Insight
Chapter Three
By: Rogue Knave
What I needed was to take this to the next level. I needed to practice on a human being. But where could I find a person who would willingly allow me to worm around in their head? I knew that Cindy wouldn’t be up for it. As soon I had begun to develop my talent she had started wearing her Hematite rings to bed at night, something she never used to do.
I pondered this impasse for several days before coming up with a tentative plan of action. I had heard some of my co-workers mention a club called Abandon. It was said that there, for the right price, a person’s every fantasy could be fulfilled. While I have had my share of fantasies, I have never had the courage to do more than dream of them.
A friend from work told me how to find Abandon. Two nights later, I called in sick for my nightshift, and headed downtown. The club was in an old warehouse by a river, in a rough part of the city. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I felt short of breath as I glanced around, and then stepped quickly through the well-lit front entrance. I was afraid that someone I knew might see me, but then, anyone who was here at this time of night would have their own secrets to keep.
When I opened the door, the muffled beat of dance music grew louder. Five steps in and around a corner there were two men who asked me for the $3.00 cover charge. Behind them, I could see a young blonde woman writhing her naked body around a pole. One of the men at the door was the typical 250 lb bruiser. The other, however, was surprisingly slight and mild mannered. He seemed out of place in a role typically filled by men the size of a bull. Then I realized that he was most likely a strong mover. His ability would allow him to easily handle even the toughest and strongest of men.
I paid my fee, and then moved casually forward, seeking a dark corner, not too far from the stage, where I could watch but not be easily observed. The young lady on the stage was stunning. She was probably about 5′ 3 or 4″ inches tall, with long blond hair that fell about half way down her back. She was a thin boned and very slender woman with approximately c cup breast, just the size I liked, not too big, and not too small. Her nipples were hard and her hips swayed as she slowly strutted across the stage in time with the music. I felt an immediate physical response as my dick twitched slightly in my pants, and I could taste excitement in my mouth. She kept turning to face the people on the other side, and I found myself wishing that she would turn my way, so that I could see her breasts more clearly.
I had been to a few clubs before, in my younger years, but I had never felt as enraptured as I did at this moment. This woman was the most amazing creature that I had ever seen. She slowly turned my direction and, as my gaze eagerly stroked her body, I became aware of something that I hadn’t noticed before… her face was downcast, and her eyes looked distant and disconnected. It was like a slap in my face. I realized at that moment the falseness of this whole scene. This was just a job for her. She didn’t care about me, or any of the other men who were so eagerly raping her with their eyes. I wondered why I had been so enraptured by her so quickly, and then it dawned on me. A place like this probably had an empath or two on staff. Anger surged inside me. I hate being manipulated. Glancing around, I saw two people sitting on opposite sides of the room; they looked bored, and, unlike the other customers, they seemed almost oblivious to the gorgeous woman on the stage. I still felt an almost overpowering urge to lose myself in her beauty, but anger gave me the edge I needed to resist.
I almost got up and left at that point, but then I wondered if I could, with my own ability, shield myself from their influence. I had never attempted to use my ability on myself before. This, I realized, indicated how much I still had to learn. Wondering how to proceed, I cast my thoughts out toward a man sitting near me on the left, and immediately ran up against his hematite-generated shield. I studied the impenetrable, hazy energy field that I could sense with my ability, but not see with my eyes. It seemed like there was a slight blurring of his skin all around his body.
I tried to replicate the field around my own body but nothing happened. Abandoning this course of action, I instead tried to surround my own mind with a solid barrier. Instantly I felt an almost physical relief, as though something that had been pressing on my mind was now gone.
The two empaths seemed to remain oblivious to me. My gaze wandered back to the stage, and I realized just how much I had been under the influence of the sensatives. While the woman was definitely beautiful, she now seemed diminished in some way, no longer glowing with an almost supernatural beauty. Aside from her knee-high black boots, she was completely naked. No jewelry that could hold hematite stones was in sight. I assumed that this was intended to enhance the girl’s look of vulnerability. This was my opportunity. I had thought to request a private dance, but this would work just as well. Leaning back in my chair, I attempted to look completely enthralled by the sensuous blond. Then I tried to reach out towards her with my telepathy, only to run into the inside of my own protective barrier. It seemed that my shield not only kept others out, but it also kept me in.
