A good neighbor

Well, that hadn't gone as planned.

In fact, this had gone horribly wrong.

I was still staring at the bimbo who had hyperventilation written all over her gorgeous face and was still unsure whether running to get help or keeping a close eye on me was the best call. Or maybe she was simply struggling to form coherent thoughts. This only happened because she was too dumb to lock her door. One might even argue that this was her fault in the first place.

Fortunately, I wasn't out of opportunities. While I hadn't planned on using my powers, I definitely wouldn't toss away a generous opportunity like this. This was basically a freebie. And also my best bet at not getting arrested.

I didn't really need any convincing anyways. Without further ado, I sent my subconcious into her mind, leaving it to do it's work. This time I was prepared for the fade to blackness half expecting another time freeze or flashback. However, almost immediately my mind returned to me. And with it came another entry in my mental notebook.

Excitedly I checked it out:

Now, that was curious. Seems like there were more layers to my power than just imprints. I wondered what else I had in store for myself. Making her believe one lie sounded really good. However, the description also kept things pretty vague. To what extend would Tiffany believe my lie? How far could I take this? Was there a certain degree of credibility necessary for my statement to be believeable?

So many questions and no answers in sight. But wondering wouldn't get me out of this mess. Tiffany was still furious and ready to call the cops on me. And I couldn't let that happen.

Me improvising had become a rather common pattern in the last days with varying levels of success. Tiffany was already turning around which meant that I only had seconds left before I was screwed.

Without thinking I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind.

"Don't run away! Trust me, I was completely justified to be in your apartment because I am a panty inspector and there has been an emergency with your panties which I needed to take care off asap. I swear it's the truth!

For a moment I feared she hadn't heard me in her panic. But to my relieve she stopped and turned around.

"Oh, I didn't know about panty inspectors. What is it that you do?" She still seemed rather irritated but it was evident that my excuse had somewhat calmed her down a bit. But I wasn't in the clear yet. I had already used my one lie and I hadn't specified what a panty inspector (yeah, I know it was a dumb excuse but it was the first thing I could come up with) was supposed to do. But since she didn't know what my job entailed, maybe my abilites would grant me a bit of creative leeway?

"Your apartment has been suspected of being the origin of a wave of panty plague, which is a very severe disease not to be messed with. Unfortunately most people don't even know it exists. I had to act as soon as I got the notice which meant that I had to enter your flat without your permission which I am permitted to do as per my duty as panty inspector. I apologize for any inconvenience."

At this point I was just spouting straight bullshit. I was banking everything on my previously established job as panty inspector making my statements sound somewhat believable.

Tiffany's eyes went wide as saucers. That was after all a lot of horsecrap to take in. Finally, she answered.

"I really didn't know that. I am so so sooooo sorry for shouting at you like that. I was just really scared at finding someone in my flat and it looked like you were licking my panties..." She took a moment to gather herself. "I am the one that has to apologize. After all, you were trying to save me from the... "Panty Plague" was it?"

I nodded gravely.

I couldn't believe it! The stupid bimbo had actually bought my crap! I had to try my best to not break out into howling laughter.

This was unbelievable. Just how stupid can one girl be?

Well, works for me. Time to tell her I fixed the problem, make my leave and spend the rest of the day lounging on the couch.

On the other hand...

I already had her caught in my web of lukewarm lies. Wouldn't it be idiotic to not take this situation a little further?

While I hadn't intended on doing any shenanigans today this just seemed too good an opportunity to pass up.

Fuck it. Why argue with myself when I had already made up my mind?

I gave the bimbo a serious look before shaking my hand.

"Unfortunately, I haven't been able to determine whether your panties are contaminated, yet. I will need to run some more tests before I can safely judge the situation." I offered her my hand. "I am Brendan, by the way."

Tiffany nodded affirmingly before shaking my hand. My whole body shivered at the touch of her warm, slender fingers wrapped around my hand and the motion of her arm made her sizable breasts jiggle ever so slightly under the tight top. "Nice to meet you Brendan. I am Tiffany. You also live here, don't you?"

I nodded. "Unfortunately, I must continue assessing the situation now. I was conducting a tongue-reception test before I was interrupted." Tiffany gave me a wide smile. Highschool me would have killed for a smile like that and even present me could still feel his pants stirring.

"Thank you, Brendan. Is there anything I can do to help? This whole Panties Plague thingie sounds really serious. I don't want any diseases in my flat..."

Damn, that bimbo sounded really concerned about something that didn't exist. Good for me, I guess...

"Actually, there is something you could do." I tried my best to keep my voice in a somewhat professional "It would really help me if you could gather all your panties and bring them to me so that I can give them a proper inspection. That way I can safe the time of looking for them myself."

Just another load of bullshit. But by now Tiffany was simply eating up whatever input I fed her.

"Of course. I'll start collecting right away. I'm so glad I can do something to assist you."

Suddenly driven by a deeper lying lust I turn around and pick up the pink panties again. I position myself so that I am facing Tiffany, who seems to be rather engorged by what I am doing with no thought to look for more underwear just yet. Then I stare straight into her crystal clear blue eyes, bring the panties close to my face and give their insides a long, sensual lick. I didn't really bother for any implications. I was a professional after all.

Tiffany just looks at me. It's clear that a part of her is a bit weirded out but mainly I see curiosity written all over her flushed face. For a few seconds we just stare at each other, seemingly frozen. Then, Tiffany turns and mutters:

"I'll get the rest."

Once more I fully divert my attention to Tiffany's panties. The whole situation had gotten me pretty riled up. Just how crazy had my life become in the last few days?

And yet, here I was in Tiffany's apartment rummaging through her laundry to enjoy her panties however I wanted. I had just found some blue ones where you could even see a tiny spot of dried up liquid on the fabric when Tiffany returned with a heap of fabric hastily packed in a basket whcih she unceremoniously placed in front of me.

"That should be all off them" she huffed a little strained from the effort. But I wasn't planning on letting her off the hook that easily.

"Are you sure about that?" I asked and made an unmistakeable motion towards her crotch.

Immediately, she turned beet red.

"I completely forget about those..." she mumbled "Do I really have to?"

I nodded gravely towards the clearly flustered girl.

"I have to be thorough." Then on an impulse, I decided to take things even further. Driven by my increasingly horny state I banked it all on my powers. "In fact, I need you to remove all clothing from your lower half."