Martin demonstrates the frequency on a woman at the bar

Harold was going to need a demonstration before he bought into Martin’s story. Martin figured that was fair enough, but he was certainly not about to let Harold use the frequency on his wife. They would have to find someone else. Besides, Harold had made a good point that they should get a larger sample size of people other than Janet to make sure this wasn’t just some fluke of her biology.

They agreed to meet up after work so Martin could show Harold the emitter. Martin sent his supervisor a document of all of his notes on the specifications and discoveries he had made so far in his experimenting. Harold promised he’d browse through the document before they met, but Martin suspected that the man still thought this was a bunch of nonsense. To be fair, Martin probably would have thought the same thing if he were in the man’s shoes.

At 7:30, Martin met up with Harold in the lobby of a large downtown hotel and conference center. Harold had picked the place because there was regularly a crowd of people, and because the restaurant and bar in the lobby apparently had good drinks. Harold wanted Martin to demonstrate the frequency on a random a patron to prove that it was not some sort of trick or paid actor. Martin was a little hesitant to just subject a random stranger to their experiments, but he figured that there was no harm in a little fun, right? It’s not like they were trying to hurt anybody.

As they walked into the hotel, Martin carried the emitter in a nondescript briefcase gripped casually in his hand. He had recently been working on making the frequency emitter more and more compact, and his current version was mobile enough to fit discretely in a small container like the one he carried now. As he and Harold slid into a table in the back of the crowded bar, Martin pulled out his laptop and opened the wireless control program for the emitter.

“Alright Harold, you tell me, who do we try this on.”

“Hmm…”

Harold leaned back in his seat and studied the rather crowded high-top tables near the bar. There was some sort of conference being held at this hotel, so it was much busier than it normally should have been. Men and women were bustling about sharing gossip, business insights, and flirtations as they drank overpriced liquor.

“I got it.” Harold leaned forwards with a grin. “See that couple standing at the table by the bar? The woman in the blue dress?”

Martin glanced over to where Harold had indicated and immediately spotted the two individuals. The woman appeared to be in her late twenties or early thirties, and the man might have been her same age if not slightly older. He was relatively handsome, but Martin’s attention was much more focused on the woman.

She had short cropped brown hair and was dressed in heels and a blue cocktail dress that accentuated her fit and firm figure. She was sipping on some sort of clear drink and laughing at the man’s jokes as they chatted. She was, frankly, very good looking.

“Okay.” Martin nodded and began to type out some commands into the controller. “I’m going to start kind of small, but not so small we can’t notice.” Martin’s fingers danced across the keyboard. “If this works like it did on Janet, she’s about to feel a very pleasing tingling hum between her legs.”

“I bet Janet liked that.” Harold raised an eyebrow at Martin.

“Uh, yeah. She did.” Martin gave a little chuckle then focused the emitter on the woman across the bar.

He looked up towards their target and activated the frequency. Her reaction was subtle but immediate. Her eyes widened and she suddenly gripped the edge of the table while pushing up slightly higher onto the balls of her feet. She then let out a little laugh at whatever the man was saying and carefully shifted her hips in a little roll as if trying to locate and respond to the sudden pleasurable forces dancing between her legs.

“Hmm.” Harold leaned forwards, his attention rapt on the woman. “She certainly looks like she’s responding to what you just described…” He glanced over to Martin with a mischievous side-eye and grinned. “But I’m going to need to see more than that to believe this thing is real.”

“Of course.” Martin grinned casually, trying to mask the sudden excitement he was feeling.

This was the first time he had used the frequency on someone other than Janet, and it was working! Not only was it working, he had beautiful woman’s pleasure almost directly in his control. He was more than loyal to Janet, but…he could still have a little fun.

Martin kept the underlying pleasurable sensations playing between the woman’s legs, and began to weave in another range of signals. With Janet, this had both amped up her arousal and her enjoyment of the sensations generated by the frequency. Over at the bar, Martin could tell that it was having a similar effect on the woman.

She continued to maintain her composure, but she started to appear a bit giddier and more flushed. Martin watched as she subtly pressed her backside out and began slowly rock her hips against the unseen forces playfully teasing in her underwear. The man, for his part, did not appear to notice anything amiss and most likely thought that she was just a victim of his natural charm.

“Alright Harold, you want some real proof? Watch her skirt. I’m going to make it fly.”

Keeping the underlying signals still going, Martin prepared the new range of signals he had recently discovered with Janet. He had messed around with it a little bit more since his accidental discovery with Janet’s skirt, and he had been able to figure out some basic fundamentals to make it do what he wanted.

He directed a delicately humming force to surge up her legs and blow her skirt up past her waist like a mischievous breeze was trying to expose her. At the same time, he set the teasing forces between her legs to momentarily amp up at the same instant. Focusing once more on the woman, he activated the command.

“Ooh!”

Martin heard the woman gasp with giddy surprise as the skirt of her dress suddenly took fluttering flight and flared up past her waist. Martin and Harold got a good look at the woman’s firm ass devouring some scarlet thong panties before her hands quickly began to fight her misbehaving skirt back into place as she let out a scandalized giggle. Martin had set the force to quickly dissipate, so the woman managed to get her dress to once again obey gravity fairly fast.

“What was that?!” Martin could see the woman laugh incredulously to her date as he looked at her with both surprise and excited amusement.

There were a few scattered laughs from around the buzzing bar before everyone’s attention once more returned to their own conversations. The woman’s date pointed up at an air vent and said something about the HVAC system. Harold, for his part, looked both gobsmacked and electrified.

“Holy fucking shit Martin.” He spoke with a low excited tone, his eyes glancing from Martin’s computer the briefcase containing the emitter. “That was you?”

“Oh yeah.” Martin grinned, surprisingly satisfied at supervisor’s wonder.

“You want me to help with this?” Harold shook his head with a laugh. “You bet your ass I’m in.”

Martin could see an almost hungry look in the man’s eyes. He supposed he could not blame him. What this frequency could do was…well frankly like magic. Who wouldn’t want to try some of that power?

“Good.” Martin nodded with a grin. “But let’s…keep this between us for now, okay? I don’t want anyone else getting ahold of this until we can at least maybe patent it.”

“My man, I won’t say a fucking word. Why would I want to share this with anyone else?”

For a brief moment, Martin hesitated. Was this a good idea bringing Harold in on this? He knew the man fairly well from his years of working with him, but…how well did he really know him.

Ultimately, Martin brushed the thought aside. He was not going to be able to keep this a secret forever, and it would be better having someone with Harold’s expertise helping him out in the meantime. Besides, he absolutely believed his supervisor when the man said he had no intention of sharing this.

“Fair point.” Martin nodded. “Alright, let’s pack this thing up.”

Martin made to shut off the frequency before Harold suddenly reached out his hand.

“Wait!” He hissed, and then a sly smirk crossed his lips. “You’re not about to leave our new friend hanging, right?”