Milan keeps her attention split with her newfound powers

As they rode down, Milan used her strange new form of vision. She could see all around the young woman, and her manacite-inspired senses took her down to the young woman's tan knee-boots, up her pantyhose clad legs, and right under the hem of a beautiful suede skirt.

The doors opened again when the elevator reached the 14th floor, and Milan kept her focus in the nebulized manacite surrounding the woman, even as she stepped off. She followed the movement of the attractive woman's gait, and as she approached an apartment door--Milan saw the situation in its entirety.

Her connection to all the manacite in the building gave her new vision access to the apartment the young woman was approaching. Inside, there was a young professional in his late twenties in some kind of sordid situation with what seemed like a younger woman--probably a co-ed, from what Milan could glean. The apartment's buzzer was pressed, and the pair panicked. Now the girl hurriedly grabbed her things, heading to the guy's closet and hiding deep within it.

The elevator door opened, and Milan stepped out...finding it difficult to keep her focus on both herself and multiple perspectives of the apartment at the same time. She went to the entryway, idly looking out the window as if she was waiting for a ride. Meanwhile, she watched the situation on the 14th floor unfold. The man let the woman in, having obscured her competition in his closet. The two kissed, and the man insisted he needed to head to his office--referring to some kind of merger close for his office.

The woman seemed apprehensive--suspicious--like she knew something was up. Milan was snapped back to her body by the doorman's question.

"Miss Moretti--can I call you a cab service or anything?" Milan turned back to the man behind the desk, smiling.

"No, I'm actually waiting on mine, thanks!" In reality, Milan hadn't ever had to wait for anything. Her service did a fantastic job. She did text her driver, though--asking if he was available for an unscheduled ride. He told her he could be there in 15 minutes, which was more than enough time for her to determine how she'd affect the situation upstairs.

She started in the closet. The young woman was hiding inside, holding her pants and shoes. She was still wearing her sweatshirt, underwear and socks. Milan's focus flowed around her, and while the couple talked, they came into the bedroom as the man got dressed to go to his obviously made-up 'meeting' to get this woman--his current girlfriend, Milan had guessed--out of his apartment.

She could have simply blasted the closet doors open and flushed the girl out to watch the fireworks...that would have been easy. Milan instead determined that she'd use this sensitive situation to her advantage by testing the offending parties with her newfound supernatural abilities.

She started with the co-ed locked in the closet. Her body was undeniably fit, and wonderfully supple in the right places. The first thing Milan did was occupy the fluffy sweatshirt wrapped around her. There was a sense of synesthesia at first, and in Milan's own body she wondered if the split focus would cause her to lose her balance or otherwise cause a scene. When she came back to herself, she sat down in one of the leather chairs at the entry, letting herself sink into it and relaxing as she focused on the sweatshirt again.

The woman was insistent with the guy--a little upset at his distance and asking him to talk to her. She could tell that something was up. While she was physically turned away from the man, Milan made a move. She wasn't sure why at first--she just took action. The manacite flowing through the apartment responded to Milan's whims. Her suede skirt gathered a little in the rear, effectively pinching her. She gasped and turned around to her boyfriend buttoning his shirt.

"Sam, I thought you had to get going," The woman said, smiling. As the man fiddled with the buttons on his shirt, he looked at her, puzzled.

"I do," he said. "What do you mean?" The woman's demeanor brightened when she thought he was physically flirting with her, and she went to swat at his side as he buttoned up. Milan took control of the Brooks Brothers button-down from the bottom, undoing buttons just as the swat came. She made the sleeves lift--forcing his arms up and around the woman's waist. She, of course, took this as Sam playfully messing with her and went in for a kiss. Sam's lips didn't resist her, though he wasn't exactly sure how his shirt seemed to lift his arms on their own. Milan doubled down on the suede skirt, and while Sam was too confused to do anything at all with his hands, the woman's skirt tightened around her ass--where anyone looking would have been able to see two clear handprints pressing into the creamy material and squeezing hard at the fingertips.

"Mmm...Sam..." The woman swore she detected a scent on him--something else, possibly someone else--but they hadn't exactly been dating for that long. She didn't know that accusing him of 'seeing someone else' would come off well, or if they were deep in enough to expect it of him. Pushing him away certainly wasn't the goal here--especially since he seemed to be warming up out of nowhere. She enthusiastically returned what she thought was his grabby gesture around her ass, wrapping her arms around his sides and sinking her own fingers into his slacks.

Milan unbuttoned them.

"Jan--I've...really gotta get ready," The man said, starting to chuckle now. Milan sensed the girl in the closet leaning forward to try to look out of the seam between the closed door and the wall, and the sweatshirt immediately responded to Milan's whim, pushing her back. "Hey--how did you..." The girl made a sound just as she was pushed against the wall, one Jan didn't hear since Sam was speaking at the same time. His pants pulled themselves down, and Jan reacted, pulling away and looking down at him.

"Ha. You look like you're ready for something," Jan said, one of her hands teasing at the waistband of Sam's underwear. "How'd you unbutton those?" She asked.

