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“The story is that you’re hurting me!”  Amy frantically pried at the hypnotist’s fingers: they were gripped just above her knee—as tightly as a mastiff’s jaws.  “My mind can’t control the pain.

“My mind control is gone from the story!”  Despite her screaming and pleading, Bernard’s cruel hand remained tightly clenched.  In the end of this mind controlling story, her leg would have five bruises of a deep mauve, each with a scarlet frown from a fingernail’s vicious story.

‘Ah’, he recalled his mind control hypnosis conversation with the now dead politician, “but that is another story’s plot. Tomorrow will be another story and it will be a mind control story with a happy ending – for me.  His mind control story quip was in reference to mind controlling situations he could influence to his gain.  That is my story and I’m sticking to it.

On the television, in the background of the news story, a flamboyant man was dancing an animated salsa, with an upraised fist.  “What is his story?” Bernard wondered and the mind controlling hypnotist finally relaxed his grip.

“It only hurts,” he offered the closest he would to an apology, “until the pain ebbs away.”  Stryker slapped the thigh he had so torturously squeezed.  If the sadistic hypnotist had mind controlled her again her pain would be gone.

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“This dramatically unforeseen culmination of my mind control story in Seattle,” the powerful mind control expert gamely grinned, while Amy hobbled away to tend her wounds, “is a final confirmation that I once again have some worthy enemies.  My mind control story will have a number of more stories of mind control.”

“Do you swear to faithfully uphold the office to which you were elected?”

“I do.” Eric had lied. Then he hopped the next plane to a tropical destination. Campaigning is hard work and Eric wanted to pick up a girl to help him unwind from the strain.

Well to be honest, it wasn’t all that much effort for him. The corrupt political party he served for simply spent more money on advertising than the next runner up contender had spent. But a good politician can lie to himself as well as he can feed BS to the media and to the public and so here Eric was on his vacation to pick up girls.

The newly elected and sworn in political candidate took a sip of his beer and he recalled an interview he gave shortly after the victory of corruption over another flavor of political corruption.

“Why did you want to get into politics?” The reporter had asked. Eric has doled out the time-honored spiel about wanting to serve his country and the people in it. All Crap!

Young Eric had decided to go into politics when the Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinski scandal was on the front pages. Politics had seemed like the best way he could think to pick up girls.

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The girl attraction skills he had gained from the truly amazing book on picking up women were almost out of a mind control fiction or fantasy story. His male magnetism radiated out and the babes were drawn to him like an electro-magnet, or like fireflies to a porch light.

The exceptionally attractive woman currently snuggled in bed with him was irrefutable proof of just how effective the female mind controlling tactics were. Over the years he had known this fabulous girl, she had rebuffed his clumsy pick up attempts hundreds of times. He uses the tips from the secret of same night lays book and suddenly ‘BANG’, he is attractive to the girl and she is banging him. The change in my attractiveness to her was like a babe magnetism switch.

“Girls like to say that much of a man’s thinking is done by his testicles,” the babe magnet guy says, “but a woman’s brains are often in her breasts too. Knowing that fact is a good start on the path towards knowing how to attract women and being successful at picking up a woman.”

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He watched the girl’s eyelids flicker as she slept: there was a smile on her lips. Was she dreaming about him and what they did tonight? He couldn’t exert any mind control on a woman’s dream phantasms but a part of his control on a girl’s waking mind was understanding the subconscious mind. The secret of seduction book he read was important as it focused his attracting women efforts. But the conversational hypnosis course he had taken was the base of covert mind control knowledge he also used to his advantage over women.

“Mind control seems as fiction to most people,” he chuckled at the irony, “but mind control fiction usually falls well short of showing what amazing power mind control hypnosis REALLY has. Plus, conversational hypnosis doesn’t just vastly improve a guy’s sex life, it has a global effect on everything in a person’s life. I can get better jobs, more sales, cheaper prices on things I buy, improved service from everyday people AND I attract fabulous women.”  … to be continued

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How to Pick Up Girls – The Offending Ploy

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The Pubic Hair Ploy is pick up girls fiction by Russell Twyce

“Excuse me miss,” a restaurant patron flags over a very cute waitress, “I was wondering if your cook wears a hair net.”

