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hallway to wait.

A moment later she slipped her arm in his and they began to walk down
the hall. Her bra still hanging across her arm, it was obvious to
everyone her breasts were not encumbered by the additional
undergarment. She pinked up in embarrassment as teenaged boys turned
to stare at her protruding nipples shape, outlined in the fabric of
her blouse. Yet she did nothing to put the bra in a less obvious
location.

"You can't make me do this! You can't!" as they wandered past gaggles
of even younger girls staring at them. "I don't seem able to stop
myself, but that's impossible!"

Bob knew her predicament was startling her. She could no more stop him
now than walk on the moon. He just walked into the restaurant with her
on his arm, still bemoaning her lack of control.

"Table for two, back in the corner," he directed the hostess. She sat
them in a booth, concealed somewhat, but not completely from the rest
of the restaurant.

"Now then," he said, "Let's try introductions again.. I'm Bob. And you
are?"

"Emily, Emily Sandhill" his victim replied.

"That's better, see how easy it is when you cooperate?" she nodded
fearfully. She didn't speak another word, however.

"So we're going to have lunch, well maybe a bit more than lunch" He
looked the menu over. 

"Why don't you just let me go?, I won't tell anybody, I promise. Just
leave me alone." she suddenly began pleading.

"Oh you won't tell anyone. You'll find that you can't. Tell you what,
you try telling the waiter what you think I'm doing."

She began to think. What would she tell anyone. He hadn't touched her.
She had taken her bra off, apparently at his request in the book store.
She accompanied him to the restaurant, arm in arm, at his request, no
physical force at all. She was sitting with him, not screaming for
help. Who would believe her? She tried to get up, but found instead
she picked up her menu.

The waiter came to take their order. He was a college age young
fellow with heavy eyebrows and a pleasant demeanor. When he left, Bob
had placed steak orders for both of them.

"I don't eat meat!" 

"You will today," he answered, "why don't you go to the ladies room
and take your panties off for me?"

"Or what, you'll make me?"

"You want to find out?"

"No! I'll do it." She got up and wandered to the restroom. 

When she came back to the table, she held her panties tucked in her
arms, trying to conceal them. She went to put them in her shopping
bags, but Bob reached out a hand. Reluctantly she dropped them into
his hand. He placed them conspicuously on the table where the waiter
wouldn't miss seeing them. She blanched.

"What are you doing?" 

"Believe it or not, you like being treated like this." 

"I don't need your bloody abuse! Why don't you just go away, and
leave me alone."

"Maybe you'd feel better with your blouse open..." 

"No! This is all embarrassing as all hell now! I don't want to be
annoyed by you or any other twerp." She looked down, noticing her
exposed breasts, blouse pulled to either side. This aroused some
twinge of unharnessed desire within her, she began to twitch in her
seat. 

The waiter came back, bearing a bread basket and their drinks.

Emily flinched, flushed totally red throughout her face. The waiter
appeared not to notice her predicament. To her surprise, her nipples
became sharply erect and her vagina was getting wet. She was starting
to wet her skirt.

Bob shot her a pleased look, while she looked down at her lap. He knew
he hadn't done anything directly to stimulate her arousal.

"So, you seem to like this kind of game." 

"I cannot believe you are getting such a thrill from this, may I
please button up again?"

"Yes, but don't get too used to the idea. Why don't you pull your
skirt up, and finger yourself."

"In public?! Here?!"

"Do you want to do it, or shall I help you again?"

She sighed. She reached her hand under the skirt, slipping her fingers
over the exposed labia. Feeling certain Bob could somehow make her do
this anyway, she began to caress the folds of her bushy groin. She
kept her eyes wide open, watching Bob sit calmly over the table. Her
breath began to become short as her clitoris rose from its recess.

She gently rubbed the little knob, gasping. A small drop of sweat
rolled down her forehead, and dribbled down her nose. "oh god." she
whispered. "oooooooohhhh, aahhh." Her head wrenched to the side, but
she forced it back to watch Bob who was, in turn, watching her
closely.

Her moans forced her tongue to show between her tasty lips, gracing
the corners of her mouth with licks from the tip as her body developed
its desire into motion. Her hips ground the wooden booth seat.

She grunted, humped, and moaned. At least she suppressed the more
violent sounds she tended to make during orgasm. She panted for a few
moments afterwards, trying not to slide down in the seat.

"There, feel better now?"

Amazingly, one of her better orgasms. She couldn't do much but relax
at this point.. She felt obliged to admit it to Bob, although she
couldn't say why.

"God yes." she whispered so quietly he had to strain to hear her.

"Good. We'll see what else we can do for you later."

The waiter had returned, was standing there while she had finished up
her orgasm. He was holding their meals on a tray, and started to lay
the plates before them.

"If I may be bold," the waiter said, "your performance was superb."

She sat stunned by the man's pronouncement, as he walked away as
though nothing really unique had happened.

When she turned back towards Bob, he was eating his steak. She looked
with dismay at her own. She'd been a practicing vegetarian for some
time. She secretly had been yearning for meat lately, but her will
power insisted she must stick with the regime. 

"Eat it," said Bob, "I know you've been avoiding meat for a while, but
you like steak, and you may find a certain sensuous pleasure in it."

"I can't."

"You can, but I won't force you."

She picked up her knife and fork, cutting off a small piece of the
still red meat. She placed it on her tongue, sucking the blood, the
red juices from the morsel she had selected.

He was right! The taste was fantastic. Her tongue and teeth explored
the exquisite tender bitefull, eventually allowing the battered scrap
of food to wander deliciously down her throat. The next small cut of
the beef, she treated to loving licks with her lips and tongue before
sucking it into her mouth, wondrously discovering the flavor as
though for the first time.

By the time she finished the meat on her plate, she was once again
horny, and even Bob seemed, well, almost acceptable to her lusts.

The waiter came back to the table to clean up, asking if there was any
more they desired from the menu before they left. Bob paid by credit
card, although she believed he would not have to, if he didn't want
to.

"Excuse me, why me!?"

"Because you wanted to be used, and I wanted someone to use. I can see
these things in people.." 

"I don't think I'm into being humiliated this way."

"You are. I just let you find out." 

