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Soon, they were seated in the padded swiveling lounge chairs and arranged in a boy-girl-boy-girl pattern. The mind control client had Jessica on his left, Jenna on his right and he faced Will across a bare circular table. The round of beverages arrived during barely a few moments of mind control small talk.
“Put two on my tab.” Jenna waved the server away. She leaned back and took a drink. “So Mr Mind Controller, we haven’t had the opportunity to discuss any mind control business. How can I write this day off my taxes as a legitimate expense?”
“Taxpayer’s sins should remain in an accountant’s confessional.” The subliminal expert toasted his glass at the girl’s blunt segue. “But if it will sooth your patriotic conscience, we can discuss mind controlling you like.”
As if mind controlled, WIll bent forward and put his glass down. He set elbows on his knees and clasped his frail hands together. “But, I haven’t fought through to the upper management tier yet and I doubt they will write a check until they see something substantive or subliminal. I suggest you should appraise me of the cerebral manipulation sequence so I can prove the mind control on their own girls.”
“Or, I could go on the Oprah show to do a bare demo of how I mind control females at will.” The subliminal seducer looked around the table at the effect of his mind control quip: each of the three faces registered similar shock but Will’s mouth was physically agape.
“That wouldn’t help our bargaining.” Jessica was the first girl to react.  the girl had actually felt her pubic hair stand up and shiver.
“I was just kidding.” The mind control client laughed and barely took another sip. “However, I want to be cautious with that mental modifying combination.”  He noted the effect his subliminal cue had evoked in both females.

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“As your obedient slave,” Will tried again, “I’ll hold sensitive brain manipulation information in the strictest of confidence.  I can control my mind and my mouth”
“If someone at Mental Modifying Inc is running a capture macro then they have the mind modification code even if you were huddled over a keyboard with your hand shielding it like a pin pad.” I have another use for that bare naked info and it involves specific girls pubic hair.

“Knowledge of the keys,” the mind control program owner lied, “that evoke the warning might show a subliminal master how to disable the enslavement effect on girls.” But he would have to be a gifted seducer and probably couldn’t without a look at my source code.

“If my obedient slave girl Jenna can’t jar Jessica’s panties into putting a pubic mound into my palm then it’s your job to find what will.”

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“You know computers.” The senior mind control agent was rattled by the client’s blunt refusal: he took a gulp of his liquor and then thought of another subliminal ploy. “Could you tell if they were using a macro thing to snag the information?”
“I’m fairly certain I could.”
“Then if the mental manipulation man is unwilling to proceed until he sees the incriminating evidence, you may have barely any option but to personally meet with him.”

“I’ll just mind control his girl into being my dutiful slave and see where it goes.

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“Oysters on ice and an order of screaming-hot chicken wings.”
Tariq almost laughed at the table when a fiery red-haired lawyer coolly ordered the appetizers. That’s appropriate for all-season weather fronts. I’m betting on a desert of baked Alaska. He recalled the phone call, when she had asked him out to dinner with the implication of mind control sex.
‘Isn’t lunch the usual business repast?’ He had asked and he wondered if the lady lawyer’s pubic hair was the same shade of flame red.
‘Sometimes it is,’ as she was anticipating an instant acceptance, her voice had nearly sent a jet of chilly carbon dioxide fog from his cell phone: then, the white mist would’ve turned to steam, ‘but discussing mind control at an evening meeting allows our mind controlling discussion to go on until breakfast if needs be.’

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‘Fortunately, I find my night-timer is devoid of other entanglements.’ Tariq had agreed. In his minds eye he envisioned her utterly mind controlled and wearing only her red pubic hair. A slightly flirtatious relationship could even improve our business rapport. He marginalized his bad decision, as men often will to convince themselves to do what they want—instead of what they should.

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“Do you like this restaurant?” Lauren turned from her exchange with the waitress to find Tariq’s brown eyes locked onto her hazel ones.  She had inquired whether they had any pubic hair soup.
“I’m admiring a stunning vista.” The skyline outside Seattle Space Needle was breathtaking in the sunset but his eyes didn’t flicker from her.

