Signs
Chapter 19 — Intersection
“The implant worked. It was close though. Really close.”
Libby nodded. When she’d heard about it, she really hadn’t expected it to work. A mental shield. Yeah, right. It sounded so easy. Create a mental template and let the controller take hold of it and when everything was done, throw the template away like just another piece of trash.
Well, despite what anyone said, it wasn’t easy. Not as easy as they’d said it would be. Even now with the template gone, Libby could still feel it. It was almost like a memory but not quite. It was the need to serve. It was the need to be of use. It was the need to be used.
“Is something wrong?”
Libby shook her head. “What could be wrong,” she said.
“You’ve been quiet,” Pieter said. “I was beginning to wonder.”
“I’m fine,” Libby assured him. “Really, I’m fine. It’s just that ... that—”
“That what?”
“I’m fine,” she said.
“That’s good to hear because word is we’re getting some interesting intel from the guy you captured.”
“Interesting how?”
“We may have a line on the leader of the T1s, and get this, it may not be a man.”
“Really?” Libby knew she should be more interested but she’d been distracted of recent. Well, maybe distracted wasn’t exactly the right word. Conflicted might be better.
The implant acted like a filter. It was supposed to catch all of the T1s commands but what if it didn’t catch all of them. What if a small number of them had gotten through, but she wasn’t going to tell Pieter that.
Pieter nodded. “The thought now is that Mr. Big is actually a woman and we’re being told to be especially careful with the women T1s we catch.”
“Have you told Scott,” Libby asked.
“Not yet,” Pieter said. “I wanted you to be the first to know since this was your capture that led to this information. I wanted you to know that you did good.”
Libby nodded.
“Gee, you don’t have to sound so excited,” the team leader grumbled.
Libby shook her head. “I’m sorry,” she said. “It’s just that ... that that guy got really close, you know. I mean, if I hadn’t had the implant in place—”
Pieter nodded knowingly. “My fault,” he said. “I should have understood what you were going through. Look, I just wanted you to know what was going on.”
“I appreciate that. I really do. It’s just that after what I was made to do, I think I’m going to need some time to ... you know, to get my head on straight.”
“Perfectly understandable. Do you want to talk?”
“I think I just want to be alone.”
“Okay, but if you want to talk, just let me know.”
Libby nodded. What she couldn’t tell Pieter was what she really wanted. What she really wanted was for him to give her an order, any order.
Pieter stood up. “I’ve got to get going then.”
Libby nodded again.
“Just let me know if you want to talk, okay?”
Libby nodded yet again and with that, Pieter was gone.
Libby hated being alone. That was another thing that indicated maybe the implant hadn’t been as successful as people thought. She hadn’t hated being off by herself before but now, now, there was a need. There was a need to be around people, but it wasn’t just any people. It was a specific person. It was ...
No, she told herself. No, she wasn’t going to complete that thought.
It was her master.
There, she’d said it and her pussy loved it when she did.
She didn’t want to be alone in her apartment. She wasn’t sure where she wanted to be but she knew she had to get out. Her pussy said so. She wasn’t sure where she was going to go but wherever it was, there had to be lots of people.
She ended up at the mall.
She’d always liked the mall. She’d always liked coming here with friends. She’d always liked shopping even when she didn’t have money to spend. Being at the mall wasn’t always about spending. Sometimes, being at the mall was just about being at the mall.
But that wasn’t why she was there now. She just needed to be around people. She needed to be around lots of people.
It was a fleeting thought. That’s all it was. Just a fleeting thought but Libby was sure she hadn’t imagined it. It was a girl’s thought and there was only one thing on her mind.
She had to hurry home to her master.
Suddenly, her whole reason for coming to the mall was working against Libby. She was a T2, not a T1. Reading minds wasn’t easy for her, but the girl must have been thinking “loud.” That’s why Libby had heard her but where the hell was she.
It was just a momentary glimpse into the girl’s mind but as Libby paused to think on the girl’s thoughts, she became certain of two things. First, the girl was in a hurry, and second, she’d been going in the opposite direction.
Libby turned and raced back through the mall. “’Scuse me,” she said. “Pardon me. Excuse me!”
