Unlocking New Powers

Darkness englufed me. Slowly, I could feel the pulses returning, around me, in the distance, nearer. Two stood out, one near, one far. They felt familiar, unlike the others.

I focused on the further one and instantly I recognised it. Victoria Justice again. But now it felt like there was something more, something that was pulling me closer. I didn't resist, mentally pushed myself closer. Vision returned, and a scene faded into view.

A hotel room interior, definitely a nice hotel by the look of it. Expensive sleek furnishings, space enough for a family, never mind the current sole occupant. Victoria was lounging on the bed, scrolling through her phone. She was wearing the same outfit as before. Was this from earlier today? Or was this now? If so, her hair was immaculately coiffed - she'd cleaned up a bit from my rather enthusiastic usage of her mouth.

I pushed closer and more details swam into my senses - the smell of her perfume and the expensive scent of the room. The tuneless sound of Victoria humming to herself - if this was any indication of her singing talent then I definitely wasn't a fan.

Closer again and it felt like the room was enveloping me, surrounding me until

*pop*

I fell backwards, onto my bare arse, my pants around my ankles. The plush carpet at least cushioned the fall...the plush carpet of the hotel room? I found myself sat, looking up at the hotel bed where Victoria was sat. Cool air around my wet limp cock alerted me to the fact that no, this wasn't a dream. This was exactly how I'd been in the taxi and now I was here, in a hotel room...

"Oh! It's you...", said Victoria, not seeming very surprised that I had appeared, out of nowhere, half naked. I clambered up, pulling my pants up even as I wondered how any of this was happening.

"How...how am I here?", I said, more to myself than anybody.

"Well I don't know", shrugged Victoria, putting down her phone, "But now that you're here, how about I play you some of my songs?"

She smiled with more than a hint of desperation but I was already thinking about other things. I've just teleported across London. That's....

I opened up my pulse sense again, that odd radar I'd gained. I was used to it now as the pulses appeared again. There again were the two familiar ones, one close - around Victoria, and one far. If my theory was correct...

I focused and quickly the interior of the taxi appeared, blonde Holly Willoughby on her knees, topless and wiping my cum from herself. And then

*pop*

I was there too, sat in front of her.

"Oh! Hello!", she said, "Feeling better?"

"Holly, did you just see me disappear?"

"Well yes", she said, as though that completely obvious.

"And you've just seen me reappear, in front of you?"

"Of course!"

"And none of that seems strange to you?"

She thought for a moment, seeming to treat it with great seriousness,

"Am I missing something?", she finally said, "Which part should seem strange?"

Looking around, I didn't actually recognise where the taxi was now but also I realised it didn't really matter. There so much going on here and part of me wanted to find some answers - a larger part of me didn't want to question this winning lottery ticket too much though.

With another pop, I was back in the hotel room.

"Victoria", I said and she eagerly clambered to the edge of the bed, sitting cross legged in front of me. Even her casual movement were lithe and the way she looked at me, awaiting, made her seem like an open book.

"Yes?"

I leaned down, close to her face, and stopped. She hadn't moved away. Where were the boundaries exactly?

Softly, lightly, I kissed her lips. She reciprocated, and I again when I kissed a bit harder, firmer, sliding my tongue inside her mouth. My hand went to the back of her head as, for a good few minutes, I made out with this dreamy, unquestioning young woman. In spite of having cum twice in just over an hour, I still felt lust coursing through me - lust that I had to calm for now.

As I pulled back she was eagerly studying my face, waiting for a response and then, getting none, she blurted out, "Was that good? Is that what you want? Or I could..."

"Amazing!", I interruped her and she smiled, "But actually I need to ask you something else."

"Oh ok!", she nodded like a puppy, eyes bright. She really was incredibly pretty. I tried to think of tests but it was hard not to get distracted.

"Could I...could I stay here? Tonight?"

"Umm", she frowned, worried, "Sure...is everything ok? Are you ok?"

"I'm fine really, I just need somewhere to stay", I said. I had my home if not my job but this was more about the test.

"Here", she handed me a key, "This is spare. I'll be out this evening so in case I'm not here, you can still come and go. Maybe we can listen to some of my music tonight? Or I can help you with...", she made the wanking sign with her hand and it was hard not to laugh at how matter of fact she was.

"Maybe...", I said, looking down at the hotel key. If she'd give me that...

"Where are you going tonight?"

"Oh", she shrugged, "Some red carpet charity gala thing. I don't really know. I just make an appearance, get my photo taken, eat some food, drink. My agent says I have to really..."

"Celebrity thing is it? Will there be other famous people there?"

"I guess...half of the people you guys think are famous I've never heard of!"

It made sense - as mid-tier American celebrity she wasn't really known here and I doubted she knew most of the famous Brits who hadn't made it big in the US. Cogs whirred in my mind. The only thing I could think of in common between Victoria and Holly, the thing that seemed to link their pulses, was that they were famous.

"Can I come? To the gala?"

"With me?", her face lit up, "Of course! Oh my god, I'm gonna show you off!"

That wasn't the response I expected. I looked down at my shop uniform and my generally shlubby appearance. I definitely wasn't something to show off.

"I'll need a change of clothes of course", I said and she nodded in assent, "But I don't have much money...."

"I'll give you some! Here, take my card", again, as easily as with her room key, she gave me her card, "The PIN's 3252, just go nuts!", she smiled, "I'll be getting ready in a bit, but don't have to leave here till 7 ok?"

I was still looking down at the credit card in my hands, gobsmacked. She really would do anything for me.