The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Dawn Covy, Dawn’s Apartment

I sighed and stretched as my alarm brayed for my attention. A heap of blankets littered the bed as a cold morning breeze filtered in through the open window. I risked sticking an arm out of the warm covers to close the offending window and stopped when I felt something tug on my breast. I held the pose for a moment as my arm grew goosebumps from the chill and soaked in the warmth of something under the blankets. Not awake enough to panic, my brain prioritized the following actions: close the window and retract my limb before it got cold, silence the alarm I’d set on my phone, and then find out what was under the covers with me. I set out with the efficiency of the hungover and accomplished the first task flawlessly.

With the window now closed I rolled lightly over, my eyes still not fully open, and brushed something blue away from my face only to be distracted when it came back. After two more unsuccessful attempts my mind was starting to warm up and allowed me to stop playing with my hair and continue on with my original plan to silence the noisy phone. Snatching it from the bedside table I held it in front of my face and frowned when I couldn’t see the off button. With a further sigh I realized what was happening and slid the green icon to the side before holding the phone to my ear.

“Dawn.” I managed, my throat a little dry.

“Ms. Covy! What wrong with you, me ducky?” the voice shouted into my groggy ear. “We ups with the open sign in ’bout ten and I stand around looking and there you is gone!”

“Good morning, Parker.” I replied, no where near awake enough to deal with foreign languages so early in the morning. I peeled my phone from my ear and glanced at the time, and my eyes bulged from my head as I did so. “Holy crap! I forgot to set my alarm! I slept in!”

“Gw’an, b’y! You saying you’re still a’ cush cush?” Parker snapped incredulously.

“Look, I’m sorry I slept in. Just open up with Foley and I’ll be over as soon as I can.” I said, then made to get out of bed, the unaddressed object on my breast sliding off to rest on my hip.

“She’s not here neither, Ms. Covy! This is what I’m all in a huff about!” Parker shouted at me, then grumbled something inaudible before coming back to the phone. “Stay where you’re at till I comes where you’re to. I’ll bring a stiff cup with me.”

With that she hung up. I looked down past my phone and noted that I was, in fact, completely naked. The window may have been closed, but the apartment was still as cold as ice and my nipples were so hard I bet you could have used them to play vinyl LP’s. I was reminded of the third thing on my list yet again as a hand snaked up from the other side and pulled itself around until it met the original.

“Mmmrnin... brss...” something muttered unintelligibly from the sheets.

“Yeaagh!” I screamed as I flew to my feet, skidding on a slipper and bouncing off a bureau. Coming to a stop in a heap I quickly righted myself and threw my most accusing finger at the equally naked girl in my bed. “What are you doing there?”

Foley stretched and purred as she arched her back and thrust her exposed breasts negligently towards me. I watched, doing an impression of someone who was transfixed, as she rolled her head and let her tangled hair cover and uncover her supple physique. She caught my eye and her face expanded into an embarrassed grin as she drew up a leg to show off her ass and lower back. “Boss! You’re making me blush!”

“Yeah, I can see that. I can see a lot of that!” I said in near-hysterics. “Why are you naked in my bed? What did... Oh my god!”

I tore my eyes off her willingly vulnerable body, took a look around the room and noted with a sinking feeling the discarded clothing, including a pair of panties tossed as far as the front door, and an smattering of open or empty bottles of liquor. I let my outstretched finger fall flat and then turned back to my apparent lover.

“Like what you see?” Foley continued to tease, moving back and forth between various adorably sexy poses that put severely conflicting thoughts into my head. “Want to continue where we left off?”

“Where we... What... Oh, Foley, what the hell did I do to you this time?” I moaned, my memory kindly reminding me that I was had super powers now. “What did we do last night?”

“You don’t remember?” Foley giggled coyly, then barely suppressed a pair of snorts before breaking into undignified chortling. “Oh my god, boss! You are so goddamn cute right now! I wish I had a camera. Absolutely priceless!”

I forced myself not to hyperventilate as I watched her reel and roil amongst covers I was silently vowing to burn as soon as I could. “What happened?”