Her mind wandered from girl to girl to girl but if any of them were the one who’d been broadcasting before, she wasn’t broadcasting now and Libby was growing more and more frustrated. Her hand reached inside her purse just long enough to feel the neural inhibitor she carried. She wasn’t even sure if she was going to use it. There was definitely a part of her that wanted to make sure she didn’t and then she was racing again. She had to find that girl.
She almost missed her.
If she’d looked left, she would have, but she looked right, and there by the exit was a little, mousy brunette and when Libby’s mind contacted hers, Libby heard only one thing.
I have to get home. I have to get home to my master.
Libby was running now. The girl was leaving the mall and Libby knew she had to catch up with her.
Libby called out to her in the parking lot. “Hey,” she called out. “Hey, wait up!”
Libby was running now. The girl wasn’t waiting but then she hadn’t expected her to. She knew what the girl was thinking. She knew it was the only thing on her mind. She knew the girl had to get home to her master.
Libby finally caught up with the girl and she put a hand on her shoulder. “Hey,” she said again. “Hey, I’m talking to you.”
The little brunette turned, her eyes wide just a little and Libby had little doubt that the girl hadn’t heard a word she’d said before.
“I’m talking to you,” Libby said again.
“I don’t have time for this,” the brunette apologized. “I’m sorry, but I got to go.”
“That’s right. You have to get home to your master.”
That stopped the girl. “What’d you say,” she asked.
“You heard me. You have to get back to your master.”
The girl looked about her nervously. “Would you keep it down,” she said. “Someone might hear you.”
“Still, all the same,” Libby said, “it’s true. You do have to get back to your master, and what’s more, you’re late.”
That last part had been a guess but from the way the girl was reacting, Libby was pretty sure she was right and she was determined to press her advantage. “If you’re late, you can’t go back empty handed, you know.”
The girl shifted nervously. “What do you mean?”
“You know what I maean. You’re master’s not going to like it if you come back empty-handed.”
“But I don’t ... I mean, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Sure you do and don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. He’s going to be mad when you show up empty-handed, isn’t he?”
“But—”
“No buts. You know I’m right, don’t you.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“He’s going to be mad.”
“Then I have a solution for you?”
“A solution for me? What is it?”
“Take him a present.”
“But I don’t have time—”
“Take me.”
Libby had known she was going to say that long before she started talking to the girl and yet it was such a relief when she finally got to say it. It just sounded so right to her. Take me. What could be simpler than that? She was offering herself up to be used. She was making herself someone else’s property and it just felt so right for her to do that.
“I ... I don’t understand.”
“Sure you do.” Libby was pushing now. She might not be a T1 but even as a T2, she could still make people do what she wanted them to if they were already inclined to go in the direction she wanted them to go and while the little brunette might not have been thinking of taking Libby along, the idea of something to appease her master definitely appealed to her.
The brunette could feel herself getting wetter. She didn’t even question why. She just knew that it was making her hot.
“You want to take him a present,” Libby told her. “You want to show him how much you care for him. You want to make him feel good.”
She should take him a present the brunette thought. She loved to make her master feel good and she just knew her master was going to appreciate it if she brought him someone new.
Libby knew the girl was buying it. It wouldn’t take all that much more to get her to do what she wanted. “You need to bring your master a present. Your master needs a fresh pussy from time to time.”
The brunette smiled to herself. She’d bring her master some fresh pussy. He’d like that.
The girl in front of you, she’d be the perfect gift.
The brunette was now looking at Libby with obvious interest.
Libby couldn’t believe just how hot this was making her. Your master would be so hot, her thoughts told the girl. He wants you to bring her home to him.
The brunette’s eyes flashed as she looked at Libby. “Listen,” she said. “I, um, I really am late, but um, I really want to talk with you. I was ... I was wondering if you could come with me and we could talk along the way.”
Libby wondered if that sounded as lame to the girl as it sounded to her. Talk along the way. Yeah right. It was just so lucky that what the girl wanted was exactly what she wanted, too. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder what the girl would do if she said no.
The girl shifted her weight nervously. “Really,” she said. “I need to go.”
