I checked my phone. 9:48 P.M. I’d give it probably another half hour or so before I made an excuse and left for the night. If I left a little earlier, I could even fit in an extra episode of the drama I’d just started watching. If only I hadn’t made social plans. I sighed and checked my phone again. Still 9:48 P.M. Time wasn’t moving any faster. I surfed the usual apps and checked my e-mail to occupy myself.

Being on your phone isn’t a great conversation starter, you know. I shooed away such thoughts. I wasn’t here to have a particularly good time. I just promised Kristen I’d come with her so she wouldn’t be alone, and what did she do but immediately run off? The girl was far more popular than I was. She didn’t really need me, but I’d feel bad if I left so soon after coming.

“You know, being on your phone isn’t the best conversation starter.” My eyes shot up as I immediately pocketed my phone.

“I was just thinking that.” I forced a small smile as I extended my hand. “Hi, I’m–”

“I know you! You’re Kristen’s friend, aren’t you?”

“Oh, yeah – I’m sorry, have we met?” I surveyed the woman’s face. She looked…familiar, somehow, but I couldn’t put a name to the face. “Sorry, I’m not the best with names.”

“That’s okay!” She beamed. “I remember you, and that’s what matters.”

“Haha…” My polite laughter faded. Wait, what was that supposed to mean?

She covered her mouth and tried to hide her laughter. “Sorry, your face was just…priceless.”

My eye twitched in a twinge of annoyance. I was never good about hiding my emotions.

“You really do wear your feelings on your face! How’s your poker game? Wanna play?” She joked.

“No, not particularly,” I responded curtly.

“Then another kind of game?” She proposed.

I wasn’t going to be able to shake her off, was I? “Fine, what did you have in mind?”

“I was thinking…oh, you know like, old T.V. shows and cartoons, how the big bad guy would always use mind control?”

My breath caught in my throat. “Um, yeah. What about it? You think it’s real or something?” I rolled my eyes.

“Oh, I know it’s real,” she purred as she walked closer and closer to me. Too close. Uncomfortably close. “And I know that you think about it.” A hand moved up my arm.

How did she know? Was she just bluffing? Did my face give it away?

The feeling of her hand lightly brushing my shoulder jolted me back to reality. “C-Could you move away? Please?” My voice felt small and not at all as firm as I had meant to be.

“Why of course. We can have a conversation from a farther distance, after all. No need to be so close.” She began stepping back slowly. “You can still hear me after all, even if I move away. You can still see my lips, and imagine the words that are coming out of them. You can still feel them inside your head.” She leaned against a table across the room. “There, is that better?”

I swallowed a lump in my throat. “B-better.”

“But you can still hear me okay?”


“And you can still see my lips?”

I nodded.

“And you can still hear the words that are coming out of my mouth?”

I could feel my senses sharpening, focusing on her words, her lips and the way they moved, as the world fell quiet around me. Dull. She beckoned me towards her, and I found myself moving without my conscious realization of it.

“You’re doing so well.” She grinned. “You respond so well, I’d swear you’ve done this before. Have you done this before?”

“…No…” My voice came out in a whisper.

“Have you wanted to?”

“Yes…” Why was I telling her this?

“You want it to be real, don’t you?”

Did I want it this much? The thought of mind control sent a pang of arousal through my body. Was she actually making me slowly move towards her? Somehow, that was even hotter. A part of me remembered that I should be scared. That I should resist. But a part of me didn’t want to, and that part won out.

She bit her lip as she watched me staggering towards her, and I found myself biting my own in anticipation. Finally I reached her, barely standing as I leaned against the wall for support. I finally tore my eyes from her lips, but her intense gaze was even more striking. I instinctively flinched as she stepped towards me.

“Aw hun, don’t be so afraid,” she cooed as she cupped my burning cheeks. “Your feet may be stepping back, but you’re trying to lean into my touch so much, aren’t you?” I swallowed a lump in my throat as she gently guided and nodded my head for me.

“Say yes for me, darling.” Her voice lowered.

“Y-yes. Yes.” I gasped.

“Good!” She bit her lip in a teasing smile. Her hands moved down towards my shoulders and started pushing me back. I stepped backward one clumsy step at a time as she pushed me, pushed me, pushed me right into the wall. My breath taken. My eyes on hers. Her lustful, piercing gaze on me. I caught my breath and let out a shivery sigh.

“Ooh, you want this, don’t you?” She raised my chin with a finger.

I nodded.

“You’ve always wanted this, haven’t you?”

I nodded.

“In fact, you’ve always thought about mind control, and it’s just always…” She spread my legs with her knee in between, pressed up against me. “Fascinated you. Yes?”

“Yes. Oh god, yes…” I started panting.

“So you believe in mind control, do you?”

I nodded frantically.

“And you want me to do it to you?” Her words stuck to the corners of my increasingly fuzzy mind.

My heart pounded in my chest. It was real. It was real. God, it was real. I opened my mouth to respond.

“Then good!” Her voice perked up. “You can remember now,” she cheerfully added as she snapped her fingers.

The fog from my mind lifted. My body unfroze. My eyes unstuck from hers. My awareness of the world around us returned.

I checked my phone. 10:26 P.M.

“God damn it, Kristen.” I muttered.

“WHAT?” Kristen grinned. “It passed the time, didn’t it?”

“You’re in for it when we get home.” I grumbled as I squeezed my thighs together and squirmed. Uncomfortably warm. Uncomfortably tight.

“I don’t know, you might have to ah, persuade me.” She kissed me on the cheek.

“Well, have you heard about this thing called ‘mind control’?” I grinned.

“No, you’ll have to tell me allll about it…”