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“I’m pleased you find the view alluring.” Lauren held eye contact and walked her fingertips slowly on the windowsill to show that the restaurant was revolving. “You’ll see much more than just pubic hair tonight as the earth spins around us.”
“I can imagine this cityscape is scintillating from any compass point.” His mind controlled his tongue because his thoughts were still on Lauren’s girl pubic hair.
“Just have patience,” she took a shell from the ice and sucked the raw oyster deliciously into her mouth, “and you’ll enjoy it all.”
“That looked succulent.” Fan yourself Tariq, the weather is sweltering right now but be mindful that the forecast is for uncontrolled and unpredictable.
“We can see Mount Rainier today.” When the restaurant had revolved to view the South East, Lauren suddenly perked up and touched his hand.
“Is it the snow-capped one that looks like it’s floating in the air?”
“The city of Tacoma lies in between and smog shrouds the base. Of course,” she lowered her bedroom eyelids even further than normal in a flagrant attempt at mind controlling, “since Rainier is a volcano it can take its revenge on Tacoma whenever it wants.”
“A molten mountain under a glacier?” The Iranian inwardly chuckled again. It’s no wonder Lauren likes that one.
“Rainier just hasn’t gone off in along time.”
“Yah like me.” Oops! The programmer regretted his allowing his uncontrolled mind-state and the unintentional candor that wasn’t veiled in the double entendre word game they were playing, but it was too late to bite his snippet off.

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“I’m sure that lava could still erupt. It just takes the seismic event of a shifting plate.” She passed a dish across the table. “Have an oyster.”
“Does a hot girls pubic hair ever burst into flames?” Tariq tossed a shucked husk and used the action to segue to a safer subject. I wonder if I’m a dichotomy to Lauren’s sex life versus her professional one, as her heat shifts are to me—and, intriguingly as our appetizer is? Oysters are nasty and barnacled on the exterior but mother-of-pearl within. The bi-valve creature is butt ugly to the eyesight but a vision of loveliness on the taste buds.
“Is there someone in Canada who steams up your igloo’s windows?”
“My wife passed away some time ago.”
“Did it hurt badly?” As she spoke, Lauren reached over the table. Her pattern-painted fingernails gently touched the scarred part of his left hand.
“Uh,” Tariq started slightly at the caress but held his hand steady. Was that question aimed at the loss of his wife or fingers? “I lost those in the same crash that took my wife and daughter.”

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Predictably, Lauren suddenly showed her chilly streak again later in the meal. This time, it wasn’t in response to Tariq, but rather her phone.
“I need to take this call.” For privacy, she rushed to a waiter’s alcove.
“Lauren follows only one person’s agenda,” the programmer muttered, “and that is her own.”
“I have to leave right after dinner.”
“Was that Mr. Smyth?”
“Mmm.” The cool lawyer shied on the verge of answering then veered onto another tack. “Play golf with me tomorrow. What hotel are you in?”
“I haven’t taken a room yet.”
“I’ll arrange for you to stay at that one.” Lauren pointed down, as the revolving restaurant happened to be currently overlooking the downtown waterfront. “The harbor view suites are especially luxurious.”
“Thank you.”
“Elvis stayed there.” She turned in her seat to pick up her jacket from the adjacent chair’s back. “But, he’s left the building and now I must too.”
“Allow me.” As the Iranian stood to gentlemanly assist with her wrap, his thigh bumped the table hard and the wine glasses precariously wobbled. He snatched, but his knuckle hit the fullest one and toppled it. Lauren took the red liquid all over her pale blue silk skirt. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.” Her soothing words suggested an apology acceptance, but hoarfrost in her voice almost froze the statement. “I’ll send a car at ten.”
“Brrrrr.” The programmer felt an involuntary shiver as he watched the taut muscles below the hot lawyer’s back slope skating under powder blue material: her hands were sweeping like curling brooms at a flame red stain on the front. That unfortunate wine incident is probably the best thing that could’ve happened. “Now she’s certain to ski away from me and take her mind controlling ways with her.”
“Did you enjoy your meal?” The maître d’ presented a silver bill tray.
“Didn’t my host handle this?” The Canadian fumbled for his billfold. I imagine that a desirable woman like Lauren isn’t used to picking up tabs. He surmised that her room offer would also be at his expense—and it was but there would be a girls pubic hair there and a mind controled woman too.

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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.”