There was one more thing Libby wanted and her mind pushed again.
“We gotta go now.”
Nothing. The girl seemed not to react with Libby’s latest push.
The brunette was getting even more antsy. “Come on,” she pleaded. “Let’s go.”
Libby nodded. “Let’s go.”
“I’m Karen by the way,” the brunette said as she two of them settled themselves in Karen’s car.
“Libby,” Libby said and once more, her mind tried to push, and once more, the action seemed to produce no effect at all. “Is it far,” Libby asked.
“Not that far,” Karen said, “but we got to go. We’re late already.”
“Late for what?”
“You’ll see,” was all Karen would say.
Libby smiled to herself. She knew exactly where they were going. Oh sure, she didn’t know the address, but the address was just a place, but where they were going, that was something else. Libby sat back in the car. They were going home to her new master.
The drive wasn’t all that long but it was done almost entirely in silence. Karen mentioned that she worked as a salesgirl selling cosmetics but she seemed more intent on keeping her attention on the road and now that she’d gotten herself into this position, Libby was starting to have second thoughts. More than once, she’d reached into her purse to feel the neural inhibitor she kept with her, and all the while, she wasn’t sure she’d even use it. She knew what she wanted. She wanted a master. She needed a master. She needed someone to tell her what to do.
“We’re here,” said Karen as she finally pulled a car up in front of a small, non-descript house.
“Where’s here,” Libby asked.
“This is where my ma—You’ll see.”
The two women scurried up the walkway. Karen was getting more and more nervous the closer they got. “Oh my God,” she kept muttering. It was a mantra that had started while they were in the car. “Oh my God, I’m late. He’s going to be so mad at me. We are so late.”
She stopped at the door and she took a deep breath. She looked at Libby. “Just follow my lead, okay?”
Libby nodded and with that, Karen pushed the door open.
“Karen, is that you?” It was the voice of some as yet unseen man.
“It’s me,” Karen called out, “and I brought you a present.” She looked over at Libby. “You have to get down on your knees,” she whispered.
Libby was about to ask why, but something in her mind overrode her. Get down on her knees. Sure. Why not? She was just being humble like a slave like her should be.
“A present, huh?” The man, whoever he was, was getting closer, and then he stepped into the room.
He was a young man, barely older than either Karen or Libby, and he was holding a beer. “Karen, honey, who’s this?”
“She’s a present,” Karen said in a flustered voice.
“That’s not a present. A present is a set of gold cuff links or tickets to the game. That’s not a present.”
“You don’t like her?”
“I didn’t say that.” The man was stepping up to Libby. “Look at me,” he said.
Libby looked up.
“Nice eyes. I like that. So you’re a present, are you?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Oh ho. She knows what to call me. I like that but let’s see what she can do. Why don’t you take my cock out and start sucking on that.”
There wasn’t even the hint of a whisper to tell her that this might not be right and that, in and of itself, might have been a warning to her, because if it was a T1 that had a hold of her, there wouldn’t have been any thought that anything was amiss. If it was a T1 that had her, then of course, everything would have seemed completely normal and right.
Libby’s eyes looked up at the man even as her hands unzipped his pants. She loved the feel of him as her hands went inside his pants. She could feel his nice, hard cock inside his briefs and then her hand was sliding inside his underpants.
“Oh yeah,” the man groaned. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Take it out.”
Libby loved to be told what to do but she loved it even more when she was able to anticipate her master’s needs.
Her hand pulled his cock out and she gave his cock a few quick strokes but really, she knew what he needed. Her mouth opened of its own accord and then she was sliding herself down on the man’s cock.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck. Look at her go.”
He liked what she was doing and for Libby, that was good enough. Her mouth moved deeper onto the cock and then it pulled back, only to once more push itself even harder onto the man’s cock.
The man groaned again. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck, that’s good.”
Libby couldn’t help but feel elated at what she was doing. It felt so good to be the useful tool that she knew she was. It felt so good to have her mouth be put to such a worthwhile purpose.
“Don’t just stand there,” the man said. “Get down there and help her out and maybe you can learn a few things from her while you’re at it.”