“You got drunk and took advantage of your youngest employee.” she said, wiping tears from her eyes. After a silent moment she caught my unamused expression and cleared her throat. “Erm. Fine, okay? Sorry, but it is a silly situation. You got shit-faced and passed out. I couldn’t find your PJ’s and I was a little drunk myself so I just hauled you to bed and stripped us both down.”

“Oh thank god.” I said, realizing how religious I seemed to be getting this morning, and then sighed, “Well that’s a relief.”

“You did keep kissing me while I was trying to sleep, though.” she added whimsically.

“Foley!”

“What? You did! I didn’t mind. You’re pretty fucking sexy all naked and hot with your blue hair. Besides, I may... or may not... have a thing... for powerful older women.” Foley said, and I wanted to dismiss the comment entirely except she wouldn’t meet my eyes while saying it and actually pulled a blanket over her nakedness as she did so.

“Just how old do you think I am?” I snapped defensively, then slapped my palm to my forehead as the world slowly reeled around me. “I can’t believe that’s what I chose to dwell on. Stop with your... with... no more of it!”

“You’re wish is my command, boss.” Foley laughed and sat in a scandalous lotus position that showed once and for all that she did not bleach her hair, then sighed and gestured to the detritus around us. “Either way... We should probably get dressed.”

“Yeah.” I deflated and followed her gaze as she soaked in and likely memorized every contour of my body. “Foley! Close your damn eyes before I buy a crow and make it peck them out!”

“Should buy a blue jay. Match your hair... or a bald eagle to match your—”

“Foley!” I screamed as someone began pounding on the door.

“Get your arse out here and let me in!” Parker’s grumpy shouting accompanied the knocking.

“I got it!” Foley said brightly as she bolted from the bed faster than I could stop her and made a naked bee-line for the door. She swung it wide open and in the same motion reached to pull the coffee out of the suddenly speechless Parker’s grip. She winked and then pushed the door closed as she said, “Thanks, Emi. We’ll be just a minute.”

I just stared at her with a vacant expression, my hands up defensively over my gibbly bits. “Foley, what is wrong with you?” I asked for the umpteenth time, though without any energy behind the now rhetorical question.

“I’m just staking my claim before you get all world-controlling. That Garret guy gets his Liona and now you have your Foley.” she stuck her tongue out and pulled on the panties that had been discarded near the door. “Going to feel so gross wearing yesterdays clothes. Eww. Better hurry up, boss, we open in five minutes.”

“Ugh.” I muttered in agreement and sloughed off to grab a clean set of clothing. After I had pants and at least a bra on I wandered over to the coffee and took a large swig before sighing and gesturing to the door. “Once we walk out of here we never talk about this again, okay?”

“Only if that’s and order.” Foley quipped with a twirl of her hair as she opened the door and sashayed across the small parking lot.

Dawn Covy, Dove by Day

“Have a nice day!” I said, beaming a completely convincing smile at the last couple to be part of the morning rush. Parker’s urgency on the phone hadn’t done justice to the crowd waiting at our door. We’d opened ten minutes late once before when a fridge broke down forcing us to spend extra time vacating suddenly expired goods and we’d still only had a dozen or so patrons at the crack of dawn. Today was a complete shit show with nearly forty people trying to cram into a space with twenty-eight seats and more filing in every minute.

At the end of the non-stop rush Parker watched until the last customer had stepped around the corner then performed a tactical flop onto the nearest stool. “Jesus, Murphy, and Joseph, Ms. Covy, what a snarl.” she said as she wiped the small amount of sweat from her brow.

“No kidding! Look at the tip jar, too! These were not poor college kids, you know. Those were, like, socialites!” Foley beamed as her eyes flashed dollar signs. “Did we do some advertising or something?”

“No, but I bet it had something to do with yesterday’s big developments.” I muttered irritably, “If I find out those people had anything to do with this... I’ll have to ask Alania tomorrow.”