I feared dissolving the wall around my mind, because it would again leave me open to the empaths’ influence. How could I change the shield to allow me to reach out with my telepathy, while still protecting myself? I opened a small hole in the solid barrier, and was able to reach out with my ability, but I immediately felt the seductive touch of the empaths leaking into my mind. I tried several variations on the shield, until I noticed the one-way glass around the DJ’s booth. Inside my sold barrier I created second layer of protection, this one resembling a mirror with the reflective side facing outwards. Then I opened a small hole in the outer barrier, slowly widening it, as the inner shield appeared to hold. Within a minute, I had completely dissolved the solid outer barrier, and the “mirror” shield seemed to be working just as well. My hope was that this new shield would reflect the empathic influence away from my mind, while at the same time allowing me to reach out with my ability, just like the one-way mirror that had inspired it.
The blond girl seemed to be nearing the end of her routine. I didn’t want to lose this opportunity, so I tentatively, but quickly, reached toward her with my mind. Just like on that first day with
Samson, my ability seemed to suddenly lock onto her mind, like a magnet when gets close to something metallic. I found myself resting in her mind. She seemed completely unaware of my presence there. While the structure of her mind resembled that of Samson’s, it was exceedingly more vast and intricate. It was both beautiful and terrifying at the same time. As I rested there, I delicately tasted her emotions. I was not surprised to discover that she was emotionally disconnected from what she was doing. It seemed to be a means of protecting herself. As she danced, she was remembering pleasant memories from her distant past. I felt a deep sorrow for her, and a surge of protectiveness welled up inside me.
I panicked for a second until I realized that my shield was still intact. These feelings were my own! Realizing that I didn’t have long before she finished her dance, and would replace her jewelry, I decided to put my plan in action. I delved deeper into her mind, seeking the place where I could place commands. The complexity of her mind slowed me down a bit, but soon I found the right place. There I placed three simple commands. The first was that she was to seek me out after her dance. The second was for her to remove her hematite jewelry and leave it on the table, without realizing it, when I said the words, “I really enjoyed your dance!” The third was that she was to trust me fully and unconditionally, agreeing to do whatever I asked of her.
Nervously I waited as the she finished her performance, and was escorted to the changing room by a man who was at least three times my size. I knew that my commands would have worked on Samson, but would they have the same effect on a human being? Would the hematite stones void them?
It seemed an eternity before the woman exited the changing room. She hesitated for a second, scanning the tables until she found me. Then she started my way. What a stunning woman! She was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans, and a sleeveless top tied in a knot between her breasts. I smiled at her as she drew near. Then I stood up, and pulled a chair out for her. “I really enjoyed your dance!” I said, sitting down again. She smiled at me shyly, and said, “thank you,” as she began to absent-mindedly fiddle with the clasp of a dainty bracelet on her wrist. Then she dropped it onto the table.
“My name is Chris,” I offered, giving her a false name, “what’s yours?”
“I’m Emerald,” she answered, giving me her stage name.
“Emerald,” I said, smiling at her, “I would like to get to know you better someplace a bit more private.”
“Ok, where do you want to go?” she wondered.
I asked her if she could leave now or if she had to wait until the end of her shift.
“I can say that I’m feeling sick, and want to head home early. There are other girls on tonight who can cover for me.” She answered.
I would have loved to have walked out of there with my arm draped protectively around her shoulders, but I knew that would draw a lot of attention from her co-workers, especially the two goons guarding the front door. “I’ll meet you at my car,” I said. “It’s a silver Nissan Altima, to the left after you exit the building.”
As I stood waiting beside my car in the cool fall air, I took long deep breaths in an attempt to calm down. This was going to work! After several minutes Emerald stepped out the door, and scanned the parking lot. When she saw me she headed my way. I opened the passenger side door for her, and closed it again when she was in. Starting the car, I turned on the headlights, and we slowly drove away from the Abandon nightclub. Emerald looked at me shyly, and asked where we were going. I explained that there was a small hotel just outside of town where we could have some privacy to talk.
“What do you want to talk to me about?” she asked curiously.
“I’ll explain that when we get there.” I answered. “But, why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself in the mean time? What’s your real name? Mine is Brian, by the way, not Chris. How old are you? How did you end up working at Abandon?”
“Well,” she started, “my name is Jessica, but everyone calls me Jess. I’m only 21 years old and I’ve been working at Abandon for about two months. I don’t like it there, but it was the only job I could find.”
I was very interested in what Jess had to say, but I was having a hard time concentrating. The seatbelt strap had settled between her breasts, emphasizing their sensuous curves. Her chest gently rose and fell as she breathed, and I again felt a tightening between my legs. Trying to distract my thoughts, I stared out the front window, and asked her the first question that came to mind.
“What is your psi talent?” I blurted out. That is usually considered a rude question to ask, unless you know someone quite well. But Jess just looked embarrassed, and said, “I don’t know, my parents died when I was 16, and I stayed with my uncle until I was old enough to live on my own. They weren’t willing to spend the money for me to be awakened. I’ve been trying to make enough to pay for the procedure myself, but I’m barely able to cover my rent and living expenses.”