Libby was pretty sure he wasn’t talking to her and she was even more sure when Karen knelt down beside her, but when Karen wanted to take her turn on the master’s cock, Libby was loathe to give it up.
“Let her have it,” the man said, and that, really, was all it took. If her master wanted it, then she had to do it, so reluctantly, Libby gave up her place on her master’s cock.
She could do better, Libby told herself, but that wasn’t the point. If she wanted to get back on her master’s cock, then she was going to have to show him just how good she could be.
But how was she going to do that if the other girl wasn’t going to give up his cock.
Libby knew how. She wasn’t sure how she knew but she just knew. It really was quite simple. Her new master needed to see just how good she could be.
Karen was still sucking away on her master’s cock but Libby knew what to do. Her hand reached behind the other girl and her hand looped its way around the girl’s back. “That’s it,” Libby purred. “That’s it. Suck it. Suck him good.”
And that was exactly what Karen kept right on doing.
Libby kept on going even as her hand pulled Karen’s top free from her skirt and as her hand stroked the small of the other girl’s back. “You like that,” Libby purred. “You like sucking that cock.”
Karen, of course, did not answer. She was too busy sucking the man’s cock but she wouldn’t be for long.
Libby’s hand lingered on the other girl’s back but it didn’t stay there for long. It was moving lower and lower even as she cooed to the other girl about how good it felt to suck that cock but even as she did, her mind was doing everything it could to keep the other girl from making her master cum because making him cum, Libby told herself, that was her job.
Libby’s hand pulled the other girl’s skirt up and Libby’s hand stroked her ass. So, the other girl wasn’t wearing panties, Libby thought. So much the better for her, she thought even as she let her hand slide between the other girl’s legs.
The other girl was so very wet. Libby would have been surprised if she weren’t. After all, their master was the best master ever. Any girl would be wet whenever he was around.
Libby’s fingers worked the other girl’s pussy. You want to cum, her mind told the other girl. You want to cum but you’re not going to get to cum if you don’t share first.
Karen’s mouth kept sucking their master’s cock and from the way he was groaning, it wouldn’t be long now.
You have to stop, Libby’s mind frantically said. You have to stop or you won’t be able to cum like you know you need to.
It wasn’t much but it was something at least. Karen seemed to have eased up just a bit.
You have to stop, Libby’s mind said again. If you want to cum, you have to stop. You have to share.
Karen was definitely slowing down.
You have to stop. You have to share. If you want to cum, you have to stop and you have to share.
Karen let that cock slide from her mouth. Her hand stroked the man’s slippery shaft and then she was handing it over to Libby. “Why don’t you take it,” she said.
“You sure,” Libby asked even though she already knew the answer.
“I’m sure,” Karen said. “I want you to have it.”
Libby grinned to herself even as she let her mouth slide down over the man’s cock. This time, she told herself, this time, she wasn’t going to be denied and this time, she was right.
Karen had relinquished her spot on the master’s dick and now she was off to the side while Libby took her turn and Libby was bound and determined that it was going to stay that way so even as she sucked the master’s cock, her mind sent new messages to the other woman.
Play with your pussy, her mind said. Play with your pussy and sit back and watch as your master gets his cock sucked by this other woman.
Karen was doing just what Libby’s mind wanted her to do.
It makes you so hot, Libby’s mind said. It makes you so hot to just sit there and watch, to watch some other girl suck your master’s cock, to watch some other girl take your master’s cock. It makes you so wet that you can almost cum. It makes you so fucking wet.
Karen couldn’t help herself. She let her hand drift between her legs.
It makes you so wet, Libby’s mind ordered. It makes you so wet and now you know, you’re going to cum so fucking hard whenever you see another girl make him cum, and you want to cum, don’t you. You want him to cum hard. You want to see other girls make him cum.
It wasn’t so much anything she said or did but it was just a vibe that the other girl was giving off. It was something in the way her hand continued to work her pussy that let Libby know that what she was doing was working.
And that meant all that was left to do was to take his cum in her mouth and Libby couldn’t wait and fortunately for her, she didn’t have to.
The man was groaning. Louder. Harder. It was imminent. Libby knew, and she couldn’t wait. She needed this. She needed him to cum in her mouth.
