Harold "borrows" the frequency emitter and makes some interesting discoveries with the woman at the bar

The bar buzzed with conversation around them as Martin considered what his supervisor had just asked. He glanced from the woman then back to Harold before the man continued with devilish excitement.

“Look at her! She’s enjoying this.”

Martin looked at the woman. He had kept the underlying pleasurable sensation running this whole time. By all accounts, the woman did appear to having a good time. There was a slight flush to her face, she was smiling and giggling, and the subtle shifts and sways of hips told him that she was not fighting the forces between her legs, she was enjoying them. Martin looked back to Harold and held up his hands.

“I mean she’s probably down for some more fun, but…” Martin met Harold’s mischievous yet certain gaze. “Alright, why not. I’m all out of ideas though, what do you suggest.”

Harold grinned like a scoundrel leaned back in his seat as if pondering a deep question.

“Let’s get her away from her date, I want to talk with her.”

“I – What?” Martin stuttered. “I mean, maybe. How exactly are we supposed to do that?”

Harold thought for another minute and then snapped his fingers and leaned forwards.

“You said that you picture the frequency like some sort of magnetic wave that can affect all matter, not just metal, right?”

“Right. But that’s a very shaky theory…”

“So what if we could…magnetize something.”

“I, uh, don’t follow.”

Before the two of them had left work, Martin had emailed Harold a document that contained all of the notes he had taken so far on the frequency. He had assumed that Harold had simply ignored it, but Martin realized that the man might have actually done his homework.

“I’m saying what if you magnetize, polarize, or whatever you want to call it, an object with the frequency to make it, well, do whatever you want!”

It was Martin’s turn to lean back in his chair and consider what Harold was saying. The actual scientific nature of the frequency was still a total mystery to Martin. Hell, that was why Harold was here in the first place. Maybe it was possible.

“Here, let me see the controller.”

Harold reached over and pulled Martin’s laptop over to him. Martin did nothing to stop him, and watched with surprised curiosity as his supervisor’s fingers began to rapidly type across the keys like he knew what he was doing.

“Do, uh, do you know how to work that?”

“Yeah yeah I read your notes.” Harold waived off Martin without looking up from the screen. “There. I think that should do it.” Harold pulled his face up from the screen with a satisfied look.

“And what exactly are you doing?” Martin tried to peak around to see what Harold had queued up.

“You saw that woman’s underwear, right? When you made her skirt fly up? Well I’m about to make her panties a little lively. Let’s see how long it takes her before she steps away to go see what’s going on with them.”

“Wait, you think you can do that? Maybe we should start with something smaller scale than…”

But Harold was no longer listening to Martin. He directed the frequency over towards the woman at the bar and hit the activate key as a little smirk played on his lips. With a hint of nervousness, Martin followed his gaze.

Over at the high-top table, the woman still looked as giddily aroused as before. She then shifted her hips and a briefly confused look crossed her face and she absentmindedly brushed at something at her lower back. Martin glanced from laptop back to the woman. What did Harold do?

“Holy shit I think it’s working!” Harold laughed and leaned back in his seat.

The woman opened her mouth to respond to something her date said, but instead she let out a surprised giggle and suddenly crossed her legs beneath the high-top table they were standing at. She laughed and appeared to blame the outburst on her drink, but Martin suspected that there was something else happening beneath her dress.

“What did you do?” Martin glanced over to his supervisor who was watching the woman with keen amused interest.

“If I’m right, her underwear is getting a little lively. She’s probably trying to figure out why her panties are suddenly possessed and getting very friendly.”

Over at the table, the woman crossed her legs the other way and subtly shifted her hips. Her face never betrayed any fear or concern, but it appeared to Martin that she was clearly trying to maintain her composure in response to something getting playful between her legs. Whatever Harold had just empowered her underwear to do, it appeared to be distractingly pleasing.

“That’s…I mean wow. I’ll have to look into what that could mean for future development.” Martin scoffed and gave is head a little shake.

“I think you mean we’ll have to look into that.” Harold gave Martin a wink before turning his attention back to the woman. “Alright, now we’re talking.”

