Lesbian Mind Control Adventures: One (4 page)

Emma liked to go after bigger game
—more public animals. Her particular fetish was fame. She loved to screw celebrities—though not in actually in public because that would damage their reputation and make them useless to her.

No
, she preferred to use her mind control tricks on all sorts of hot famous women. She'd gotten between the legs of musicians, reality TV stars, and the odd celebrity chef in her time. It gave her a real thrill to see someone on television or at the movies and remember how they tasted, of how they screamed when she buried her fingers in them. She never blogged about it, or even shared the memories with anyone else but another Control.

"You and your big game hunting," Stacey said, screwing up her beautiful full lips. "It's
so much more work than I can be bothered with." She ran her fingers through her long dark hair and shook it out.

"Well, I like
a challenge," Emma replied, uncurling her own hair, which was just as long but a deep copper. Her skin was pale like all red-heads, but she was in reality much taller than her fellow Control. "Besides, you bet me I couldn't nail Hadlee Kerry. Too many layers of security I believe were your actual words."

Stacey shrugged, and leaned towards the camera, her fantastic breasts pushed against the desk.
It was a little distracting. "Well, the others in the forum agreed with me. She doesn’t even come out in public much anymore."

The Control foru
m was the online gathering spot for women like Emma and Stacey. To all those authorities who might watch, it looked like just another lesbian space, but it was so much more than that. The only women allowed in were those that had the Control, and were personally vetted for it; a private club that had the most exclusive membership in America.

It had begun over three ears ago, when the
tall redheaded Emma had spotted this lush Latina sitting at the counter in a small dinner in Philadelphia. She'd been ready to let off some steam that afternoon, and seeing this tasty prey had made her approach. Using her mind control gifts she imagined that soon enough this juicy peach of a woman would be between her thighs, getting her off.

It had come as quite a surprise when it didn't work. Soon enough they had recognized why; the only person a Control couldn't affect was another Control. Emma and Stacey had struck up a friendship, but gone their separate ways
eventually. To keep in touch and share experiences no one else could understand, they'd created the forum. Over the years they had added other women, so that now it was up to nearly a dozen; all of them roaming the world looking for new and tasty experiences.

However Emma knew that Stacey and she would always be extra special...even if the mid-westerner did like to set her near impossible tasks. It was a good thing that
Emma loved competition and surprising her friend.

"Well if you are lucky, tonight I will bring back some evidence."
Emma picked up the narrow-framed glasses from off the desk and held them up so that Stacey could see. "Video glasses, so when I get that sweet piece of ass to go down on me you'll be able to get the proof you need."

Stacey licked her lips and a hungry gleam came into her eyes. "Now that will be one of her movies that I'll watch
and enjoy. What's your plan?"

Emma smiled wickedly. "Well,
that would be spoiling it! Let's just say it involves a lot of fucking, so…” she said bending and picked up her bag of tricks off the floor, “I better get going.”

“Good hunting,” Stacey replied, shooting a kiss at the camera. “Can’t wait to hear and see all about it.”

Emma logged off and strode towards the door, yet she couldn’t resist one last check in the mirror. She had to be perfect after all.

It was hot today in the summer heat of LA, so she had worn only the barest coverings; a tight skin-tone bandage dress that hugged her tall form. She made herself even taller by wearing sky high-heels and her long red hair scooped up exposing her pale neck. Emma knew she was beautiful, but today she wanted to be a touch intimidating as well.

Ivy would be waiting outside, but Emma took her time. Ivy was Joel Bowles PA, and not coincidentally, a tight ass little nineteen year old. Joel had been trying to get into her pants since he hired her, but it had only taken Emma five minutes of chatting and one casual press of her hand.

The brunette had followed her back to her apartment, quickly pulled her skirt up over her hips, and begged to be fucked in the ass. Emma hadn’t used much of the Control at all. So she’d used the little piece for the last month, ploughing her for information at the same time as she been ploughing her cunt.

When she found out that Joel’s client, Crystal Jensen was attending this big charity benefit that Hadlee Kerry was hosting, she knew she’d found her in. Unfortunately, Hadlee Kerry’s agent was sick the hospital, and useless for Emma’s plan.

So, she might have to screw a few people to get to her prize; that was OK. Big game hunters back in the day had spent days hiking through heat to find their lion, what was a little pussy to her?

Outside, Ivy was sitting in her pink convertible, the top down, but looking a little anxious. Emma slid into the car, and put her hand over the girl’s. “We can go now.”

Ivy, with her big blue eyes, and porn star breasts, was really the stupidest creature Emma had ever screwed, but as Joel Bowles’ assistant she had access to what the Control wanted.

“I don’t know if Miss Jensen will even talk to me,” Ivy said with a nervous giggle.

Emma managed control her desire to slap the young woman. “Just drive, honey. Get me to the gate, and we’ll see what charm can do.”

Yesterday, Ivy had called Crystal Jensen and said she had a script from Joel to drop off. Crystal told her to come in the morning, as she had a yoga class in the afternoon.

Little did the actress know her plans were about to change…drastically.

Ivy drove them up to the house, which was in a very exclusive hillside area of LA. Then beads of sweat were gathering on the girl’s tits, and Emma thought how much she wished there was another way to get to her prize. Luckily, they passed through the community gatehouse with only one bored looking security guard checking Ivy’s appointment, but Emma knew someone like Crystal Jensen would have her own security too.

Ivy started to get a little flaky as they drew up to the mansion, but Emma laid her hand on her arm, and used some Control to calm her down. The security guard checked Ivy’s name, but frowned when his eyes fell on Emma.

“You’re names not on the list,” he started to say.

