THE NEW COACH CHAPTER 37 (Josephina's PoV)

Josephina's POV:

My name’s Josephina Katniss Corlene. 51 years old. I was formerly a Chief Accountant of a big tech company, but I decided to retire early. I had amassed enough money for the remainder of my life anyway. I missed the excitement of my youth because of all the hustle and chasing money, so I wanted to work on my passion now that I was no longer on the office grind. I always had a thing for writing, especially for fantasy, the adult kind.

I was on vacation at my summer cabin when I found a boy being swept by the river current and stranded at the riverbank not far from my cabin. I quickly did what I could to save the boy’s life. I looked at the boy and realized that he was wearing a patient gown.

A runaway patient? Or… After doing some first aid I could, I decided not to bring him back to the hospital but called my personal doctor. My gut feeling told me that the boy was someone with a story. Just the right time when I prayed to God to give me some inspiration for my new novel.

We managed to save the boy from a critical condition. The boy woke up the next day.

The boy's name was Scott Robinson. Aside from the name, I didn’t ask him much at first and waited until he recovered enough so he wouldn't be on guard against me.

It took him about 4 days until he recovered enough and managed to walk again.

“I’m feeling better, thank you for helping me, Mrs. Corlene,” the boy said to me.

“Alright, tell me what happened, Scott. I think I have the right to know because I am the one who saved you; maybe I can help you more,” I asked him.

The boy then told me his story. My jaw almost dropped because what he told me sounded like something straight out of erotica that I had read. Mind control. A mind controller took control of his family, friends, and people in his school. Just hearing about it made me feel hot.

As expected, my gut feeling wasn't wrong. This boy could be my source of inspiration. My desire to help him grew stronger. I wanted to be involved in the event. I knew the risk. But it wouldn't be every day that I could experience something that felt out of fiction like this. This was my chance to regain excitement in my life.

“That’s a lot of things happening to you, and it’s kind of unbelievable, honestly. Mind control? That’s the stuff of fiction! But I believe you; reality can be more unbelievable than fiction.” I replied to him.

The boy looked stunned as he heard my response. “You believe me?”

I nodded. “I am. As an aspiring writer, I prefer to believe that extraordinary things like mind control exist. It gives me inspiration for my story.”

Oops. I hope he didn’t think that I belittle his plight just as a content material for my story. I quickly corrected my words, “I didn’t mean to belittle your life experience just for my excitement and inspiration.”

“It’s okay,” I answered.

I let out a relieved breath. “I decided that I want to help you as much as I can.”

“You don’t need to involve yourself in this matter, Mrs. Corlene. They are dangerous and able to warp people’s minds. You might no longer be yourself if they get you.”

You shouldn’t prevent me from chasing excitement, young man. I knew the risk, but being mind-controlled might not be a bad thing.

“I insist. I will give you this back if you agree to let me help you. Don’t worry, they won’t get me easily. I am a resourceful woman.”

I had another weapon to force him to accept my help. I took out his phone and wallet that I kept.

Scott contemplated for a moment and then let out a sigh. “Okay, you can help me, Mrs. Corlene.”

I then handed his phone and wallet back. Scott quickly checked his phone.

“How is it? I know you need your phone, so I called some repair guys to fix it up. Sadly, I can’t do much with the content of your wallet.”

Scott checked his wallet at my prompt.

“Mrs. Corlene, did you find a paper note when you went through my wallet?” Scott asked.

“Paper note?” I tried to remember what he referred to, “Ah, the one with smeared words. Wait here.”

I left the room for a few moments before coming back with a piece of paper.

“I’m sorry, the original note was torn when I went to check your wallet, the water soaked the paper, so a simple touch easily tore it away. I tried to write down what I could copy; sadly, many of the letters had been smeared off. This is what I can write down based on my guess.”

Scott’s expression turned bad as he looked at the paper.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

The boy then told me about the address that was given by her aunt, and its significance. So, his aunt told him that the one at this address could help us against the one behind the scenes, a.k.a the mind controller.

“Someone who knows Gail Dixon in Lavender Boulevard...hmm…” I mumbled, “I think we can brute force this.”

“Brute force?”

“Yeah, we just need to ask anyone on Lavender Boulevard whether they knew your aunt or not.”

“Would that take so much time?”

I smiled proudly. “Just leave it to me; didn’t I tell you that I’m a resourceful woman? I know a bunch of good private investigators we could hire. Just don’t worry about it; we should get the right address in three days at most.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Corlene.”

“Just call me Josephina, please. We are partners now; there is no seniority between us.”

“Thank you, Josephina.”

After my talk with Scott. I went to visit one of the private investigators whom I knew to take the job. The private investigator that I hired was Astrid Mohan. She was a young private investigator, but I trusted her skill. I had used her services a few times, and the results were satisfactory. We grew close after working together a few times. We were on stage where we called each other by our first names already.

I arrived at her office. The young Indian girl dressed fashionably, more than usual. Her usual slacks were swapped for a pencil skirt, and a few buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned. And her makeup was thicker than usual

“So, what's the occasion, Astrid? You look stunning. Did you finally find Mr. Special?” I asked in a teasing tone.

Astrid’s face became flustered. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” I raised my eyebrows.

“It’s complicated. The man I think is the one for me is my uncle.”

“Your uncle? Is he as old as your mom? I never expected that you would have that kind of preference, Astrid.”

“My mom is just in her early 40s. But my uncle is younger than her; he is probably in his mid-30s,” Astrid corrected.

“Is he your mom's brother?”

