The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“I don’t see his car.”

“Well, good questioning takes time.”

“Well, yeah, but...”

“And this rain might have delayed him.”

“Yeah, it IS pretty awful,” she said as she continued to scan the lot.

“Plus, it’ll give us time to get something to eat. I bet you’re starved,” Bailey added as she pulled the BMW into the covered front drive.

“Haven’t had anything to eat all day, actually,” Mandy sighed as she gave up her search. “But I’m not really all that hungry—only thirsty.”

“Well, we certainly need to do something about that.” Bailey said as she stopped the car and turned off the lights. The doorman quickly ran around to the driver’s side and opened the door.

“Evening, Mrs. Davenport.”

“Evening, Clyde. Take good care of it,” she added as she tossed the keys to him and dug in her purse and retrieved a ten.

“Always, ma’am,” he smiled as he took the keys and pocketed the bill. “Always.”

On the passenger side, Mandy tried to open the door, but found she couldn’t locate the controls. From the outside, she felt the door give way and saw a hand extended to her. The young valet smiled eagerly as he bent down to take her hand. Trying to suppress a giggle, she swung her legs through the small doorway, only to have one of her long heels hook on the weather-stripping. Leaning back to try again, she raised her legs up higher and thrust them up and out of the door. The valet leaned into the car and grasped both arms gently, but firmly and pulled her up and out of the car, momentarily bringing their bodies together forcefully with a dull thud. The valet started to stumble backwards, but Mandy managed to retain her grip and pull him back up to her. The two stared at each other awkwardly for a moment, then Mandy suddenly broke out in a fit of laughter.

She brought one leg up, playfully, and rubbed the top of her foot. “Hehe, heals,” she giggled and smiled at the valet, who was trying very hard not to lose his professional demeanor. Bailey grabbed her from behind with both hands and smiled at the valet.

“Thanks, Johnny,” she said, as she guided the still-giddy Mandy through the door and into the club. Behind them, Johnny smiled and nodded and went to the other side of the car, where Clyde proceeded to hand him the keys and pat him firmly on the back.

“Black,” Johnny whispered to Clyde as he got into the car. “That makes twenty you owe me.”

“Damn, why do I always get the sober ones?” came the response, as Clyde handed the younger man a Benji.

“I dunno, but there was something weird about that one, man,” he answered as he started the car. “She may be an old broad, but I got a woody just from touching her.”

“Hell, I got a woody, just from WATCHING you touch her,” whispered the doorman to no one in particular as he watched the BMW drive off.

“I don’t know, Bailey, what are you going to get?” Mandy had her nose in the menu.

“Hmm, good question,” she mused as she looked up over her sherry at the waitress. “Sara, who’s back there today?”

“Oh, it’s Fritz tonight. Gerald had to go up to Oklahoma to get his daughter. Nasty thing, that.” She was smiling and rearranging the crystal flower vase on the table.

“OK, in that case, I’ll have the Shrimp Caesar with the dressing on the side,” Bailey said, handing Sara the menu. “With that sourdough and that garlic butter he does so well.”

“And you?” Sara turned to Mandy as she took the menu and adjusted the top of her uniform leotard.

“Uh, I dunno,” she replied, taking another sip of sherry. “This is really embarrassing. I’ve never actually EATEN here before.”

“Take your time,” Sara continued to smile and tug at the bottom of her uniform. “Pretty much everything’s good.”

“Hmm, I was thinking about fried chicken...”

At that, Bailey politely snatched the menu from Mandy and grinned as she handed it to Sara. “Bring her a Chicken Caesar and some of Fritz’s black bean soup. And have Tom send over some more sherry.”

Mandy blushed as she took another sip. “Never been much for salads,” she said as Sara turned to leave.

“Oh, you’ll LOVE what Fritz does with them,” Bailey smiled and answered as she watched Sara make her way through the crowded nightclub. The waitress was bobbing and weaving past the bar when she noticed a blonde young man in a sweater vest stop her, but they were too far away for her to hear the resulting conversation.

