Help Wanted

Reggie smiled to himself as he watched his two most recent playthings literally trip over each other in their earnest haste to begin a new life as finger fuck-buddies.

Despite the sudden carnal appetite for finger penetration setting her libido into overdrive, Carrie appeared to have maintained some level of decorum. The lithe blonde’s neck swiveled about with eyes twitching nervously about the room as she and Melanie quickly made way towards the cafe exit. Carrie’s pixie features were painted the rich pick glow of humiliation as the questing fingers of her right hand traced feathery circles along the exposed taught tummy flesh between Melanie’s now damp clingy pink tank top and painted-on black yoga pants.

For the time being, Carrie appeared the more reserved of the two, while her brunette coifed acquaintance continued her skirmish along both sets of lips with tongue-stroked kisses above and probing fingers below.

“Mel….”, The elven-blonde breathed in a vain attempt to fend off her new lover’s not unwelcome advances. “Not here…..”, she continued to pant, sucking heavy breaths when able around Melanie’s relentless silken-lipped and poking-fingered ****. “At least wait until we get to the Ca…rUMPH!”. Carrie continued to plead before her lips and tongue were thoroughly engulfed by her beautifully determined assailant.

Judging by the unmistakeable bulges of both women hands rapidly stroking beneath their respective partner’s soaking spandex clad mons, Reggie didn’t think they’d make it very far.

“Just…. a-bit….. MOR-AHHHHHH…!”, Carrie shrieked in obvious pleasure before the two intertwined bodies crashed through the front door as a scrambling mass of writhing limbs and tangled blonde and brunette tresses.

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Feeling that this quaint little coffee shop would be as good a place as any to amuse himself, Reggie sat himself at one of the high bar counters ringing the exterior windows to begin preparations. A simple thought sent all men along with women outside his ideal requirements quickly packing their personal items and heading towards the exit.

Reggie casually sipped his lukewarm coffee while critiquing the unsuspecting soon to be participants remaining to partake in his latest perverted experiment.

A young woman he guessed to be in her senior year of high school judging by the now-familiar Fair Oaks uniform immediately caught his eye as she lounged the length of a corner banquette while chirping away on her mobile phone. Reggie loosed a slight smile as he watched her thigh length tartan skirt flash silky pink panty shots as she lay flat backed along the cushioned seating.

With her unfastened blazer over untucked collared white blouse and loosely knotted neck tie matching pleated skirt, Reggie guessed her to be the 'spoilt rebel' type. You know; the Teen Queen daughter of an affluent family who thinks they're making a statement by slightly pushing the upper-class boundaries of socially acceptable, only to cave at the slightest threat of revoked credit card and car privileges.

Her shoulder length midnight locks immaculately styled to a forward angled bob highlighted by maroon tinted tips completed the vogue rebel look clearly influenced from the glossy pages of some upscale fashion magazine. A cute pin studded nose ring and strategically applied cosmetics completed the look, serving to further accent her sharp aristocratic features quite the opposite of the glamor grunge look facade she took such pride in maintaining. The fact that classes were probably still in session confirmed Reggie's punk-princess suspicion.

Reggie continued to sip now-cold coffee while studying his new prey. He focused his thoughts to a pinprick tendril, projecting his will towards the raven haired school girl to pluck the name Corinne Hadensford from her caffeine spiked mind. Corinne continued her animated conversation, occasionally crossing coltish legs in her reclined position to give the coffee shop patrons unobstructed glimpses of her pink pantied sex.

Reggie felt he had a pretty firm grasp on the extents of his 'gift' to this point, what with all the experimentation he had conducted at the expense of the fairer sex. But there was one ability he had been contemplating and thought this would be the perfect opportunity to test his theory.

"I've been able to implant thoughts and feelings, even to the extent of limiting or even suspending the thoughts or actions of my subjects", Reggie mused to himself over a particularly sweet swig of stale coffee indicating he was near the bottom of the cup.

"But what if I could alter a personality?"

What if, through precise manipulation of a persons perceptions and beliefs, he could actually alter their ideology by rewriting memories to create a completely different persona.