“Of course he does.” The hot girl answers in a genial and professional manner. “It’s a regulation.”

“Then maybe this one is a nasal hair.” The man points to his mashed potatoes.

“Ooh!” The girl is suddenly flummoxed and reeling from a mental image of a hair falling from the cook’s hairy nose. “I’m so sorry.”

“Honestly darling,” the diner uses his fork to dig more of the single hair from his meal, “this seems too long to come from a nostril. I’m leaning towards supposing this hair originated in a pubic or an armpit area.” He smiles at the sudden look of mortification on her face. He leans forward om his elbows and whispers in a conspiratorial tone. “Is it one of yours?”

“I shave.” she blurts out before controlling her thoughts.

“That knowledge evokes a pleasant mental image for me.” His eyes favorably access the girl he is trying to pick up and they drift downwards.

“I meant my underarms.” She stammers. The girl subjected to the mind control techniques feels that she is wrong-footed and at least one sentence behind in the exchange.

“This seems to have too much curl to be from an armpit.” He uses one tine of his fork to indicate.

“I shave down there too.” She admits defensively.

“I wish I’d known that peach muffin was being offered.” He chuckles. “I can almost taste it now and I imagine it nearly exploding with gravy. That’s a much more appetizing after shift menu item than roast beef with penis-fur potatoes.”

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“Uh.” The young woman’s mind spins a few loops. It has taken her a few seconds too long to realize what food he is talking about and when she finally does, she realizes that she hasn’t reacted in the indignant manner she should have employed. Now it was too late.

“Sit down before you fall down.” He slides a chair out and the girl drops into it.

“I don’t know what to say.” She stammers.

“Then just say yes.”

“Yes?”

“Perfect.” He sees that her hands are both flat on the table, as if to steady herself from toppling off the chair. He sets a friendly hand on one of hers: it is the first touch between them. “So what time will our dessert date begin?”

“I’m not off until nine.” She says but swiftly realizes that it didn’t come out as a brush-off. Instead, it could be interpreted as a confirmation of a date starting at that time. This was just happening all so fast. She looked down at her hand, his friendly gesture had turned into a caress as his finger tips gently played in the crotches between her knuckles. It felt good. Then the young woman laughs and repeats his one especially humorous line. “Penis-fur potatoes!”

“I’m Dan.” The man says to remove the obstacle of still being strangers. “And from your name tag, I’m guessing that you’re Kelly.” His mind control efforts to accomplish the pick up is nearly done.

“Hi.” She looks up from his friendly hand to his twinkling eyes. His smile reminds her of what his lips wanted to do with her muffin. The pick up guy has planted subliminal mind control to make that thought sexually stimulating for her.

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She waits for him to add another line to his remarkable pick up procedure, but he remains silent. It is as if he has drilled fifteen balls into her mind’s court and is now waiting for her to lob one back. She chooses the physical cue to respond to. She collects up the pick up artist’s hand that has been stroking hers and she holds it.

“I wish we could just go now.” The girl says after a moment. She has been wondering about the offending pubic hair and surmises it is from the cook. He is creepy and undresses her with his eyes. She doesn’t dare to think about what he might’ve been doing that would’ve put a hair in the mashed potatoes.

“Tell them I’m friend and that something has come up.” The guy picking up the girl grins: his mind control mission is all but accomplished. He doesn’t have to ponder on where the hair came from. He already knows. It’s one of his that he intentionally put into his own meal as the first step in his quest to pick up girls.

“Good idea.” The mind controlled girl stood up. “Give me a few minutes to get my jacket and to take the rest of the shift off.”

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The Mind Control Charm
Part Three

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“Where am I?” On waking up, Lisa seems confused. “And who are you?”

“I’m Ben.” He rubs his eyes and sits up. “Don’t you remember?”

