I scanned the eatery looking for victims, a hunger to unleash my power clenching my body tight, as if I was on the edge of an orgasm and desparate to find a way to get over the brink. That director had gotten under my skin and holding in my power had cost me my control. Like starving myself for a part and then needing to gorge myself the next day.

Not something I usually did, but every now and then for a photo shoot with extremely tight clothing. It was as close as I could come to this feeling, this need to plunge myself in, give myself entirely over to my power. More than just giving a light buzz to a bartender or taking a tongue bath from one of my slaves. I wanted to mindfuck the shit out of someone and have them thank me for it.

I sat there, practically panting with need, desparate for a victim when I found her. She was sitting close to what I guessed was her boyfriend, maybe fiancée. They were sharing pasta and laughing, leaning in close, looking into each other’s eyes. It was so sweet it should have been a Disney movie, maybe one that I’d been in. My hand was shaking, I wanted her bad, wanted her to need me, him to watch her forget all about him, drinking in their pain, I shivered.

It would be so easy, just like it would have been with the director. So cute, his eyes flashing, so easy to make him forget, make him lose himself in lust, in need, helpless lapping at my pussy, plunging his tongue into my ass, desparate to please me. Forsaking any thought of slaking his own lust, just pleasing me over and over again…

No, I wasn’t going to fuck him or his mind. But I was going to fuck someone, going to fuck someone hard.

I sauntered over to the girl, and considered my play. Girls were more of a challenge, a truly straight girl wouldn’t even notice my pheromones. Luckily for me, most girls were more fluid in their sexual identity. Just the way we’re made, studies had shown it.

I strutted past hoping one of them would recognize me and ask for an autograph but they were so rapt in each other they didn’t even notice me.

“Excuse me” I said “is that pasta any good?”

“Huh” the guy said shifting over to me. “Hey we’re ….” Here he paused, recognizing me or maybe just being stunned by deep blue eyes and moist red lips. It happens. “…um busy” he finished lamely. “I’m here with my fiancée, er…um”

“Cecily” she added archly kicking him under the table. “And you are…”

“Still wondering how that pasta is.”

“It’s beautiful” he said. “Very moist and red, um I mean tender.”

She kicked him again. “What my idiot boyfriend is trying to say is we were enjoying it and it’s very good and maybe you should ask the waitstaff rather than bother other diners?”

This was fun. Though she hadn’t really looked at me yet. More just annoyed at her fiancee’s reaction.

“Oh I’m so sorry, how rude of me. I didn’t even realize. The two of you must be out on a date, you look great. I love your make up. Especially what you’ve done to bring out your eyes.”

It’s a cheap psychological trick. We’re socially wired to return compliments if we can, so of course she had to look at me closely.

Her eyes widened. But it could be surprise as easily as arousal, I am famous after all.

“You’re…”

“I know. But someone has to be.”

“I …, you…we… here? You know” she added gamely.

I smiled widely, partly to further my seduction, but just as much in amusement, it’s fun flustering someone, especially if they’re usually intelligent and collected as she seemed.

I leaned in close to her, closer, then whispered in her ear “Want to play hookey and join me for a girl’s day together, shopping , spa, total pampering? Get star treatment for a day?”

There that sounded innocent, but not the way I whispered it. And leaning in close should have given her a chance to breathe in some of my pheromones, she should be feeling faint unfocused arousal if she was at all susceptible.

She was nodding. Pupils dilated, damn nothing certain.

“I’d like that” she said out softly.

“Good” I said and then thought ‘fuck it. “If t’were done t’were best done quickly” I said softly.

“Shakespeare” she identified. “Lady Macbeth.”

I leaned in slowly and kissed her on the lips. My tongue gently tracing her lips til they parted and let it inside to run softly against her tongue, a thrill going through me. She kissed well, tasted very sweet.

“Hey” the guy protested “what’s going on.”

“I’m borrowing her for the day” I explained leading her away by the hand.

She didn’t say anything, following along meekly. A strong dose of pheromones can have that affect. She was spacy and compliant and would be for an hour or two at least, longer with more doses.

“No, it’s hot and all but we’re engaged. And you’re not on her list.”

Ah the list, everyone has a list these days.

“Consider me a write in candidate.” It was election season after all.

“No, I put my foot down. Look Sybil, I love you, but this is weird. You’ve never dated another girl, or even talked about being interested in a girl. And now this admittedly beautiful girl kisses you and you’d just leave without even saying goodbye?”

Sybil looked at him, blinking her eyes and trying to focus on what he was saying. It would be difficult with all the endorphins flooding her system but she was trying. It was cute.