After agreeing to join the cabal they had given me schedule to meet them on different days this week and see their main operations so I could figure out where I’d best fit within the scheme of things. Alania was supposed to pick me up in the evening and take me to the O2 for a rundown on her organization while Garret and I were supposed to go over his companies the following afternoon. Finally I would be taken by Dimitri to see his empire in action. After that we would meet on Saturday to get my thoughts. I resolutely avoided thinking about it while working, Dove by Day taking priority over anything this new inconvenience could throw at me.

“You people. You’re one of them now.” Foley reminded me superfluously, and much to my chagrin, “What does it matter anyway? People spend money and you get a big ass profit. Maybe you should get out of the tea business and take your powers to a big company? Who’s the biggest female CEO in town?”

“Melisa Briggs.” I recalled absently, trying to hide a scowl by busying myself by cleaning my beloved counters. “I think her face was on the cover of on People magazine recently.”

“What’s she run?” Parker asked as she rubbed her temples to get a tension headache that had come about after the five hundredth cup sold today.

I shrugged, “I didn’t read the article, but the caption was something like ‘The richest woman in the mid-west!’ or something like that. It doesn’t matter either way, I’m not going to cheat people out of their money like my... like that.”

“I don’t know, boss. If you asked me to give you all my money I’d run home and get you my Visa just for good measure. I’d enjoy every second of it too. Right, Emi?” Foley smiled much as she had when we’d woken up together that morning.

Parker, once again affirming her station as my favorite employee, shook her head and at least tried to deny what we all knew was true. “I don’t like being bossed around such a way.”

I avoided further conversation while we tidied up as best as we could manage with the slow but steady trickle of customers finding their way into the shop. If the customer was a lone woman I made a point of busying myself in the back until she left, but I did get caught out by a trio of college girls at one point.

“Hi, hi, hi!” the one with a ponytail beamed brightly, her white coat a sporty accessory to her lithe frame.

“Too excitable, Tif.” the brunette bob replied, then flashed me an apologetic smile. “Sorry, she likes meeting new people.”

“Not to worry. What can I get for all of you?” I deflected and gestured to the menu above me.

“Hmm... I’ll have whatever is your favorite.” the third girl, her long hair flowing silkily down her shoulders and back as she shifted her weight from one stiletto to the next. “So, I have to ask. Is it true you are the best in town?”

“Uh... I don’t think I’ve made that claim publicly but I do hold that opinion of Dove by Day.” I said with an earnest confidence, “We take the time and care that other companies just don’t manage these days and I think it reflects in our products and services.”

“Mmm. But our friend told us that you’d won all kinds of awards or something.” Tif, the ponytail, said as she used her arms to subtly push out her chest even if there was no cleavage visible.

That one, I admit, was a first. I shrugged and tried to dismiss it, “I don’t know about any awards for small one-off tea houses, but I’m glad word is getting around about us. Have you made any decisions?”

“I was serious.” Stiletto cocked a half smile and shamelessly gave me an up and down look, “Whatever you’re craving right now is how I want to taste.”

“Regina!” the bob exclaimed scandalously, and I couldn’t help but think she looked familiar, “You can’t just come right out and say things like that!”

“I say what I want. I want her, so I say her.” the stiletto replied haughtily, then gestured to her two friends and looked to me, “What do you think? If you had to kiss us what would you like us to taste like?”

“I—” I didn’t have a reply ready for that one, though I must say I wasn’t as off guard as I’d have been the day before and I recovered quickly. “I’m sorry, miss, but I’m not interested.”

“Psht, like hell you’re not. I have a ESP, you know. I can sense horny people a mile away.” Ponytail declared triumphantly and tried to intimidate me by wiggling her fingers psychically. “Supe’s horny.”

“You have to forgive them, they’re idiots.” the as-yet-unnamed brunette said sheepishly and took a step back to let the boisterous teammates get it out of their system.

“Shut up, slut. You were the one who wanted to ask her for an orgy.” Stiletto muttered derisively before turning her predatory smile back in my direction, “Look, we want some tea to go, something organic and good for our skin, but we also want to invite you to a little gathering we are having at the University this weekend. It’s going to be super chill, so even more mature women will be right in their element.”