“You raped me!” The girl has noticed her state of total undress.

“Our sex was with mutual consent.” Ben sputters. He hasn’t anticipated this mind control problem.

“I was a virgin.” The girl yells. “My fiancé and I were saving it for our wedding night. He’s likely worried sick about me because instead of meeting him in the nightclub, I was in a hotel room with a rapist who put something in my drink to make me compliant.”

“I didn’t put anything in your drink.” Ben grabs the mind control amulet and puts the chain around his neck. He desperately needs to get the girl he picked up back under his mind’s firm control. ‘Say it is okay!’ He sends in a panic. ‘Don’t think of it as rape!’

“What is that thing?” The girl snatches it into her hand for a closer look. The face is just decorated metal so she flips it over to examine the back. ‘Mind Control Charm – Patents Pending’. “Oh my God!” She puts a shocked hand to her mouth as the whole mind control story becomes clear.

“I’m sorry.” Ben now regrets his not having thought through the morals of mind control.

“Sorry isn’t nearly enough.” Lisa pushes him hard in the chest, but she continues to hold the mind control medallion. The chain breaks as he falls back onto the bed. “Your mind control rape has stolen something absolutely irreplaceable from my fiancé and I. You’ll go to jail but we can never get my sexual innocence back.”

“I can’t go to jail.” Ben says in horror. He briefly wonders why the mind control device isn’t working on her today but then he remembers the warning. The girl’s brain frequency must have shifted while she slept.

“Why?” She demands. “Will you try mind controlling the judge and jury into letting you off? You deserve to be in prison and being raped by other inmates.” Lisa puts an exploring hand into her crotch. “Did you get me pregnant and give me a sexually transmitted disease too?”

“I don’t have any diseases.” His negative answer to the second pins an indelible maybe on the first question.

“I feel all dirty inside.” The mind control rape victim takes one of the luxury hotel’s bathrobes from the bedroom door and dons it. “But I can’t take a shower until I’ve been to the hospital to have a rape evidence kit done.”

“Please don’t report it.” Ben begged. “I’ll never do it again.”

“I know you’re not going to.” She scoffs. “You’re probably not going to live until the trial. My boyfriend is really strong and he is fiercely protective of me. He will very likely beat you to death and end up in prison for murder. Your acting out adolescent fantasies of mind control has ruined my life.”

“I can pay you.” He pleaded.

“Really?” Her tone is mocking. “What is hushing up the molesting away of a girl’s chastity in a mind controlled rape worth these days?”

“Fifty thousand dollars.”

“A quarter of a million.” She counters in a suddenly stern voice. “And you’ll get it to me today. I’ll go to the hospital now to collect your semen sample and have my body combed for other DNA evidence. You get the cash together and meet me in the hotel lounge at exactly six. If you don’t have it by then, I’ll contact the police and they can get your information from the front desk.”

“I’ll raise the money in time.”

“You better get it.” The girl quickly collects her scattered clothing. “And you’ll be there on the minute or I will be phoning the police.” The hotel room door slams behind her. She will dress in the elevator.

End of Part Three

The Mind Control Charm
Part Three

“I withdrew everything I have and liquidated my investments.” Ben says. “But even with maxing out all my credit, I’m still about twenty thousand short. Will you let me have tonight to get the rest?”

“No. I’ll take what you have there and I never want to see you again.”

“Thank you.”

“I have one question before I leave.” She looks intently at him. “Was I worth it?”

“Truthfully, yes.” Ben confesses.  “I’ll remember my one nightclub success with mind control for the rest of my life and my night with you was the best ever. Your boyfriend is a lucky guy. I regret it all but at the same time, I don’t. Can you understand that?”

“For my part,” the girl stands and picks up the suitcase of money, “I’ll forget about you as soon as I can.” Then she turns and walks away.

Ben eyes follow her shapely butt to the exit. She has cost him all his savings and put him deep into short-term debt but he’ll survive the financial hit. He feels intensely relieved that his starting over will be without a criminal record of sex charges.