Emma fixed her clear grey eyes on his, and exerted all the power of her talents on him. “That doesn’t matter,” she said evenly. “Don’t bother marking me down, and when we’re gone forget I was even here.”

The man blinked slowly, his pen hovering above his clipboard, but after a moment he waved them through. Ivy gaped a little, but Emma waved her finger at her. “Don’t even ask!”

They pulled up to the house, and it was as massive as she’d imagined. Set back in a stand of trees, it was a huge modern style with floor to ceiling windows and a carefully crafted stream running along the front. It was the kind of place twenty people could have lived quite happily, and in reality only one occupied it.

This was the real reason Emma loved hunting celebrity sex; they needed to learn that not everything could be bought or controlled in this world. Sometimes huge houses and security guards could not stop reality intruding.

When she and Ivy reached rang the doorbell a young, perky maid answered, and she ushered through the marble atrium to a modern open-plan, very white living room. On the wall were images of Crystal Jensen, but unfortunately not Emma’s favorite one.

In one of her early roles, a director had spent at least half the movie focused on her deliciously shaped ass. He’d filmed it in near see-through panties, covered it in taunt denim, and finally put her in a thong in a completely redundant pool scene. The mere thought of it got Emma’s crotch wet. She had come this far, and soon that ass would be all hers.

“Ivy,” Crystal appeared in the room, face scrubbed clean, wearing a sports bra and loose cotton yoga pants. She was just as lovely as in the movies.

Emma let her eyes wander over those full breasts, sleek torso, and lush hips that so many had drooled over. Her hair at the moment was white-blonde and cut in loose layers around her head.

“Crystal,” Ivy said, stumbling over her words slightly, “this is Emma Lone, she’s…she’s helping us at the agency.”

Emma smiled warmly and held out her hand. Crystal was just a normal woman after all, because she took it.

It was that easy. Crystal’s green eyes went from welcoming to intense the instant her fingers touched Emma’s skin. The Control now had all of the movie star’s undivided attention.

It was a perfect moment. The redhead felt her nipples tighten, as she spoke over her shoulder. “Ivy, go back to the office and forget all about what you did today. Tell everyone Crystal Jensen is not to be disturbed today.”

The empty-headed girl looked twice between the other two women, but merely nodded and did as she had been told. Now it was just Crystal and Emma.

The Control dropped her bag of tricks on the couch and turned to the movie star, confident and in her element. “Get rid of any servants or guards in the house. Now.” Her voice was low and stern. It felt good to use the Control to get what she wanted.

Crystal licked her lips, for a second feeling a little like bolting no doubt, but Emma kept that in check. Still the star walked out into the atrium, and called to her employees as she had been instructed.

Emma took her place on the couch, and waited, swinging one leg over another and feeling her crotch begin to pulse and grow wet. When at least the door was closed she called out, “Now…come back in here please.”

Crystal returned, her breathing slightly rapid, but nothing more showed that the Control had her.

Emma crossed her legs in the other direction, her eyes raking in the tasty morsel before her, enjoying the moment. “Take that top off, I want to see your tits. Everyone is always talking about your tits, especially after that dress you wore in the last awards show.”

Without hesitation, the star pulled the sports bra over her head and dropped it at the ground.

“Those are magnificent,” Emma commented, as she took in their creamy white fullness. Without clothes they were even larger than she imagined. “Touch them,” she commanded.

Crystal swallowed hard, a little fear creeping into those green eyes, but she obeyed; running her fingers over her own tits in smooth, delicate movements.

“Tweak those nipples,” Emma snapped, feeling her crotch moisten even more.

When Crystal did as she was bid, Emma used the control to increase her pleasure. Stimulating those erotica centers of the brain was a trick she had learned from Stacey. The star cried out, tilting her head back, both hands cupped around her breasts. It was a sight photographers would have paid a great deal for.

“Now strip the rest off.”

The yoga pants dropped to the floor and the whole of Crystal Jensen was revealed. So many gossip and spank magazines would have loved to have been there in Emma’s shoes. The way Crystal hung her head a little said something she might never have guessed; this lush blonde minx had a bit of submissive in her. Part of her was loving the lash of the Control.

“Come here,” Emma whispered, pointing to a spot in front of her. By the time the star had obeyed, the Control had wriggled her short dress up high enough to reach her cunt.

“Have you ever licked pussy before?” she asked the star, even as she ran her own fingers over the girl, reveling in the smooth taunt skin, and sleek muscles beneath.

When Crystal nodded mutely, Emma let out a sigh of delight. “Oh my little piece of LA ass…you do surprise me. I like it.”

In the morning sunlight, that famous body gleamed almost gold. This girl did not need airbrushing from anyone. Emma turned the naked star around, and examined that famous ass. She ran her hands over it, squeezing and savouring it. She now could understand the director’s obsession. It was worth a whole movie by itself.

“I am going to enjoy fucking you, Crystal,” Emma said, applying a short sharp slap to the ass, and loved both the shriek and the jiggle it caused.

Emma slid her hand between Crystal’s ass cheeks, rubbing her finger against first the tight opening of her ass, and then down lower against the wetter cunt.

“But first, I am going to make you scream. Whatever I do, keep standing right where you are.”

The star let out a little whimper as Emma’s fingertip pressed against her lips from behind. The Control put her hand in the small of Crystal’s back and pushed her forward just a little so that her ass was more exposed. It was a delicious sight.

“After the fucking I give you,” Emma continued, working her index finger inside the dripping wet Crystal, “you’re never going to be able to go back to men. Only this will satisfy you.”

“Please,” the star gasped, “someone might see…through the windows…”

“That’s the risk you’ll have to take,” Emma replied, glancing out into the front yard. They were behind many trees, security had been told to leave, but there was still a chance.