Ariel looked both ways before stepping out onto the sidewalk. There really was no reason, she told herself. No one cared if they left. It was just that ... it was just that she had this feeling, this feeling she was being watched. It creeped her out but it didn’t stop her from stepping out into the street.
There wasn’t much traffic, not at this time of night but then Ariel hadn’t expected there to be traffic. She scurried across the street and then ducked down an alley way. She almost wished someone would jump out at her. She almost wished someone would try and attack her. With her heightened mental abilities, it would be the biggest mistake that person ever made.
But no one jumped out and no one tried to attack.
She came out on Fallon Avenue. Here, the traffic was heavier and she could hear the sound of music and she could see the lights. Again, she had the feeling someone was watching and again, she shook it off. It was nothing, she told herself. It was absolutely nothing.
The place was called the Excalibur Club. The man at the door seemed about to ask her for the cover charge but then he seemed to change his mind and he let her pass. Ariel smiled to herself. She liked these new mental powers.
His name was Steve. He’d already met her there once before. He was sitting at the bar and he watched her as she strode into the club. “Hey there, beautiful. You back for more?”
Ariel strode up to the man and she slipped a hand around the man’s waist. Her other hand slid down between his legs. “So you think you got something for me,” she asked.
“You know it, Babe. So where do you want to do it this time?”
Ariel loved a man who thought he was hot stuff because either he was and she was going to get to enjoy a good, hard fucking, or he wasn’t and that could be fun, too, because Ariel didn’t mind pricking some of the prickless dicks that came on to her.
She tugged on the man’s zipper and then she was pushing her hand inside his jeans. “Hmm,” she moaned. “You know what. I’d let you do me right here, right where you are as long as you were willing to let everyone watch.”
“Really?” It was clearly an answer that Steve hadn’t expected but already, Ariel had her hand around his cock.
She gave his cock a few light strokes. “Uh huh,” she said. “I think I want to let everyone see you fucking me.”
“Kinky,” the man said.
Ariel smiled to herself. The guy was so fucking white bread that he probably had no idea what kinky was but she’d show him. She pulled his dick out and she started stroking him. She knew the guys on either side of him were watching but she pretended she didn’t know. “You like this,” she asked.
“Oh yeah,” Steve groaned. “Yeah, I like it. I like it a lot.”
“Better be careful,” the girl said. “We wouldn’t want you to cum too early,” she said, “because if you did, then you wouldn’t get to fuck my pussy.”
The man groaned again. “So what about it,” she asked. “You up to fucking me right here and right now.”
The man groaned.
Ariel smiled. “You know what,” she cooed. “I think I’m going to take that as a yes.”
The man groaned again but that was okay. Ariel didn’t expect much more than that from him.
Ariel pulled her hand off the man’s cock and she brought it up and she stroked it along the man’s cheek. “I’ll bet you want to know how we’re going to fuck in here in front of all these people, don’t you?”
The man groaned again.
Once again, Ariel ran her fingertip along the man’s cheek. “First of all,” she told him, “you’re going to open your legs.”
The man’s legs seemed to swing open almost as if on command.
Ariel grinned even as she reached up under her skirt and moments later, she was holding her panties in her hand. “Next,” she told him, “you’re going to hold on to these.”
The man took the panties and Ariel was turning herself around even as she stepped in between his legs. She lifted the back of her skirt and she knew Steve could see her bottom. He wasn’t the only one. She knew the guys on either side of him could see it, too, and that just made it even hotter.
She reached behind her and once again, she took hold of Steve’s cock, and she knew that once again she was going to stroke his cock only this time, she wasn’t going to use her hand.
Steve groaned as his cock slid up inside her. Almost automatically, his hands seemed to latch onto her waist as the girl humped herself up and down on his cock.
Oh fuck, the girl thought. Oh fuck. This was good. This was what she needed. Oh fuck, this was good.
The man was groaning and Ariel knew there wasn’t any way she was going to be able to stop it. She wished she could but—
“Hey, knock it off,” a male voice said. “If you folks are going to do shit like that, then you’re going to have to take it the fuck out of here.”
In an instant, Ariel’s mind reached out. She didn’t have to turn her head to know it was the bartender who was threatening to spoil their fun. Her mind seemed almost to wrap itself around his mind and suddenly, she had him.
The man didn’t say anything more. He just stood there and watched just like all the others as Ariel fucked herself on Steve’s cock. A little more, she thought. That was all it would take. Just a little more.
