Paula and the Mind Drug
Paula looked down at the new batch of applications she had “borrowed” from a rival company. All the models on these pages had been working at the Sunrise Modelling agency for about a year. One in particular caught her eye since she was attracted to the tall and dark—his name was Carlos and he certainly was tall, dark and handsome. She read over his original application to Sunrise:
Name: Carlos Estaban
Place of Birth: Cuba
Profession: Weight instructor, model, dancer
What attracts him to a woman?
A beautiful smile, blonde hair (but they mustn’t smoke—I have a thing against that!) good physique, like sports.
What type of music do you like?
Most anything except hard rock and country.
Any bad habits?
Not really. I seldom drink; never do drugs; I’m a hard worker.
Paula looked careful had the picture he had submitted. His beautifully arrogant face looking up to the sun. His jeans hanging so they might actually fall right off. She knew that this was the one she wanted first. This was the one she would have. She would have her secretary arrange a meeting—and then she would do what she wanted with him and to him.
Paula could get any man to do anything she wanted now that she had stolen her uncle’s formula. Her uncle Max, a scientist, had invented a unique mind control drug that caused males to take any suggestion and incorporate it into their belief system. He still had some work to do to make it work on females for reasons he didn’t yet understand. When he told Paula about it it was quite by accident.
Uncle Max had been sure that what was in the drug would not cause any physical damage to anyone, but he didn’t know about the psychological. The fact that he had developed the drug had slipped out quite by accident one night when Paula made mention of some trouble she was having with a man at work. He told her that it had to do with mind control and that he had developed it far enough that he was about to tell the government about it. Excited by the prospect of the drug and not wanting him to tell anyone, she managed to give her uncle his own drug. She made him write down the formula, and after a small suggestion, funny thing, he promptly forgot all about it!
Paula saw the drug as her key to having anything she wanted, but she would do it slowly, not to arouse any suspicions. She opened up a modelling agency because she wanted to have access to the the most beautiful people in the world. The money had been provided by a few close male friends who after having had a drink with Paula would do anything to advance her career.
Paula needed to be in control. Orphaned at four, she was raised by a variety of families until her scientist uncle offered to take her in at 16. Along the way she had suffered untold abuse by a variety of “care-givers” so that she grew to both hate men, but also need them in sexual ways. As much as she hated men and wanted to get even, and she was drawn sexually to the type of men who had abused her.
Also, Paula had developed a number of fetishes that really turned her on in a man—smoking, for example. One of the first men to abuse her was a heavy smoker and the sight of a man smoking really became a turn-on for her. She loved the very thing she hated.
Although they made her angry, she was also turned on by the type of biker in leather with lots of hair and tattoos. In the second family she stayed with, there had been a nineteen year old biker living with them that came to her every night for months and made her do all sorts of things to him that both turned her on and repulsed her.
In any case she now loved to wield power over men—the more attractive or successful the man, the more she wanted to bring them down. What turned her on most was turning men into animals and keeping them under her control.
When Paula started this modelling agency she knew that she would specialize in beautiful men!
Aside from her uncle, her first experiment had been the fifteen year old paper boy. She had wanted to try out the drug so since the day was hot she invited Tony in for a glass of lemonade. He accepted because Paula was very sexy and could turn on a young boy very easily. After his drink she suggested that he really hated a teacher at his school—a teacher that Paula had once dated and who had called her “sick”. It was too bad that the police caught Tony only after three weeks of doing vicious harassing things to the teacher. They could never figure out why such a nice boy so violently hated a teacher he never even had.
Carlos had arrived at the agency with his portfolio at 4 o’clock. Paula had arranged it that way since her two secretaries would be leaving shortly after that hour and she would have the place to herself. Carlos had stated initially to the secretary that he was already signed with Sunrise and that he was happy with the work that they were giving him. Paula’s secretary had convinced him that it might be profitable for him to at least listen to what her boss had to say.
At five minutes after the hour she opened her door and invited him in. He was even better looking in person than the original photo she had seen. He had dark hair, cut stylishly short, beautiful blue eyes and a winning smile. It wouldn’t be too hard for any agency to get work for him!
