Get to know her

"I can't believe I did that." Alex blushingly confessed as we sat together in the food court. After our performance she seemed to come out of a daze and felt embarrassed by the eyes watching her. She put all of her clothing on like it was armor against the stares she was receiving and timidly followed me as I offered to get her something to eat. I had slipped my pants back on, but felt comfortable not bothering with a shirt. We had placed our orders and found a table as far from the noise as we could.

"I'm glad you did," I replied with an honest smile. "I got incredibly turned on by your performance."

"But, I'm not some great catch," she demurred. "I mean look at me. I'm flabby, and pasty, and my boobs sag even though I'm only 20..."

She would have gone on with a litany of self deprecation, but I stopped her mid sentence. "You swallowed my ten inch cock without breaking stride, squirted so hard you nearly hit someone coming out of Hot Topic, and rubbed my cum into your supple body like it was an aphrodisiac." She sat there both stunned and embarrassed at my comments. "To be honest, I had been hoping you would be the one who came out of the crowd." Technically true, she didn't need to know the details.

"Why?" Her eyes were downcast, probably afraid that I was about to make fun of her. I got the sense that it wouldn't be her first brush with being embarrassed in public for the mirth of others.

I chose my response carefully, wanting to be sure to not set her off. "Several reasons. For one, you looked like you don't come out of your shell often. Or easily, for that matter. Obviously I had no way of knowing whether or not you wanted to come out of your shell under those circumstances, but I hope you enjoyed the experience nonetheless. Secondly, there is something appealing to the fact that I got a woman who wasn't chomping at the bit to get a piece of me. You saw how those other women were acting. ****, practically aching to have me for no other reason than what they saw me do to that blond. You were reserved, yet curious. I think you want more than just a good time, and that appeals to me. When you came up with that scrap, I had no way of knowing if you would actually come forward or not, the other women were obvious." I paused as I took a drink, she was now quietly eating as I continued, she seemed a little more at ease, no longer looking for a reason to take offense.

"And last, but certainly not least, because I thought you were hot, and I really wanted to stick my cock in you." She spit out the mouthful of coke and started coughing. as I leaned over to pat her back. "Whoa there, you okay?" I asked as she got her lungs back under control.

"You absolute asshole," she retorted with a look that was half smile and half shock.

"Oh, so you didn't enjoy that part?" I teased her. I stayed quite as she coughed a few more times. Finally back in control of herself, I continued. "I would actually like to offer you a deal, if you are interested in hearing it."

"What kind of deal?"

"A one sided kind of deal, with you getting nearly all of the benefit."

"Ooh, now that sounds tempting. What's in it for you?"

"First allow me to clarify something. I'm wealthy and powerful beyond belief. I could buy this shopping mall, tear the entire thing down, and build a giant statue of myself in its place if I wanted. What's more, I could have that all accomplished far faster than you would believe possible. What I want from you is that you become more confident and assertive in your desires. I'll give you the body of your dreams, a new home, a fat bank account, whatever you want, as long as you embrace your sexual desires and never act ashamed or embarrassed by them again."

"Wow, that's...quite the offer." She bit her lip and looked down at her food. She swirled a fry through the ketchup as she pondered my offer. "Why would you do that for me, and what do you get out of me changing my behavior?"

"What I get out of it is pleasure at knowing two things. First, that you are getting the pleasure you want out of life, and believe me you deserve it at least as much as whatever women you envy out there. Second, I get satisfaction at knowing that thanks to me the world has become a slightly freer, more liberated place. As for why I would do it for you, well partly for all the reasons I had been hoping you would be the one to catch the rag a while ago, and partly because...well, because I can. Wealth and power are sad things when not used."

Alex sat there for a minute, trying to pick out the catch, see where I was going with this and what sort of trap she might be getting herself into if she agreed. After several silent minutes she finally spoke again. "Prove it. Prove you are as rich and powerful as you claim."

I smiled broadly having guessed she might want a demonstration. I didn't want to give everything about my powers away just yet, but I had a compelling example already thought up. I pulled out a cutting edge smart phone and made a show of opening up an app. Mentally, I transferred $50,000 into Alex's bank account while also paying off her student loans and her parents mortgage. After about 30 seconds I looked up and told her to answer her phone.

She looked at me puzzled. I had triggered her parents to check on their mortgage and with the good news they would be calling her almost immediately. Sure enough, moments later her ringtone sounded. I paused to eat while she spoke to her parents about the good news. She sat in stunned silence for a moment after hanging up with her parents and I spoke around a mouthful of french fries. "Check your bank account."

She stared at me for a second in disbelief as I poked the last bite of a burger into my mouth. With disbelief still evident she logged into her banks mobile app and looked at her account balance which had just grown substantially. As she sat with her jaw dropped, staring at her phone, I casually commented, "Now, I didn't even know your name an hour ago. You never told me your last name, and yet I somehow managed to pull that off in less than a minute. Satisfied?"

"Very," she blushed in reply at the double entendre. "So how do we finalize this deal? Do I have to offer up my body to you? Perform some degrading sex act to prove my willingness to be more open?"

"Not unless that is what you want. First, since you seem willing to agree, we should go shopping." Alex looked puzzled at my suggestion. "Trust me," I smiled in reply.