This was not good, my protective feelings for this woman continued to grow. I felt like taking this girl under my wing to provide and care for her.
We continued to chat about Jess’s life until we pulled up to the Setting Sun hotel. It was a rundown looking place, with outside doors for each room. I asked her to wait while I paid, and then we walked to the room together. Once inside, Jess sat quietly on the bed, looking at me patiently. I’m sure she assumed that I had brought her here to have sex. I was trying really hard to be a gentleman, but it was getting difficult to keep my resolve. Pulling a chair out from beside a little round table, I sat down in front of her. When my gaze met her large, trusting green eyes, my pulse jumped, and I began to feel short of breath again. This woman was stunning, and it felt wonderful to have her trust me so completely. I think that is when I began to understand how this night would end, in spite of my pure intentions.
Steeling myself, I met her eyes again, and gently expounded my purpose in bringing her to this place. I explained that I had been developing my telepathy, and that I had reached an impasse; I needed to work with someone. I had learned all that I could from practicing on Samson. While I knew that she would agree, I felt that I owed her something in return for her help. It came to me in a flash.
“If you will help me develop my ability, in return I will pay for your awakening,” I promised. Her eyes lit up with glee and she threw her arms around my neck, squealing in delight. With my arms around her, I could feel for the first time how tiny she really was.
“Oh, really!” she exclaimed, “you would do that for me?!”
This woman was like a hook in my heart. Every time I looked at her, and everything that she said and did, made me want to make her mine; not just sexually, but completely. I wanted her to belong to me. I wanted to care for her, protect her, and love her. Guiltily I thought of my wife Cindy, at home sound asleep, believing that I was at work. Pushing those thoughts aside, I asked, “So, do we have a deal?”
“Yes, oh, YES!” Jess exclaimed breathlessly.
“Well then, let’s get down to work,” I replied.
“What do you want me to do?” she asked.
“Nothing,” I answered. “Just sit still and I will do the rest.”
The first thing that I wanted to do, was to try speaking into her mind telepathically. I focused on her and forcefully projected my words one at a time. “CAN YOU HEAR ME?” I asked. Wincing, she said, “Yes, it sounds like your voice is coming from everywhere at once. It was really loud though.” I tried again, projecting the words with less force. “That’s better,” she said.
Over the next half hour I practiced a number of things that I had wanted to try. I figured out how to communicate my thoughts to her directly, rather than using individual words as people do when they speak. She quickly caught on, and we were soon communicating back and forth in this way. It was much quicker, and less cumbersome, then normal speech. I delved into her mind and discovered something surprising… she was sexually aroused! How could this be? I had not placed any such commands in her mind. I’m not the kind of guy that women usually notice, especially not women of Jess’s caliber. I’m just average looking, and a bit introverted and shy around women. Maybe Jess was just a nymphomaniac, the kind of women who was always sexually excited; that would make sense given her job.
I delved deeper to find out. What I found startled me. I had assumed, that because of her choice of jobs, she was sexually active. I was wrong. The only sexual experience that she had ever had was rape at the hand of her uncle. I felt anger stir within me at this knowledge. I withdrew from her mind, deciding to use spoken words to deal with this.
“Jess,” I said. “This is a little bit awkward, but I couldn’t help but notice that you are a bit… ah, well… aroused. I don’t understand, in light of what your uncle did to you, how this can be?”
Jess looked down, and her eyes began to fill with tears. She hesitated for a moment, and then, looking back up at me, said in a quivering voice, “I know that you could force me to do anything you want. But instead you have treated me with concern and respect. I haven’t been treated this way in… well… I can’t remember anyone ever caring for me. All they want is what they see on the outside. They couldn’t care less about who I am, and what I feel.” A tear slowly slid down her cheek. I felt terrible for her, and if I thought that I had felt protective before, now it was like a blazing fire within me. I knew that there was no escaping this. I didn’t know where it would end, or how I would work things out with Cindy, but I couldn’t leave this woman.
I gently reached for her eyes, wiping away her tears. Then I lifted her face up until our eyes met. Slowly, I leaned forward and touched my lips to hers. Jess responded to my kiss, opening her lips and returning my desire. I reached towards her and picked her up, marveling at how light she was. She knelt at the edge of the bed as I stood in front of her on the floor. Our lips remained locked together. Placing my hands on her hips, I slowly allowed them to drift upwards until they rested on the bare skin of her waist. Her kiss became more passionate. I dove deep into her mind, and made a few changes. Since I had first seen her I had longed to feel her lips around my dick. I created a desire in her to see and suck my member, as well as to taste my sperm. I also created a command for her to orgasm both stronger, and longer than ever before, when I came in her mouth.