They spoke for a few minutes about the kinds of things he had been doing during the past year. At one point Paula rose and went to the bar and asked him if he would have a coffee or a soda. He refused at first but with a little prodding he said he would have a little soda. He was very polite—a real gentle man.
While he was sipping his soda she asked him a number of questions about his family, whether he had a girlfriend at the moment—he did—and generally made small talk. The drug kicked in about five minutes later. About the only sign that the drug was working was in the eyes. They became rather glazed over. At that point the victim didn’t offer to talk any more but just sat there until asked a question. The eyes never closed—they weren’t asleep—they were just a little zombie-like but very responsive to any suggestion.
Paula knew she had about a half hour to play around—an hour if she made him finish the drink. She reached over to the coffee table and pulled over a silver cigarette box. “Carlos”, she said. I understand you like blondes. Blondes like me.”
“Yes” Carlos agreed.
She remembered he had a thing against smoking. “And it really turns you on to see a blonde smoke, doesn’t it, Carlos?”
Carlos looked a little confused. Paula lit her cigarette, inhaled deeply and blew out the smoke in a long sexy stream. “When you watch me, you can feel yourself getting excited, can’t you Carlos?”
“Yes. I can.”
“Every time you see me take a drag of my cigarette you are getting harder and harder, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Please.. do it again. " He watched now as she smoked her cigarette as seductively as possible. Every time she took a drag he began to look more and more uncomfortable as his underwear became tighter and tighter..
“Have you ever smoked, Carlos?”
“No,” he said, “I haven’t.”
“Why, Carlos?”
“It isn’t good for your body; it smells awful.”
“But you are really turned on by it, aren’t you?”
“Oh, yes.”
“You wish all beautiful blondes smoked, don’t you.”
“Yes. Yes!”
“You know, if you smoked, you could convince any girls that don’t smoke that they should smoke for you.”
“That’s true.” His eyes were glued to her.
“I’m finishing my cigarette now and I don’t think I’ll have another one—because you don’t smoke and it might upset you and I wouldn’t want that.”
“No. That’s all right. I like to watch you smoke. Please go ahead.” Carlos looked uncomfortable, almost panic stricken that she might not smoke again.
“No, no. If you smoked then I wouldn’t mind having another but since you don’t...”
“I could learn..”
“Do you want me to teach you to smoke, Carlos?”
“Yes, alright—then you could have another cigarette.” He smiled his beautiful smile.
With Paula’s suggestions he took to smoking very quickly. She had him smoke about five cigarettes and he she had him inhaling after the second one. She was careful to do it slowly so that he wouldn’t be too sick—not that it would matter because he would forget it anyway. Then Paula told him that he was really hooked on smoking now—that a pack a day would probably not be enough for him, that he was a real advocate of smoking now and couldn’t understand why everyone didn’t smoke, that he got really pissed off when anyone suggested that he not smoke, that smoking was for him one of the most pleasurable things and that it made him feel sexy. He loved the feel of the cigarette between his lips and he loved to watch women smoke, especially her. She was the sexiest smoker he had ever seen. Whenever he was with her he wanted to keep smoking so she might too.
Then she turned to her competition. She suggested that his present girlfriend was a real tramp and that he no longer had interest in her whatsoever. She was just using him. After she was finished Carlos was describing her as “a real pig”.
It was approaching the time that drug was going to be wearing off, so she suggested that he was thirsty and he finish the rest of the drink—that would buy her another half hour at least.
Each time she would ask him if he wanted another cigarette, he eagerly responded ‘yes’ and got better and better at smoking them. He seemed to really enjoy the taste of the smoke and he began inhaling deeper and deeper. Paula was getting really turned on now just watching him. Liking the feel of the cigarette between his lips he let it dangle there while he watched her smoke and he even dragged on the cigarette a few times leaving it between his lips.
“Carlos, you really are turned on by me, aren’t you.”
“Yes.”
“I can tell you think I am the most beautiful woman you ever laid eyes on and that you would do anything to have me. Isn’t that true?”
“Anything.” He was almost panting.
“That’s too bad. You know, Carlos, you’re not my type. I don’t really like men with short hair like yours. And you’re so gentle. I’m really turned on by rough men. I love leather and motorcycles and stubble I can feel when I kiss a man. You don’t seem to be like that.”