“Pardon me, Miss,” he asked, politely.

“Yes, sir,” she answered, placing the menus between her body and his.

“I couldn’t help noticing the two women at that table you just came from,” he started, shyly. “The one in the green dress looks really familiar, but I can’t quite place her.”

“I’d like to help you, sir, but I don’t know her name. She usually comes and sits at the bar. Maybe Tom would know...” she nodded towards the bartender. “If you’ll excuse me...”

“Oh, certainly,” he withdrew as she walked past him into the kitchen. He looked towards the busy bartender, then back at the corner table where the two women sat sipping their drinks. Bailey looked in his direction and he quickly slid from his stool and approached the bartender.

Bailey grinned and nudged Mandy on the arm. “Don’t look now, girlfriend, but I think you’re already drawing attention.”

Mandy slunk back into her chair and tried to hide behind the table. “Oh, great. I wish Mario would just hurry up and get here.” She took another sip.

“Sigh,” Bailey frowned. “We need to get your mind off him for a while.”

“I can’t THINK of anything else, Bailey,” Mandy frowned back, squirming a bit more in her chair. Then softer, “It was OK for a while, after the bath, but...”

“What’s so special about Mario anyway?” Bailey looked sideways at her. “Look at yourself, Mandy. You could have half of the guys in this room. Why settle for a cop?”

Mandy giggled. “Hell, half of the fucking guys here ARE cops!” And she took another sip.

Bailey threw back her head and laughed. “Oh, yeah. I forgot what this place has turned into over the past few months.”

Mandy drew a deep breath. “But Mario is...well, Mario liked the old Amanda. Not many people liked the old Amanda.”

“Well, maybe that’s because of who the old Amanda was,” Bailey cocked her head and put her hand on Mandy’s arm. “I’ve settled a few of your cases, you know. You did, err, do good work.”

“That makes three of us who think that way.” She took another sip.

“Well, girl, take it from one who knows, once you start living those cases, those rapes, those, tortures, those murders and beatings, you start getting caught up in the lives of those who are destroyed, those who are raped and murdered. And you stop being the person you were.”

“Sometimes,” Bailey continued as she rubbed Mandy’s arm tenderly. “Sometimes, you just have to take a step back and try to remember who you were before.”

“Well, what if you’ve been doing it for so long that you can’t REMEMBER who you were before,” Mandy stared into the glass, as if searching...

“Then,” Bailey moved closer and ran a finger softly across the older woman’s forehead, “maybe you need help.”

Mandy lowered her head to the table and continued to study her face in the glass, occasionally moving the liquid slightly, distorting her features, then watching them settle back to normal. Not waiting for a reply, Bailey continued.

“I used to be a lot like that, Mandy. I started in the DAs office thinking that I could keep being the person I was. But I discovered quickly that it wasn’t going to work. The world won’t accept a person like me in such a position and it drove me crazy. The more I tried to mold myself into what I thought would be accepted, the more I hated it. And then I turned that hatred onto others and became someone I didn’t like. Someone I didn’t like at all.”

She raised her glass and drained it all at once as Mandy looked on in wondrous admiration. Then, putting the glass back on the table, Bailey turned back to Mandy and grinned mischievously. “But, I finally found the solution, Mandy. Difficult to accept, maybe, but the world won’t accept me, so there you have it.”

Mandy looked at her as if waiting. Not to disappoint her, Bailey whispered “I won’t change to suit the world, I’ll change the world to suit me.”

Mandy laughed and raised her glass. “Oh, so THAT’S all you have to do? Strange no one else ever though of it.”

Bailey smiled. “You never did interview me about the courthouse.”

Mandy stopped suddenly, frowned, and lowered her glass back to the table. “Geez, and we were doing so good too.”

Bailey was about to reply when Sara approached the table with two more glasses of sherry. “Sorry, we’re so busy, the food is going to take a few more minutes, but here are your drinks, courtesy of the gentleman in the sweater sitting at the bar.”