"I'm confused, but I'm also ridiculously horny. Did you do that to
me?"

"Noooo, but I could feel it rising while you ate your steak. I haven't
done anything to you since making you open your blouse. Lovely tits by
the way." They stepped out into the mall again.

"What are you going to do about my horniness?" she inquired softly. He
looked at her with astonishment. She was leaning onto his shoulder 
with a look of snuggled warmth spreading through her face.

"I honestly hadn't given it much thought." He led her away from the
restaurant. The rubbing motion of her legs against each other was
bringing up the heat in her groin.

They ended up in the hall with the security office. No one in there
noticed as they walked in.

She followed him into the captain's office, a man in a black and blue
uniform looked up at them. He stood and walked out. Bob swept the
papers and other items from the desk to the floor with a crash.

"This will do just fine." he said, "no one will interrupt us."

"There are open windows to the outer office." she complained. Bob 
looked out, a secretary and a rent-a-cop were chattering with each 
other.

"You'll appreciate that better once you get your clothing off." he 
replied.

She nervously began undressing. By the time she got the blouse, skirt
and shoes laid aside, she was trembling from an excitement rising from
humiliation. She knew now, what Bob had said was true. She wanted to
be treated this way.

Bob dropped his trousers. His six to seven inch pecker was already at
attention.

"Lay down on the desk."

She sat, then lay across the desk so she wouldn't be forced to watch the
outer office staff looking at her. Bob refused to let her get away 
with it and positioned her so she had to watch the outer office much 
of the time.

By now the secretary was standing at the window, pointing at her and 
the rent-a-cop was apparently making some joke at her expense. She 
speculated what it was, something about doorknobs? everyone gets a 
turn? How would she face herself in the mirror tonight? She trembled 
with excitement as Bob began to suck her pussy.

He licked the lips of her slit first. "ooohh" came free from her 
throat. As he worked up the opening to the top, she felt his hot moist
breath against the wetness she'd developed. Then he began to lick and 
nibble at her clit. 

"Oh yesss, please do that more!" she exclaimed. Now completely unable 
to take her eyes off the two people in the outer office.

Bob was holding them there. He knew how brutally embarrassing this was
to Emily. He could feel the heat of her lust moving down from her
head, rather than up from her groin. She was now bucking against his
face. She couldn't stop herself. All while being watched by strangers.

Her head rolled side to side. Her braid whipped about over the end of
the desk. She panted with the excitement of the sex she was enjoying,
in a frighteningly public way. She began to pinch her own nipples, and
tried to pull one up to her lips to suck it. She couldn't quite, but 
she tried anyway.

Then Bob entered her. She pulsed with an orgasm. She was so far gone 
from him eating her out, she couldn't hold back when he entered.

"GGGGGGGGGGGGOD!!" this time she couldn't keep the noise level down, 
this time she knew the woman in the outer office couldn't help but 
hear. And she was watching too, so had seen the entire thing. Bob 
using her, almost beyond her imagination.

Bob fucked her and made her hips pump for him. He reached out and
fondled the pale breasts waving before him. She was reasonably tight
to his prick and he liked the sensation her twat clutching was making
him feel. The pressure built and eventually he released his sperm, a
flood of semen into her cunt.

"oh yeah." he muttered. After standing with his cock in her cunt 
afterwards for some time, he pulled out and began to dress.

"Should I dress too?" 

"You want to walk out of here like that?" 

"Uh, no, no, not really." she was amazed how much it thrilled her to 
be watched while fucking. "um, what about them?" she pointed to the 
outer office.

"Come on." he simply said.

As they walked out, the secretary offered a comment.

"You filthy slut. Can't you find some place else to peddle your ass?
How much did you charge him, eh?"

Emily's ears burned red, embarrassed and humiliated even more by this 
catty remark. Her groin twitched again.

"Don't worry," Bob said, "They'll forget about this before we've 
gotten down the hall."

At the crowed mall hallway, Bob turned to leave, but Emily grabbed his
shoulder.

"Was I really like this all along? or did you do something to me like 
you made those people forget they saw us?"

"You already had the desire, just hidden deeply away."

"Will I see you again?," she pouted, mixed in her emotions.

"Maybe, just maybe." he stole her address from her mind.

Bob let himself be swallowed by the crowd. He had enjoyed the little 
interlude.

====

He drove past a car with no one in it.

No, that wasn't right. He looked in his rear view mirror. A man was 
steering the car just as normal as day. Bob probed the car with the 
talent. 

No one was there, well maybe there was a void like blob he couldn't 
read. Like the men at the Institute radar site. 

Oh my, he thought, this guy is one of them. Is he after me? What do I 
do?

Then the other car turned away, down a different street. 

Bob sighed relief. Some day soon he'd have to do something about
those creeps.

They scared him more each time he came across their presence.

====

He'd had more trouble with Betty and Randi fighting, well, not 
fighting. Perhaps it was just, well, struggling.

Yesterday Betty complained about Randi trying to run the house. She 
knew she was allowed to boss Randi around a bit. But she and Randi 
were often at odds. 

Bob didn't really know what kept the two of them at each other's 
throat, but he guessed Betty really wanted to be acknowledged as the
queen of his women.

She was paranoid. She thought the others were going to hurt her some
night. She had no idea this was ridiculous since he controlled them
all. And she kept trying to push everyone else around unless Bob
stepped in with his command over her hidden persona.

Yesterday he got pissed about Betty's paranoia around Randi. He
adjusted her a touch, to actually like Randi. He added a little more
to put Randi in charge when he wasn't around. That ought to
straighten her out.

He had been working in the study. At the back of his mind he picked
up Betty and Randi talking in the bedroom. He got up and walked
towards the bedroom. He slipped to the door to watch.

"You were seeing him for almost 6 months before you let him make 
love to you?" Randi's voice came.

"Yeah, he was, just fine, but I didn't want to have sex until I got 
married." Randi was helping Betty brush her hair. From time to time 
she stroked Betty's back too. "But he convinced me I was wrong. I was 
also wrong to want him to myself. That was selfish, I think, I'm not 
sure really."