Selfish? Yes, I will admit it. But my resolve was completely shattered by this point. Also, I was concerned about getting her pregnant. I had always had to beg Cindy for blowjobs, and she only gave them out of a sense of obligation. Not once had she ever allowed me to cum in her mouth.
I pulled back from Jess’s mind, turning my attention to her body. My hands shook a little as I untied the knot of her shirt between her breasts. From the top of her eyes Jess looked up at me shyly. When I had loosened the knot I returned my hands to her hips, slowly sliding them up her skin until I felt the smooth, firm flesh of her perfect breasts under my hands. I avoided touching her nipples as we kissed, teasing her with my fingers, going ever closer but never quite touching them. Finally, I broke free of her lips and took half a step back, wanting to see her breasts as I touched them.
I opened the two sides of her shirt, and beheld the two exquisitely sculptured, pale white globes. Her pink areolas were perfectly round, about the size of a quarter, and her nipples stood proudly forth in the center of them. She watched me, as I gently touched her nipples, pinching them softly between thumb and forefinger. A low moan escaped her lips as I twisted and rubbed each of them. One of her hands slid under my shirt and caressed my skin, as she sought my own nipple, and began to pinch it gently. Her other hand dropped to my groin and began to massage my swollen cock through my pants. She gasped in delight when I opening my lips slightly, leaned over, and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, rolling it back and forth with my tongue. She tasted wonderful.
Piece by piece, our clothing came off. When her hand reached inside my briefs, I couldn’t contain a moan of pleasure. Her fingers felt like fire and ice, each touch cool, and yet somehow hot at the same time. I decided to make one final adjustment to her thoughts. I was not embarrassed about the size of my dick. It wasn’t particularly small, but it wasn’t all that large either. Like the rest of me, it was just average. I wanted to please Jess, so I dove back into her mind to make sure that she would find the size, shape, taste and texture of my cock deeply satisfying. I withdrew from her thoughts just in time to see her reaction as she managed to pull my briefs down to my ankles. Her eyes lit up, and a breath escaped her lips. I lay back on the bed, as she leaned forward, opening her mouth, and closing her lips around the head of my dick. I groaned and jumped as an electric shock flashed through my body. Jess lowered her head, and I watched, enthralled, as the rest of my member disappeared into her mouth. I could feel the head rubbing against the back of her throat. As I reached out and fondled her breasts in my hands, she began sliding her mouth up and down my shaft, all the while emitting low sounds of pleasure. As she sucked, she straddled my leg, and began to rub her pussy on my shin. At first she rubbed slowly, but she quickly sped up the pace. I couldn’t believe that this was happening. Never in my life had I felt anything so amazing… it was almost too much to take in all at once. I wondered if I could capture this moment more fully if I were able to experience her feelings as well. Tentatively, I reach out and entered her mind. Her arousal washed over me like a mighty tide. She felt like she was on fire! I realized that, though I could feel her emotions, she couldn’t sense mine. So I tried something that I had never considered before, I grabbed hold of her conscious mind and pulled part of her into my own mind, just as a part of mine was in her’s. What happened next was like to being hit by lightning. There was a bright flash in our minds, and our passion united and flared up like gasoline thrown on a bon fire. She plunged my dick deep into her mouth, while grinding herself against my leg. I came down her throat with such intensity that my vision darkened and my whole body arched upwards. Jess seemed to be struggling to breathe, as she came at the same instant, but she refused to release my dick as my semen shot into her. The intensity of our joint orgasm slowly faded, and I was wracked by spasms as Jess once again began to slowly slurp up and down my shaft, whimpering softly between ragged breaths.
After a few moments, she released my penis and curled up beside me on the bed. We just held on to each other, saying nothing. Words would only diminish what we had just experienced together. Jess’s breathing slowed and deepened. I realized that she was sound asleep, with her head laying on my chest and her right hand resting on my stomach. This felt so… incredibly right… like I had just found a piece of me that had been missing all my life.
As I lay there, I began to think about Cindy, and a deep feeling of guilt began to wriggle its way into my mind. What was I to do? I truly loved my wife. Although I had never had this kind of mind blowing sex with her, that wasn’t really her fault. We had never had the chance to connect mentally in the way that Jess and I had a few moments ago. I lay there for some time, pondering my dilemma, before sleep finally overtook me.
I don’t know exactly what time it was, but it was still dark outside when I was jerked from a peaceful sleep. Jess was still curled up at my side, sleeping soundly. I had never woken up this way before. It was almost as though my own mind had forced me from a deep slumber to instant wakefulness.
“Well son, you sure stepped into a big pile of shit,” said a deep, resonating voice from somewhere in the dark room.