Both women immediately looked in the direction Sara was nodding, then they looked at each other, clearly puzzled.

“Would you like anything else while I’m here?” Sara smiled, shifted on her feet and once again adjusted the bottom of her leotard.

“Yeah,” Mandy replied smartly. “I’d like to know who the hell he is.”

“Officer Bob Henderson, or so he told me,” came the reply. “He says he knows one of you.”

Immediately, Mandy moved her chair closer to Bailey and pulled the taller woman in front of her, giggling all the while. “OH, NO! I can’t believe it!” Then she beckoned to Sara to move between them and the man at the bar. “C’mon, PLEASE Sara.”

Sara sighed, but continued smiling, as she did as asked.

“OK, girl, spill,” Bailey said as she tried to retain her dignity with a maniacally giddy woman hiding behind her.

“He gave me a ticket...well, he didn’t REALLY give me a ticket. He WAS going to give me a ticket today but I talked him out of it.”

“Oh,” Sara mocked, chuckling, “must be nice being a law enforcement type.”

“Careful, girl,” Bailey clucked at Mandy. “You’re in the presence of a duty-sworn officer of the law here. I might just have to...”

“Oh, c’mon, Bailey. Geez, I wanna die.”

Sara turned back and looked towards Henderson. “Hey, he’s really kinda cute.”

Mandy quickly moved slightly to again place herself behind Sara. “Oh, STOP IT!!!!”

Sara’s hand came up innocently between her breasts and began rubbing. “He’s looking this way.”

Bailey frowned in mock astonishment. “You didn’t FLIRT with him, did you?”

“Well, it wasn’t really...NO! Mandy slunk further down in her chair. “I mean, hell, he’s half my age!”

Bailey stared at him as he turned away to watch a nearby television set. “No, I’d say he’s only 10 years younger.”

Sara started giggling as she tugged at her tights. “That’s NOTHING nowadays.”

“Oh, PLEASE!” cried Mandy as she once again squirmed in her chair and tried to hide behind Bailey as Henderson glanced back towards the table.

“Suit yourself,” finished Sara as she turned away with a smile. “I still think he’s cute.”

As she walked back towards the kitchen, Bailey smiled at the way she stopped to pull her leotard from between her cheeks. Then she glanced to her left and noticed the couple at the table next to theirs had begun embracing passionately. And even though the band was yet to appear, several couples had begun dancing to the piped in music. Behind her, Mandy’s chest was heaving irregularly as she reached for one of the glasses of sherry. Bailey drew a deep breath. And smiled.

Pulling closer to Mandy, Bailey drew her glass to her lips. She let her other hand drop to her lap and whispered. “I’ve got a secret I’m just DYING to tell someone.”

Mandy suppressed a giggle and crossed her legs as she took a sip. “Oooh, let me guess,” she whispered back. “Is it...you’re a L E S B I A N?” she spelled it out, making certain to slur the letters very carefully. Then she leaned back against the wall and giggled some more. “’Cause if that’s it,” she continued, mouthing silently “...it’s not much of a secret.”

Happy with herself, Mandy smiled broadly and leaned back to Bailey’s ear, “And it BETTER not be that you’re in love with me, Miss DA, ‘cause you’re NOT my type.” And she broke into a sudden bout of laughter at her joke.

Bailey laughed along with her for a moment, then clutched the older woman’s left hand and brought it down to Mandy’s lap. “No,” she whispered. “It’s much DIRTIER.”

“Oooh,” Mandy whispered back quietly, trying hard to suppress a giggle. “Dirtier than being a lesbian?” She took another sip, took a deep breath, then tried her best to look serious. “This I gotta hear.”

Bailey put her mouth an inch from Mandy’s ear and ran both their hands along her left thigh as she whispered in her best devilish voice.

“I was in an orgy.”

Mandy drew back in mock shock. “NO!” Then she chuckled evilly. “Was it one of those LESBIAN orgies?” she asked in the same whispering tone. And she giggled some more.