"Maybe you just needed better encouragement." This odd sensation was 
what he'd picked up, Randi was radiating desire. Betty, without the 
unreasoned fear she'd had up until yesterday, was responding a little 
to the sensual contact by Randi.

The two girls were both wearing short skirts, revealing blouses only
just showing their nipples through since neither had bras on.
Stockings were part of the uniform of the house, along with high
heels which he knew could not only get uncomfortable, but made some
chores a bit difficult.

But they liked wearing them around him, he'd made certain of that. He
liked to see the curves their legs had with the high heels on.

"What do you mean?"

"A man like Bob is unique. He's skilled in bed like I've never felt 
with a man. He sometimes turns me on frantically, just by looking in 
my direction. I've no idea how it happens to me. Before him, the only 
satisfaction I ever got was from other girls."

Bob knew this, but didn't really want her to lose that innate quality.
He enjoyed being her only 'man'. Again he felt personal power no
other man could really have.

"Really?" By now the hair brush was laid aside. Randi worked her
hands in circles on Betty's shoulders. "I don't like the idea of
women with women. It's wrong."

"Oh?" Randi was now smiling, since she could sense the woman under her
hands was responding to the gentle passes she made along her torso.

"Yep. My mother told me," and Betty looked a little odd for a moment,
"I'm having trouble remembering some of the things mother said
lately."

Randi, worked her arms around to Betty's stomach. Her red fingernail
tipped fingers rubbing the muscles of the other girl's abdomen.

"Well, his technique is unusual, I'm certain he's responsible for
whatever when he gives me Fran from time to time. I get such
incredible satisfaction from it. I'm not fond of men. But he's not the
same, different somehow. Its good with him."

"I see," said Betty, her voice beginning to waver. Randi had worked up
to cupping her breasts, and although she believed this should not be
good, she felt light tingles of excitement circle the firm flesh.

Bob could feel Betty's anxiousness, and mild curiosity. Her head
tilted forward, the eyes fluttering from the mildly arousing massage.

Randi took the bold step of cupping up until her fingers could clasp
the nipples of Betty's breast and roll them.

"No, no Randi, don't do this. I don't want to sleep with you." she
mumbled. Her body betrayed her though, rolling along with the motion
from Randi's gentle administrations. "Oh god, that feels good."

Randi began to kiss her on the neck. Betty leaned her head to the
side, allowing Randi's lips easier access. Goose bumps showed her
excited flesh enjoyed the contact.

"No. I, I can't, I won't." 

Randi's fingernails dug into her nipples, lightly, giving her a sharp 
jolt of pleasant pain. "Ohhhhh," moaned her voice.

Greedily, enjoying the conquest of the often argumentative woman, 
Randi pulled at her breasts, pinching nipples between her thumbs and 
forefingers, intermixed with grasping handfuls of the flesh.

Bob reached out to feel what Betty was experiencing. He could feel the
tongue snake into her ear. The heat flowing down towards his groin
from her breasts was prickling his own desires. Her eyes wouldn't stay
open, so he got kaleidoscopic blur of images in the room. His
breathing accelerated to match her pumping lungs.

Randi, holding Betty's left tit's nipple with one hand, reached down
and pulled up Betty's skirt with the other. Here she benefited from
Bob's decision the women were to be available to receive his
attentions at any time. 

So Betty was completely available to Randi as well.

Randi slid one of those carefully manicured fingers down the folds of
Betty's cunt. Her middle finger, chosen for the intrusion, found a
moist entryway waiting. Her finger probed within, and Bob felt the
invasion as certainly as Betty.

"God, no, don't do this," she moaned, helpless before the grasp Randi 
had on her, "let me go, you, you, bitch!"

Randi was unrelenting, her fingers began working the nub of Betty's
clitoris. Betty was bucking, humping at the finger within her.

"You like this, slut. I may be Bob's whore, but you're just a teasing 
little slut and you need to be used."

Bob reached out into Randi's mind, becoming a parasitic observer
within her body. The emotions were intense. He could sense her glee at
conquering the cunt under her fingers. Her own sense of power over
Betty fed his lust of power over both women. He could feel her body
writhing with pleasure although Betty hadn't touched her.

"Oh god, this is wrong! unnng," Betty's lips formed the words,
contradicting her body. "What will Bob think of me? I, I, please
stop!"

"You silly little slut," answered the dominant woman, "He'll think no
more of you than he does now. You are a slut for his personal use, a
cunt, whose purpose is to relieve his sexual pleasure. What did you
think he kept you around for?"

Betty was lurching with Randi's finger. Randi forced Betty to turn her
head towards her face with her left hand. Betty was gone into the 
stage of not caring how she'd been aroused. Randi planted a wet kiss 
on the other woman's mouth. 

Bob could feel victory in Randi's taking of Betty, a strong flush
sensation, broadly giving Randi at least temporary ownership of
Betty's body. He could feel how tasty and sweet Betty's lips were
through his vicarious tactile touch.

Betty couldn't stop the plunging tongue violating her mouth. She 
didn't really want to. The dyke Bob kept around was forcing her into a
lusty orgasm and she couldn't stop her. Any moment now Bob would catch
them and punish her for letting the bitch take her. What could she do?

She entered into the kiss with Passion, with a capital P. The softness
of Randi's mouth was a change from what she'd felt with Bob. The
woman's lips were velvet to her touch, and her own tongue found the
taste simply exciting.

Randi pushed Betty to the bed and lifting the skirt, buried her face 
in the lush red tunnel before her. Her tongue entered the dripping 
cunt, pushing as far in as possible.

"MMMMYYY GOD!," cried Betty. "oohh don't do that!, no, no, no!"

Betty's pelvis had assumed sine wave properties as she thrust and 
ground her cunt into Randi's mouth. She denied the desire for the 
attention with every word, but her body was hot, aflame with 
excitement, reaching for ecstasy.

Randi slid two fingers into the gyrating woman before her. Her fingers
moved in so easily she pulled them back out and added a third. When 
this proved easy as well, she drew her hand out again. Then she 
pointed all the fingers together and tried to insert her entire hand.

"NO NO, That will hurt me," squealed the sweaty woman in Randi's eager
grasp. "OHHHH!"

