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Nick's Heir

By AMOWAT

Sean was at work when he met the old man. He was down in the archives, looking for a file from 1972 that his bitch of a boss insisted must be down there, though Sean had found no evidence of it in 4 hours of searching. This was 'Unacceptable!' according to Hilary 'stick up her butt' Brixner. So here he was again, alone in the stacks of dusty boxes.

And then suddenly, he wasn't alone. An old man appeared in front of him.

"Fuck!" Sean exclaimed.

The old man chuckled.

"Oh I do," he told him. "Not as often as I used to, but still more than you!"

“Who the fuck are you?” he demanded.

“I’m Nick Roberts, bitch!” he said, then disappeared. He was just gone. Sean dropped the file he was holding and blinked repeatedly, wondering at what point he had finally gone insane.

“Ever heard of me?” said the old man from right behind him.

“Jesus!” Sean exclaimed, trying to run forward and spin around at the same time and falling on his ass. The old man stood above him, grinning impishly.

“Calm down, kid,” said the old man. “I’m not here to hurt you. In fact, this is going to be the best day of your life! You see, I’ve decided to make you my heir.”

“What?” Sean asked. He was pretty sure the guy was insane. He just hoped not violently so.

“Well, all my relatives are assholes and all my friends hate me on account of my sleeping with their wives and daughters, so I came here to my old place of work and found a young guy who sort of reminded me of me, and I figure, what the hell! So I’m going to give you this.”

He took an odd pewter-colored bracelet with a big blue-grey stone in it off his wrist.

“With this thing, all you’re wildest dreams can come true. I should know. I’ve had some pretty wild ones.”

He gave a dry laugh as he seemed lost in memory.

“But I’m done with that now. The ol’ unit stopped working on its own a while back and now I start getting chest pains when I take the Viagra. I figure I ain’t got much time left and it’d be a damn shame to have me kick off while I’m outside of time and have this little wonder trapped there. I’ve had my fun. Time to pass it on.”

“But if you’re really Nick Roberts, you shouldn’t be more than 60!” Sean objected.

“Oh, yeah, well that was one of the things I need to tell you about the bracelet. You see, you keep aging while you’re outside of time. I’ve only had 62 birthdays, but I’ve lived a good 90 years. Hell, the first 10 years I’d actually sleep outside of time! I didn’t want to have some bastard steal the thing from me while I was sleeping, so it seemed like a good idea. Fucking waste it was. But that’s no matter. There are more important things I should tell you about the bracelet like…like…oh fuck.”

The old man clutched his chest.

“oh shit oh fuck oh hell,” he said. “I thought I had more time! I wanted to tell you about…continuing my bearchive story lines….”

He looked pleadingly at Sean, then crumpled into a heap.

***

When the paramedics got there, the old man was already long gone. Sean was asked a few questions by them, then a lot more by a police officer, who informed him that he would be back with even more questions.

Sean didn’t see why. He couldn’t really tell them anything about who Roberts was or where he had been for the past 30 years. Sean certainly wasn’t going to tell them what Roberts had told him. He didn’t really believe it, but he wasn’t going to hand the bracelet over either. It was a gift, after all.

Sean went to his desk to get his jacket and head home. He had had enough excitement for one day.

Ms. Brixter, however, disagreed. She saw him reach for his jacket and pounced.

First, she pumped him for information about Roberts even more aggressively than the cops had.

“That bastard!” she exclaimed after berating Sean for not knowing enough. “I can’t believe he would dare come back here! I knew him, you know? I was an intern back when he…he…”

She blushed.

“That bastard!” she repeated. “Why would he…the files! Of course! That must be why you couldn’t find it before! He must have taken it! I bet he altered it and was putting it back!”

She snapped her fingers.

“Sean, go back to the store room and look again! It’s bout to be back there!”

“But...but it’s a crime scene!” Sean protested. “With yellow tape and everything! The police aren’t going to let me down there!”

“Oh, I’m sure they’ll finish up soon enough. Go ask them how long it will be. No doubt they’ll leave by five. Then you can search. I don’t mind staying late.”

“But…” said Sean, grasping for an excuse to go home.

