When the waves of pleasure subsided for Mallory, she straightened slowly, smoothing her skirt with one hand while the other returned to the inventory clipboard as if nothing had happened. A light sheen of perspiration glistened on her forehead, but nothing more than that. I maintained my fingers inside of her, toying with her and the idea of perhaps making her do it again.

The door rang, and Lori trotted into the store. Her face brightened when she saw me, and then strangely darkened. That was normal as of late. Due to shop responsibilities and generally just fucking Mallory (or being blown by her, or stroked, or her lovely body otherwise occupying my attention, as it did with my fingers while she inventoried), I hadn’t spent quite as much attention on Lori as I originally planned.

In short, I had been staving off fucking her only because of Mallory’s attentions and my attentions toward Mallory. But, with the Ice Festival tomorrow, I needed to make sure of where Lori’s head was. I needed her obedient. The bookstore needed her to be obedient, or else it would never survive. I knew that for a fact.

And even if that weren’t pressing, the constant confused arousal she showed toward me was enough to force my hand. She had been completely sober, as far as I knew, for close to four days now. Without the constant flow of weed into her system, her complexion had cleared up beautifully. The tired, stereotypical stoner bags under her eyes had faded, and she never seemed so worn out or annoyed as the day stretched on.

“Hey L-Lori,” Mallory breathed, moaning softly under my touch.

“Hey babe,” I said to Lori, smiling.

She shuddered just slightly and smiled back. “Good morning, guys.” She bit one lip. “Hey, do you want a coffee? Can I get you a coffee?”

She looked squarely at me, almost ignoring Mallory completely. Mallory noticed, but didn’t seem to mind. Other people besides me faded by her notice with ease now, most of the time.

Something was up. I followed Lori back, watching the sweet, tiny globes of her ass as I followed her. She wore skintight black denim jeans and a tight sweater that opened broadly over her modest cleavage. The buttons, open and spread apart, offered a look down to her sexy, firm cleavage, positioned neatly by a bright pink push-up bra. Fuck, but I wanted to put her under right away. She still hadn't sucked my cock, or anything else. It was easy to lace her coffee with my vials of cum, and I had taken to bringing several with me to work every day, just in case a good opportunity arose.

Thoughts of Minjee weren't far from my head. The statuesque Asian beauty still hadn't followed up with her promise to come back. But she would...and I would be ready for her.

As we neared her coffee stand, she grabbed me, pulling me down to her height, and whispered in my ear. “Can I talk to you? I need to talk to you.”

She pulled me back into the secret corner back by her coffee stand.

“Of course, babe. What’s up?”

She shuddered again. I saw her calm, visibly, but almost just as soon, her anxiety was right back up.

Calling her “babe” was something I was experimenting with. I knew I could leave post-hypnotic suggestions and imprints, but I wanted to find out if I could leave trigger words. It was, incidentally, the way that the girls' minds seemed to fade—just slightly—as they repeated my commands in their normal, non-tranced conversation that brought the idea on. Whenever Mallory told me she trusted me, or loved me, or loved to fuck me—all the words that I had trained her with—her face would get ever-so-slightly distant for the time of saying it. Like she believed the words truer and more to the core of her being than any other she had ever said. And this happened whenever she said these words to me.

Every. Single. Time.

I thought perhaps that the words themselves were re-affirming that hypnotic state of pleasure, trust, and obedience, just a bit at a time.

So, it was only natural that I try to find out if I could actively recreate that feeling. The command, then, was that every time I said “babe” to Lori, she would relax and trust me all the more, while simultaneously feeling a small spike of pleasure. The more she heard me say it—or so I had ordered her—the more intense the feelings would become.

Lori paced to and fro at one end of the secret table.

“I’m just…I’m just fucking confused.”

“What’s wrong?”

I was genuinely worried now. I hadn’t ever seen her act like this.

“I…I found some pot in the back of my closet. I was cleaning it last night. Just bored, you know. Trying to fill the time. And I wanted it. God, I wanted it. But I didn’t want it. And I had a bowl all packed, almost ready to go, but when I almost took a puff, I just…I just threw it away, and I felt so guilty and I didn’t know why…I mean I love that stuff. I do. But I know I don’t need it.” Slight glassy stare. One of the commands I had given her was to give up weed. “I’m just…I’m confused. And I don’t know why I’m confused, and so I’m scared…”

Her head hung down, hands covering over her face. Almost like a shield. Not enough of one to withstand what I had in store for her, though.

“I’m sorry you’re feeling bad.”

I put a hand on her shoulder. She didn't seem to notice it—or rather, my touch was so natural to her that she thought nothing of it.

“It’s all right.”

“I can take care of this, though.”

“What?”

“I can solve this. Will you let me solve this?”

She laughed. Her sea-green eyes sparkled just slightly. “You’re kidding, right? What are you going to do to solve me being confused? You have a fucking lesson plan or something?”

“I need you to trust me for a minute. Okay? Do you trust me?”

Bliss coated her voice. “Of course, Victor. I trust you more than anyone.”

I squeezed her body against mine, hugging her slight form. She moaned, almost inaudible. “I want you to suck my cock, okay?”

“Suck your cock?” She shook her head. Her knees bent down just slightly, nudging against my calves. Her tongue slid slow around her lips. “Suck your…s-suck it.”

Her words were heavy and slow.

“Lori. I want you to suck my cock. If you trust me, you’ll do this.”