But the all the fingers pushed in to the widest part, the area of 
Randi's hand from the last knuckle of her thumb to the heal of her 
palm. Betty tried to spread her thighs open even wider than they 
already were, whimpering with a combination of joy and pain. With a 
sudden bump, the wrist Randi pressed behind her hand slipped into the
red/pink gap.

"AAAAAHHHHHH! YEESSS!" screeched Betty, tears pouring from her eyes.

It was impossible to gauge whether from pain or pleasure from looking 
at her. But Bob entered her mind and as Betty, felt wondrously full, 
stretched wide, and unbelievably hot. There was also a stretching 
pain, and a few poking pains where the invading protrusion was hitting
tender points. But even those pains were stimulating the sex within.

Randi clenched her hand into a fist inside Betty and started to punch 
in, out, in, out. Each in motion was answered by a grunt of 
surprise/lust from Betty. Each out motion with a gasp, struggling to 
gulp down air. Tears continued to stream down the side of her face, 
but along with the tears began to come a gasping, begging sound.

"moore, I gotta have mooorre, deeper!" 

"Oh love, you look so beautiful with my arm in you."

"oh Randi!, you're giving, !!!aaaah!!!, me the best... oh yes!"

"You're so pretty when stroked."

"Oh, I coming! MORE >ung< MORE!"

Bob could feel the fullness along the open lips of Betty's hot love 
canal. She was swinging her arms and head wildly in response to the 
brutal invasion. 

She screamed out. Coming wrenched her around bodily on the bed. 

Randi eased her hand out of Betty carefully. She was surprised as all 
hell the girl had taken it, first time, with so little trouble. All 
her other experiences required enormous amounts of lubrication and 
slow careful entry. 

Betty was curled up in a ball on the bed, recovering from her intense
and unexpected experience. 

Randi saw Bob at the door.

He grinned, nodded in approval, and left.

====

Distantly, at the Institute, two men stood before a large oak desk.
The entrance to the room, a large double door, was shut, the curtains 
drawn. 

They stood apart, not associating with each other in any way but their
presence. One, a burly man, wore a turtle-neck sweater, and casual 
slacks. The other wore a business suit.

"You lost her." came a voice from a chair behind the desk. It was 
deep, undoubtably male. The room was dark, and the face concealed by 
the deeper shadows.

"I implanted programming to make her contact us every other week. She 
only missed one so far..." answered the man in the business suit.

"I don't care! Anything we can program in, can be programmed out. You
blew it. You lost her. She is gone. An observer should have watched
her all the time."

"It would've made other sparks suspicious," a pause, "Sir."

"Find her!" a fist accented by striking the desk.

"Yes Sir!" turn and depart started.

"Oh, and Tyler," the departing man looked back, "If you don't find 
her..."

A moment passed. Heavy in the air were other frightening options.

"I understand sir." the man named Tyler left.

"Jones."

"Sir?"

"He'll fail. I know a failure when I see one. Make all the preliminary
arrangements with Jezabel. Then get another team on it. I want to know
when to pull him."

"Yes sir." and the second man left.

A pair of feet, clad in expensive Italian leather, took up residence 
on the edge of the desk. They twitched with impatience.


                        _Chapter & Worse_

The airport was crowded.  He'd chosen to fly at rush hour, with all
the business travelers.

This trip was the first he'd made in some time.  His investments were 
beginning to pay off well.  The money wasn't exactly piling up, but he 
was doing well enough.

This trip would take him to New York.  He planned to find some one to 
handle his investments closer to the markets.  No big deal, and he'd be
back tomorrow.

He walked through the security scanner on the way to the gate and 
almost froze in his tracks.  By sheer force of will he kept moving.

A probe had slid over his camouflage persona, the construct he 
displayed above his thought shield.  The Institute?  Maybe.  If he 
stalled now, they'd figure it out for sure.

He walked on to his plane, taking his seat, in coach, along with all 
the other passengers.

====

The 'hunters' sniffed a scent on the wind.

"William" said the man with the carrot red hair.

"What is it?"

"Lookee here.  The system made a little hiccup.  If the guy going by
was one of the sensitives it should wail, instead I got this funny
flutter."

William looked at readings charted on the sheet of paper.  Nothing
was out of the ordinary except a sudden twitch on an emissions gauge.
He looked at the power monitor, lifted the automatic logging sheet.

"Here's the problem, Red, power hit must've gotten by the filters."

"Hmmm, probably right."

"Happens, ya know."

They went back to reading newspapers.

Bob's picture remained imposed in black and white on the roll of
paper with all the scan data.  As the paper rolled along for other
scan jobs, it folded neatly into a box by the machinery.

====

Bob's relief was immense as the aircraft settled into the clouds. 
Certainly they wouldn't let the plane leave if they knew he was
one of their 'sparks'.

He did a quick snoop on the other passengers.

The cabin was filled with tired, somewhat restless travelers.  They
either wanted to get home, or to their hotels at their destinations. 
None of them seemed too anxious about the flight.

Bob settled in himself.  Napping cut the trip time for him.

====

Arrival.  Next time he'd spring for a limo.

He shared a cramped cab from Laguardia with 3 other people.
Not fun, he decided.  Well, not entirely fun.  There was a very
attractive, lithe little blonde going to mid-town with him.

The blonde was willing to talk to him.  Her name was Andy, she told
him.  They arranged to meet at a restaurant she called 'Possible 20'
somewhere in the area of his hotel for a late dinner.  He used skill
of conversation in the cab, not the talent for control.

He checked into the hotel, depositing his clothing in the room by
hanging the garment bag in the closet.  He planned to meet Andy at
8:00 but it was almost that now.

Fortunately, the taxi driver knew exactly where the restaurant was. 
He walked in only ten minutes late.

He didn't see her in the front room, but in the rear section of the
place she waved and smiled from a table under a picture of Groucho
Marx. The decor's theme was theater and movies. There were men and
women in suits as well as jeans, an interesting mix.

He smiled and walked over to join her, sitting under Groucho's cigar.

"Hello again."

"You may as well sit.  I ordered coffee for both of us."

As he sat, he opened the menu before him.  The fare was as mixed as the
fashion sense of the customers.  He was pleased at the choices.