My security boys slid in between him and us, unobtrusively but he was barricaded by large men in black suits.

He could still see us and I kissed her again, breaking her concentration quite effectively. She was much less passive this time, responding and pushing her body up against mine. I kept my eyes open savoring the mix of excitement, frustration and rage as he grew increasingly apoplectic.

Sybil on the other hand was increasingly compliant, ignoring her husband lost in the taste of my lips, the scent of my skin and the feel of my body beneath her wandering hands. She had nice hands. Oh and creative use of a fingernail, style points.

I tucked her under the chin with my finger and gave her a light kiss on the lips.

“Wave goodbye to the nice man Sybil”

Beaming vacantly she waved at my direction.

Rage won out and he actually lunged at me.

My two security men turned a fence into a wall and completely blocked him from view. From the sound of it he actually took a swing at one. Very brave or reckless. Or maybe confident. The ensuing struggle took longer than I expected, nearly half a minute and one of my men went down. Yum. I would have to spend some time with this one.

The struggle was penetrating it’s way through the spaced out mind of my new conquest, I pulled harder on her arm and she resisted half heartedly.

The manager came out.

“Miss what do you think you’re doing? I can’t have this here.”

I interrupted him by tossing him a roll of thousand dollar bills. “There’s 50 of those. You can count ’em if you like. That should cover the cost of the disturbance and any damaged property. And you can tell the owner there was only ten of them. No one’s going to argue with you if you don’t give me reason to remember this.”

“This isn’t a memorable occurrence for you?” he asked his eyes taking in the man subdued in a joint lock on the floor, the very pretty woman I was leading away out the door and the overturned table with one of my security men covered in pasta.

“Well the pasta is different. Do you use pesto for that green color?”

“Um, yes” he said quite disconcerted.

“That’s interesting. See if you can persuade him not to call the police so my man can let him go.”

Sybil was growing increasingly agitated so I kissed her again. Once she was again suitably distracted I led her off to the limo.

This was turning into a better than average day.

In the back seat of the limo I quickly had my skirt and panties down and let her bury her eager head between my legs, her tongue lapping at my pussy as if she was savoring each drop of nectar, which she probably was.

As the orgasm him me like a wave breaking over my body, the tension and frustration left my body. I puddled back into the soft leather seats.

“Good girl Sybil” I said and her but wagged in happiness as she continued to lick and nip gently at my pussy with her teeth. And it felt good but it was somehow empty. She and her fiancée had beeninnocents, they’d never hurt me. They just happened to be in my destructive path, like tourists through the Gulf who get caught in a hurricane.

I felt deeply sad.

“No dear, don’t stop” I said to Sybil who sensing my mood had ceased her licking and was just cradling her head against my thigh breathing in her favourite scent. Eagerly she began licking again.

I moaned and twisted her hair in my hand pulling her face deeper into my pussy.

But even her talented tongue couldn’t distract me completely. And it was talented. Interesting that she’d never told her fiancée she enjoyed women. She’d definitely had previous experience.

But this need to lash out, looking for victims. Usually victims found me, often against my best efforts. Where had this compulsion come from. It was right after I’d managed not to use my gifts and capture that snotty wise ass director.

“hmmm.” Admitted that director had been sarcastic and way too satisfied, and okay hot and sexy but was that any reason to wreck a couple of lives. Put that way the answer seemed to be no.

“Deeper sweetie, much deeper, ah, ah, yes, more, more, lick it, lick it, right there aahhhhhhhhh” writhed as she flicked her tongue over my clit. And was that a tongue stud? “Mmmmmm. Good girl Sybil. You can stop.”

Compliantly she once again laid her head against my thigh.

It had been too long since I had a female to play with. I kissed down her body and slipped between her legs and slid aside the black satin panties. She was fully shaved. Nice. I licked her, spreading the folds with my fingers, licking over her pussy and lightly touching her clit with my fingernail.

She was so besotted with me at this point she was already on the edge of orgasm, very very wet. I licked her clit twice slowly then sped up my tongue. Her body spasmed for me and she gave a long wailing orgasmic cry.

What was bothering me was that I’d found a couple and very deliberately only taken one. I had wanted to see the pain and loss on his face. That wasn’t like me. I cared about people. I was a giver.

I guided Sybils head to my breast and let her suck peacefully as her eyes grew drowsy and heavy. She was already asleep as I searched yelp for a decent therapist in New York. There were a lot of entries.

One looked promising. “6th and Lexington” I instructed my driver.

“Yes Maam” he said.