“I…I do trust you, but…”

She sank all the way down to her knees now. Her hands quickly and adeptly took down my pants. Soon, my cock was directly in her lovely face. Those beautiful green eyes were clouded with lust.

“This is crazy. What if…what if Mallory…”

“Don’t worry about Mallory. Trust me, babe.”

Her voice was tinged with awe and pleasure as she began to stroke my long, firm cock.

“Trust…you…” she looked at my manhood with heated desire. “Why…why am I doing this?” she asked, licking at the head of my cock. Little knobs of precum attached to her tongue, sliding down into her mouth.

“Because you trust me completely,” I said. “And because you find me very attractive.”

“Oh…” her voice was already far away. “Right.”

No more resistance now. She plunged onto my cock. Her mouth was tiny, almost too tiny to take my cock, but that's what made her sucking all the better. I shoved forward, not very much willing to let her simply give me a blowjob. With my precum flowing down her throat, she was a mere puppet to taste me and know me as I willed. Her body vibrated with pleasure beneath me, and soon I had her backed into a corner between bookshelves, fucking her skull with abandon.

Own you. I thought. I fucking own you and you don't even know it.

There had never been a more electrifying thought than that.

Mallory walked by just briefly—and then smiled as she saw the scene unfold. I nodded back to the counter, gesturing for her to keep watch. Like a good, obedient slave, she did just that.

Mallory loved that her Master wanted to fuck other girls. I had made sure of it.

Now I could focus my attention back on Lori. I couldn't last at this pace forever, and especially not wide out in public. I unloaded on her, my hips thrusting with abandon. To my surprise and pleasure, she bobbed her head forward in time with my strokes, moaning with hot pleasure as I fucked her senseless. My load spilled out in hot waves of goo, sinking down into her throat and belly. Sinking her mind down to that deep, dark place where I could mold her opinions, thoughts, and desires however I wished.

Stroking her hair, I waited until her eyes were completely white. It was marvelous to watch them shift slowly, the whiteness taking over the sea-green. This was my timer. The less white her eyes were, the less trance time I had left.

Dawn might come in at any time, even if she was out taking care of business. I had to take care of Lori as soon as possible.

“You don’t mind that you don’t want to smoke pot anymore.”

“I don’t mind that I don’t want to smoke pot anymore.”

She smiled, her relaxed body relaxing even deeper. Relief filling her, tension leaving.

“I don't want you to do any drugs.”

She nodded slightly. “You don't want me to do any drugs.”

“Doing what I want is more important than drugs.”

“Doing what you want is more important than drugs.”

“I don't like you getting high.”

“You don't like me getting high.”

“You don’t want to do any drugs.”

“I don’t want to do any drugs.”

“You want to suck my cock.”

Enthusiasm and heat. “I want to suck your cock.”

“You love to suck my cock more than anything else.”

“I love to suck your cock more than anything else.”

“You’ll suck me off anytime I want.”

“I’ll suck you off anytime you want.”

“Doing what I say makes you feel so good.”

“Doing what you say makes me feel...” she sighed happily, “...so good.”

“You’ll feel pleasure when I call you ‘babe.’”

Slight shudder. “I’ll feel p-pleasure when you call me ‘babe.’”

“You think you might be in love with me.”

“I think...I might be in love with you.”

“You don't mind sharing me with other girls.”

“I don't mind...”

“You don't mind sharing me with other girls.”

“I don't mind sharing you with other girls.”

Good. That seemed like it would be enough—or at least a solid framework to work with later, if I needed. After that—the four commandments. Trust, Attraction, Loving My Cock, and Cheerful, Pleasurable Obedience.

No girl of mine is complete without them.

When it seemed like I only had a few minutes left, I re-entered my cock into her mouth. She sucked it lovingly, automatic. As she came to, she was still suckling my cock. Her kisses were long and deep, soulful loving tongue-filled mouth embraces that were almost enough to get me hard again. Slowly, she came out of it all the way, smiling up at me.

“God, you’re right.” she wiped her brow. “I feel way better.”

“Good.”

“I…to tell you the truth, it’s like…I don’t even know why I was so confused. I don’t even want that stuff in my home.” Eyes distant, voice warm. “I’m glad I threw it away.”

“That’s great, babe.”

Slight shudder, tremble. A flash of desperate aching need up at me. I pulled up my pants and started out from the hidden corner to go back to work.

She stood up after a moment, grabbing my sleeve. “Hey. Not so fast.”

“Yeah?”

“So…I just sucked your cock.”

“I know. You were fantastic at it.”

She smiled, bliss evident in her body language. “Thank you. It’s just…what about Mallory?”

“What about her?”

“You two are like, crazy about each other all of a sudden. Like, you're...just so, super duper in love. She won't stop talking about you. On Monday she was even hearing wedding bells, man. I don’t want to fuck with that.”

“You didn’t. You won't. Trust me.”

“O-okay.” She nodded, slow. “It’s just…am I…” Her fingers slid into her belt loops, slight hips waving from side to side. “I don’t want to only suck you off if like…for that reason. Like just now. To calm me down, I mean. Even if it worked great. I’d like it—I—I'd like it if I did it more.”

I smiled and stroked her face. She shuddered softly, no doubt not noticing the strangeness of her pleasure-filled reaction. “I’d like that too.”

“So…can I come over later? And we can talk about it? Please?”

I’ll never get tired of a beautiful woman saying “please” to me. She hugged me tight, accentuating her point.

“Of course, babe. But let’s get to work, yeah? We’ve got people to serve out there.”