The man groaned again and then he grunted and in the next instant, Libby could feel it. Libby could feel him cum in her mouth and Libby swallowed. It was so good, she told herself. It was so good to have her master cum in her mouth.
And he was still cumming. Libby took that as a good sign. That meant she’d done what she was supposed to do. She’d taken care of her master and now her master was treating her like a pussy like her deserved to be treated.
But Libby wasn’t about to stop. She’d gotten her master to cum once. She was sure she could do it again so she kept right on sucking.
“Damn, baby,” the man groaned. “Damn. You just can’t get enough, can you?”
Libby would have said something if she would have thought it was needed but she knew it wasn’t so she didn’t.
The man was looking over at Karen. “You should look at this,” the man said. “You should look at this. This girl really knows how to suck a cock.”
Karen didn’t say anything but Libby knew what she was doing. She was sitting off to the side and playing with her pussy. She’d already cum hard when she’d watched her man cum in Libby’s mouth and now Libby was determined to make sure it happened again, this time when her man came in her cunt. It was wrong, she knew, to try and play with the mind of her master, but changing the mind of her fellow slave, that was a different story. After today, Karen would have to make do with watching because after today, Libby wanted to be the only one who would receive her master’s cum.
“I’m sensing that you want something more,” the man said.
Oh, that was great, Libby thought. He totally got it which meant she wasn’t going to have to grovel in front of him, not that she wasn’t above doing exactly that, but she was so glad that she wasn’t going to have to do that.
“I take it you want something,” the man said again.
“I think you know what I want,” Libby said seductively.
“Yeah. Why don’t you tell me what that is.”
“I just sucked your cock,” Libby told him, “but you got to know that’s not all of what I want.”
“Yeah? What do you want?”
“I want you to fuck me,” she said. “I want you to fuck me hard.”
“Yeah? That’s what you want, is it? Why don’t you show me how you want it.”
Libby didn’t have to think about it. She wasn’t sure if she was being controlled or if this was all her, but in the end, did it really matter? She got down on her hands and knees and she gave the man a good, long look at her tight, little backside. “I want you to fuck me,” she said again. “I want you to fuck me here.”
The man wasn’t moving fast enough for Libby but Libby knew it didn’t really matter what she wanted. He was the master and he’d do things in whatever way he saw fit and there was nothing she could do to change that.
Fortunately for her though, it seemed as if the man was unwilling to make her wait because before Libby knew it, she could feel the man coming up behind her and then she could feel his cock pressing up against her cunt, and then she could feel something else. She could feel him pushing against her and then even better, she could feel him pushing his way inside.
“Oh fuck,” Libby groaned. “Oh fuck.”
“You like this, do you?”
Of course, she liked it, Libby wanted to say. No, that wasn’t right. She didn’t just like it. She loved it. She loved it more than she could say.
“Yeah, that’s right. You like getting fucked like this, don’t you? You like getting fucked like a dog.”
Libby couldn’t help but moan yet again. He was right, of course. She did like it. She liked getting fucked like a dog.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck.”
She couldn’t have put it better, Libby thought. She couldn’t have put it better, only ... only something was missing.
It was only then that Libby noticed Karen off to the side. The girl was playing with her pussy just as Libby’s mind had ordered her to do, and she was watching intently as Libby got her pussy fucked. “Come here,” Libby ordered.
There was no hesitation in what Karen did and it was almost as if she knew instinctively what it was her counterpart wanted because in no time at all, she was sliding her pussy in under Libby’s mouth.
Libby moaned again as that cock continued to stroke its way between her legs. Oh geez, that was good. Oh geez, that was so fucking good.
Her mouth dropped down and then she was sliding it between Karen’s legs. Her tongue lashed out and it slipped easily between the other girl’s lips and Karen’s moans were the only indication that was needed to show just how good a job Libby’s tongue was doing.
Libby was so very close. It wouldn’t take all that much to push her over the edge and she so desperately needed it. She needed to be of service to her master and almost as if on cue, Karen was moaning louder now, almost as if she sensed that Libby was about to cum and as if that knowledge made her pussy even hotter.
