To one of her favorite luxury retailers

Milan was able to project the manacite substrate with her mind now; she'd seen that in the elevator. With the concentrated material all her around her beneath her clothing, annd the extra vials in her purse, she'd almost certainly have enough to play around for most of the day--as long as she didn't try anything too grand.

Andrew waved politely as he paced around to her side of the black SUV.

"Milan, how are you this morning?"

"Better than usual, Andrew," She smiled. She'd already sent a nigh-invisible beam of mist toward the vehicle's door, and just as Andrew approached, it opened on its own. He jumped back a little bit, then caught the door as it swung open, giving Milan a confused look.

"That's--that's good to hear," He said. "Milan, did you see that?" He asked as she was about to make her way in. She raised an eyebrow and nodded.

"Andrew, you spend more time with me than almost anyone--other than my PA," Milan said. "Can you keep a secret?"

"For you, Milan, anything," Andrew said.

"I have a hell of a story for you," Milan said, sitting in her seat, letting a thin mist of manacite drift out her sleeves and toward the front of the vehicle. "I'll tell you on the way to Bacchiarla." He nodded, shutting the door.

As he returned to his driver's side door, Milan's assistive manacite was busy infiltrating the steering column, the pedals, the air ducts--exploring every system of the car. She didn't really have much mechanical aptitude, never having been interested in these things, but for some reason the gestalt picture of the vehicle she was recieving from her Manacite-imbued senses were helping her put together all sorts of details.

Andrew got into the vehicle and buckled his seat belt.

"Bacchiarla, then?" He asked. Milan put up a hand as he was about to put the car in gear.

"Wait, wait..." Milan said, exploring something else now. "So, the secret I want to share with you," she started, "It's going to seem pretty crazy at first, but I need kind of a...confidante to bounce some ideas off of." While she spoke, more of the thinly concentrated mist flowed from beneath her sweaterdress and jacket, and toward Andrew himself.

"O--kay," Andrew said, narrowing his eyes at her in the rearview mirror. "Bounce away, boss."

Milan was rolling up the cuffs of his slacks. She was flowing into his glossy Florshiem shoes, into his CK briefs. She'd always found Andrew pretty attractive, but he was also one of the most reliable parts of her entourage, and she didn't want to unbalance that relationship or give the press anything to talk about. Also, she was pretty sure he was involved with someone. No ring--but he'd talked about his girlfriend before when Milan offered up her own relationship woes.

None of that was stopping her now.

"Well, first things first. If I show you something that's going to make you think you're dreaming--do you promise, absolutely promise--not to freak out?" Milan asked, biting her lip a little as he looked at her through the rearview again.

"Haaaa, no!" He said, turning himself around to look at her through the cabin divider. "Not when someone like you puts it like that. What kind of bomb gossip are you about to drop on me this time?" She grinned like a imp. "Nice jacket, by the way. Very flashy."

"You like it?" Milan asked. Andrew nodded. "Not gossip this time--not really--but it's something you absolute can't share with anyone, and I absolutely promise you that it's going to blow your mind." Andrew started laughing again.

"So is it something we can talk about while I drive you to Bacchiarla, or it is so mind-blowing that I'm going to drive us over curbs?" He asked. "Because right now I'm in a white zone, and the meter maids in your neck of the woods aren't very nice." Just as he was about to shift the car into gear, Milan's eyes harbored a faint glow.

"You can leave the driving to me. Watch," Milan said. His brow furrowed as the button on the shifter pushed itself in--and he lost contact with the brake pedal under his foot.

"What the--" Andrew gasped as the car shifted into reverse. The wheel spun, and just as he was about to grab it, his seatbelt tightened against him, pulling him back against the seat. Something was tugging at his shirt and jacket sleeves, repelling his hands from grabbing the out-of-control wheel. "Milan?"

"You can relax, Andrew. I told you it was pretty unbelievable." He took slow, deep breaths as he watched the car shift itself again, this time into drive. The wheel spun the other direction, and the turn signal indicated a traffic-bound motion before the car accelerated out of the parking lane, flowing smoothly into the city street all on it own.

"You--you're really doing this?" Andrew trembled. He leaned back and looked at Milan through the rearview again, and she was grinning wide as she nodded. "Uh--all of it?" He asked again, trying to pull his arms from the armrests.

"All of it, Andrew. Not just the car. Promise to relax?" Milan asked. Andrew swallowed hard and nodded at her through the mirror.

"Promise. Promise." He felt his sleeves go loose around his arms, and his hands instinctually went to the wheel as the SUV slowed to a stop behind another vehicle at a stop light. "Milan, is this r--"

"Real? It's real. Insane, right? I said the same thing when I first experienced all this. You can let your hands off the wheel, you know. I promise I won't hurt your baby." Andrew slowly pulled his hands back.