“Yes.” He breathes the confirmation to himself as Lisa disappears. “My experience with her is one that will linger favorably in my memory forever. She was awesome! But I really should’ve saved myself the trouble and bought that ‘Secrets of Same Night Lays’ book instead.”

He would rectify his initial mistake immediately. His computer still had the link to find the amazing advice offers by a legendary pick up artist.

Out at her car, Lisa takes the mind control pendant from her pocket. She kisses the warm medal as loving as Ben had the night before.

“I’ll put it back onto Ebay.” She chuckles. The mind control charm doesn’t actually do mind controlling. Tiny electronics inside the amulet emitted a radio signal the companion unit in her glove box homed in on. Lisa had used it to track Ben into the nightclub. Then she had waited for the mind control hopeful to make his mental moves.

The mind control charm didn’t do mind control but Lisa didn’t need it to because of her top-notch mind reading talent. Normal chatter from a mind was tricky to pick up, but when when a guy was trying to broadcast a mind control message, it stood out like chalk writing on a blackboard.  Lisa had picked up Ben’s mental orders and performed them of her own volition, as if she were utterly mind controlled.

And she was becoming a wealthy young lady with her clever mind control scam.  230 thousand dollars was more than the best courtesans could earn for a single night of sex.

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Mind Control Fiction – by Russell Twyce

The Mind Control Pendant – Part One

Ben is successful enough in his work life but not a suave guy.  It seemed that as far as women were concerned, he was invisible.  A girl’s eyes would sweep by him with nary a hesitation, to focus on the other men.  Night after disappointing night, he went to nightclubs seeking to pick up a girl, and then would invariably go home alone.

“Nah.”  The luckless with women Ben answered.  “That above link is just a shameless plug this Mind Control Fiction story’s author has inserted.  If I read an amazing book, then I’d have no problem picking up girls and this ‘Mind Control Pendant’ story would be pointless.”

So instead of doing the smart thing and following the incredible advice of a proven master at picking up girls from nightclubs, Ben surfed over to Ebay and he bought a mind control charm. Duh!  And that is where this mind control fiction really begins.

“This mind control pendant is like really cool.”  Ben said aloud as he removed the fairly expensive mind control amulet from the packaging.  Temperature wise, the mind control device wasn’t actually cool: it was slightly warm.  The mind-controlling medallion also had a very subtle vibration.  “My mind control purchase has a money back guarantee.  If I can’t pick up a girl with it, I can return it for a full refund.”

“Aim your mental orders towards the mind you want to control.  The person must be in your direct line-of-sight.”  Ben read the very simple instructions that were included with the mind control tool.  “The mind control amulet will do the rest.”

“Do not become disillusioned if the mind control charm doesn’t seem to work at first.”  The mind control aspirant continued to read aloud.  “The brain operates on a range of amplitudes but mind control is only possible on a few of those frequencies.  Just try again until you find someone currently in a control receptive state of mind.”

Warning!”  The final paragraph was in bold print.  “A brain does NOT remain in any one state of mind indefinitely.  A mind that you can exert control over one day, may well be uncontrollable the next time you attempt mind control.”

That was all that was written on the page.  The sheet’s reverse had instructions for cleaning the mind control device.  It also gave safety advice suggesting the mind control pendant could present a choking hazard to toddlers.

End of Part One

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The Mind Control Pendant – Part Two

Ben is now in his favorite nightclub.  He never manages to scores with a girl here but at least his failed pick up attempts are rewarded with stunning eye-candy.  The girls here are hotter than anywhere else in town.  They strut, preen and compete with the other girls for the guys’ attentions.

‘Look over my way.’  Ben sends out a mental message to a particularly spectacular blond wearing a tight black dress.  The mind control charm is a comfortable weight on his chest.  But the remarkable young woman remains in rapt conversation with her two girlfriends.

“That one didn’t work.”  Ben mutters into his whiskey and coke. “Maybe I should have just bought that how to pick up girls book after all.  My friend certainly gave it his highest praise when he told me to.

