Try a couple more things

I figured there were a few more things I could try without upsetting too much at the office.

Sally, come over to my office. I watched in wonder as a pen danced over my calendar, sketching out a familiar female figure in more and more detail as I focused on it.

She came through the door non-plussed, as if she didn’t remember how she got there. My pen dropped on the desk. If she saw it writing by itself before it fell, she didn't mention it.

“Did you need me?” She asked. I nodded at her.

“So...you remember everything I told you earlier?” I asked. She shrugged a little and nodded, looking around the room absently. I couldn’t help but laugh. Her usual attitude seemed blunted...as if she was tamed or something.

You’re going to be my test subject, sweetie. All I had to do is think the words, and her gaze met mine. She simply nodded again. I snapped my fingers, and one of her buttons came undone. She looked down at her blouse, shifting her cleavage a couple of times and looking back up at me.

“Well, that worked,” I said. Sally nodded again.

“Mmhmm.”

I just popped her blouse button with my mind, and that's all I get? Mmhmm?! I scowled a little, jerking my head the least bit as I motioned at her skirt. The clasp popped open, and the zipper rode down its track until her skirt fell off. Waving my hand at her blouse, I **** the front open all at once.

Now she stood there in her bra, panties and stockings. She still wasn't very engaged with what was happening, though.

And now I realized it. She was following my own commands to the letter. Even if I could burst into flame and reform my body from cinder (I'm pretty sure I can't), she wouldn't find it impressive: I told her to obey my commands and not to find anything I said out of the ordinary.

“Okay Sal, let's try this. I need you to be yourself--or this isn't going to be as fun for me. You're still going to do as I say, and you won't make a scene for us in front of ANYONE else in this office, but I think I miss your smart-ass mouth.”

“What makes you think I wasn’t just going along with the rest of it?” Sally asked, raising an eyebrow. “So you can turn my brain to mush, and you can move things with your mind—and all you’ve managed to do to me is get me down to my skivvies?”

She reached down to grab her skirt, and I stopped her with a telekinetic hand on the back of her neck.

I mean, that’s obviously a challenge... I mentally whispered to her. So you were all too happy to soak up what was happening earlier. I let go of her neck and stroke her hair with remote fingertips, letting her pull up her skirt. I’m just going to pull it off again—but I don’t mind repeating the process.

“I was freaking out,” She said back. “I still am. Knowing that you could probably wipe my identity at whim is, you know, a little freaky. But, I mean...it could happen to worse-looking guys.”

Now you’re just flattering me, I silently replied. She looked back at me, and didn’t say a word.

But—she did. She kind of had to nudge me into it, but I had some kind of breakthrough when I thought about my level of control over her. It came by whim—not by some kind of mechanical process. It wasn’t really a signal I had to give off. I just...wanted to know what she was thinking. At that second, that’s what I wanted. And I heard it:

If I was lying, wouldn’t you already be able to tell that anyway?

“I know what you’re thinking before you think it,” I say, playing it up. And I totally don’t...but I’ll be damned if I didn’t pick the right woman to experiment with. She throws her blouse over her shoulders and narrows her eyes at me, shaking her head. I realize she’s actually thinking at me again, and this time I open the channel. Entirely.

--can read this, you fucking dimwit--you’re just going to let me put them all back on? After what you started there?

I laugh out loud. Giving Sally back her attitude was all I needed for motivation.

It doesn’t matter if they’re on, sweetie. Your voice trembles through her, low and sonorous. If I can undress you a room away, you don’t think I can handle something like this?

With a little bit of imagination, I manifest forces that make Sally squeak, craning her body forward. With her ass high in the air, I watch as invisible fingertips squeeze and prod her flesh. Suddenly, in concert, two invisible hands grab Sally’s ass tight while something thick and unseen enters her pussy from behind her. I can hear her moan—in my head and in the room—and I realize my psychic connection with her goes beyond a telepathic exchange.

I look down at my cock, hard as fuck and hopping mad at the psychic attention. I can feel everything happening to Sally on the nerve endings of my dick—as if my cock is astrally traveling and radioing the signals back to home base.

Sally and I are both practically on the verge of coming when I hear something outside my office...