“I’m not old! Look, I’m not interested in your—” I started to say, realizing with a jolt that I’d been watching her velvet-soft lips moving instead of making eye contact. The worst thing was I found myself imaging her tasting like Sweet Temptation, a flowery blend we recommend that men get their women for anniversaries. The mix of pomegranate and cranberry would add a tartness to her tongue as it met mine and the saccharine hint of maple would linger long after our lips parted. I shook the image out of my head as quickly as I could and chalked it up to the freshness of yesterday’s events in my mind. “I’m not interested, okay?”

“Suuuure you aren’t.” Ponytail said in a tone that had me seriously worried she was trying to bully me.

“Girls, stop pestering her and just give her the invitation. If she’s interested then she’ll come. If not, then she won’t.” the brunette said, continuing to be the voice of reason.

“Oh, fine. Here’s the invitation. It says you can bring a plus one but if you bring anyone then I’ll be super pissed, okay?” Stiletto handed me the amateurishly printed card and then blew me a kiss and turned to leave. “Beryl, get my tea will you? I’m getting way to worked up around her. That blue hair is a killer!”

Ponytail followed her pack leader out the door and left me alone with the brunette, Beryl, who repeatedly looked my way only to fall back each time with a sheepish grin and study her feet. I prepared the trio of tea bags, placed them in three separate cups, and then poured in the hot water. I put the lids on and handed them to the first girl I’d talked to in the last twenty four hours who hadn’t tried to hit on me, other than Parker, and smiled.

“Thanks for stopping by. Don’t worry about your friends, they aren’t the first to try this sort of thing and they won’t be the last.” I reassured her with a genuinely warm smile as I took her change.

“Thanks.” she said with obvious relief as she took a sip of the tea, grabbed the little tray I’d provided, and turned to walk towards the door. She stopped halfway and I could hear the rumblings of an inner dialogue before she suddenly turned around and marched right back over to me. She shoved the teas down onto the counter, causing me to lean in to steady them as she clenched either side of my collar in each hand. Before I could stop her she pulled me right in and locked her lips on mine.

Again, I was unfortunately growing used to this sort of treatment during my second day as some sort of lesbian sex goddess, but her inexperienced kiss had so much desperation behind it that I felt my knees go weak. Her tongue was darting about like a frightened doe, but still she persevered, and I think we would have continued if Stiletto hadn’t ducked her head back in a hooted at us.

“You go, Beryl! Show her how it’s done! Woo hoo! Get some! Ride that ass till it hits the grass! Choo choo, fast rack to tuna town- Why’d you stop?” Stiletto’s goading stopped when she complained as Beryl pushed away and snatched the beverages back. She silently booked it out the door and nearly bowled over her cackling friend. Stiletto, after flashing a devious wink in my direction, turned to follow. She was still taunting her when the door swung shut, “Beryl Morgan Foley, get back here and finish what you started! You should see how thirsty that barista is—”

“Foley?” I repeated to no one in particular. “Did she say Foley? Are you kidding me? I swear to god I hate this city.”

“Did you call me, boss?” Foley said as she perked her busy little head out of the back room and for once gave off the impression of being an attentive employee.

“No, I most certainly did not.” I grumbled irritably, then turned and crossed my arms. After a second of her adorable pouting I couldn’t help but roll my eyes and acquiesce, “Actually, since you’re here, do you have any family in the city?”

“Oh?” she smiled coyly and slowly sashayed over to lean against the counter opposite me. “Worried my folks will want to meet my lover?”

“We’re not lovers.” I countered flatly.

“Not if you keep that kind of attitude.” she pouted impishly, then chuckled and patted me on the shoulder, “Don’t worry, the only one in town is my kid sister and she’s harmless. She’s two years under me; it’s her first year at the Uni, actually.”

“Uh hun. And what do your parents do?” I asked, playing cool as if it were just regular banter.

I was, of course, less than successful, but Foley’s frown lasted only a moment before she shrugged and said, “Mom’s a geologist and Dad used to own a jewelry company. Why?”

“Figures.” I said, the lingering taste of maple and pomegranate playing havoc on my sudden sense of guilt. Deciding this was a problem best left for future Dawn to deal with I dismissed Foley and decided the rush had died down enough for me to get ready for my meething with Alania.