Ben then sets his eyes to looking for a next girl to try his mind control on.  It is a target rich environment but on the chance of success in mind control, he wants the situation to be conducive.

“Completely controlling a girl’s mind,” Ben supposes in a whisper to his own ears, “only to have her big boyfriend come back from the toilet to find her with me, might not turn out so pleasant.”

“The mind control amulet’s instructions told me not to become disillusioned.”  The lonely man tries to console himself after his next several mind control attempts have also failed.  And then Ben spies her.

“Whoa!”  He reacts to an attractive brunette.  She seems to be alone but he holds his mind-controlling thoughts in check pending a few minutes of visual investigation.  The girl takes her drink from the waitress and then idly looks around the nightclub.

“Oh please be mine.”  Ben wishes before beginning his next mind control pick up run.  The young woman in his pick up sights is exceptionally lovely, seemingly here all alone and her body in her skimpy red frock is to die for.

‘Look over my way’.  He sends the mind control order – and she obeys it.  Ben sees her tilt her head slightly as if wondering why she looked, but her eyes are on him.

‘That’s right my beauty,’ he sends, ‘my virile presence has drawn your interest.  Now smile at me.’  And she complies.  Her hair is bobbed short and it curls to frame her face into a heart shape.  Her skin is fair and her eyes are a warm brown.

‘Pick up your drink and come over to me.’  Ben issues the mental order after having returned her smile with his clumsy grin.  The girl instantly follows his command but in halting steps.

“I’m Ben.”

“I’m Lisa.”  She says in a distracted manner.  The non-controlled part of her mind is seemingly churning over what is happening to her.

They engage in small talk for a while with Ben supplying mental nudges to keep the conversation progressing along his track.

“Let’s go somewhere else.”  Ben suggests.

“But…”  Lisa begins but on his mental command of ‘come with me’, she acquiesces.

“Where shall we go?”  Ben asks as he considers his options.  He didn’t prepare for such a phenomenal mind control success: his place is a mess.  ‘Suggest we get a room’.

“Why don’t we find a hotel?”  The girl says in a trembling voice.

“Why didn’t I think of that?”  Ben quips sarcastically.  He drives to the nicest hotel in town.  This girl is absolutely worth the best.  He isn’t hurting for money either.  Ben earns plenty.  Without a wife or girlfriend to spend it on, he has more than enough.

“Let me take your jacket.”  Ben says when they are in a suite.  ‘Take off your dress too.’  He adds a mind control order.  He turns back from placing her coat on a hook, to see her standing in her bra and g-string.  “Oh!  You know what you want!”

“No I don’t.”  Her voice is timid.  Clad only in her underwear, the petite girl looks like a pixie shorn of her wings.  Without control of her own mind, she is at his mercy.

“Then let me show you.”  He sends a command.  ‘Kiss me passionately.’

In moments, they are both naked and in the big double bed.  But then Ben realizes there is one other preparation his lack of confidence in the mind control pendant has brought.  He doesn’t have any condoms handy.

‘Tell me it’s okay for us to have unprotected sex.’  He issues an urgent instruction and as he’s come to expect, she follows his mind control cues perfectly.

“I should go.”  Lisa says after they’ve been intimate – twice.

“Stay here.” Ben pleads but he stacks the deck with some mind control.  ‘Sleep.’  He’s looking forward to some morning frolic and doesn’t want it to be with his usual five-fingered partner.

“Such a cute little angel.”  Ben remarks in response to her sleeping face.  He takes his mind control amulet off and kisses it before setting the amazing pick up pendant on the nightstand.  “Thank you!  Thank you!  Thank you! This is the turning point of my life”

End of Part Two
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How to Pick Up a Girl – The Sneaky Pubic Hair Ploy

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The Pubic Hair Ploy is mind control fiction by Russell Twyce

“Excuse me miss,” a restaurant patron flags over a very cute waitress, “I was wondering if your cook wears a hair net.”

“Of course he does.” She answers in a genial and professional manner. “It’s a regulation.”