Astrid shook her head. “No, he is not blood-related to my mom. My mom said he is somebody who helped the family back when we just migrated to the state. What a gentleman. The thing that made this complicated was that my mom obviously loves my uncle, so it would be awkward if I also went after him. Though I feel he should be better with me than my old hag.”

I observed Astrid's expression. She was fawning over the man like a schoolgirl thinking about her crush. It's rare to see the serious Astrid behave this way.

Wait, both Astrid and her mom were fawning over the same guy. It felt fishy. Her weird behavior could be explained if she were under someone's mind control.

“Astrid, can you tell me the name of your uncle?”

“It’s Daren, Daren Brown.”

“Daren Brown…” I mumbled the name. The one in Scott’s story was Darel Lebron. “Are you sure it is not Darel Lebron?”

Astrid’s expression suddenly turned serious, and a frown appeared on her face. “Darel Lebron? I think I heard the name somewhere, but my uncle's name is Daren Brown. Why do you think his name is Darel Lebron? I think you should meet my uncle, Josephina. I can arrange a meeting if you want.”

“Okay. I'm interested in seeing who the lucky man is that manages to make someone like you fawn over him.” I needed to make sure whether the man was the mind controller that Scott mentioned. I knew it was a crazy idea to confront the man directly, but as long as I was careful, I wouldn't be taken under his control.

“Uncle Daren will be happy to meet a person such as you. Anyway, Josephina, why are you here?”

“I have a job for you,” I told her about Scott and his story.

“Such an interesting case. I want to talk with this Scott first.”

As I entered the room, I asked Scott about a few things from the data that Astrid gave, and about my story that he accidentally read.

…I just hope that you will give a good ending,” Scott said regarding my story.

“Scott, have you ever thought about being the one in control rather than a victim?”

He was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

“Want to roleplay a bit? Maybe putting yourself in the shoes of the villain will help you with your trauma,” I suggested to him.

“What kind of roleplay?” Scott asked.

“You have read my story; I want you to roleplay as the man who thought himself to be Rasputin from my story. And I will be Safira. The mind-controlled noblewoman. You will act as if you are trying to mind-control me. You can follow what I write, or do some improvisation.”

A preparation for the real thing.

Scott agreed to play along with my suggestion. I roleplayed as Safira, the noble princess who was mind-controlled by Rasputin.

I called Scott my Master. Scott fucked me. His cock was, honestly, inadequate. I barely felt anything. I’m not a virgin; I had my share of cock throughout my 50 years of life. I had experience with big cocks, small cocks, black cocks, white cocks, asian cocks. The important thing was mindset and effort. A small cock like Scott means I needed to put some effort so I could get some pleasure for myself.

“hmmm…yes…I can feel your cock inside me, Master.” I said. A man with a small cock usually liked it when I affirmed that their cock was inside mine. The trick worked on Scott too.

“Do you like it, slut?”

“Yes…yes, master. It’s been so long that someone has made me feel good.” I faked my moan.

Scott turned wild and started to slap my buttocks. Kinky.

A few moments later, Scott came inside me. It had been some years already since I got a man cum inside me.

As I entered the room, I asked Scott about a few things from the data that Astrid gave, and about my story that he accidentally read.

"…I just hope that you will give a good ending,” Scott said regarding my story.

“Scott, have you ever thought about being the one in control rather than a victim?”

He was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

“Want to roleplay a bit? Maybe putting yourself in the shoes of the villain will help you with your trauma,” I suggested to him.

“What kind of roleplay?” Scott asked.

“You have read my story; I want you to roleplay as the man who thought himself to be Rasputin from my story. And I will be Safira. The mind-controlled noblewoman. You will act as if you are trying to mind-control me. You can follow what I write, or do some improvisation.”

A preparation for the real thing.

Scott agreed to play along with my suggestion. I roleplayed as Safira, the noble princess who was mind-controlled by Rasputin.

I called Scott my Master. Scott fucked me. His cock was, honestly, inadequate. I barely felt anything. I’m not a virgin; I had my share of cock throughout my 50 years of life. I had experience with big cocks, small cocks, black cocks, white cocks, asian cocks. The important thing was mindset and effort. A small cock like Scott means I needed to put some effort so I could get some pleasure for myself.

“hmmm…yes…I can feel your cock inside me, Master.” I said. A man with a small cock usually liked it when I affirmed that their cock was inside mine. The trick worked on Scott too.

“Do you like it, slut?”

“Yes…yes, master. It’s been so long that someone has made me feel good.” I faked my moan.

Scott turned wild and started to slap my buttocks. Kinky.

A few moments later, Scott came inside me. It had been some years already since I got a man cum inside me.

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After having sex with Scott and giving him some advice and suggestions, I went back to my room.

My hand was pawing my pussy. I hadn’t had enough. Scott was able to rekindle the flame, but he wasn’t able to satisfy me. I looked at the clock, and there was still plenty of time.

I took out the business card that Astrid gave me and called the number.

“Hello, is this Daren Brown’s number?”

“Yes, I’m Daren Brown.”

“I’m Josephina Corlene. Astrid introduced me to you.”

“Ah, you are that Josephina; Astrid just told me about you,” the man said.

“I know this may be too direct and strange, but can we meet up?”

The man lightly chuckled, “There’s nothing strange about that. I will send you the address; you can find me there.”

This was a mad decision. I should have prepared adequately beforehand to confront a suspected mind controller, but I was too affected by my lust and didn’t bother about taking any proper measures.

Twenty minutes of driving later, I arrived at the place. It was a mini ‘underground’ gym. There was only a man there, arranging the gym machines.

I gulped my saliva. “Are you Mr. Daren Brown, or are you Darel Lebron?” I asked him.

To be Continued.

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