Cafeteria antics

Reprogramming people was tough, time-consuming work. It required as much a deft touch as it did heavy-handedness in its application.

As Artemis' hand grasped Derek's, the move itself the product of weeks of careful sensory conditioning, he couldn't help but be frustrated with the slowness of his progress.

Don't get him wrong, he was happy with how things were going, particularly with their little romp in the girls bathroom. But that had only been possible because he'd been priming the girl at every opportunity and even then she still treated the entire affair as a fantasy that had not (and could never) happen for real.

Much as he loved loyal women, Artemis was steadfastly faithful to her boyfriend Wally. He wished he'd had a more overtly powerful mental ability like the telepathy wielded by Martian Manhunter. With the ability to read and reshape others' thoughts on a whim, Artemis would have been puddy in his hands the first time they'd met. He smiled longingly at the thought. Maybe he'd have dominated Barbara as well. He couldn't help but imagine the two stacked athletic girls worshiping him with their bodies as they declared their everlasting devotion to him.

His cock twitched.

They were such willful, stubborn girls. The thought of dominating them utterly excited him like nothing else. If only there were a faster, easier way to make that happen than conditioning via gradual sensory manipulation.

His hand fell to grasp Artemis' firm rear through her skirt. She gasped and moved closer to him.

Derek smiled. Pavlovian conditioning, as limited as it was, was still a beautiful thing to behold, especially when his illusory stimulus was removed and Artemis still reacted as if a tongue was sliding along her pussy. Mere weeks ago she would have probably kicked him in the balls for touching her that way, illusory tongues or no.

They entered the cafeteria to find a bustle of student activity. A line had formed at the end of the room where food was being served buffet style. No one paid them any mind as Derek maneuvered a panting Artemis to the front of the line.

"We're just gonna cut everyone?" Artemis said. She looked up at him, a teasing smile on her face. Her pinched her ass. She gasped again.

"What do you think?" Derek said. He didn't give her an opportunity to respond. "Get yourself some grilled chicken and salad."

She nodded at him timidly, an act which seemed completely foreign on such a headstrong girl. He rewarded her obedience with an illusory tongue flick of her pussy.

He grabbed a turkey sandwich for himself and started walking towards a table, Artemis in tow.

He passed by Elizabeth Apple, a blue-eyed blonde with big tits who was on the Academy's cheerleading squad. The daughter of a high-ranked executive at a major corporation headquartered in Gotham, Elizabeth had always been surrounded by people who were wealthy and privileged. A minor illusion was all it took for him cop a feel of her large, soft breasts like she was a ten dollar street whore.

"Hey Derek," she smiled at him as he manhandled her breasts. She glanced over at Artemis, who shifted uncomfortably with her tray. "Artemis. I didn't know you two were an item."

He tried not to laugh at the way Artemis sputtered at the insinuation. Instead, he kept kneading the busty cheerleader's breasts through her school uniform with her and everyone else in the cafeteria none the wiser.

Derek shook his head.

"Nah, me and Artemis are just friends. She's got a boyfriend all the way out in Central City."

Elizabeth's lips twitched upwards.

"That's good," she grinned. "Anyway, I'm about to go grab some food. Catch you later?"

Derek pinched Elizabeth's soft breasts one last time.

"Later," he said, staring at the girl's swaying ass as she walked away.

He and Artemis made their way to an empty table on the far side of the room. The area was sparsely populated by students.

"So what was that about with you and the cheerleader?" Artemis asked him, eyes narrowed dangerously.

Derek shrugged. "Nothing."

"Uh-huh," she glared at him.

"What's the matter, Artemis? Jealous?"

"In your dreams, Derek. Besides, I have a boyfriend," her gaze fell between his legs seemingly by instinct. She licked her lips.

"Uh-huh," he smirked at her. "And I'm sure there's a really interesting vista right between my legs. You'd think you were staring at the Eiffel tower from your expression."

Artemis' face flushed and her dark eyes narrowed into a piercing glare.

"Hmph," was her reply.

"You're not even denying it," he shook his head. "Why am I not surprised?"

"You're the one who grabbed my ass earlier so I think I'm entitled to look at you as much as I want," She huffed and placed her tray on a nearby table.

"Hm. Sounds like a fair trade to me," he passed by her and cupped a feel of her ass as he did so. He didn't miss how the girl ever-so-slightly pressed her ass into his palm.

"Asshole," she grumbled at him as he plopped down on one of the benches surrounding the table.

Derek patted his lap invitingly.

"Have a seat, young lady."

Artemis scoffed, but her lips twitched upward in amusement.

"You do realize we're the same age, right?" She said.

"I don't know. You're the one hesitating like a little girl."

Artemis glared at Derek again before she followed after him and sat directly on his lap.