Over at the table, the woman had finally stepped away to excuse herself. Martin could not hear the exact words, but he was pretty sure it involved the word “bathroom”. She walked past their table towards the rear of the bar towards the rear exit and restrooms. Right before she passed the threshold, Martin heard Harold quickly type out a command into the controller. The woman gave a little surprised jump in response and brushed her hand across her backside before vanishing through the door.

“That’s my cue.”

Harold grinned and stood up from the booth. When he did, he scooped up the briefcase holding the emitter and grabbed the laptop as well.

“Wait, Harold…” Martin held up a hand but the man brushed him off.

“No worries I’ll give it back.” Harold nodded at Martin before he too strode off to vanish out the rear doors.

“Well…shit.” Martin sat alone at the table for a moment trying to decide what to do.

That was not the only prototype Martin had of the frequency emitter, and he had agreed to work with Harold on it, but…maybe he should not just let him wander off with it.

Martin stood from the table and grabbed his bag. They had already paid for their drinks at the bar, so he could leave easily enough. He walked out towards the rear exit and left the bar.

“Harold?” He called out as he peered through the back hall.

There was no response, and he had no luck when he checked the bathrooms. Both his supervisor and the woman had vanished.

“Goddamn it Harold…” Martin muttered before he felt his phone buzz in his pocket.

He pulled it out to see a text from the man he was looking for. He opened it and quickly scanned the contents of the message.

Sorry to bail on you like this. Our new friend needed some help finding her way back to her hotel room. I’ll bring the emitter back tomorrow at work. I’m going to run some more experiments with it tonight.

“Harold…” Martin groaned and rubbed his temple.

Martin did not know what he had expected from the man, but he was hoping this recklessness was not a sign of things to come. The man had already made a pretty interesting breakthrough the first time he even tried the frequency, so at least he was not a useless idiot. Still…

Martin ultimately decided to leave the man to his exploits and call it a night. There was not much he could do to stop him anyways; he did not even know where his supervisor had wandered off to.

Martin drove back from the hotel and was almost home when his phone buzzed with another message from Harold. He glanced at the screen and saw that it was a video followed by a text.

Learned some interesting tricks with my new assistant. Her name is Meredith, by the way. The message that came in beneath the video read.

After he pulled into his driveway and came to a stop, Martin opened the video. He was greeted by the sight of the woman from the bar, Meredith apparently, bent over a desk in what appeared to be a hotel room with her dress hiked up around her waist.

“Oh my god…” The woman in the video moaned in pleasure as she slowly swayed her hips. “How are you doing this?”

The video seemed to be filmed by Harold’s phone propped up against something several meters behind the woman. Martin could not see Harold in the frame, but his attention was on the woman anyways and what he could observe between her legs. Her underwear was moving like it had gained a mind of its own. More than that, her panties were moving like invisible hands were very expertly working over them to stroke, tease, and pleasure the garment’s owner.

“Oh!” The woman gasped as an audible smack reverberated from the screen, and her ass jumped like a playfully firm hand had just spanked her.

“Holy shit Harold…” Martin muttered as he stared at his screen.

The man had known about the frequency for all of one afternoon and he had already seemingly discovered how to make it do things Martin had not even considered as a possibility.

“Ooh…Oh yes…” The woman moaned pressed her ass out as if presenting it.

Another smack sounded from video and, the woman’s ass jerked from a visible reaction to an unseen impact. The woman let out a pleased little yelp before her head tilted forwards with a low sighing moan.

The video then ended and Martin saw that he had another message from Harold.

I’ll show you everything I learned tomorrow at work. Martin my man, we’re going to have a lot of fun with this frequency.

Martin looked up from his phone and let out a contemplative grumble. He hoped he was not going to end up regretting letting Harold in on this thing. That being said, Martin’s mind was already racing as he considered the possibilities now that Harold had shown him more of what this frequency could do. If Janet thought that she liked the frequency could do to her before, Martin could not wait to show his wife what he could do to her now.