“Then maybe this one is a nasal hair.” The man points to his mashed potatoes.

“Ooh!” The girl is suddenly flummoxed and reeling from a mental image of a hair falling from the cook’s hairy nose. “I’m so sorry.”

“Honestly darling,” the diner uses his fork to dig more of the single hair from his meal, “this seems too long to come from a nostril. I’m leaning towards supposing this hair originated in a pubic or an armpit area.” He smiles at the sudden look of mortification on her face. He leans forward om his elbows and whispers in a conspiratorial tone. “Is it one of yours?”

“I shave.” she blurts out before thinking.

“That knowledge evokes a pleasant mental image for me.” His eyes favorably access the girl he is trying to pick up and they drift downwards.

“I meant my underarms.” She stammers. The girl subjected to the mind control techniques feels that she is wrong-footed and at least one sentence behind in the exchange.

“This seems to have too much curl to be from an armpit.” He uses one tine of his fork to indicate.

“I shave down there too.” She admits defensively.

“I wish I’d known that peach muffin was being offered.” He chuckles. “I can almost taste it now and I imagine it nearly exploding with gravy. That’s a much more appetizing after shift menu item than roast beef with penis-fur potatoes.”

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“Uh.” The young woman’s mind spins a few loops. It has taken her a few seconds too long to realize what food he is talking about and when she finally does, she realizes that she hasn’t reacted in the indignant manner she should have employed. Now it was too late.

“Sit down before you fall down.” He slides a chair out and the girl drops into it.

“I don’t know what to say.” She stammers.

“Then just say yes.”

“Yes?”

“Perfect.” He sees that her hands are both flat on the table, as if to steady herself from toppling off the chair. He sets a friendly hand on one of hers: it is the first touch between them. “So what time will our dessert date begin?”

“I’m not off until nine.” She says but swiftly realizes that it didn’t come out as a brush-off. Instead, it could be interpreted as a confirmation of a date starting at that time. This was just happening all so fast. She looked down at her hand, his friendly gesture had turned into a caress as his finger tips gently played in the crotches between her knuckles. It felt good. Then the young woman laughs and repeats his one especially humorous line. “Penis-fur potatoes!”

“I’m Dan.” The man says to remove the obstacle of still being strangers. “And from your name tag, I’m guessing that you’re Kelly.” His mind control efforts to accomplish the pick up is nearly done.

“Hi.” She looks up from his friendly hand to his twinkling eyes. His smile reminds her of what his lips wanted to do with her muffin. The pick up guy has planted subliminal mind control to make that thought sexually stimulating for her.

She waits for him to add another line to his remarkable pick up procedure, but he remains silent. It is as if he has drilled fifteen balls into her mind’s court and is now waiting for her to lob one back. She chooses the physical cue to respond to. She collects up the pick up artist’s hand that has been stroking hers and she holds it.

“I wish we could just go now.” The girl says after a moment. She has been wondering about the offending pubic hair and surmises it is from the cook. He is creepy and undresses her with his eyes. She doesn’t dare to think about what he might’ve been doing that would’ve put a hair in the mashed potatoes.

“Tell them I’m friend and that something has come up.” The guy picking up the girl grins: his mind control mission is all but accomplished. He doesn’t have to ponder on where the hair came from. He already knows. It’s one of his that he intentionally put into his own meal as the first step in his quest to pick up a girl.

“Good idea.” The mind controlled girl stood up. “Give me a few minutes to get my jacket and to take the rest of the shift off.”

The End of this Mind Control Fiction

Author’s Notes – I started writing this short mind control fiction story with the intention of it only being a humorous depiction of how to pick up girls. But as I worked on how to pick up girls – Pubic Hair Ploy, I stared to like it better on several different levels. At the beginning of this mind control fiction on how to pick up girls, I warned readers that this how to pick up girls was fiction and that it might not work to pick up a girl. But I have to rescind that. From what I know about mind control, I think the how to pick up a girl scenario I presented might actually be effective.