“No, I’m not.” He looked very sad as he took the cigarette from his lips and blew out a deep drag of smoke.
“But I do like you, Carlos, and I know that you will do anything for me. You are going to get very interested in all those things. In fact long hair and leather and bikes are things that you always wanted to get into, aren’t they?”
“I think so.”
“I can see that you’re getting rougher just watching you. Why even your language is getting so rough. You seem to not be able to say a sentence without swearing, can you?”
“Fuck. I guess not.”
“You want me desperately, Carlos. You won’t be able to stop thinking about me day and night, but you know that I won’t even be able to look at you as a lover until you’ve become the kind of man that turns me on. What kind of man is that, Carlos?”
“Rough. A biker. Long hair. Leather. Fuck, if that’s what you want, I’ll fucking do it. Godammit, I have to have you!”
She came over to him and gave him the most delicious kiss. As her tongue caressed his, he almost melted in front of her. She loved the tobacco taste of his mouth. When he was getting very near climaxing, she broke away.
“Well, Carlos, I’m just not interested until you change. Why don’t you come back in six months when your contract runs out at Sunrise and we’ll see if I can’t take you on in the agency and maybe, if you’ve changed, well, we’ll see... about us”
The glaze was leaving his eyes and he was becoming more animated and in control of himself, so Paula knew she had to draw things to a close.
“I know you’ve only been here a few minutes, Carlos, but I can’t use you in the agency just now. I know that disappoints you but we’ll see in about six months.”
“Hey, look, I really fuckin’ want to join your agency. And you are so fuckin’ beautiful—you have to take me in. Look, I’ll do fuckin’ anything.”
“Six months, Carlos. We’ll see.” She practically pushed him out the door.
Through her contacts at Sunrise she knew that Carlos was indeed undergoing a change. Within a month no-one there could stand him any more. He had been given two warnings and with the third he was out.
He refused to cut his hair for shots, was always unkempt, had become very rude and verbally abusive—smoked like a chimney... they couldn’t believe how one nice person could change so radically. He had sold his Toyota, his pride and joy and picked up a bike. He dropped his girlfriend and dated a variety of other biker girls that no-one at the agency could stand. The final straw came when he almost missed a shoot because he had been hung over. When the director told him that he couldn’t smoke on the set, Carlos turned around and slugged him. He was fired that very day—and for weeks the crew at Sunrise talked about the abusive and crude language he used when he was told to leave and the scene that he had created.
It wasn’t until the six months were up that Paula gave in to seeing Carlos. Not that he hadn’t tried. He had been calling her home, leaving notes, sending flowers, parking outside her window—doing everything he could to even see her again.
During that time that she was letting him hang, Paula had been quite busy. She did have a modelling agency to run, but she had her fun on the side as well.
One real coup was the young policeman that stopped her for speeding. The whole time he was writing her a ticket, she could feel herself being aroused. As hot as she looked, the cop never seemed to notice her as anything but a lawbreaker.
She knew that she wanted him badly, so she followed his police car at a distance and luckily it ended up at a coffee shop. He was seated by the window doing reports so Paula bought two coffees at the counter and brought it over to him—of course, he couldn’t refuse since she had already bought it for him. Too bad he didn’t know that there was something else in the coffee as well.
This cop was thirty-two, happily married and had two kids—and he was a strikingly handsome man. She found out his background after the drug took effect and then he was more than willing to answer any questions she posed. He had married at twenty-three—his childhood sweetheart, of course, he neither smoke nor drank, he was a real churchgoing Christian and was completely honest. That would soon change, she thought. She got hot thinking about it.
An hour later he was deeply in love with Paula and would do anything for her. He knew she loved to smoke, so he wanted take up the habit so he could join her; she loved doing a little pot, so he knew where he could steal some for her; his marriage with his wife was not working out, he now thought; and he was fed up with these phony hypocritical church ministers. He arranged to meet her in a motel after his shift that evening and he couldn’t wait to fuck her.
