The stylist

With Lachelle gone and my libido assuaged for the time being I thought about the mental power I had gained. It may be temporary, but as far as I could tell it showed no signs of weakening. If anything the opposite was true. And, I had to think about what happened with Lachelle, how my mind reading went in one instance from auditory to visual. I had to check that out. A group of mall rats passed by and I could hear the background chatter inside their heads, but no imagery. I was close enough to Lachelle at the time to be touching (in fact I was squeezing her ass as I recall). A small hairdresser's unit was open with one stylist and two customers, one waiting and the other with her head back in a sink being lathered up.

Dont mind me. Anything I do is fine! I sent to the three of them in turn as I wandered in.

This one's always trouble. Never happy with the color. There's always something the matter with it. I wonder why the hell she keeps coming back! "Everything all right there madam?" she said as she massaged the lather into the cusomer's scalp.

Oh fuck this is awesome. Its the most intimate anyone gets with me since the divorce. Her hands are so gentle, yet foreceful. I wonder what they would be like down there. Mmmm. I wish I'd experimented with women when I was younger. I got married too soon dammit. "Hmm, water's a little too cool". she replied.

Cow. Thought the stylist and adjusted the temperature.

I got closer to them, but no images appeared. Huh. I got right up to them, leaned over and massaged some of the shampoo into the customer's hair. Actually touching her head. Other than an acknowledgement that I was doing that and it was fine. I got nothing. What the hell was it? Why couldn't I see inside their minds.

Frustrated, I dipped my hands in the water once more covering them in soapy water then grabbed both of the customers breasts and squeezed them, soaking her thin polyester dress and making it cling to her chest. Of course this was fine too.

Cheered up a little by this, I soaked them some more, then turned and did likewise to the stylist, although her uniform was thicker and her breasts smaller. However, I felt I had to, just to be fair. Neither complained or mentioned it. Suddenly, I got an image from the stylist's mind, she was looking down at herself, naked. An asian girl's lips were around her right nipple. Somehow me wetting and rubbing her breast with the sink water had triggered this memory for her. Ok, something to work with.

So what was it? Maybe it was just that Lachelle had happened to have a strong connection with her mother or she was thinking particularly hard about her. I was still thinking about this as I got up to leave the shop, drying my hands on the red hair of the girl waiting to be styled. She didn't mind of course. With a parting thought I stopped and sent them some final messages. To the stylist. Masturbate her vigorously when you have finished doing her hair. To the customer, say thank you and mean it! Leave a good tip! To the next customer, enjoy the show and ask for the same! There, satisfied I had improved the world slightly I carried on.

Further along I came to the multiplex, surprisingly still open. Still it was a Saturday afternoon and there should definitely still be customers in.

I convinced the girl in the booth, a girl with a long blonde pony tail and a beaming smile, to give me her phone number, a ticket, a large coke and a bucket of popcorn for free then went into the theatre to take my seat. If the movie was a dud, I could always call her to come in and suck my dick.