Played Around

For a lack of better words, you were intrigued. It seemed you could hear something in the body... brain waves, nerve signals, or something of the sort, and, more importantly, you could send a message to other people, controlling them.

Now that you mentioned it, you could feel that buzz all around you, but just turning your attention to - reading her name-tag again - Nicole, it became a sort of subdued symphony, with many noises emanating from her body as she went about cleaning your leg. Some were simple monotones, while others were more complex, like a rather unpleasant song. Hearing an intermittent clicking noise, passing "off" and "on" every few seconds, you focused on it, and mentally broadcasted the same "on" noise continuously. Suddenly, Nicole's eyes shut tight, her face contorting in questioning. Taking advantage the moment, you eyed her body, before looking nowhere in particular and stopping the signal. She glared at you for a moment, before finishing up the cleaning.

"Is there anything else you need?" she asked, with a hint of stress in her voice.

"Yeah, I need... the curtains closed, please." You said, thinking quickly

With an audible sigh, she gets up to close them. While she pulled the drapes together, you found the most complex noise of them all, emanating loudly in her head. You couldn't even dare to emulate it, but for the sake of experimentation, you tried to override the noise with the loudest one you could make. Your head nearly split in half at the effort, but steadily, you saw Nicole moving slower and slower, before standing still, facing away from you, standing straight but unresponsive.

"Oh, guess that must have been her thoughts." you said out loud, before realizing your error and freezing. Still no reaction from her, thank goodness. You decided to take a gamble.

Suddenly, Nicole's hands came to life, kind of flopping around aimlessly as you got used to controlling them, finally placing them on her hips. With a large degree of effort, you hooked her thumbs into her pants and pulled them down, revealing her panty-clad ass. With a bit more effort, you **** her to bend over, watching her panties grow taut. As you enjoyed the view, however, she began to tip: you had bent her too far over, causing her to fall over. Fuck.

You could "hear" her waking up, and quickly **** her arms to pull up her pants. Deciding that was enough for now, you faked being asleep as you felt her get up, close the curtains, turn her head around, and walk away, her "sound" slowly fading into the background.

While worried, you could hardly contain your giddiness at what amounted to a near super-power. "I guess the comics were true..." you muttered, nodding off in earnest.