“Go on, now. Go ask the police. If they’re going to be monopolizing the place until five, you can write up a report on the GonadoTech folks.”

Sean gave up and slunk away. Rather than go to the store room, though, he slipped into the men’s room. It was the one place he could be certain to be away from Brixter and that made it the most comforting place in the world.

Sean pulled the bracelet out of his pocket. It was odd, no doubt about that. Self contradictory. It gave the impression of being very old somehow, though it was not tarnished in the least bit. It also gave the impression of being very substantial while at the same time weighing less than he expected it to. He supposed he really should have given it to the police, but he certainly couldn't do so now. And Nick Roberts had said he wanted him to have it. It was bad luck to ignore a dying man's last request.

He slipped it on.

It had seemed a little too big for Sean's wrist, but once he put it on, it seemed to fit perfectly snug. Almost as if it was embracing him. The blue-grey jewel seemed to increase in luster and a chill shot through Sean's nervous system. He stared at the thing for an eternal moment before reaching out a finger and tapping the jewel ever so gently.

A blue-grey nimbus emanated from the jewel, crawling up Sean's arm and spreading over his entire body.

"Aah!" he exclaimed, and the sound was oddly flat.

"What the..." he said again, trying to figure out why his voice sounded so strange.

He sat quietly. Staring at the jewel and armband, staring at his strangely glowing skin. And listening. Listening to nothing. The constant running of the sink had stopped. So had the sound of the ventilation system. And so had...

"Echo!" he shouted, then grinned. There was none. Surrounded by tile and there was no echo.

He tapped the jewel again. The running water started again, as did the air conditioning.

"Cool!" said Sean, and his voice sounded as expected.

He pulled up his pants, went to the sink, turned the water on full blast and tapped the jewel. A column of motionless water stood under the tap. He grinned again. He shut the water off and tapped the jewel again. The column fell instantly.

He tapped the jewel again and, bathed in the bluish nimbus, he exited the men's room, a million impish thoughts competing for his attention.

The herd of thoughts was culled at the sight of a motionless Hillary Brixter with her hand on the ladies room door.

"Oh Hillary," Sean breathed into the motionless air. "This is not your lucky day!"

He went up to his motionless boss. He waved a hand in front of her face. There was no reaction. He waved a single finger in front of her face. Still, she stood unknowing.

"You are such a fucking whore, Hillary," he whispered into her ear. "A cock-sucking, skank of a whore."

She didn't respond. Sean giggled, drunk with new-found power. The possibilities were endless.

His first inclination was to strip her naked. She wasn't the sexiest woman in the office by any stretch of the imagination, but she was a notorious prude and highly critical of some of the secretaries who chose to make the place more aesthetic. It would embarrass the hell out of her.

Of course, she would just run into the ladies room. But Sean could carry her over to the cafeteria. Or an occupied conference room. It would be hilarious, having her think she was about to go pee and instead be naked in public.

Of course, then there would be a lot of witnesses. Sean wasn't sure if he really wanted a lot of people knowing that something strange was going on. Better to have Hillary be the only one, unable to tell anyone without them thinking she was nuts.

And then the perfect plan formed in his head. Sean left his boss there in front of the ladies room, entered the men's room, tapped the jewel and waited.

Now she's in the ladies room, now she's choosing a stall, now she checks the seat, pulls out a seat guard to avoid all the skanky secretaries' cooties, now she pulls down her panties and takes a seat and...stop!

Sean tapped the jewel. He scurried back into the hall and brazenly into the ladies room. He opened all the stalls. Only one was occupied. He had timed things right. Hillary Brixter sat with her panties about her ankles. A two inch stream of piss hung motionless from her cunt, frozen in its path to the toilet bowl.

"Perfect!" said Sean and carefully sidled along side her. He slipped a hand behind her back and another under her spread knees. He braced himself and lifted.

He nearly tossed her over the top of the stall. She was impossibly light. Sean grinned again. He didn't know if the nimbus made him stronger or the time-stopped world was lighter, but either way, it was going to be much easier to make mischief much easier.

He carried his unwitting boss like a blushing, bare-assed bride back to her office, whispering degrading things along the way, mostly about her being a whore. It was his favorite epithet for her. Though bitch might have been more appropriate, he had always thought that she would have been more offended by whore.