"H-how, Milan?" He asked.

"I think the real question is, what should I do with it?" She asked him. As the light turned green, Andrew had to stop himself from trying to control the car again. The pedals and the steering wheel did all the work on their own as he stared at Milan in the back seat again.

"Jesus, Milan, anything you want!" Andrew laughed. "Are you like, a superhero now or something?" He brushed his sleeves as his SUV drove itself through Midtown. "I would ask if you, like, hacked my vehicle or something — but you were holding my sleeves back too, weren't you?" She just nodded, mentally tugging at his seatbelt again. "How can you see where you're going from back there?"

"It's not like that," Milan said. "I'm not actually driving; your SUV is." She didn't want to admit that she wasn't sure exactly how it worked — but she mentally commanded the thing to follow the traffic laws and not to hit anybody. She'd given far more complex directions that day, and the Manacite showed no signs of not being able to keep up. "It's kind of like telekinesis, except that I only give commands...and the things around me — at least in my general vicinity — follow them perfectly."

"And you can just keep all these things in your head at once?" Andrew asked.

"From what I can tell, I don't need to," Milan said. "There's even stuff going on back at my apartment building…even now," Milan said, closing her eyes to focus on the Manacite back at the building.

"That's — that's practically godlike power, Milan!" Andrew said. "Were you zapped by aliens or something?" He asked. Milan shook her head.

"I'll tell you more, but first I want you to play ball with me," Milan said. "This is my first time using it in public, and people know who I am...so I'm sort of at a disadvantage." Andrew laughed.

"Yeah, yeah...a disadvantage." He laughed again. "One of the most gorgeous known quantities in New York — a penthouse owner at the Brookline — and now the fabric of reality just bends to your will." He couldn't help but laugh again.

"Drew, I'm serious! This is freaky-deeky, right?" He nodded vigorously, looking at her in the rearview again. "Well, keep me company…and let's just kind of find out what I can do." Andrew sighed, just looking down at his dashboard as his car went on its way.

"Well, between the tinted windows in the fact that some of these things can practically drive themselves anyway…at least my hands off driving won't look too weird." He turned around to look at her. "You're right — I really do think I'm dreaming. Does anyone else know about this?"

"You're the first person I've told about it," Milan shrugged. Drew snickered, shaking his head at her.

"I'm...pretty honored, to be honest," he said. "Why me, though?"

"You never blab…" Milan smiled. "Even Teresa blabs." Andrew raised his hands, smiling.

"It's good to be trusted by a goddess," he said. Milan blushed.

"Don't...don't call me that," Milan said. "It's bound to go to my head in a hurry." He grinned.

"Maybe all the better I keep doing it," he chuckled. Milan giggled a little, holding herself back from any untoward thoughts that Andrew's charm was inciting. His freshly-cut hair, clean-shaven face, and impeccable suit weren't helping. "So, if you don't mind me asking… What's happening back at your apartment?"

"You know, give me a second and I'll tell you."

Milan didn't have to focus to control the Manacite back at the apartment building, but she did have to focus in order to let her perception carry her back there. In just a moment, she was back in the apartment she had affected...and things had certainly accelerated beyond any of her direct intentions.

Jan was riding her boyfriend in the air, her Manacite imbued panties still around her hips. The crotch was pulled to the side to give Sam's cock unfettered access to her, but the fabric at her rear was gripping and massaging her as she bounced up and down on Sam.

As for the coed, she got her phone back...though it wasn't really behaving in a way she expected. She was across from the couple, and apparently, where Milan's intentions had ended — Jan's happily took over. The coeds phone was filming her as she hovered in the air, her arms tied behind her with her sweatshirt, which had taken itself off. Her panties were teasing against her clit, and a pair of Jan's gloves were at her exposed breasts, pinching her nipples and lifting and slapping at her tits. Sam's underwear had escaped him and were placed over her head now.

In the background, her jeans and shirt were bent over Jan's vanity, taking punishment from one of Jan's long sleeved blouses. Clearly Jan's will was the strongest here — and instead of being overcome by the rage of jealousy, her innermost buried intentions were forcing the coed to watch Sam fuck Jan while Jan's belongings had their way with the girl.

Milan gasped, blinking her eyes when her focus was back in her body. Witnessing the scene had more than mentally aroused her — the act of her astral-like presence alone had her body experiencing the event. Looking back at Drew, she realized she was wet.

"Um…there's quite a bit going on my building, actually," Milan snickered. "Let's, um, talk about it a little later."

"Sure," Drew said. He could tell she looked little flushed. She disappeared somewhere for a few seconds, and he wasn't sure if she knew she made a little sound in front of him. This was all too unreal, and he wasn't about to push her.

He knew he was lucky to be along for the ride.