"Sorry I'm late, concierge slowed me down in the lobby of the
hotel.  I've only been to New York once before, had a little 
trouble getting everything straightened away."

"Its okay.  The restaurant would be empty anyway.  Curtain time has the
crowds under control at the moment.  No one will be here until after 
the last act."

"Huh?"

"Theater district is just a little downtown.  The theater crowds will
be busy at the moment.  This place draws some of the theater goers."

"Oh.  I see.  The theaters have that much effect on the crowds?"

"In the evening, yes.  Going to be in the City long?"

"Just tonight and tomorrow this trip."

"Oh dear.  Well we wouldn't want you to leave thinking badly of The
City." The way she said 'The City', he knew she meant it to be all
caps.  He'd met hard core New Yorkers before, but she was a living
example of New York City as center of universe thinking.

He ordered skins, potato skins, the meal on the plane had somehow
irritated his stomach.  She had some kind of sandwich, he didn't pay
attention to what.

She'd changed from the outfit she wore in the cab.  She now wore a
dark sports jacket with elbow patches over a fluffy white blouse,
slim jeans, and flats. Her hair was a bouncy shoulder length, almost
golden blonde.  Her face had high cheeks, a perpetual smile and
almost laughing eyes. He admired her thin tender looking ears as well.

They lost themselves in discussions of international politics for a
time.  Was the economic future of the country dependent on finding an
accommodation with Japan, were the Germans really getting their house
in order, more trivia of interest.  She proved better read on many
topics than he, often bringing in some little piece of information or
another he'd overlooked lately.

"What do you do?" she finally asked.

"I manage my investments."

"Oh? you a broker?"

"No, just found a way to stop working for other people and manage a 
portfolio instead.  Got lucky I guess.  What about you?"

"Oh, I do a little of this, a little of that.  I've been working
through temp agencies for some time.  Right now I'm running a real
small business's accounting department."

"Good deal, I guess, if you can find something like that. How come you
were at the airport then?"

"Went to visit my sister in KayCee." 

It took a minute, but he realized she meant Kansas City.

He paid for dinner.  Anyone working through temp agencies, he figured, 
wouldn't mind dinner on him.  He was right, she seemed grateful he had 
picked up the tab.

They walked down Broadway.  She led him through Times Square, past the 
hordes of beggars, street vendors, and musicians with hats or tins out. 
At one point, the break dancers had taken over the entire sidewalk.

They walked around through street traffic. There seemed to be a flow 
of people through the busy, yet sporadic flow of cars and busses.

They strolled south for some time.  Andy called the direction
downtown. She pointed out some of the better known buildings.  They
slipped over to the library, she tried but failed to remember the
names of the Lions.

He laughed at this and told her their names.  He stole into her
thoughts to pull the information out.  For all he knew, she wasn't
right either, but she thought he was.

[END]

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[BEGIN]
She pointed out a building south of the Library.  It had a gold
colored top.  The lights shone brightly, accenting the gold top. She
informed him solemnly this was the American Standards building.  She
laughed because he remained mystified.

"It's the company that make toilets, silly.  Think of all the
crappers it took to build the thing." She continued to laugh.  He
smiled.

"Sir Thomas would be proud."

"Sir who?" she said.

"Sir Thomas, Sir Thomas Crapper, the inventor of the flush toilet as 
we know it.  Was knighted for his effort."

"Really?"

"Really."

Her laughter was contagious.

=====

They had gotten back to his hotel.  It was about 11:30.  He was amazed 
a city could be so busy, even late at night.

Andy was going to say good-bye at the door to the hotel, but he
talked her into seeing him to his room.  Sensing what he could say
helped.  She had been holding his hand now for some time, quite
content with his company.

At the door, he kissed her.  She seemed to like it.  A second, somewhat 
sloppier kiss followed.  Her tongue joined in the act.

"Isn't this just a little fast?" she ducked her head down so he 
couldn't continue.  He felt uncertainty within her, an interest in 
going on, but reluctantly.

"Depends."

"On what?"

"Whether we both want to or not." With his left hand he lifted her 
chin, with his right he opened the door.  She followed his kiss into 
the hotel room.

"I, uh, don't think this is such a good idea." 

Bob pulled her to him, and plunged his tongue into her mouth.  She
tasted delicious.  Her eyes closed in rapture each time his lips
locked against hers.  She relished each kiss as though it was the
first she'd ever had.

His hands held her arms at the shoulders, holding her tightly to him.  
He used the grip to turn her enough to allow him to suck gently at
her neck.

He could sense a decision inside her being reached, whether to stay;
spending the night, or go; in hopes he'd come see her again.  He let 
her work on the thought while he worked on the soft skin of her neck.  

"I'll stay," she whispered, "but I don't know if I'll regret this in 
the morning."

"I hadn't asked you."

"You would have," she started to nibble at his neck and chin.

He kicked off his shoes.  She dropped the sports jacket and stepped
out of her flats.  Taking her hand he led her to the bed.  She looked
at it briefly, shuddered a moment. Determined, she sat at the edge
and raised her arms to entice him to her.

He entered her arms, and pulled her to him as he rolled to a prone
position.  She grinned above him, diving the six inches to his face to 
kiss him then pulling back.  She teased him this way for a few minutes.

He reached a hand behind her neck and held her to a passionate kiss, 
tongues in collision.  Her eyes remained enticingly closed during every
meeting of their lips.  Her hand drifted to his hardening prick.

"Oh my, did I do that?"

"As if you didn't already know."

"Can I have it for my very own?"

"We can let you test drive it..."

She began unwrapping the prize she sought.  First his belt, then the
button on his trousers, and the zipper made a resounding 'ZZZippp!' as
she pulled it down.  They both giggled.

As she pulled the elastic of his underwear over the stiff member, it
popped to immediate attention.  With a victorious smile, she
performed a mock salute to the little soldier.

"Remain at attention!" she said.

He laughed at her playful attack.  She plunged her mouth over the tip, 
soaking him between her warm wet lips.  Her hair shook lightly at the 
motions she made.