Arriving at her office, he noticed with satisfaction that it was empty but the door was open with three people within earshot. He scanned the papers on her desk and selected the file that was probably most important to Hillary. Then he sat her there, bare-assed on her desk, the frozen stream of piss aimed square at the file. He admired the little sculpture he had made, then retreated to his own desk and tapped the stone Nick Roberts had given him. “Aaaaagh!” Hillary exclaimed. Sean steeled his face and went running. He was delighted to see he wasn’t the only one. Derek and Polly had also hurried to see what was the matter and thus were rewarded the sight of their boss sitting bewildered in a puddle of piss on her desk. “Ms. Brixter! What’s wrong?” Sean asked, since his co-workers seemed dumbfounded. “I…I….” said the panicked Hillary. “Get out! Just, get out!”

They retreated as she managed to get off her desk and slam the door.

Derek and Polly stared at one another and at Sean, bewildered. Sean did his best to ape their wonder, then hurried back to his desk, tapped the stone, and laughed himself into near exhaustion.

***

Once he had gotten over his first prank, he knew he needed to pull more. It was just too damned fun. And really, how could he be caught? He was practically a god!

He didn’t have to think very hard about what he wanted to do next. Ever since he had started working their, his greatest desire was to see Mina Takashi in accounting naked. Unfortunately, Mina didn’t see this as likely in this or any other lifetime. But Sean was outside of her lifetime right now, so the rules of the game had changed.

He made his way to accounting through the maze of motionless employees that filled the hall, stopping from time to time to grope a woman who caught his eye or pick the pocket of someone he couldn’t stand. Soon, he was standing before the lovely and motionless Mina Takashi. She was going over some poor bastard’s expense account with a fine tooth comb.

“Hi there, beautiful!” Sean said to her, taking a seat on her desk. “I know you’ve said no a dozen times, but I really think you should reconsider going out with me. After all, I’m going to be a very powerful guy, now. And besides, I’d be the best sex you’ve ever had!”

He stared at the unmoving accountant. He tilted her head up so she was facing him.

“You should think about it, no?” he told her. “Of course, my options are about to open up quite a bit. If I’m going to waste any more time trying to get into your panties, I should at least know what it is I’m after, right? You don’t mind if I check out what you’ve got hidden under that suit now, do you?”

She was silent.

“Of course you don’t!” Sean exclaimed.

He hopped off her desk and rolled her and her chair back. He unbuttoned her jacket, then her blouse, slipped her bra straps over her shoulders and popped out her tits. “Oh Mina! You’ve got an incredible rack, if you don’t mind my saying so.” Sean said. “You don’t? Oh good. And I bet you don’t mind having your nipples sucked, either. I bet you just love it!” He sucked on her right tit for a while. It was unresponsive, but Sean really didn’t mind. This was more action than he ever expected to get from her. “Now how about we check out Little Miss Pussy, Mina?” Sean asked. “You’d like that, right?” He tipped her chair back and set one black leather pump on her desk, the other on a filing cabinet. He eased her skirt up around her hips. She wore black nylon pantyhose over a pair of white panties. Sean grinned as he noticed her crotch was slightly damp.

“You’ve been fantasizing at me her behind your desk, haven’t you Mina? Getting all wet over me.” Sean chuckled. “Well, you know I’d be willing to scratch that itch any time you wanted me too. Damn, there has got to be a way I can get you naked in real time.”

He stroked his chin. Maybe there was a way. He’d have to think about it. In the mean time, it was probably best not to get Mina upset or paranoid. He restored her clothing, gave her a kiss, then positioned her roughly the way he had found her.

“No harm done,” he said. “I’ll be back for you once I know how to do it right.”

He headed towards the parking garage. Playing with Mina had left him with a raging hard on. He had to do something about it. He didn’t want to mess up Mina but there were plenty of other women that he wouldn’t mind doing in the building. Women whom he wasn’t interested in coming on to but certainly wouldn’t mind coming on, now that the motionless world was his playground.