Pull a currency note from your wallet and read the fine print. It will say something to the effect of ‘this note is legal tender’.  Paper money used to say ‘will pay the bearer on demand’.  That was way back when money was actually worth something.  That last quip was not a comment on inflation, it was a statement of true fact.  When currency could be exchanged for gold or silver, it was intrinsically worth something.  Now, the national currencies are utterly and completely valueless funny money.

I won’t dwell on why it was done or how it was slipped under the public’s noses.  Doubtlessly it was when people were plugging their noses over some other corrupt political stink.  Political corruption was certainly a factor in the onset funny money, as was mind control by disinformation or no true facts delivered up front.   Basically, divorcing paper currency from gold or any other commodity with value meant that corrupt political cronies, like the financial sector which contributes vast sums into political pockets, can create as much money, from thin air, as they want.  And they obviously want a lot.  Bankers love their tender, even though it is funny money because they can acquire real assets with it-and put you out on the street.  But that is not quite what I wish to talk to you about either.

The mess is made and it is a horrendous mess.  Tens of Trillions of dollars of funny money has been manufactured out of debt instruments.  This is basically counterfeit and stolen funds.  When we take over the world, which is coming up soon, we need to collect back the pilfered property from those who illegitimately gained it.  We have to revalue the money supply against a commodity of worth.

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Your politicians are ALL corrupt.  That sounds harsh but it is true.  Mind control in the education system taught you an untrue fact that the party system of government is democracy.  WRONG!  The party system facilitates corruption.  A party system enables a tiny minority (the rich party sponsors), to get their way AS IF they were a majority.  A corrupt political party system bastardizes democracy to the point of a democracy not being democratic anymore.  The funny money tender notes is actually proof of how non-democratic a corrupt party system is.

Had the change to ‘legal tender’ funny money from ‘pay the bearer’ currency with intrinsic value based on gold been put to a public vote, it NEVER would have passed.  But the party sponsors wanted the change, so the deal was done and mind control (plus a media that is also controlled by the rich) kept the general public from being wise enough to stop it.

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[private_Chevron]Party politics is utterly corrupt politics – Lets get rid of corrupt party politics by electing a full slate of independent candidates and then abolishing political parties.  ‘Legal Tender’ funny money has directly enabled white-collar theft on a MASSIVE scale.  But we can’t call it theft because corrupt politicians passed phony legislation to give it legitimacy.  So we have to conduct a World takeover, replace the corrupt politicians, rescind the Love me Tender laws.[/private_Chevron]

Of course to re-establish a money system with actual value, the stolen property will have to be returned.  Count your precious money now you rich thieving pukes, because we are coming to take back what belongs to people.  Your absolutely astronomical greed and corruption has pushed too many minds past the point where they can be mind controlled any longer.

I recently heard a speaker say that we are training students for a world that will not exist when they graduate. I only partially agree. Instead, I suggest the schools are really using whatever mind control methods they can employ to extend the rule of a society system that should’ve been fixed or scrapped long ago. So in fact, the education system is training students to cope and succeed in a world that doesn’t even exist right now.

But why should we have to cope with a floundering society? Why not look beyond the mind control to a world that could exist if we demand? Why indeed? The answer is easy. The rich pukes that control the government and media don’t want change. They don’t want a decent world where everyone has an equitable share of the earth’s bounty. The rich pukes want to keep all the real wealth for themselves and they want us trained to accept the funny money they offer in return for slavery. NO!

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In a life of learning, we are all students. Try wrenching your mind from the controls it is under and extending your consciousness to a new social order that I can present. Try being a student for a society that will exist in this world. It will be a world where real success is measured in real values and the funny money of today is replaced with coinage founded on truths. Our world will be a society where rich pukes are just pukes because the funny money they cleave so dearly to is as valueless as the mind controlled society of today is.

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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.

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“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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“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?”

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“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 my pubic hair 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!”

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“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 pubic 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 own pubic hairs that he intentionally put into his own meal as the first step in his quest to pick up girls with the pubic hair ploy.

“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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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 in an unusual way with a pubic hair. But as I worked on how 2 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 2 pick up girls. But I have to rescind that. From what I know about mind control, I think the how to pick up girls scenario I presented might actually be effective.

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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

Is that a pubic hair?

“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.

It isn’t even a girls pubic hair

“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.

Girl Shaves Her Pubic Hair

“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

The Girl’s Pubic Hair Ploy

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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