Maybe rather than returning the twenty dollar bill she found nestled between the banquette seat cushion to the management as a good deed, she instead pocketed the cash to spend on a remote controlled anal plug vibrator?

And perhaps that cute studded nose ring and thickly applied mascara wasn't really intended to replicate the latest high fashion trends, but an attempt to attract as much cock as possible to fill her needy Teen-Queen pussy?

And what if she hadn't cut classes to meet her boyfriend for a quick make out sesh at the local coffee house, but rather an interview audition for a position at the newest erotic cafe Beans n' Cream?

"Only one way to find out!", Reggie spoke aloud, drawing several curious glances from the remaining crowd of about a dozen attractive female clientele scattered about the cafe. Telepathically issuing his standard silent instructions ensuring no one would find his or any other cafe patrons actions out of the ordinary nor would they leave unless given permission, he made his way towards the teen occupied booth.

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"Yea, like, last time we met, Eric tried to get me to give him a hand job under the table, and I was like, Eww, like NO...!". Corrine spoke candidly to her Bestie Emily who was currently suffering through the algebra class she should have been attending. She giggled playfully at the response from her classmate, curling toes in the 3 inch designer heels she had worn specifically to tease Eric's appreciation for her well shaped legs.

"Like, right?", Corrine continued, "I haven't let him, like, even touch me for over a week since...", she paused briefly, knitting well plucked eyebrows with a strange sensation as if being watched.

Or, worse?

She arched her neck from her flat backed position in time to see a boy she did not recognize approaching from across the cafe with an odd smile splitting thin lips.

"Um, like, hold on a second Em", Corrine cut off her friend's chatter, "Like, I think I've got a creeper alert, Level 5...", She spoke with annoyance, glaring at the intruder. Now nearly at the banquette, he appeared to be about her age if not slightly younger. She made a show of placing her phone on the table so Emily could clearly hear how she put this looser in place. Her pretty features contorted to her best 'don't fuck with me' expression while adjusting herself to a seated position in the booth. She quickly fastened her school blazer closed and tugged her brief skirt a bit lower to better conceal the enticing bulges of ample C cup chest above and pink pantied pussy below.

"Um, like, NOT interested!", Corrine stressed the words, hopeful this slug was quick enough to take a hint. She was well aware that her classic beauty highlighted with a subtle punk edge gave her an exotic look most boys, and many more men found irresistible. Corrine had dealt with more than her fair share of unwanted suitors and knew how to handle herself; whether be it alone or with an audience if needed.

"Oh no?", he asked skeptically, the eerie smile never leaving his lips. "I thought you were here looking for work?". He replied non-plused before pulling up a chair to straddle the front and rest his arms at the high back.

"Isn't that right?", he asked curiously, looking directly into her violet eyes. Corrine noticed a playful gleam as their eyes met, lightly dancing as if in excited anticipation.

Corrine suddenly felt what could only be described as a slight ticketing sensation at the base of her skull.

"Work.?!?!", she almost spat in disgust. "Like, just who the FUCK do you think I am..?!?". She again fixed him with her best GTFO glare hopeful he'll take the hint before she was **** to take the more drastic approach of a public scene.

"Like seriously?", Corrine thought to herself while he continued to blatantly stare through her with that obnoxious, almost-knowing smile. Her father was CEO of the local tech company which pretty much BUILT this fucking city, while her mother was senior partner of VanDerkamp, Stevens, and Scmidt, the most reputable law firm in town. "Work?! Corrine Natasha Hadensford. FUCKING. WORK!?! As IF.", The outward scowl of disgust on her pretty down turned lips were a direct reflection of her internal musings.

"Why in the FUCK would I work when I've had everything I could ever want hand delivered by doting parents **** to keep their Princess happy?". She thought while responding to the awkward silence across the booth with a heavy snort and exaggerated upturned nose.

