Amy my (almost) intellectual equal.

There was only one person at this school whose intellect I respected, even if she was no match for my own, and it was this intellect that I would now control using it to supplement my own and the fact that it came in such an attractive package was simply a bonus. Amy Lee, whose mixed Asian and Middle Eastern ancestry had given her both a sharp mind and an exotic beauty, but whose intelligence had caused her to stand apart from the plebian multitude, just as I had.

I saw Amy sitting at her usual spot on a seat beneath a tree, book in hand, chessboard in front of her as she continued her customary game. To most bullies this would have been an open invitation, but after a the first five people to knock over her pieces were suspended for infractions ranging from hacking the school computers to having gay sex in the change-rooms, most people realized she was not to be messed with. Such inventiveness and vindictiveness just made her more attractive to me.

I turned on the glasses.

"Hello Amy" I said.

"Hello John"she said reaching into her bag and putting on a pair of sunglasses before looking up at me. To my profound shock and annoyance her face remained as impassive as ever, not going blank as it should have. "I see you finally managed to miniaturize your optical mind control device. Have you tested it yet?"

"H-how …?" I stammered (not, I'll admit my finest hour)

"How am I not under your control? Please, John, give me some credit. I have known of your plan to build those glasses for months, ever since I realised what all those components you were collecting were for. Well it was either that or a solar powered ****-ray, and you're too subtle for that, wholesale **** just isn't your thing. Anyway I built my own glasses to cancel out the effect since I thought it likely you would attempt to dominate me thereby both removing your greatest intellectual adversary and turning it to your side.

"You? You!" I shouted and attempted to grab for her sunglasses.

I suddenly found myself sitting across from her with my erect cock in my hand.

"What?…" I said

"Just an example of why trying to grab my glasses off is a bad idea," said Amy "Especially when yours are still on. Mine don?t just refract the mind control waves of yours, they can also reflect them. Oh and you can put your cock away."

I tucked my erect cock back into my pants still fuming. It wasn't that she looked smug, just unafraid, aware that I was no threat to her. "Don't worry," She said "No-one saw. Although, if you don't mind me saying, if a few of the girls had you might just be a little more popular with them."

"Really?" I asked slightly shocked out of my stewing anger.

"Yes. I mean it's only my opinion, and I can't say I've seen a large variety, but from where I was sitting I would say you were very well equipped."

I found myself slightly mollified by her words (although not entirely convinced of their honesty). Still when a beautiful girl tells you that she's impressed with your 'equipment' it's hard to keep hating them.

"So what now?" I asked "Do we pit our intellects against each other like some giant game of chess" I looked at the board.

"Not unless you want to." She said "Personally I would prefer to join forces. You have something that can aid my plans immeasurably and your goals are not in opposition to mine. I see no problem with you achieving world domination, and I'm sure you have no problem in aiding me, in fact I believe you might enjoy it, some of it very much so."

"Exactly what are your goals?" I asked.

"I wish to enhance the human species through selective breeding." She said "My own superiority shows the advantages of correct breeding programs and I wish to improve on it, as well as create other superior humans."

"You're a Eugenicist." I said.

"Yes, but unlike those fools who have sullied the name of Eugenics in the past with talk of 'racial purity' I seek to create the best humanity can be by using via selective interbreeding and I want you to help me. By using your mind control glasses you will be able to ensure that the correct people not only breed but stay together afterward."

"And why exactly should I help you with your mad schemes?" I asked.

She smiled at the 'Mad' label. "First you will be able to get people to do what they otherwise wouldn't, many of those who I believe would create the best children would balk at the idea of being seen talking let alone having sex, and no-one who creates mind control devices isn't into that. Second you are intelligent enough to realize that working with me is better than working at cross purposes which is why you attempted to 'recruit' me. And third my plans involve you and I having a lot of sex since I have determined that you are by far the most appropriate candidate to ensure my ... I mean our superior intellect is not lost in the next generation. The fact that I will likely enjoy it more than I was expecting to is simply a bonus. So what do you say John?"