Violet was
bored out of her skull. It was another slooooow night at Victoria Secret, and
as she sat at the fitting room counter, she glanced around to the handful of
shoppers. She wondered again why a telepath had to work such a menial job; her Mentor
As she looked at the shoppers, idly
reading their surface thoughts, she noticed one, a young man of about 19, who
was nervously looking through panties in the aisle across from the counter. A
quick glance at his thoughts confirmed he was looking for a sexy gift for his
girlfriend, which was really a treat for him as well. Typical male.
He caught
her looking, and blushed, trying to duck behind the aisle. But, of course, Violet
was quite cute, and so, he couldn’t help but sneak a peak back at her. She
smiled lazily, and winked at him. The boy’s eyebrows raised a bit and he
stiffened, slightly. He swallowed hard, and before he knew it, he was staring
at her rather intensely.
By this point, though, Violet had
already turned her attention to another customer, an older woman who wanted to
try on a few tops. The customer entered the stall, and Violet went back to
leaning on the counter, looking bored. She glanced back at the boy, and smirked
slightly. The poor guy’s libido was already on a hair trigger from imagining
his girlfriend in the sexy lingerie which surrounded him. The little telepathic
tap Violet had given him as she winked was more than enough to open the
floodgates of arousal, and give him a bulge in his pants. In such a state, he
couldn’t help but “admire” her cuteness, despite the girlfriend he had back home.
Pretending not to notice the young
man’s stare, Violet turned and started reorganizing the counter and
straightening the area immediately around her station for about the twentieth
time that day. However, she was an excellent multitasker, and while she set
about her menial work, her mind slipped into the boy’s psyche and found the
dial on his libido. She slowly started turning it up. She paused only when she
heard him let out a low groan, followed by noticeably heavier breathing. Her
back to him, she broke out into a grin, and resumed the increase, only slightly
faster now.
Assuming the boy’s state of arousal
was a 1 right after she winked at him, he’d let out the moan at about 4. In Violet’s
experience, 5 was when most boys lost it, so she was quite impressed when he
made it all the up to 7 before his knees went weak, and he half fell onto the
rack of panties.
Violet
quickly turned at the sound of his collapse, a convincing look of concern on
her face. “You okay, sir?” she said, coming over to him.
The boy let
out a lust filled gasp, and Violet held back a grin. The poor guy had to take
care of his little problem and fast,
or was going to starting humping the first thing he saw. “Oh, g-g-gawd…” he
drawled out, as Violet helped him to his feet. “I-I’m sorry, I g-got to go!” A
little wild eyed, he nearly bolted for the door, the only thing on his mind
being to relieve the sexual pressure. Watching him go, Violet let out a huge
grin as she imbedded a command into his mind that he would remain horny and not
be able to release until he had thoroughly satisfied his girlfriend. Then she
snapped the dial all the way up to 11.
She couldn’t help but chuckle at
the boy’s desperate wail as he stumbled out the door, barely able to walk
straight. Drunk with lust, he was going to make a bee-line straight for his
girl’s house. Violet managed to mentally command him to call his girl for a
ride so he wouldn’t have to drive himself. She also made a command that he
couldn’t force himself on her, so the girlfriend would at least have time to
find a secluded spot before they fucked in the backseat. In the state he was in
there was no way they were making it home first.
Violet chuckled to herself again,
both at the boy’s predicament, and her co-workers surprised and confused
reaction to the man’s sudden outburst. She then glanced at the clock and sighed
with annoyance. Only about five minutes had gone by; she still had two hours
before she was off for the night. Next time, she was going to have to drag
things out more.
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