Steve groaned and Ariel knew he wasn’t even going to last even that long. She heard him groan again and then she felt him swell inside her and she knew what was coming. She could feel it coming and even as it did, she could feel her pussy respond to the cock inside her. Oh yeah, she thought. Oh yeah. So good. So good. So fucking good.
When she was sure he’d given her everything he had, only then did Ariel pull her pussy up off the man’s cock. She pulled her skirt down and she turned around and kissed the man even as she put a new thought in his mind. She’d show him what kinky was all about she thought and then she looked down at her panties still in the man’s hand. “Why don’t you hold onto those because I don’t think I’ll be needing those,” and then she kissed him again, and she was gone.
“Her name was Sophie Jenkins. She was thirty-six. At one point in time, she had everything a person could have ever wanted. She had money. She had sex. But most of all, she had power and she had people who were willing to carry out her every whim.
“She had all this and yet she was brought down by four men, four men who lacked the mental powers and skills that she had, four men who were very, very lucky.”
Angelina paused in her briefing. She wasn’t in the room with her agents. There was a reason for this. She knew what it was. They didn’t, but then they didn’t have to know. She knew they could see her and she could see them. For now, that was all that mattered, that and the fact that her recruits were all watching her with rapt attention. That was important, too. After all, it might save their lives one day.
“Just as the original team was, you will be organized into a team of four,” said Angelina, “but unlike the agents who went after Sophie Jenkins, you will know what you are doing. This poses both benefits and risks to you and your team. By the time you leave here, you will know as much as anyone knows about T1s including tactics to bring them down. That is a benefit. But should a T1 become aware of you or worse yet, should a T1 capture you, they can use what you know against not only you but also against your team and its members. It is because of this that you have been given call signs and that you are being requested to divulge as little as possible about yourselves to one another.”
Capturing a T1, Ariel thought. Now that sounded cool. Dangerous, but cool. She’d just known when she’d been recruited that it had been for something big but she hadn’t known what. This just sounded cool.
“Taking down a T1 is not an easy thing, but you will have equipment to help you, equipment that the agents that went after Sophie Jenkins did not have and you’ll have your teammates, too. You’ll need to learn to rely on them if you want to be successful.”
Ariel couldn’t help but scowl at that. She knew she could rely on herself but of the others, she wasn’t sure if she could trust any of them. She’d already had a run in with one of them. All she knew was the girl’s call sign was Capricorn. Well that and the fact that she had a very strong suspicion that she already hated the raven-haired bitch.
Angelina looked back at her agents. “I will not lie to you. I cannot tell you that you will come out of this unscathed. All I can say is that the job is important and that you were hand picked for this job because you have not only the skills but also the personality to do the job. Your training begins tomorrow. I urge all of you to get a good night’s rest. You’re going to need it.”
They weren’t supposed to leave. Maybe that was why Ariel did it. They weren’t supposed to do it so she did.
She stepped out of the dormitory where she and her teammates were housed. Dormitory was an odd word, she thought. House would have been more appropriate and yet dormitory was the word that came to mind and Ariel couldn’t help but wonder if someone had put that thought in her mind.
Once again, the street was quiet as Ariel darted across. Once again, Ariel ducked down the alley way, and once again, she had the feeling she was being watched but once again, she shook it off.
She followed the music back to the Excalibur Club. The place was busier than it had been before. There was a line to get in but she didn’t pay the queue any attention. She just walked to the front of the line and the man at the door just waved her in.
She wondered if Steve was going to be here. She’d put the thought in his mind. Actually, she’d done more than that but that had been several days ago so she wondered if the effects of the thoughts she had put in his mind might have diminished with time.
But Steve was there, sitting at the bar just as he had been the last time she’d been there. She wasn’t a T1 which meant she couldn’t read minds but she didn’t have to be a T1 to know he was happy to see her. She walked up to the man and she slipped a hand around his waist. “Hey there,” she called out.
“Hey, Beautiful,” the man called back. “Come have a drink with me.”
Ariel shook her head. Alcohol weakened her mental powers. That’s what they’d told her and while she wasn’t against breaking the rules when it suited her, this was one rule she thought she believed.
“Suit yourself,” the man said and he took another drink from his beer.
Besides, Ariel thought, there were other things she wanted to do more than drink beers with this guy.
“Open your legs,” she told the man.