After his shift he met her with a bottle of scotch—her favourite, and a carton of cigarettes. He had also got some pot from a kid he’d been following and instead of arresting him, he let the kid go and pocketed the stash. He was so horny when he arrived at the motel he could think of nothing else but this creature with the perfect body that so turned him on. He would do anything for her.
She insisted, of course, that he have a drink first—and although he had never even tried scotch, it soon became his favourite drink and he downed more than half the bottle himself. With the added drug to the scotch, he was ready to be her slave—do anything she wanted.
She taught him how to smoke, told him how he got off on beating his wife because she was a slutty tramp and how he couldn’t wait to be rid of the bitch. Paula allowed him to make love to her and he was rough the way she liked it. She gave him a new set of friends at the local pool hall—friends who could fence the dope.
She told him she liked money and nice things and if he wanted to keep seeing her he would have to see to it that he took a few bribes and found other ways of augmenting his police salary. She told him that he loved being her slave and that whatever she did to humiliate him really turned him on.
Paula let the cop, Jack, see her once a week although he was desperate to be with her more. Before his wife left him, Jack beat her badly three or four times. He drank a lot, too, but she made sure that it didn’t ever influence his job. He developed a nice drug trade and took many bribes, but he wanted few luxuries for himself other than smokes and a few drinks and shooting pool with some low-lifes he now called friends, so he was able to bank most of it.
When Paula finally allowed Carlos in to see her, she was quite satisfied with the changes she had wrought.
He had become very belligerent before she let him in, but once in the room you could tell that he was a man in love. Before she gave him a drink, she questioned him and learned that he hadn’t had a job since he was fired by Sunrise, that he was smoking three to four packs a day, that he had stopped drinking because he couldn’t afford the booze and that he was desperate for a job. Every time Paula lit a cigarette, she could see the lump in his crotch rise. His language was now quite filthy and his taste in clothes had a decidedly leather bent.
She waited until four-thirty to offer him the drink which he took quite readily and within five minutes she was ready to go again.
At a quarter to six her policeman arrived. She met Jack in the outer office, drink in hand, as she always did. She was so good, he thought, thinking only of him. Five minutes later she brought him into meet Carlos.
Paula suggested to them that one of the things she really enjoyed was seeing men get off on other men and how she knew they would really love to arouse each other for her sake. She suggested that they had even had fantasies about sucking another man’s cock and that they were getting hard thinking about it. They started getting hard, of course. She smiled and lit another cigarette as both men watched and grew even harder.
Soon they were starting to take each other’s clothes off. She suggested to her cop that he leave his hat on because that would excite Carlos even more. Every suggestion she made seem to only get them more hot and excited. They began talking dirty to each other—calling one another cocksucker and mother-fucker. One by one they took turns sucking each other and as they did she kept telling them how they loved it, how they had never been so aroused and how it was the best sex they ever had. She even suggested that they were liking it better than they would sex with her. They grew wilder and wilder in their sex until the both came two or three times with Paula watching.
Paula convinced them that they were now very much turned on by each other and that perhaps they should room with each other.
She had grown tired of them by this point and there were many more men out there that she was attracted to and she could have them do anything she wanted. The whole world was hers. What did she acre about these low-lifes?
She did give Carlos a job, however, doing hard core porn which her company had branched out into—so she was able to keep in touch with the two of them. As a porn star he was amazing because he would do anything and keep it up for as long as they wanted. Carlos and the cop became lovers—they shared their love of bikes and their love of each other’s bodies.
Carlos wasn’t able to work very long, though. His hair was getting far too long, he refused to shave his beard and he was getting a paunch from drinking so much. He no longer looked the part of a young male stud even though he was only twenty-one.
Life with Jack and Carlos had been very interesting. Between the two of them they smoked six packs a day and had sex every night. When the cop was finally arrested for extortion and drugs and sentenced to ten years, Carlos almost went crazy. He’d have killed himself had he not visited Paula and later that day fell in love with the crippled lady who sold cigars in the shop below Paula’s office. God,he loved those fuckin’ cigars.
Paula looked over her latest resumés and smiled:
“John is the all-American boy, All-State football champ, and wrestling star. He likes going to church and girls who can make him laugh. At heart he is just a country boy.”
She laughed aloud as she dialed the phone.
“John, this is the Power Modelling Agency calling...”