Ellen Page

Panic grips you for a moment, but thinking about the stone in your pocket calms you back down pretty quickly. Taking a deep breath you say, "Sorry, the machine had some trouble and I only just got it working. Who is it and where is the car?"

After sighing dramatically, your boss says, "Of course you did. It's Ellen Page. Her vehicle for today is a gray Tesla parked in the back, and it has dark, tinted windows. Run back there and get the keys from Clay on your way out."

"Of course, thank you sir." A tone plays from your phone as the call ends, so you shrug and put it in your pocket. Emma Page has been pretty nice to you in the few interactions you've had with her thus far, but the fantasies of control that are playing through your mind only grow stronger. You twirl the stone between your fingers, and finally decide to just use it like you want to. The pull of your arousal and perversion is strong enough, and it seems to you as though the stone could probably get you out of any trouble that you could get into.

Having made up your mind, you pocket your phone and run to the back of the building. After a few minutes, you make it and spot Clay anxiously waiting by the door. He's an assistant, but he commands a fair amount of respect. Not yours, though. Mostly because he tends to lord the little power that he has over you while playing nice with the higher ups. As you approach, he sighs in mock exasperation, opens the door, points at a car, and says, "About time. I told them you couldn't handle this, but her Tesla is six to the right from that SUV there. And here are the keys."

You take the keys that he holds out, but as you head out the door you suddenly grab the stone in your pocket and stop. Turning to him, you say, "Thanks I guess. You've always been pretty mean to me though, and I don't want to forgive that. So, you have such a hair trigger that you cum after a few seconds of seeing a hot girl or even thinking about something sexual. Also, whenever you orgasm you shoot out as much cum as you would after not cumming for six months. And you fully recover from each orgasm after fifteen seconds, so you can do it again."

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" Clay asks, seething, his whole body tensing as he steps menacingly in your direction.

Feeling a spark of brazen courage, you respond, "Nothing important," and pat him on the shoulder with a fake smile. He looks confused for a second, then even more angry. Before he can do anything though, you see Anne walking by out of the corner of your eye. Quickly, you point at her and say, "But Anne's pretty hot today, huh? I mean, just think of what that would be like."

Clay glances at her, but you can tell that he's trying not to think about her and his face is reddening. Which probably means that what you did worked. As he turns back to you, your suggestion leads him to think about Anne sexually. He suddenly whips his head away from you, embarrassed and seemingly scared, and you see his hips imperceptibly thrust even as his hands clench and move down towards his crotch. You smile slightly, and walk away before he can do anything else, closing the door behind you.

Cathartic though that was, you really do need to hurry now if you want to actually be the one to pick up Ellen today. You identify her car fairly quickly, get to it, and start it up. As you drive to the front, you think more about what you want to do when you finally have her in the car with you.

When you pull up to Ellen, she's waiting impatiently and quickly gets in the backseat. Frustrated, she says, "Please be faster next time." After a moment, she continues, still frustrated but also apologetic, and says, "Sorry, but I am running late for a date with my wife, and this was the only time we could meet."

"No problem, I understand," you respond, your mind racing. "Um, where to then?"

She sighs, then says, "To my temporary house. I'm meeting her there, and the directions should be on that GPS under home."

You find 'home' on the available GPS, and start to head there. It's in a secluded area about twenty minutes away. As you drive, Ellen starts to look out the window. You steal glances at her, finding her to be incredibly cute and attractive, but her demeanor makes you pause. You can feel your arousal growing, your resolve grumbling, but you can't quite decide what to do. The stone seems to burn against your hand, and you finally make a choice.