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How to Pick up Girls – Pluck Me

Short Fictional Pick Ups by Russell Twyce

Howie was utterly hopeless at picking up girls. That is even putting his total lack of success at picking up girls mildly. He was worse than pathetic at pick up lines and inept in the extreme at approaching girls. Some people went so far as to suggest that Howie couldn’t get lucky with a girl, if he walked into a whore house with a sack of gold over his shoulder. That might’ve been a bit harsh, albeit likely true, of his inability to get laid.

One thing certainly didn’t assist Howie in his efforts at picking up a girl and that was his name. His non-shortened name of Howard wasn’t exactly ‘babe magnetic’. But the diminutive name of Howie wasn’t any better, it might’ve even been worse at thwarting his effort at picking up girls. To further decrease his chances, his surname was Dudley. Howie Dudley.

Howie’s non-attractive moniker was a result of his mother being overly protective. She believed if she could prevent her son from getting laid, then she wouldn’t ever have to worry about Howie having a wife or girlfriend that she didn’t approve of. So far, her plan was working perfectly. Neither Howie nor his name had yet succeeded at picking up a girl.

Howie’s physical looks were not spectacular either. His ears poked out and he had overly prominent cheekbones that were strewn with freckles: he looked a lot like Howdy Doody. But most reading this won’t know of Howdy-Doody the puppet character from the early age of television, so we’ll leave that alone and stick to Howie’s trying to pick up a girl – ANY girl.

Looks aren’t as important as you might suppose. I could likely teach a male wart hog how to score with a female gazelle.

There is one more thing in the rambling beginning of this how to pick up girls tale that I want to mention. Like many of my stories, this fiction has its roots in fact. I did actually know a guy like this once. His name wasn’t Howard Dudley but we did often call him Howdy Doody and he was renown for his failures at picking up girls. The real life Howie wouldn’t give people a high-five for fear of some harm coming to his only sex partner.

But back to this story about picking up girls. Whether or not Howie could actually pick up a girl in a whorehouse had never been determined because Howie didn’t have the gold. That changed when he won a large prize in the lottery. And that’s really where this story of a unique attempt at picking up a girl begins.

Previously, Howie had heard that the world’s best pick up line was “I have a credit card and I know how to use it”. Up to now though, Howie Dudley hadn’t possessed the requisite credit card. He still didn’t have the credit card, he had applied but had not received it yet. Howdy Doody had better: he now had cash and scads of it.

“Would you like to pluck me?” Howie asked the girl he wanted to pick up.

“That was rude but ineffective.” She replied. The girl was truly hot. She looked similar to the babe above left on the banner image.

“I didn’t ask what you thought you heard.” Howie spoke louder to overcome the nightclub’s music.
“I said, ‘pluck’ me.”

“And is that supposed to make a difference?” The girl scolded with her hands on her hips like a mother threatening to wash a youngster’s mouth out with soap over a dirty word utterance. “I’m sure you meant it the way it sounded at first.”

“No.” Howie began unbuttoning his shirt’s top two buttons. “I mean ‘yes’ it makes a difference because I actually did mean pluck.”

“What are you doing?” The sexy girl reacts to his starting to disrobe. The girl was attired in a skimpy black dress that showed a lot of her body off and were she to take it suddenly off, nobody would mind at all. Howie’s physique was not quite up to that caliber and none really wanted to see it. Especially not the girl he wanted to pick up.

“I have these all over my body, fastened to my skin.” Howie Dudley opened his shirt to show that he had numerous hundred-dollar bills taped to his chest. “If we go and naked together, you can pluck me to your heart’s content. Of course, you will not be able to actually see I’m totally nude, until you’ve completely finished plucking me.”

Did Howie succeed? Is that an excellent method of how to pick up girls?

This mind control fiction story has been modified from original

Mind Control Fiction

His ability to get women out of the bar and into bed within a few hours–if not minutes–is nothing short of LEGENDARY. This part is NOT just mind control fiction – It’s the real deal.

Or is it REALLY Mind Control Fiction?