“Worse,” Bailey grasped her hand tightly and brought it further up her leg, moving the dress as it went. “It was with MEN,” she playfully spit out the last.

“NO!” Mandy said again. “Isn’t that against the rules?” And she giggled some more.

Bailey put on her best courtroom face. “You bet. Right in the first chapter of the lesbian rule book. Article One, Chapter Two, specifically states: No orgies with men.”

“Wow!” Mandy giggled and took another sip. “So, what’s the punishment?”

Bailey moved their hands to the front of Mandy’s panties and rubbed them softly, passing the back of her hand over the stray pubic hairs on the inside of her inner thighs. And she whispered with dead sincerity.

“I have to seduce a straight woman.”

The two looked at each other intently, lost in a drunken game of chicken. After a few seconds more, Bailey finally loosened her grip on Mandy’s hand and tickled the front of her panties in a parting gesture as she leaned back in her chair and laughed.

Mandy swallowed hard and forced a giggle. Then she reached for her glass and quickly took a long swig and fought back the urge to have it come back up. As she did so, she happened to glance to her right and did a double take as she noticed the couple at the table next to them were locked in a lover’s embrace, their mouths devouring everything except the food in front of them. She quickly turned away and was about to say something to Bailey...

“So!” a voice interrupted from a few feet away. Both women turned to see the man in the sweater approaching cautiously. “Detective Tuck, I sure hope you aren’t driving,” he continued, leading with his best smile.

Bailey immediately rose to her feet as Mandy did her best to pretend not to recognize him. “You must be Officer Henderson,” Bailey smiled and extended her hand. “Mandy has told me ALL about how you two met.”

“Oh, HAS she now,” he said, rather loudly, “I hope she didn’t tell you EVERYTHING.”

Bailey looked down at Mandy, who was still looking down at the table. Her hands had discovered the flower vase and were sliding it slowly across the tablecloth towards her. She was still obviously pretending to be oblivious to his presence.

“Well, now, maybe not. But I think buying another round of drinks certainly entitles you to tell me the rest,” Bailey said with a giggle, as she pointed to the chair opposite hers. The dance floor was now quite crowded and she looked around for Sara, but could not locate her. Henderson smiled politely as he slid the chair out from under the long tablecloth. Behind him, the couple had moved from first base to second base, but no one seemed to notice. Or care.

“I have to admit,” Bob said as he sat down, “when I first saw you two come in, I had no idea that the little Cinder I met this morning doing 50 through a school zone was going to sprout her wings so quickly.”

He looked crossways at Mandy, who was still playing with the flower vase, slowly running one hand up and down the crystal, and thumbing the yellow flowers lightly with the other. Bailey looked over at him and sighed. “You’ll have to forgive her,” she frowned slightly. “She’s had a bad day.”

“So she told me,” he moved one of his large hands to Mandy’s shoulder. “I was in the middle of a really bad one myself, but she gave me a GREAT bit of advice that really helped,” he smiled broadly. “I figure I owe her a little something.”

Mandy ducked under the table and came up with Liz’s purse. She fumbled with the combination for a few seconds, then slammed it back down on the table. “Damn!” she cried, as Bob reached out and grabbed her glass to keep it from tipping over.

Bailey quickly grabbed the purse and smiled apologetically towards Henderson. “My ditzy roommate lent her her purse, but forgot to tell her the combination.”

“Let me guess,” Bob quipped. “Her measurements, right?”

Bailey giggled as she popped open the purse. “Close. 6-9-6.”

Bob started laughing. Mandy grabbed the pack of cigarettes from the purse and fumbled with it for a few seconds before managing to get one out. Bob immediately dug into his pocket and came out with a book of matches. He struck one and Mandy finally turned to him in order to get it lit. As the light flickered in her eyes, Bob Henderson drew a very deep breath.

“God, you’re beautiful,” was all he could say.

