The training of Mr B

Part1: Meeting Mr B
To protect the guilty I will not use the real name of my client but will refer to him only as Mr B. The first thing I noticed about Mr. B was how timid he was. He was a young man of about 18 but he had a care-ridden face that made him look years older. He walked into the room as if stepping on eggshells; the whole time he talked he avoided eye contact. He came from a prestigious and wealthy family. His natural mother had passed away 5 years ago. His father a man in his early 70’s remarried a young blond gold digger with 2 daughters. From the moment the I do’s were said young Mr. B’s life became a living hell. His step mother had waged 5 year campaign to undermine Mr. B. Her motive as far as I could surmise was greed. By making Mr. B appear incompetent and a fool the father whose health was failing would have **** but to entrust the mother and daughters with the family businesses.

A plan
What needed to be done was obvious, the haughty mother and her spoiled daughters needed a taste of their own medicine and it would only be fitting that Mr. B administer it. The goal of the mother was to undermine and humiliate Mr. B to make him disappear so to speak. A crafty idea formed. Not many of the **** I possessed could be taken by an untrained mind without causing permanent damage. However I had one that I felt Mr. B could handle and would give him an edge in his battle with step mom and daughters

Training and a special ****
I met with Mr. B for an hour a day for a week. He took to the training quite well despite being highly skeptical about the result. It was now time for a test. I took Mr. B to a downtown mall. We went into the men’s room and waited for it to empty. He then downed my **** and began a mediation that both relaxed and focused his mind creating emptiness within and without. I left the restroom with Mr B the new invisible man.

What happened next was a disaster. Forgetting his invisibility he kept bumping into some very startled people. Once a security guard actually grabbed him in a headlock

More training
With out a doubt if Mr B didn’t improve his skill catastrophe would befall. My neck was also in the noose if his invisible ass got caught. I was beginning to regret not doing the job myself. After all I really enjoyed humiliating beautiful arrogant women. However I decided to stick with the course I had chosen for two reasons. First by giving the target women a sporting chance against Mr. B’s more limited capabilities the game would be more interesting. After all who wants to watch a game where the competition is nonexistent. Also Mr B would only experience the liberation he needed if he took on and defeated his step mom and his evil vain stepsisters.

On the plus side he seemed to have mastered the technique of creating the illusion of invisibility to those around him. The **** effects would last an hour and could be taken up to 3 times a day without ill effect. What he needed was practice. I decided to take him to a crowd subway station where he could test his abilities to avoid people

Mr B’s perspective
I was nervous. My first attempt to use this invisibility **** went very badly. I thought about the things Mr Equalizer (the name he asked me to refer to him as) had taught. First I was not taking an invisibility ****, Its’ purpose was a temporarily enhancement my minds ability to cloak itself. I wasn’t invisible but was always walking in their blind spot. The illusion wasn’t perfect I could be heard and felt and if I let my mental defenses down people would see me. One cool thing objects I touched would become cloaked also.

Subway encounter
The primary goal was just learning to avoid people and a crowed subway was a good training ground. The first obstacle was going down the escalator. That was easily solved I just uncloaked and went down with everyone else. At the bottom was a young woman on a pay phone. She was talking in a very animated way totally immersed in her conversation. Then I pulled my first prank.

I focused on cloaking. The curious thing is when I do this nothing seems changed I have no idea whether I was successful until I test it. First I walked in front of the phone girl and waved my hand in front of her face. Yep she couldn’t see me. Ok now what. She was wearing a nice conservative skirt that came to the top of her knees. In the back was a button with a zipper cover by a flap.

I was carrying a pair of scissors and decided to go for it. I stood about 2 feet away from her back and began to go to work. I was afraid she would back up suddenly and bump into me. I was petrified she might feel my fingers gently pulling back her button.

I was in luck she was happily chatting away with her boyfriend about meeting for lunch. Snip, snip and her skirt button fell to the floor. I then gently pushed aside the zipper flap and began to gently tug on her zipper. At the same time I holding the flap as a counter balance to the pressure of my tugging. The first tug was the scariest I imagined her turning around to smack the face of her assailant.

As the zipper descended her shear panty hose started peaking through. When the zipper reached the bottom of her once modest skirt I pulled the flaps to the side so everyone could admire her new look.

I stepped back and was abut to leave her when I decided to do something a bit more daring. Some passing people had already noticed the phone ladies hot new look. There were snickers and pointing fingers but no one seemed interested in pointing it out to her. I went back behind her and began to gently tug on the bottom of her skirt.

After four or five tugs her skirt abandoned its’ protective post and dropped to the ground like a surrendered flag. At this point disaster almost struck I was so reveling in my handy work I failed to notice several Japanese businessmen move into passion to snap her picture. I moved out of the way just in time to avoid getting my picture taken.

I had almost messed up big time. A picture taking frenzy followed, it’s not that often you get to see an otherwise conservatively dressed business women standing in public wearing only pantyhose from the waist down with her pretty skirt pooled around her feet. After she got off the phone she took two steps before getting caught in her fallen skirt and tripped to the floor. Several of the Japanese businessmen who were snapping pictures rushed over to help the poor disheveled confused girl up.
While the men were practicing their gallantry a slipped in and gave her shiny pantyed bottom a mighty smack. An anguished hurt look crossed her face before slapping the face of the poor innocent businessman closest to her bottom. It was time to move on. I uncloaked looked about.