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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.”

Nightclub Mind Control Turnabout

Short fiction by Russell Twyce

Darren stood forlornly in the corner of the busy nightclub. He sipped at his drink sparingly and watched the other people seeming to have fun. As his usual pastime in a night spot setting, his mind played with the notion of how great it would be if his mind could exert control over others. ‘I wouldn’t use my powers maliciously.’ He consoled his conscience. ‘I’d just use it to overcome my natural shyness.’

Shyness put it mildly: Darren couldn’t work up the never to even ask a cute waitress for a drink. One would have to ask him and then wait for him to stammer out his request in as few words as possible. So really, he couldn’t even manage to control his own mind but that didn’t deter his imagination from trying to control a girl’s mind.

‘Look over my way.’ He strained to project his mental energy to a girl in a tight little black dress. ‘I’m here looking at you and mentally willing you to see me.’ It didn’t work and the object of his mind control experiment just laughed while listening to conversation around her. Obviously, she was a popular young woman and those around her were somehow blocking his mind’s manipulations. ‘I’ll seek another prime target for my mind controlling attempts.’

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Darren’s eyes slowly scanned the plentiful females that a nightclub setting supplies. He spotted a sexy oriental woman, currently standing alone: he sent a mental probe. Then abruptly, his head cranked over to his right and his eyes locked onto a woman he hadn’t noticed before. She was curvy and pleasant looking in loose garb: quite unlike the flashiness that more slender women here aspired to. She was a girl that his eyes would’ve usually swept right by.

‘Would she be susceptible?’ Darren projected his controlling thoughts.

He started to move before his thoughts realized what he was up to. With purpose in his stride, Darren crossed the distance. Then acting on a compulsion from nowhere, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her fully on the lips.

“I’m sorry.” He said in shock and embarrassment. “I don’t know what happened.”

“You think you might be able to control minds.” Barbara said. “That is where you fail. I know that I can exercise firm mind control, so I do it successfully.”

“So did you?” Darren mentally sent a request for her to tell him more, but suddenly forgot where his verbal query was headed, so he asked instead, “Would you like to dance?” Why had he done that? ‘I feel self-conscious and really uncomfortable on a nightclub dance floor.’

‘Certainly I want to dance.” Barbara said with a smile. “Did you suppose I’d waste some perfectly good mind controlling, just to prove I could control your mind?’

“Just for one song.” He said as they walked. Internally he was mentally sending a request for her to set him free. “Or maybe all of them until the nightclub closes and stops supplying music: then we can go wherever you choose and do what you want.”

Out on the floor, Darren’s body moved in slow circles while his brain wobbled on several axes, like a gyroscope missing a few spokes. ‘How do I know if my mind is controlling myself, or she is controlling my mind’s every thought? I’m enjoying a woman’s attentions but is that my mind thinking or her controlling that nice feeling.’ And mind control ability was no longer the blessing he had thought it before.

‘You’re my boy toy now.’ Barbara thought as she grabbed a double handful of his buns. ‘My showing you I can control your mind makes you utterly vulnerable to me.’

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When a mind is away trying unsuccessfully to control another mind, there’s no one left to guard the home mind from external control. The harder he tried, the firmer her mind control over him was.