The thin material of his uniform pants and Artemis' skirt was all that separated his cock from the skin of her generous ass. As it was, his clothed cock still managed to twitch upwards so that it sunk slightly into Artemis' asscrack.

"Huh. This seat's pretty decent, but the cushion is oddly-shaped," Artemis mused. She moved her ass back and forth, as if testing her "seat". "But I know if I find the sweet spot..." she raised the back of her skirt so her bare panty-clad ass sat on his clothed cock. "Ahn... there we go."

The olive-skinned blonde moaned when Derek's penis hardened enough to wedge itself between her asscheeks. Derek's heart thudded heavily in his chest.

"Holy shit," Derek groaned. He could scarcely believe what was happening. Maybe he'd made much more progress with Artemis than he'd originally thought.

Artemis turned to smirk at him.

"E-everything alright back there?" She grinded her ass into his lap.

He placed her hands on her thick thighs and began to massage them. He channelled an illusory warmth and softness into his hands, causing Artemis to lean back into him. An illusory tongue lapped at her pussy, causing her to moan and whimper as she gyrated her ass against his pelvis.

"Mhm," Derek hummed. He barely had to lean forward to shove his face against her hair and neck. He inhaled Artemis' scent. She smelled like blueberries, odd for an urban girl. He kissed her neck.

That seemed to snap her from the almost trance-like fog he'd seen in her eyes.

"Derek!" She gasped, but didn't pull away. "I shouldn't... We..."

"You started this," his voice was low and primal. Artemis bit her lip.

"You wanted this, Artemis. Come home with me tonight and I'll show you things you've only dreamed of," he whispered into her ear.

The girl atop him shivered as a new wave of pleasure coursed through her body from his illusions.

"I..." his hands migrated to her inner thighs and gradually massaged upward until they came into contact with her drenched panties. "...okay." She answered weakly, deliberately looking away from hin.

"Okay?" He asked, eyes widening with surprise. "What about Wally?"

She clenched her buttcheeks around his pant-clad cock.

"He... he doesn't have to know," she whimpered, whether from pleasure or self-loathing Derek could only guess.

"Turn around, Artemis," he said.

The blonde stood for a moment on shaky legs before she turned and settled herself down on his lap facing him.

"You look beautiful," he said. It was true. Her normally dusky face was flushed crimson and her eyes were half-lidded with pleasure from Derek's ministrations.

"Stop it," she hissed, looking away from him.

He gently grabbed her chin with his hand and **** her to look at him. She bit her lip.

He kissed her.

Artemis froze.

"We shouldn't be doing this. This was a mista-" he kissed her again, silencing her protests. She moaned and started to gyrate her ass all over his lap again. Her lips began to move against his and within moments they were making out in the school cafeteria. The students and faculty continued with meals and conversations, none the wiser to the public display of affection.

Derek trailed his hands up Artemis's uniform to grope her breasts. She gasped into his mouth as he kneaded and massaged and pinched her big tits through her uniform.

Derek's tongue slipped in between Artemis' lips. The blonde made an appreciative noise in the back of her throat and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into the kiss.

The chime of the school bell broke them out of their makeout session.

The pair blinked.

"Did we just?" He began.

Artemis just shook her, eyes wide with disbelief as she watched students and teachers throw away their waste and make their way to their classes.

"I think we did," she panted. "I... wow. I can't fucking believe nobody noticed what we were doing."

Derek waggled his eyebrows.

"Neither can I. That was so hot!" he said. He kissed her again. He loved his illusion powers so much.

"Yeah," Artemis seemed at loss for words. Guilt and lust and pleasure warred across her expression for dominance. Eventually she shook her head and slid off of him. She looked mournfully at her untouched meal before glancing back to him. "Still, we'll have to be much more careful from now on."

"From now on?" Derek asked.

Artemis scowled at him.

"Yes, you idiot. I said I'd go home with you. You'd better be able to back up what you said earlier about showing me stuff I've only dreamed of or you'll see why my kickass body isn't just for show."

"Got it," Derek smirked at her. "So why don't we just head over to my house right now?"

"Isn't it a little early for that?" She said, a wry grin on her face.

"Never stopped me before," He said. When she leveled a thoroughly unimpressed look at him he sighed. "Fine, have it your way. Walk with me?"

"Sure," Artemis looked entirely too smug for a girl who'd nearly orgasmed on the lap of a guy other than her boyfriend. She held out a hand for him to take. He did so. If either of them cared about the sweaty, clammy hands of the other neither made any note of it.

Artemis molded herself to his side as they walked from the cafeteria. Despite the way she moaned appreciatively when he grabbed her ass, his mind still repeated the words she'd said earlier about her boyfriend when he's asked her to come home with him.

"He doesn't have to know," she'd said.

Somehow, he'd broken through whatever barrier her loyalty to her boyfriend presented to him. He wondered how much farther he could push her.

Derek couldn't wait to find out.