Courtney

Chris would like to find more people to test his powers on, but can't help but feel bad about what he'd just done to Courtney. He followed after her, which wasn't difficult given the droplets of puke lining her path like breadcrumbs. They lead to the off-set women's restroom, where he could hear a retching noise.

"Do you mind if I come in?" he asked, hoping he was right about how this works.

"No," she said, her voice nasal. Chris heard a clicking noise and opened the door. He shut it behind him and set the lock again. Courtney was exactly where he expected, her face over the toilet, holding her loose, well styled curls back. "Here, let me take care of that," he said, taking her hair.

"Thanks," she said, though it came out like "danks."

"Don't worry about it. Are you going to stop and feel all better any second now?" he asked. She heaved rather than answering, but stopped before anything could come out. "There, that's better. And are you all cleaned up and smelling better?" He was getting the hang of this.

"Yeah, that is a lot better. Thanks Chris!" she said. She flushed the toilet and stood up, then made to leave

"Hang on, do you... not... think you should thank me better than that?" he asked.

"Um, I I guess you're right, but what do you mean?"

Chris could feel the power going directly down to his cock. "Well, we're alone in the bathroom already, aren't we?" he raised one eyebrow.

"Oh fuck me, Chris, I thought you were better than that. Move, I have to tell HR about this."

"Do you think they'll care?" he asked. She paused, only to glare at him. "No, I think you're going to be okay with this. Is this situation too far off your hottest fantasies, with a man cornering you where you're **** and making you service him?"

"Usually he's at least hot," she confirmed with acid in her voice.

"You're not nearly as pretty as you think you are," he spat. "I'll bet you've tried to make it as a model over and over, and been rejected every time, right?" he said. He realized how he worded that and mentally kicked himself, but then he saw how his question was interpreted. Her body didn't change too much, aside from some general tightening that showed some real gym time, but her face changed quite a bit. Her cheek bones became more prominent, and her dull eyes began to shine, and generally became genuinely cute. The woman could be a news anchor in her own right.

"Nope," she grinned. "Never had issues with rejection. I think you must be projecting." She checked her well manicured nails. She knew her place, and it was time Chris learned it too.

"Oh yeah? Well is your rejection just now even real? I bet you're just playing hard to get." He presses his body up against hers, pushing her back. He looked into her wide eyes and saw arousal there, her breathing deepening.