“Admit it, Carl. You love me. Do any other supervisors let you use company funds to buy clothes?” Gunter good-naturedly pushed the older man’s shoulder. “How many will volunteer to be your wing-man to meet some of the women you wanted to exercise mind control on?”

“What women?” Carl mocked surprise but he really thought going out for some fun with Gunter to try some mind control, would be interesting.

“There are fabulous girls all over this town! Your head has been bobbling like a spring-necked dash ornament.”

“I’ll have a couple drinks with you but Hamster Man’s never done well with ladies. He’ll just cramp your mind controlling style.”

“So why is it you haven’t had girlfriends?” Gunter asked as they found seats in a trendy nightclub. “You’re a good looking guy.”

“Hearing that from a male doesn’t count for much. Females just don’t seem to have the same opinion as you.”

“You’ve never done well with girls?”

“Not really. I’ve gotten used to that fact and I accept it.”

“What’s my name?” The young assassin asked abruptly.

“Gunter.” Carl answered without thinking and then realized he was wrong: that name was a false one. The employee lowered his voice to say the truest one. “I mean, John.”

“So why did you say ‘Gunter’ first?”

“Gunter Klein your current alias.”

“Ernest Payne is yours,” the young man smiled, “but I only call you by it when you’re earnestly trying to be a pain. Or when I’m trying some mind control on you.”

“Cute.” Now aware, Eckert thought quickly back for the times he’d been slurred without knowing it. He also considered Gunter’s name. “I’m used to calling you by whichever persona you’re in. You exert flawless mind control on yourself. always have the accent and you never slip from it even when we’re alone. I thought of you as Alex but now you’re Gunter to me.”

“That’s because I am Gunter Klein. As I view my documents for the first time, I decide who that person will be. I set my mind to controlling who I am and I become him, with the appropriate traits that I’ve given him.”

“You are Gunter and unless as an Ernest Payne, Carl Eckert presumes this mind control conversation has a mind controlling point to it.”

“My death and return gave me some interesting ideas on mind control fiction. I think when I fully take on a character, my soul believes. People must communicate with each other on a level that our minds can’t control. That’s why you can meet someone and suddenly have a ‘bad’ or maybe a ‘good’ feeling without knowing why. My soul tells your essence that I’m ‘Gunter’ and then your intuition tells your mind.”

“You could simply have good field craft and skill at acting out a fiction.”

“I think I am a good fiction actor. My father gave me plenty of practice in assuming different characters. ‘The most important thing to make you believable in a role is to accept it yourself’.”

“Okay, you’re more convincing because you believe it and so does your mind controlling soul. Now why are we talking about this mind control, if not in fiction?”

“Because you told me females don’t see you as attractive, even when you are. They only find you as uninteresting, because you think of yourself that way. You’re broadcasting your non mind controlled low self image and they get the first impression that you’re not stimulating.”

“Maybe so, but that’s the way I am and even better mind control can’t change that.”

“Who says you can’t? I change all of the time. I can be whoever and whatever I want. All I have to do is convince myself and then others will believe. Try right now to only think of yourself as Carl the interesting ladies man.”

“OK, I’m Carl the ladies man.” He gave it only lip service.

“Saying it’s alright but now you have to believe it. When you can think of yourself that way, then the women will also.”

“I think I can maybe do that.”

“I know that you can. You made everyone think that you were a homeless destitute man and they were convinced because you believed. If you were simply acting a role then people wouldn’t have given you money for panhandling.”

“You may be right.” He strained his well-developed imagination to control his mind and believe he was interesting to women. No, more than just that. He was Carl Eckert the ‘babe-magnet’ Hamster Man. “Am I mistaking reality for fiction or did I just mind control that beautiful woman into smiling at me? I think she’s now looking at me at a mind controlled way as well.”

“I do perceive divergence in her stare,” Gunter confirmed, “but we can’t prove if it’s really so. We can only believe if it is mind control fiction or not.”

This Mind Control Fiction is a modified excerpt from Shiva’s Messenger.

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