-tickle-

"Right….?” She thought again on the subject, questioning her initial reaction. The scowl on her pretty face now softening as the gears in her mind seemed to shift. "Like, I don't want to be like them, do I…..?” The narrow brows gracing now questioning eyes furrowed delightfully in response to her contemplation. "That's why I got this stud in my nose, to piss them off..?", she tentatively reached her slender digits to brush her left nostril as if to confirm it was still in place.

The young man leaned forward over the chair back, still observing with that damned obnoxious smile.

"And why I die my hair", she subconsciously reached to brush the deep maroon tinted ends of her full ink hued tresses, "just to fuck with them....right?". Corrine shifted uncomfortably beneath the strange mans gaze. She had a suspicious feeling he knew every detail of the internal struggle raging within her mind.

"And like, why I dress so provocatively...", her hands released the blazer buttons she had fastened when the stranger approached, allowing her full breasts, no TITS, out to breathe on full display beneath her crisp fitted school blouse. She playfully bit her lower lip while sneaking a glance at the young man beside her. "Almost, well, like a whore...", she smiled at the revelation. "And fucking Dave the tech bitch and Donna the legal cunt would, like, HATE it if their little Princess was a WHORE!", Corinne's rewired mind confirmed that this would be the ultimate rebellion against her parents authority.

"And if I could get a JOB as a WHORE...!", she giggled giddily at the prospect. She again looked into those gorgeous steel grey eyes beside her, this time with huger and purpose. She scooted forward to the edge of the seat cushion about a foot from the handsome strangers seat, taking a moment to run her tongue enticingly along lush lips to apply a glossy spit coated sheen.

"Why yessssss...", Corinne sensually purred before puckering her full lips into a kiss. She reached her left hand to heft tit girth for better display for her potential employer while reaching her right to casually end the boring conversation with Emily. She could always fill her in later, or maybe even put in a recommendation! It would be, like, AWESOME if they could work together. Poor Em's tits couldn't come close to competing with her own, but that KILLER bubble butt along with her wholesome girl next door looks we're sure to get her some SERIOUS cock!

"I DO happen to be looking for some work...", she smiled, accompanied with a flirtatious giggle and bounce that set her teen tit flesh to jiggling. She suddenly gave a coquettish frown, raising her left hand to coyly nibble on red lacquered nail while dropping the left to fan the pleated tartan skirt covering her rapidly moistening sex. "But ONLY if I can get my pussy STUFFED all DAY!”, she pouted prettily towards her potential employer while fluttering long thick lashes.

"I think that can be arranged", the gorgeous man responded to Corrine's squeals of delight.

The newly minted teen waitress stripper whore abruptly bounded to her feet in excitement, sharp heels clacking on the polished wood floor. Corrine tried not to appear overly eager as she bent stiffly at the waist to present her fun bags at master's eye level for closer inspection. She then reached behind to run the delicate fingers of right hand along the leather seat she had occupied to gather the accumulated cunt juice on the cushion. Corrine took a moment to deposit each cum drenched finger through puckered lips to languidly suck the moisture clean before offering a spit soaked hand to seal the deal.

"Corinne Natasha Hadensford", the newly sexed up Teen Queen purred, still stiffly bent at the waist with extended hand. “But you can name me WHATEVER you WANT!”, she practically panted at the prospect of being owned by this gorgeous young man.

"Reggie", her master spoke, sending bolts of pure pleasure directly to her throbbing pussy. Her vertical lips drooled at his velvety voice, instantly soaking through her pink silk panties to audibly drip on the floor below.

"Now let's get you in uniform and start the audition", Corinne's eyes went wide and white, rolling back into the skull as Master Reggie took her soiled hand in his own. Reggie was quick to leap forward in time to catch her **** form, still convulsing from the aftershocks of the powerful orgasm wracking her body.

"Well, I'd say that was a success!", Reggie mused aloud, carrying Corrine's limp body through the cafe to the changing room without so much as a glance from the remaining attractive female patrons despite the erotic scene that had just occurred.

As Reggie passed each table on the way to readying Corrine for her new employment as Bean n' Cream's newest, (and first), waitress stripper whore, he took the opportunity to scout the patrons for his next perverted experiment.