Bailey swallowed hard as she watched Mandy’s left arm fall under the table once again and began taking deep drags on the cigarette. Bob continued to stare silently into they older woman’s eyes, as if there were nothing else in his world at the moment. His hands slowly crept towards her thighs under the table. Bailey somehow managed to draw her own eyes away from the two of them long enough to shake her head and glance around. And she shuddered.

Behind Henderson, the couple at the table next to theirs were no longer sitting down, but rolling around on the carpet. Her blouse was in two pieces now, but still somehow managed to stay draped around her voluptuous body as his mouth was kneading her breasts. Next to them, on the dance floor, numerous couples were in various states of undress, some still dancing, some well beyond that now. She spied Sara, their waitress, leaning against the bar, eyes closed, running her fingers violently in and out of the space between her leotard and tights.

“Oh. Fucking. Hell.”

Her eyes shot back to Mandy, who was now staring straight ahead, oblivious to anything or anyone else in the room. She had dropped the cigarette and picked up the flower vase, had removed the flowers and water, and was slowly and obscenely moving it towards her mouth. Bob Henderson’s face was almost imbedded in her neck now, his tongue roving about in the area between her shoulder and ear, his hands coupled with hers under the table, caressing her sex.

Bailey sprung from her chair and had one hand on the vase and one around Mandy’s waist, when the older woman’s eyes suddenly shot open wide.

“What the FUCK is going on!” shouted a slightly confused and very upset Mario Lopez.

“Mario?” Mandy offered, softly, pleadingly, as she looked up at him, as she continued to play with her sex. If Henderson saw him, he made no sign as he continued to work his lips against her ear lobe.

“Amanda?” The husky Latino ventured, squinting in the lamplight of the dimly lit club. “Is that you?”

Bailey used the distraction to free the vase from Mandy with her left hand. Her right hand crept slowly towards the back of the neck of the emerald green gown.

“Mario?” Mandy repeated, this time more strongly, and she attempted to stand up, her left hand still slowly but firmly massaging her cunt through the panties. Henderson turned his head slightly and, paying no attention to Mario or anyone else, attempted to plant a kiss on her lips.

“Who the FUCK is THIS!!” Mario was livid, now, and quickly moved towards the table. Mandy managed to spring to her feet, but her hand remained inside the slit of the dress, causing it to bunch up around her waist. Bailey put her hand on Mandy’s back, and seemed to be studying the situation, unsure of what to do next. Henderson stood up, threw both arms around Mandy and managed to stop her forward movement, clutching at her waist.

In vain, as it happened, because before the young cop could get a grip on her, the older detective spun him around with a firm hand on his shoulder and laid him out with a right cross, sending him sprawling to the floor just to the left of the table. And there he remained, unmoving.

“Mario,” Mandy gazed lovingly at him as he turned to her. “I’m ready for you now,” she purred, moving slowly towards him, her left hand still moving in and out of her panties. Then, with her next step, she removed and extended it.

“I’m wet for you.” She grinned, eyes dancing, oblivious to everyone else in the room.

Mario looked around, nervously. The music continued, but the dancing had stopped, though a few couples continued their private gyrations in the dimly lit corners.

A hundred eyes.

All on them.

And as she approached, he could not help but smell it.

All of it.

The cigarettes. The alcohol. And the other.

“I’ve been wet for you.” She extended her left hand and raised her dress with her right. “All day.”

“It’s amazing, Mario. Fucking amazing. I’ve never felt ANYTHING like this before. Can’t think. Can’t do anything.”

“God, it was hard.” Her hand went back inside her panties as she ripped out the sanitary pad and dropped it on the dance floor. “So hard. But I managed to save it all.”

“All for you.”

And she smiled again as she stumbled slowly towards him on her heels, finally reaching out to him with a one-arm embrace.

To find only empty, smelly, FOUL air.

“You’re fucking CRAZY, bitch!” Her white knight spat as he backed away. From the smells. From her. From the beast with a hundred eyes.

“Get the fuck AWAY from me!”

“Get the fuck AWAY!” Finally, as the white knight turned and walked quickly into the storm outside, leaving the maiden at the mercy of the beast.