The man groaned and that’s when Libby felt it. It felt so good to feel him between her legs. Her pussy clamped down on the cock inside her and Libby moaned as her pussy squeezed out his cum and even as it did, Libby could feel Karen’s cunt cumming under her tongue.
It felt so good, Libby told herself. It felt so good to make her master cum and yet ...
And yet, there was something else.
He’d left her with too much free will. As much as she enjoyed having a cock in her cunt, she also knew she had a job to do. She was supposed to be hunting creeps like this.
Creeps? He wasn’t a creep. He was her master. She needed him to tell her what to do.
So why had she thought he was a creep.
Maybe he was testing her. Maybe that was it. Maybe he wanted her to do something.
But that wasn’t it. Libby wasn’t sure how she knew it. She just knew. She looked at her purse. She knew what was inside there and he should know, too.
But he didn’t, or at least it didn’t seem that he did, because he did nothing as her hand reached across to the purse.
And then her hand was inside the purse and it was wrapping itself around the hilt of the weapon inside.
Absolutely nothing. What was wrong with her master. Didn’t he get it? Didn’t he sense the danger he was in?
Libby pulled the weapon out and she turned it and pointed. She pulled the trigger, and ...
“Hey, cool. What’s that?”
Somehow, Libby had known he’d say something like that. He wasn’t resistant to the weapon. It was just that he wasn’t a T1 and Karen wasn’t anything either. They were just two people playing at a game.
“What’s that,” he asked again.
She could just stay where she was. It would have been so easy, she told herself. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t a T1. He could still be her master and Libby wouldn’t have to have mental implants or be protected in any way. She wouldn’t have to worry about people trying to hurt her. She could just be herself and yet Libby knew she couldn’t do it.
In the end, it turned out what they’d told her had been right. What she’d been feeling was all just a residual effect of what had leaked through the implant but the truth was the implant had worked. She didn’t really need a master. She’d merely chosen to take a master because it was what she’d thought she’d wanted.
And that left her with a problem. What the hell was she going to do with Karen and her master.
Neither one of them was a T1. Libby knew that now. In fact, she’d done more to change them than they had to change her, but leaving them like they now were hardly seemed fair. The man wanted to fuck and Karen wanted to watch. What they needed was someone else to take her place, Libby thought.
Libby pulled Karen to one side. “Which of your friends is kind of bitch. Which one deserves to be taken down a notch?”
“That’s easy,” Karen answered. “There are two of them. Janice and Maya.”
“Which one is the best looking?”
“That’s easy,” Karen said again. “That’s Maya.”
“Can you get her over here now?”
“I suppose so, but why?”
A good question, that, but not one that Libby was ready to ponder. “Just do it,” she said. “Get her over here.”
Karen went and got her phone even as Libby pondered what she was about to do. She even wondered if she could be successful at it, and if she were, what did that say about her. Did that mean she was becoming one of the bad guys? She hoped not.
It turned out Maya was a little brown-haired bitch. That would have been bad enough but even though she was only a T2, Libby found it so easy to read the girl that it was absolutely scary. Maya wasn’t just a bitch. She was arrogant and good looking and she was used to getting her way especially from guys who were too stupid to see past her tricks.
“Who’s this,” Maya said when she was introduced to Libby.
Libby wasn’t about to let Karen answer. Her mind control powers were not at the level of a T1s and she knew if she were going to make Maya do what she wanted, she was going to have to get the girl at least wanting to move in the direction she wanted her to go, and there was one sure fire way to make that happen and that was to reject her.
“No, no, no,” Libby said. “She won’t do at all.”
“What are you talking about? Karen, who is this?”
Karen had no idea what Libby was talking about but that was fine. Libby wasn’t about to let her speak. “I’m a casting director,” Libby said. “We’re working on a new film. It’s all hush, hush, you know, but the director wants new talent. It’s a pain in the ass if you ask me, but that’s what he wants. Now, I saw this guy here, and I was thinking he’d be good, but Karen here, she’s just not the what we need. I asked her if she had any good looking friends, and I guess the best she could come up with was you.”
“What’s wrong with me?”