She needed no mental effort to make that happen. Steve’s legs opened and Ariel slipped in between his knees.
“So, are you hard for me,” she asked.
The man nodded.
Ariel had no doubt he was but it was a game the two of them were playing. She let one of her hands latch on to the front of the man’s belt. “You are, huh? Well how about we make sure. What do you think about that?”
“I ... I yeah. Let’s make sure.”
“You think so,” Ariel taunted. “You think so.” She was already running her hand over the front of his pants. “You think so. You think we should find out.”
“Yeah,” the man groaned. “Yeah.”
Ariel already had his zipper down and then she was sliding her hand inside and what she found elated her. She leaned in closer. “You’re wearing panty hose, aren’t you,” she said softly.
She could see the man’s eyes widen and then he nodded his assent.
As much as she’d expected it, Ariel was still surprised to find the man wearing panty hose. “You’re wearing women’s clothing,” she said. “That mush mean you want to be treated like a girl, doesn’t it. That must mean you wanted to be treated like a bitch. That must mean you want to be treated like my bitch, doesn’t it?”
With every word she said, she was pushing those thoughts into his mind. She’d sensed a submissive streak in him before but now that streak was growing. That streak was more like a submissive highway.
“I’d ask you what you wanted, but we both know what you want isn’t important anymore. I’m going to treat you like my little bitch and you’re going to do exactly what I say.”
Steve didn’t say anything but then Ariel hadn’t expected him to. Still, she wanted something more.
“Why don’t you tell me you’re my little, fucking bitch.”
“I’m your little fucking bitch.”
Ariel couldn’t believe it. Really, all she’d wanted to do was to see if she could make the guy come into the bar wearing panty hose. That was all but the rest of it, she wondered. Was she doing it or was he?
Ariel looked at the man. Did it really matter?
“Come on, bitch,” she told the man. “I think it’s time we learned whether your cock is even worth fucking.”
Ariel walked back through the night club never even bothering to look back behind her. She didn’t have to. She was sure her bitch was following her.
Ariel walked out the door and walked into the parking lot and only then did she turn around. Steve was right there where she expected him to be. “Where’s your car, bitch?”
The man pointed at a Toyota Tacoma.
“Oooh, my little bitch likes to drive a truck so he can pretend he’s a man. Is that it?”
Ariel was elated to see Steve nod his assent.
“Well all right then,” the girl said. “I think it’s time you and me put on a bit of a show for these people, don’t you?”
Ariel wasn’t expecting an answer and she wasn’t waiting for one either. She just walked up to the man’s truck and then she turned around. “Why don’t you take your pants down, bitch.”
The man lowered his jeans.
“Be a good, little bitch and beg me to let me use your cock.”
“Please,” the man moaned. “Please. I need you to use my cock. Please use my cock.”
It was weird. The more she found herself in control, the more she felt herself losing control. She seemed to be able to make this man do whatever she wanted and the more responsive he came, the more she wanted to humiliate him. She wondered if this was what the way the T1s thought. She wondered if this was why they did what they did and yet, even as she thought it, she knew she couldn’t stop. She looked at the man standing there in his panty hose and she could see his cock through the sheer fabric. “I want to see your cock,” she said. “Rip a hole in your panty hose so you can stick your cock out.”
The man did as he was ordered.
A crowd had begun to form. That was inevitable but Ariel paid them no intention. “So you want me to use your cock for my pleasure.”
“Yes, please,” the man begged.
She made him lie down on the tailgate of his truck. “Stroke it,” she told the man. “Stroke it and tell me what you want me to do.”
Again, the man did as he was told. “Please,” he begged. “Please use my cock.”
Ariel pulled her skirt up and she pulled her panties to one side. She debated which way she wanted to ride the man’s cock. Did she want to look at the man or did she want to watch the growing crowd?
In the end, she chose to watch the man. She climbed up over Steve’s body and she lowered herself onto Steve’s cock and she kept on riding him until finally, she made him cum inside her.
It was only after she pulled herself up off the man’s cock that she came to grips with what she’d done. She almost fled from the parking lot. This wasn’t her, she kept telling herself. This wasn’t her. She wasn’t a T1 and she wasn’t like them but what worried her most was she wasn’t sure if there wasn’t some part of that that wasn’t true.