The girl in the closet was struggling to stay silent now. Somehow her sweatshirt was pulling against the underside of her chest, like she was caught on something. When she tried to lean forward, she found she couldn't--and she wasn't willing to pull harder and risk making a sound. She knew Sam was seeing someone else, and she didn't exactly want to make a scene. But was he actually doing this while she was stuck in the closet? She began to rethink this whole "date an older guy" thing.

"I...didn't," Sam swallowed hard, looking at the closet. Jan clamped to him again, grabbing his package through his underwear and kissing his neck. Milan made the back of his briefs lift, giving him a wedgie and lifting the back of Jan's skirt at the same time. "Jan!" He pulled away, holding her gently at the shoulders before trying to fix his underwear.

"Are you serious? You're gonna play with me like this and leave? You can't be a little late?" Sam couldn't adjust his briefs. He didn't understand it--the wedgie wouldn't give and it was like his waistband was still pulling against him. "Having an issue back there?" Jan sneered.

"I don't know what's going on with my clothes," he said, turning around to get a look at a mirror. Jan's eyes went wide when she saw it. His underwear was...giving him a wedgie...by themselves?

"Sam, your--" Jan gasped as her skirt flipped itself up, all the way around her waist. Milan was grinning in the lobby now, keeping just enough focus in her body to see if her driver Andrew has arrived yet. The rest of her mind was occupied between the couple and girl in the closet--and since the manacite acted on instructions, Milan was starting to get used to letting go of the remote direct control she gained by simply issuing the commands and letting the substance handle itself. It certainly made it easier to focus on multiple perspectives.

"Jan! How did you do that?" Sam asked. "How are you--yahh!" Sam was yanked backward as Milan got bolder. It was time to break this situation open and watch the fun. "What the fuck is gong on?!" Sam tried to grab the waistband of his underwear from both sides and pull down, but now he heard pops and snaps as his designer briefs stretched tighter, pulling him to his toes and digging into his thighs where the fabric tensed against him.

Jan couldn't help but laugh--she was trying to push her skirt down all around, but it was defying her. She had no idea what was happening, but watching Sam struggle against his own underwear...

"How did--I--do that?" Jan laughed nervously. "Sam, you're practically being lifted up!" As she started to approach him, her suede skirt unclipped itself. She felt the tension on her waist go loose--and the zipper soon followed. The skirt hiked itself even higher, and now her own panties seemed to tickle against her slit, making her gasp again as she clasped a hand against them. "Sam is--is this place fucking haunted?"

The girl in the closet had heard enough to know she was being fucked with. She pushed herself forward with all her strength, lunging toward the center of the closet. As she did, her jeans pulled themselves out of her hands, and the closet doors burst open.

For just a moment, Jan looked right at the girl on the closet floor. The girl stared back for the same moment until both sets of eyes tracked to something even more unexpected--the coed's own jeans. They'd leapt out of her hands and began running toward Sam's bedroom door.

"Shit!" Jan exclaimed, dodging the charging pants even as she struggled against her own clothes. "Who--Sam--who is that?"

"Who am I?" The coed shouted back, her eyes darting from Sam to Jan as he watching her jeans run out of the bedroom and toward the apartment's entryway. "What the hell have I gotten in the middle of here? Are you people, like, kinky wizards or something?" The girl stood herself up and shouted as she heard the apartment door open. "T-tell my jeans to like, come back!"

"Arghhh!" Sam shouted. Now he was lifted clear into the air. He started falling forward as a result of his ghostly mega-wedgie lifting him from the back, but now his expensive button-down popped open, and the two tails of the shirt doubled back on his arms and tied them over his head, keeping him steady. Jan watched Sam in awe, looking down at her underwear again as they seemed to become more assertive. When she removed her hand, both her and the co-ed's eyes were drawn to her crotch, where Jan's pink cotton underwear displayed a wiggling cleft. Not only did she have a camel toe--but like Sam's outfit and the haunted jeans, her panties were being manipulated somehow.

"Um...I'm uh--" The coed didn't bother to finish her sentence. She bolted toward the door, but was shocked still again when her shoes leapt out of her hands and ran out of the bedroom. Once she steeled herself--she decided she needed out of this apartment whether she got her clothes back or not. Except--"Shit, my phone!" She went on her way again, but now Sam's bedroom door slammed shut. She turned around, looking scared now. "What the fuck!? Let me out!"

"Unngh..." Jan bit her lip, shivering a little as her panties played with her. "It's--not us!" She said, looking back at the girl. "Sam, what's happening!?" He winced, looking down at his package. It was being squeezed by his briefs, and he didn't have a good explanation as to why this girl was in his apartment, let alone why he was defying gravity while everyone's things seemed to have a mind of their own.

Milan chuckled to herself as Andrew's SUV came into view. She rose off of the leather chair and headed for the door, keeping her mind on what was going on upstairs--but letting all her commands play out on their own. Now it was more like watching a movie in her head...and she hadn't yet decided when or how to show mercy to this poor triad upstairs.

"So long, Miss Moretti!" Said the doorman. Milan gave him a polite wave. Using this new power was fun--but being a little more recognizable than most people meant she should probably keep herself distanced from the locus of the action for now.