Like a Fox in a Hen House.

Walking down the grand stairs, you can hear the chatter coming from the banquet hall. Sounds like a lot of people. "Melissa, Carla, when the meeting starts, I want you to close the doors and not let anyone inside. Remember who it is so I can pay them a visit if needed. Susan, make sure the staff are not in the hall when the meeting starts. Introduce me as some consultant or something."

You walk into the banquet hall and look around. There were at least 50 ladies attending this meeting. The ages varied as well as the shape and complexion for the ladies but then you've always believed a beautiful woman is a beautiful woman. That's when you notice the only other men here was the catering staff.

Susan made her way up to the podium with you close behind. She starts the meeting by telling the staff to vacate the room. The hall doors close and Susan begins the meeting. I've called this emergency meeting of the Ladies HOA to order. I'd like to introduce you all to a consultant I've hire to help. Mr.........." Susan motions you up and you take the microphone.

"Good afternoon ladies." Looking about and seeing all eyes are on you. "I'm........Abe Froman. Yeah, Abe Froman. (that's not your real name). Sus....umm...Mrs. Reilly had called this meeting and brought me in at the last minute. Can anyone give me the details of why we're here?"

A lady from one of the tables up front stands up and replies. "The Ladies HOA voted to file liens against Nicole Johnson's house for infractions to the HOA bylaws and **** her to leave the subdivision and you're to serve the liens paperwork to her but she's not here."

They were going to ambush Nicole and **** her out of her home. You glare a withering look towards Susan who flinches in response. "And this is unanimous amongst yourselves?" They all nodded in agreement.

You pause there behind the podium, with your eyes closed collecting your thoughts of there being are too many people in the hall. You're not sure if you can handle a crowd this big. Focusing yourself like you did against Susan, the energy builds up in your mind as it's fueled by your anger. You can see and feel the green/white rings getting stronger, moving across faster until the rings begin to pulse. You squinch your eyes harder against the pain stabbing in your head, keeping it all in, letting the pulse grow stronger, more intense. You can hear the ladies murmuring in the background wondering what are you doing. You suck in one sharp breath and say. "Have it your way."

You open your eyes. The room explodes with an overpowering green/white flash and everyone in the room stops. A few of the ladies that were walking mid-stride fell to the ground like you had just cut their strings. The ladies that were seated just dropped their heads onto the tables. Even Susan, who was standing behind you, fell back and leaned against a nearby wall then slowly sank to the floor. You can see everyone's eyes twist and distort with alternating bands of green/white light, all mindless, all yours......to do as you please.

"Or better yet, I'll have it my way." You take the microphone into your hand and begin to walk around the room surveying all women around you. "Stand up. Now!" Like mindless zombies, the ladies slowly rise, awkward, clumsy. Their heads propped everywhere except straight up. The inside of your mind flickers like a TV screen fast forwarding thru "The Wolf of Wall Street" and you begin to channel your inner Leo as he's giving a speech to his troops.

"Let's get one thing straight. I own you. All of you. Mind, body and soul." You move over to brunette in her short skirted tennis outfit and place your hand squarely on her ass. "Deep down inside you all want me." Instinctively she bends forward placing her shoulders flat on the table while you lift her ass up high and she's standing on her tiptoes as she invitingly wiggles her ass to you.

"You will all silently imagine it's me that fucking, sucking, fingering and doing whatever it is that gives you your jollies." You begin dry humping your vacant tennis bimbo as some of the other ladies begin to copy what your tennis whore is doing, while others begin to slowly caress their chest, fondle their asses and a few others drift their fingers between their legs.

"When I talk to you, I'm the most interesting man in the world. You will do whatever it takes to curry my favor and maybe, just maybe, I'll favor you with my curry. If I do anything to one of you the rest will keep going on with whatever and be happy for her, with just a wish in your heart that it was you instead of her. Do I make myself clear?"

The moans emanating from their mouths garble together with a low rumble you can feel in the air. ".......yeeeeeeeeeessssssss...."

"Ok then, everyone take your seats." You take hold of the lady that told you what was going to happen to Nicole." No, not you. I want you standing."

You go back to the podium. Taking in a few deep breaths, your anger and arousement quietly subside as the waves dissipate, restoring you normal vision. The lady's eyes untwist themselves back to normal. Some of them shake their heads, believing they might have dozed off but soon enough they all turn their focus right back at you.

"No, that's not going to happen." The crowd begins to chatter after hearing your words. You point to a spot by your side. "Susan, get over here." Susan timidly moves to your side. She's lowers her eyes to the ground when you look over to her. "Fix this, now." as you hand the microphone over to her.

Susan looks towards the crowd. Her face sharpens as she talks into the microphone. "I propose that the motion against Nicole Johnson be dismissed! Do I have a second?"

You point to the lady standing in front of you. She looks at you confused, uncertain of what's happening. She raises her hand. "I second?"

Susan looks around at the crowd. "I have a second. All who agree raise your hand."

You motions your hands upwards. Slowly, like a rising tide, the ladies all raise their hands in agreement. They're looking at each other not sure in their decision.

"All oppose?" All the hands sink away back down.

Susan bellows to the silent crowd. "The motion is passed." Susan shrinks herself down and looks towards you craving your approval. You give her a small nod and snatch the microphone from her shaking hand.