He watched the twinkle in her eyes grow as she licked and nibbled the 
length of his cock, between her attempts to bring the head into her 
throat.  The tingle he was beginning to feel improved as she grasped 
the base of his prick with one of her soft warm hands.  She squeezed it
and pumped whenever her head wasn't seeking to engulf its length.

He couldn't help thrusting into her face, every time she sucked him
in.  The pink tongue sometimes showed around the edges of his cock as
she sucked.  He struggled to avoid pulling her head to force himself
deeper into the orifice he was fucking.

She watched his face as she sucked.  Her activity became more
enthusiastic as she saw him more frenzied.  The pressure rose in his
groin.  He felt fluids starting to travel.

"I'm coming Andy.  I'm coming."

"MMPPPH!" She plunged his cock deeply into her mouth, driving him past
her rear teeth, and at last, into her throat.  He felt her rear teeth 
rubbing sharply against the body of his penis.

She kept this deep throat action going while his groin muscles
mechanically pumped a volume of come into her.  She held him in her
throat as long as she could hold her breath, lips and tongue rubbing
against the root and balls.  She enjoyed his facial expression during
release.

Then she sat back.  He rolled on his side in contentment.  

"Good." she said.

"Good what?"

"Now when I get you hard again, you'll last longer."

He laughed again.  She'd entered into the fun, having made her 
decision.  

"You needn't have worried.  That's the one muscle I have with endurance
to spare."

It was her turn to laugh.  She peeled away her blouse, leaving her 
breasts bound in their double barrel slingshot.  Then she dropped her 
jeans, revealing a lacy pair of panties.  She left these on and began 
unbuttoning Bob's shirt.  After pulling his pants off, she made him 
shed the remains of his shirt.  

"I'm gonna leave these on just to give you some continued interest," 
she waved at the underwear she wore.  Her tits seemed to fill the bra 
quite nicely, and a hint of the dark patch of pubic hair was visible 
around the edges of her panties.  

Her body slipped up against Bob's naked skin.  She felt smooth and silky
as she rubbed her legs against his.  He began to caress her arms and 
shoulders as they once again began to neck.  He carefully traced lines 
across her back, following paths her nervous system reacted to well.

She let out a sigh, enjoying the way he anticipated points on her
back she wanted touched.  Enjoying her response, he began to tease
along her pleasantly round hips the same way.

"oooo, that's nice!" He liked the way her lips shaped the sounds.

He sensed itching and tingling under the bra straps she wore. So he
reached around and hooked the eyelets free.  The back now loose, her
flesh in the front still cupped in the bra, he moved the straps to
the sides.  Then he scratched her back along the places they had been
binding her.

She tucked her head down against his chest and purred.  She was making 
a low rumbling and rolling 'rrr' noise until she slipped her lips 
forward and began to suck at his nipple.  Then the sound came from her
throat.

Not allowing her to resume control, he reached his hand down between 
her panties and bottom.  It was soft to the touch, and he kneaded the 
cheeks gently.  This also brought a sigh of joy from Andy.  She was 
writhing slowly against his leg, and he pushed her ass to force her 
groin to grind harder.  He could feel the beginnings of rolling in her
abdomen muscles from excitement.

Her breath stepped up in speed.  No, not yet gasping, but more 
rhythmic, more lusty, more heat.  She wasn't showing signs of real 
exertion yet, no sweat, no hurrying.

He pushed her back and pulled the bra away from her chest.  He
admired the flesh exposed by her further nudity.  The breasts
themselves were much paler than the rest of her, almost an alabaster
white.  At the apex were tiny red/brown nipples, but oddly inverted.
There were little puckers where the knobby tips should be. He'd never
seen nipples inverted before!

He sucked at one, the nipple popped out, remaining out while erect.
They both became hard quickly, slowly softening when he paid more 
attention to the other.  She didn't enjoy more brutal treatment of her 
nipples, he could tell before she said so, but her response to really 
hard sucking was enormous.  So he sucked her into his mouth and 
tickled the stiff ends with his tongue tip.

She rewarded him by groaning and moaning, her hands and arms wrapping 
themselves around his head as he suckled her tits.  She clutched him to
her tightly as he attacked them, her head craning backwards as she 
moaned out her happiness.  His nose and eyes pushed into the pale 
skin.

Eventually she pushed him back.

"Please, I want you now.  I want to feel you inside me."

He helped her remove the panties, tossing them to the side.  She lifted
her legs, but he pulled her up to a sitting position.  

"Get on top." 

She squatted on her heels above his cock, guiding it into her.  He could
feel her moisture as her cunt slid down over his pole.  Impaled, she 
knelt open mouthed above him.  Her nipples remained pointed out, sharp 
and beautiful.  

He began to sit up.

"What the...?" 

"Bring your legs around behind me, sit on my lap." 

She struggled to unbend her kneeling knees, letting him sit at the 
edge of the bed, her body wrapped around his, with his cock violating 
her deepest recesses.  

"OOOOooooohhh," a moan escaped, not released, but forcefully freed.

He lifted, then dropped her in his lap.  She held onto him, weaving her 
fingers together behind his neck.  He had a good view of his own 
manhood thrusting into her as she gasped and moaned with pleasure.

His hands were locked under her buttocks, helping keep entry and
withdrawal motions going.  She was moving well on her own now, so he
disengaged his hands.  His right hand sought out the meeting of their
flesh at her hot wet cunt lips from the back.

He felt his prick sliding in and out as she moved above.  Her head
was starting to whip back and forth, gaining intensity with every
plunging entry his cock made.

Tracing back up with his fingers, he felt her asshole.  It was making 
puckering and unpuckering motions along with the rest of her.  

She was working up to another plateau of pleasure.  He could sense a 
thrill within her as he tickled the ring of her anus.  

Suddenly he invaded her anal orifice with his finger, driving it in to
the second knuckle.

"YESSSS!" she screamed out immediately.  "YESS! YESS! YES!"

She was bucking madly, thrusting back, not only at his prick, but 
against the intruding finger up her ass as well.  She was sweating now
profusely.  An orgasm which clutched at his prick surged from her.  He 
fucked her ass thoroughly with his finger as she came.  