If the would-be agents thought they’d meet Angelina the next day, they were mistaken. Their training, it seemed was to be led by two other women. The busty, brunette was quick to tell them that she’d been in security but she didn’t say more than that. Her taller, blue-eyed sidekick said even less than that but Ariel wasn’t the only one to think that the blond-haired Cassie looked kind of out of place. There was something about the way Sasha carried herself that almost made one think she knew what she was doing but Cassie just seemed to be following orders.
The four agents gathered round were given devices for detecting the T1s. “The range is limited,” Sasha warned them. “If you’re within a few hundred yards, you’ll get something but to really get a fix, you have to get close. Problem is when you get that close, the T1 is going to be able to detect you, to.”
“So how do we get close enough to get the job done,” a team member asked.
Sasha picked up one of the devices and removed the top cover. The device chirped to life. She pointed the device at Ariel and the chirping intensified. She pointed the device away and the chirping died away. She pointed the device back again and again the chirping intensified. “This device can act as a direction finder. When you’re close, it’ll tell you, but when you point it at a T1, you’ll get a steady tone and not the beep, beep, beep sound.”
“So why’s it doing what it’s doing now?”
“It’s calibrated for mental activity. You guys are all T2s which means while you’re not T1s, this device will pick you up and since there’s a bunch of you here, there’s enough brain power to set this thing off.”
“That’s it,” Ariel asked. “That’s all you got?”
Sasha shot the girl a withering look and then she reached into a box and she pulled out something that looked like a pistol except the barrel seemed to be way thicker than it needed to be. The brunette pulled it out of the holster and then she pointed it at Ariel. “We got this,” she said.
Ariel felt her body go numb. She thought she was standing but then her body seemed to totter and her legs crumpled. She couldn’t stop herself. She toppled forward. She was lying face down. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t look up but she knew the bitch was standing over her.
“We got this,” Sasha said again. “It’s called a neural inhibitor. It’s the next generation over what the agents had that brought down Sophie Jenkins and it works on T3s and up. Any questions?”
Ariel wanted to get the woman to turn the thing off but she couldn’t even get her mouth to form the words.
“Any questions,” Angelina asked again.
Apparently, there were none.
Suddenly, Ariel could feel her limbs again and her mind was able to work. She rolled over and she shook her head and she looked up at Sasha. “If you ever do that to me again, I’ll mess you up real bad.”
Sasha just grinned and then she turned the pistol around and handed it to Ariel. “You had to know what it feels like,” she said. “And relax. By the time the rest of them are done here, they’ll get the same treatment, too. You just got it first.”
Ariel wrapped her hand around the butt of the weapon and she fought back the urge to pull the trigger and blast Sasha for what she’d done to her. Don’t do it, she told herself. Don’t do it, but damn it, it sure was tempting.
“We’re supposed to stay here.”
Ariel wheeled on the girl and she waved her toothbrush at her. “You know what,” she said. “That’s a very good idea. Why don’t you stay here and mind the store. Me? I want to go out on the town.” She looked at the other two members of the team. “What about you guys? Either of you guys want to get out of here?”
The two guys looked at one another and then they looked back at Ariel and for a moment, Ariel thought one of them would say yes but at the last moment, even he backed down.
“Pity,” the girl said but even as she thought it, she was wondering how she’d come to find herself in such a group of wimps. The whole idea of being part of a team of super-spies in search of all controlling telepaths, that was kind of cool, but if this was who her teammates were, if this was them, maybe she’d have to rethink her involvement.
“Pity,” she said again. “Well, I’m going and my advice to you is don’t wait up.”
It wasn’t hard to make her way back to Excalibur Club but even as she went, Ariel kept asking herself why she was doing it. Was she going back there to prove she wasn’t a T1 or was she going back in hopes of proving that she was.
Once again, she went inside without having to pay the cover charge. She looked around but she didn’t see Steve.
“He’s not here,” a man at the bar said.
“I said he’s not here,” the man said.
“Who’s not here?”
“Your friend from the other day. He’s not here. From what I heard, he got himself banned.”
Ariel suddenly felt bad. She hadn’t meant to get the man banned.
On the other hand, her pussy was hot and the guy was kind of cute and her pussy was hot, and ... and ...
“So you come here often,” she asked.
“Not that often,” the man said.
She slipped an arm around the man’s waist. “You know what,” she said. “I think I like you and you know what else? I think you like me, too. Should we see if I’m right? Should we see if you like me, too?”
“You don’t have to do this,” the man said.
