and straddled him, grabbing his cock with my hand and 
positioning it at my tunnel.  I lowered myself onto him, delighting as 
each inch moved into my body.
	Slowly I began pumping in and out.  He nibbled at my 
nipples and moved his hands around my butt, delighting in its 
firmness.  He began to pull me onto him, then to push me away.  
Soon he was lifting me and pushing me, fucking himself with my 
body.
	I began to feel something else, something special.  I threw 
my head back and groaned, leaning back and abandoning my 
control to his hands.
	He closed his eyes and I knew what was coming.  He 
exploded inside me, his cock feeling like a piledriver, swelling up 
inside me.  I couldn't stand it.  I started to shake, letting the feeling 
wash over me.
	He arched his back, lifting my body into the air and 
slamming me back down on his cock.  I reached to my clit and 
rubbed for all I was worth.
	After a while I collapsed on him.  He rolled me onto my back 
and moved to my cunt.  He began to lap at it like a dog, drinking my 
juices and his come from my hole.  I felt wonderful, like I had never 
felt before.
	After a while, he finished and we put our clothes back on.  I 
let Lee take over again, and she looked into his mind.  I watched as 
she rearranged his symbols, deleting feelings of wrongness replacing 
them with happiness and calm.  I only had to reach out and fix a few 
things.  She was learning well.

	I headed back out into the store, pausing to look as the 
salesman tried to wipe the come off of his pants.  Apparently, my 
orgasms were catching, even when experienced through Lee.  Or 
was it that she had come, too, and caused the mess?  Either way, we 
both laughed and I continued on my way.
	As I went downstairs, I noticed a strange thing.  All of the 
men we passed were looking sheepish.  Everyone, man, woman, and 
child, had wet spots on their crotches.  There was a long line at the 
bathrooms.
	How could my explosion have affected the hundreds, if not 
thousands, of people in the mall?  I wandered further, noticing that 
there were indeed some people who had not been affected.  I began 
looking for a cause, looking for where they all had been at the time.
	Those who had been at the far end of the mall weren't 
affected, I noticed.  As I looked more, I made a startling revelation.  
There was a line between our car and the corner of the bedding 
department.  My link to both Lee and myself must have stretched 
my area of control in almost a cord between our bodies!

	Lee and I decided to be more careful in the future.  No more 
switching, no more wandering.  She had learned the basics of the 
symbols, and could work on her own now.  We were a team.
	Still, I was a bit upset to have to leave her body.  Being a 
woman was definitely a nice thing.  I even convinced Lee to let me 
frig myself off in her body once before I returned to my own body.
	As we drove off, I was a bit embarrassed to notice a wet spot 
between my legs, though Lee was good enough to volunteer her 
mouth for the cleaning job...

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