"FUCK, FUCK ME!" came the cry as the tension in her muscles tightened 
with cramp proportions.  Then she came down a little.  He kept at her, 
tilting his head down at an angle to suck a nipple, he continued to 
fuck her cunt, and her ass.

"NOT AGAIN! YES!" came a gleeful, and perhaps triumphant howl.

She swung her head wildly and let go another screaming orgasm.  He felt
a surge of liquid fire rise within, so he let loose his second orgasm 
for the night.  The come flooded out the tip of his cock, he could 
almost see the seed enter her.  Some dripped around the opening of the 
girl at the point their bodies were joined.

She slowly went limp in his arms.  Obviously glowing with a joy of
someone just fucked, she smiled radiantly at him.

They sat for a while, with him inside her.  She was overwhelmed with 
afterglow, for now.

====

"I've never seen inverted nipples before," he was playing with the 
tips of her breasts.  They looked like tiny belly buttons, only a red 
brown color.  She smiled at him as he got one to pop up erect.

"They've been there all my life."

"It must be unusual."

"I suppose, but not to me."

"Yup."

"You hit a real hot spot fingering my, um, bottom."

He looked at her, surprised.

"You've never had anyone, er, fondle your ass before?"

"My ass, yes, my asshole, no."

"You don't know what you're missing."

"I think you may be right, although."

"Although?"

"If you'd suggested it before our little dalliance, I would never've
gone to bed with you."

"Well, if I can get it up again," looking down at the semi-stiff 
prick, "we can try a little back door delight.  You want to try?"

"Oh, but it might hurt."

"Nonsense, I brought some baby oil.  We'll just get your tail oiled up 
and you'll find it less difficult than you think."

"Um," she tossled his hair, and nibbled at his ear.  She spent a few
minutes thinking it over, "okay, you can take my ass.  I'm game."

"Ha! not yet I don't, recuperation takes more than ten minutes."

"You want my virginity, you better rise to the occasion!"

"Oh, give me a break. I already came twice!"

She giggled, and sat up.  A moment latter her lips were actively 
attempting to resuscitate his flagging pecker.  At his present level of
arousal, she easily fit his entire cock and balls in her mouth.  She 
worked her lips over the glans, around the edges, tongued the under 
seam.  He became stiff, one more time.

"Now don't do too much, you don't want me to come before I enter you."

She giggled and tried to smile at him while sucking with her mouth
and pumping with her hand.  A few minutes later his rod had achieved
suitable stiffness.

"Get your shoulders on the mattress, and stick your butt in the air."

She started to do so in the middle of the bed.  He got the baby oil.
Opening it, he rubbed some on his prick.  

"No, no.  Get down here, the edge, yeah that's it, knees on the edge of
the bed." She moved again.

He took a handful of oil and rubbed it over her ass.

"Oh! That's cold!"

"Sorry, it'll warm up." 

His hands on either cheek, he pried open her anus with his thumbs one
at a time, working the oil into her nether hole.  Then he moved his
cock's head against the opening.

"OH!"

In it went, about an inch and a half.  He paused, letting her adjust to
the plundering penis in her.  Her eyes showed wide open shock at the 
entry.

"I feel like I gotta go."

"It'll pass as I get in deeper."

"God, I feel so fucking full already." Her face was turned back 
towards him over her left shoulder, pressed into the mattress.  Tears 
were forming in her eyes.

"Okay, I'll go in a little farther." so saying pushed another inch in.

"Ow! Oh! OH!"

"Want me to stop?"

"No! I mean, I think I'm gonna like this." She reached back to pull 
her chalky white cheeks farther apart for him.

He pressed forward a little more, her sphincter looser now as she 
relaxed and tried feeling the pleasant sensations.  He resolved to let 
her work it out, rather than adjust her senses to accept it.

"Ahhh!" and she dropped into a continuous low moan.

Now he pressed all the way, so his balls teased her cunt and his tummy 
rested against her spread cheeks.  He waited a moment for the muscles 
of her ass to adjust to his presence.

He began the motion to plunder this treasure.  Out slowly, in slowly, 
then faster, building a rhythm.

"Oh god, yes, that's so fucking good." her eyes shuttered from 
arousal.  A pink tongue slipped out of her mouth to apply pressure to 
her lips.

He reached around and began to play with her clit.  The oiled fingers 
made the contact smoother and seemed to allow movement with less 
irritation to her skin.

"YESS!" she hissed.  Her own rhythm began to meld with his.  If 
anything, she was trying to slam her ass against him now.  He felt the 
grip of her ass muscles as she began to pulse with the heat.

The hand that wasn't busy, his left, he reached for her left tit.
Finding the nipple he began rolling it between his thumb and
forefinger.  In moments he had the tip out from it's hiding place.
She moaned, raising her shoulders and tucking her head down
underneath.

He felt her reach orgasm.  His own release came soon afterwards,
pouring semen into the darkness of her ass.  She was screaming, he
was lunging, they both collapse, with his cock still up her ass.

"God, that was..." she trailed

"Yes?"

"Different," she looked at him lustily, perhaps divining emotions to
go along with her physical pleasure.  "yes, it was different.  I'd
never have done that without, well, I guess you turn me on a lot."

"Well, I need a shower, wanna play?" He pulled out, with an audible
pop.

She pouted.

"I liked that in there."

"You can have it again, if you behave nicely." he whacked her bottom 
playfully and headed to the bathroom, "but I need some sleep tonight."

They showered together.  She had fun soaping his crotch, he had fun 
soaping hers.  Her nipples popped up again under the spraying water.

They slept.

====

In the morning, he took her again.  He took her ass, if for no other
reason, she like it.  He asked why.  She said part of it was the
helplessness she felt with him pinning her on her face.

He laughed at this explanation, but he entered her rear plumbing 
again, to her delight.  If he could get it up again, he was certain 
she'd demand another opportunity to enjoy the new experience.

When she left, she insisted on getting a phone number from him.  
Instead he got hers, and told her he would pay the fare for her to 
visit him soon.  Within a few weeks.

Then he left to pursue business opportunities.  

And done with business, he picked up a package at a little store in 
mid-town.

====

The plane was airborne.  His trip successful at the 5th broker he'd
visited.  He was pleased.