“Do what,” Ariel said even as her mind pushed against the man’s.
There was something wrong. His mind felt ... funny. That was the best way Ariel could describe it. His mind felt funny.
“You don’t have to do it,” the man said again. “You don’t have to grab my cock to find out. I can tell you already. My cock is hard.”
Ariel had been about to slide her hand between the man’s legs but her hand stopped where it was. “What’d you say?”
“I said you didn’t have to grab my cock to find out if I’m hard. I told you I already was.”
“So are you saying you don’t want me to grab your cock?”
“I didn’t say that.”
Ariel slipped her hand between the man’s legs and she could feel it. He was hard.
“I told you,” and for just a moment, Ariel had the image of herself pulling up her skirt and pushing down her panties, of her climbing up onto the man’s cock and then of her sliding her pussy down around his member. Damn, that would feel good.
“You know about me,” the man said. “What we need to know is all about you.”
“What do you mean?”
The man slipped a hand up under Ariel’s skirt and then he was cupping one of her cheeks. “I mean you know I’m hard but the real question is are you wet?”
Ariel tried not to moan but it was so hard. There it was again. There was that image of her there in the club, of her climbing up onto the man’s lap, of her sliding herself down on the man’s cock. She stifled a moan. She didn’t care who saw her do it.
The man was pulling her closer and as he did, he was squeezing her butt. “So what about it,” he said. “Should we see just how wet you are?”
Ariel moaned to herself. Of course that’s what she wanted. She moaned again. Damn. She wished she weren’t wearing any panties because then it would be even easier to reveal herself to him.
Once more, the image popped into her head. Her riding the man’s cock. A crowd beginning to form, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was riding the man’s cock.
She could feel the man sliding his fingers up inside her panties and she could feel them pressing up against her lips. “Oooh, you are wet.”
Ariel didn’t even bother to stifle the moan. Her eyes fluttered and she moaned again. She didn’t care who was watching her fuck this guy’s cock.
“Should we see if the wet goes all the way up?”
Ariel was about to ask the man what he meant by that when she felt him push a finger all the way up inside her pussy. That’s what she liked, she told herself, only she knew it really wasn’t. She didn’t want a finger up inside her. She wanted a nice, hard cock.
“Is that what you want,” the man asked as he continued to work his finger up inside her. “Is that what you want?”
Ariel moaned again. She didn’t care who was watching her. In fact, now that she thought about it, she wanted a crowd. She wanted people to see her fuck that cock. That would be so hot.
She wanted to be seen. She wanted people to know she was riding this cock. She wanted all the bitches out there to watch her ride that cock. The’d be so jealous and it would serve them right. She wanted them to see her ride his cock.
She could see it in her mind’s eye, the people gathered around her, the people all telling her to fuck his cock, to fuck his cock, to take him harder, and she knew she would.
Wait a minute? What was happening to her.
Something flared in her mind and her head was clear again. The image was gone. There was just that finger between her legs.
She looked at the man. “You can stop that,” she said, “and if you don’t, I’m going to call the cops.”
The man looked at her and then he withdrew his finger. “Congratulations,” he said.
“Angelina sent me.”
“She was worried about you.”
“You know Angelina,” Ariel asked.
“She was worried that you were spending too much time playing around here and not enough time paying attention but I guess I can go back and tell her you were able to fend off a sexual attack on your mind.”
“You work with Angelina?”
“Not with. For. Just like you.”
“Just like me?”
The man just laughed. “Come on. You didn’t think your team was the only one, did you?”
Ariel shook her head. Actually, she’d never even thought about it. “So, um, so how many teams are there?”
The man shook his head. “I don’t know. At least yours and mine. That’s all I know. My name’s Scott by the way.”
“Um, I guess I’ll be seeing you around then.”
“Man, I hope not.”
“You hope not.”
“We’re supposed to be operating autonomously. If our teams run into one another, it probably means there’s something really badly fucked up. In our line of work, there’s no such thing as a company picnic.”
“Oh. I guess that makes sense.”
“So when do you finish training?”
“End of the week.”
“Us, too,” the man said.
Ariel looked at the man. “Um, Scott. I got a question.”
“I’m still really horny.”
“So, um, now that I passed the test, um, do you think there’s somewhere where you and I could go and fuck?”
The man grinned even as he put a few bucks on the bar. “You know,” he said, “I was kind of hoping you’d ask that. Come on. Let’s go.”