“Honey,” Libby said. “Look at yourself. No one would ever believe that a guy like him would stoop to do someone like you.”
“Stoop to do ... who the fuck are you?”
“I’m sorry,” Libby said dismissively and then she turned her attention back towards Karen. “Are you sure you don’t know ANYONE else. I mean, really, this is a big opportunity.”
“Hey,” said Maya. “Hey, I’m talking to you.”
Libby turned to look at the other girl. “Are you still here. No offense, but I’ve got a schedule to keep.”
“I don’t know what’s wrong with you lady, but you’re totally whacked if you think he’s better than me.”
Libby let go with her best exasperated sigh. “Oh all right, let’s see what you got. Hmm. I don’t have my script with me, but let’s see, okay, I know what we can do. There’s the scene where the girl is supposed to be enticing the guy. It’s more physical. Let’s see what you can do there.”
“What? What do you want me to do?”
“Entice him. Lure him. Show me how you’d make him want you.”
“What? You want me to seduce him?”
“Geez. You don’t even know how to do it. I knew it. I was right the first time. You’re wasting my time.”
“No. No wait. I can do it.”
Libby was sure she could. She could feel the girl trying very hard to be seductive and that at least was a start. With the mental abilities that Libby did possess, it wasn’t that hard to turn those feelings into something realer and stronger.
Maya put her hands on the man. She’d show this woman, she told herself. She’d show her that she could be seductive, and besides, the guy was kind of cute.
Libby could feel Maya’s passion growing and from there, it wasn’t all that hard to make her pussy wet.
Maya didn’t want to moan because that might ruin her chances of getting the part, but this guy was totally cute. Sure, he was Karen’s boyfriend, but if she couldn’t keep him happy, well Maya was sure she could step in and get the job done. Damn, she loved the way he stared at her tits.
Libby knew just how turned on Maya was getting and she continued to press those buttons. She needed Maya to continue going the way she was.
Maya let her hand stroke the front of the man’s pants. His cock was hard for her and that just made her so wet. God, she couldn’t wait until she could get him alone and have him stick his cock inside her. She needed to be fucked. She needed it bad.
It might have felt natural to Maya but it was Libby’s mind that was making her want what she wanted and more than anything, Libby was pushing the idea that Maya was willing to do whatever it took.
She’d never thought of herself as subservient before, Maya thought, but now the thought of giving herself over to this man and his cock just made her so hot. It didn’t really get any better than that. In fact, she’d do whatever he wanted her to do.
In fact, it was becoming critical. She didn’t even care about the casting director anymore. It was all about the guy and his cock.
Libby pressed that thought. It was all about the guy and his cock. In fact, Maya couldn’t help but be subservient to the guy and his cock. In fact, it was more than that. She lived to please that cock. That was how she derived her ultimate pleasure. She could only get what she needed if she pleased that cock, and her ultimate reward was to feel that cock cum inside her.
The girl was so hot, It was amazing, Libby told herself. Not that long ago, she’d felt the same way, but not anymore. Now, it was the other girl who was the subservient one. Now, it was Maya who would be a slave to the master’s cock and now it was Maya who wanted Karen to see what a slut she was for her boyfriend’s cock.
Libby kept banging away at Maya’s mind, at how much she wanted to be a slave to the man’s cock and at how much she wanted Karen to watch.
Maya no longer cared about movies or casting directors or any of that stuff. All she cared about was how good it felt to obey, how good it felt to do as she was told, how good it felt to have her pussy be used, at how good it was for her to be used as a sexual plaything.
It wasn’t just the girl but it was all three of them. She was surprised at how well it had worked but it seemed as if Maya had taken her place in the threesome that she had created. It was Maya who would be the one who got her pussy fucked and it was Maya who would do whatever it took to make that happen, and it was Karen who would sit on the sideline and watch, and it was Karen who would get herself off every time she watched her boyfriend cum in Maya’s cunt.
Libby knew she wasn’t needed anymore so she let herself out. The three of them would take over from there, and the only thing that worried Libby was whether or not she was becoming just like the people she was chasing, but on that day at least, she didn’t let that worry her too much.