He called Andy to say good-bye, he'd promised to, after all.  But she
was out, and her answering machine picked up.  He left a cute, but
romantic enough message, saying he wanted her again, er, to see her 
again.

Then he'd flagged down a hack.  The cab ride was bumpy and brutal.  But 
he made it in time for his flight.

There was another probing of his mind at Laguardia, but he was
prepared.  He obviously didn't trigger any alarms, but was very
nervous when his keys set off the metal detector.

The flight was nearly empty.  Four other passengers, and as many
stewardesses.  The airline couldn't be happy about it.

His frolic with Andy left him horny.

Part of the problem he had was related to his talent.  He'd only
needed to use it to read her mind. She had reacted well, mostly
because he knew exactly what she'd wanted.  But he found arousal in
using the talent as well.

The captain turned off the seat belt sign.

After glancing briefly at a magazine from the pocket before him, he
got up to wander to the head.  When he came out, a stewardess was
working in the storage pantry at the back of the plane.

Taking a quick look up the aisle, he saw they were pretty well 
isolated.  

She looked up at him and smiled.  It was a typical "You're the 
customer" smile, intended to be professional but not terribly 
friendly.  

She was well built.  Her legs showed attractively below a short skirt,
part of the uniform.  Her vest covered only part of a starched white
button down blouse, and a badge pinned to the vest proclaimed her to
be Robin.  Robin had blue eyes, in contrast to her brunette hair,
held back on the sides with a barrette.   Her shape suggested some
sweet curves, and her backside was tight, at least as far as he could
tell.

"Hello Robin." 

"Can I help you sir?" 

"As a matter of fact, yesss..." He slipped a feather light tendril into 
her mind.  She would now believe she was home with her boyfriend.  Bob, 
of course, would fill that roll.  

"Hello darling." she reached her arms around his neck and planting a
loving kiss.  He moved his hand up to her breast and began feeling
through the material.

"Oh sweetheart, not now.  I just finished work."

Well.  She had interesting evasions for her boyfriend when she got 
home.  He did what he'd avoided with Andy.  He used the talent to 
created arousal signals in her groin and tits.

"Well, maybe we could," she continued while caressing his crotch,
"I'll get the chains out.  Do you want to be chained to the bed or
the floor?"

Whoops!  This wasn't going to work for Bob!  He did a search through
her mind, finding an old friendship she concealed from her 'pet'
boyfriend.

Now she saw him as some guy named George.  George was the man she'd
grovel before, if he wanted.  Apparently it never actually came to that.
But thinking she was with George got her juices really running.

She immediately changed her own persona, draping herself against him, 
reaching her hands up to run them through his hair.  Her voice dropped 
half an octave, and she spoke.

"Hi lover.  Missed you.  Where have you been?" Bob had to look again to 
be certain the voice came from the same woman.  He pulled her face to 
his, driving his tongue between her lips.  He'd swear she had almost 
done a traditional swoon, dropping her own muscle control to let him 
hold her up.

He led her aside to the little pantry nook and began necking with her.
While his lips pulled at her cherry tongue, he reached out his probes 
to ensure none of the other passengers or attendants would bother 
them.

She licked and chewed at his neck.  He lifted her skirt and pulled her
panties to her knees.  His hand felt the wetness she'd developed after 
seeing George standing beside her.  He almost felt sorry for George, 
missing this fine moment with her.

"Okay lover, turn around and bend down."

"Anything you say George."

She turned and jutted her tush up.  Bob reached around her, separated
her blouse in the front, and was rewarded to find a quick release
front snap for her bra.  Her ample bosom was released and he felt
the large hanging boobs, seeking the nipples with his thumb and
forefingers.  She let loose a low grunting moan.

After a few moments he undid his pants, allowing them to drop to his 
knees.  His stiff wang wagged between them and he guided it, from 
behind, into the soaking wet tunnel she'd proffered.  

He began to ram in and out of her and she made appropriate gasping 
sounds, pleasing him.  After a few minutes though he pulled out again.

"Don't stop now, lover," she said.  He grinned thinking of his early
morning exercise with Andy.  He enjoyed her enthusiastic sexual antics
a lot.  He spread Robin's cheeks and pressed the tip of his prick
against the rosette.

"NO!, oh please lover, anything, anything at all but that!" she 
squealed in her original voice.  

"Just hold still, you'll like it," to ensure this, Bob eased her 
muscles with mild controls, and increased the pleasure symbols her 
nervous system was carrying already.  He pressed in an inch.  She was so
tight, he feared he might not make it in.

"OH! OH! NO! MY GOD! DON'T!" she continued, but her butt wiggled a 
little from stimulation, rather than pain.  "YOU CAN'T FIT THERE!"

He pressed in farther.  He also raised the still mild stimulus to hot 
lust in her rectum.  She pressed back against him hard.  With a quick 
thrust she was completely impaled.  Her head shook, tears running down 
her face.  She also moaned excitedly.

He thought of Andy, while pumping into Robin.  He reached around and 
began to pinch her nipples.  She snapped her head up, letting out a 
sharp squeal of joy.  Her head shook wildly in abandon.

She shoved down harder against his cock, but he started to come.  The 
burst of semen planted by his prick into her ass dribbled out a 
little.  He pulled out, while her asshole almost seemed to suck the 
last drops from him.  His cock was starting to go limp all ready.

Using towels near at hand, he cleaned up some. She continued to 
squirm, just shy of having come.

"Follow me." he said, pulling his pants up.

She followed him to his seat, empty seats to either side.  He moved 
over by the window and instructed her to sit beside.  Opening his pants
again, he had her start to blow him.  

He had another stewardess bring him something to drink.  This one, 
named Janet apparently, looked nothing like the Janet he knew.  

Her hair was long and black, her lips full and deep red.  She wore the 
same uniform Robin had on, showing slightly bow legs, but attractively
curved anyway.  She stopped and stared at Robin sucking his cock.  

She had much smaller knockers.  He had her show them to him.  The
knobby little nipples were already excited.  At his command she began
to pinch and play with them.

He knew he could make her forget all this. Instead, he had her
masturbate for him in the aisle.  While she did this, he came all
over Robin's face.

He gave his little cocksucker a remote control orgasm, forcing her to