Sean grinned wickedly as he realized who the perfect recipient for his hard on was. Terri Anderson, Joe Crouch’s secretary. Brixter was always bitching about her tiny miniskirts. Sean had often followed her incredible ass to parts of the building he had no other reason to visit. He hurried off to the customer service department.

Terry was at her desk alone. She was staring blankly at the ceiling. Sean walked up to her and tweaked her nose, then her nipples. She didn’t respond. He wondered what position would work best for relieving himself in or on her. He thought about laying her out on top of her desk and climbing on top of her, but then he got a better idea. And Terri could even get herself into position!

Sean lay down out of site, in front of Terri’s desk. He then tapped the stone and whispered “Terri” in a deep, disguised voice. He heard the secretary jump in her seat, then heard her get up and lean forward. As soon as he could see the top of her head, he tapped the stone again. Standing up, he could see that Terri was peeking trepidatiously over her desk. Her short skirt had ridden up. Sean helped it ride up quite a bit more—up near her waist, actually. He slipped her tiny black panties down around her ankles. “You’ve got a mighty fine ass there, Terri,” he said. “You wouldn’t mind if I fucked it, would you?”

Terri didn’t answer.

“Of course you wouldn’t,” Sean surmised. Hell, you’d probably enjoy it very much if you knew it was going on. But I really don’t have time for negotiation right now, so lets just do it in the in between time and you won’t even have to know!”

Terri gave no indication that she objected to the proposal, so Sean took the bottle of hand lotion from her desk and squeezed a glob onto her asshole. He then dropped trow and pressed his raging stiffy against her greased-up sphincter. With only slight resistance, he slid on home.

“Mmmm That’s nice Terri!” he exclaimed. “Very nice! Is it good for you too?...Of course it is!”

Sean began to piston in and out of the motionless secretary’s asshole. From time to time, he’d slap her pale, firm flank on the in thrust. He got into a nice rhythm and then, just for the sheer perversity of it, he started to sing:

“Terri is the office slut! She likes to take it up the butt! Terri is the office slut! She likes to take it up the butt! Terri is the office slut! She likes to take it up the butt!...Oh yeah!”

With a final thrust, he pumped her ass full of jism.

“Oh baby, Terri!” he said into the silence. “You’ve got one hell of an ass!”

Still, while it beat the hell out of masturbation, he had to admit it wasn’t nearly as satisfying as fucking a conscious, enthusiastic woman. It was good enough for a bit of fluff like Terri, but for Mina he was going to want more. There had to be a way.

Then he got an idea. He laughed out loud, kissed Terri on her bare ass cheek and gave her a slap. He was already out of the building when he tapped the stone, so he never heard her scream upon finding herself bare assed and freshly fucked.

***

Sean had earned a masters degree in pharmacology before realizing that a life in the lab was not for him. He had landed at Bolduc and Associates searching other people’s research for potential investments. That was why he knew just where to go at the University Medical Center. He stopped first at a research lab and then at the pharmacy. No one saw him enter or leave, though a rather buxom technician did find her bra mysteriously gone, just after Sean tapped his bracelet in the parking lot.

Sean soon found himself at home. He showered and put on a fresh shirt. If things worked out, he was going to be getting some and he wanted to look nice. Into is pants pocket, he slipped several condoms along with the ruffies he had stolen from the pharmacy and an experimental aphrodisiac. He figured with his new found temporal abilities, finding volunteers would not be at all difficult. Once he had practiced a bit, he would target Mina. For that night, however, he had more mischief to do and more women to screw. He figured bar hopping downtown was a good place for it.

Downtown, he saw the perfect parking space. Unfortunately, someone closer saw it too—a big guy in a Canyonero. But Sean had all the time in the world, of course. He tapped the bracelet. The sound of his engine ceased, as did the slow advance of his car. But in frozen time, he had no trouble at all putting it in neutral and pushing it into the space. He then went to his competitor’s SUV, which luckily was unlocked, and put it in neutral as well, so as to not have him run it into his car. Just to be safe, he pushed it back a few meters. Just to be a bastard, he slipped the blue thong panties off the blonde woman in the passenger seat.

Then he tapped on the bracelet. The SUV’s engine raced, suddenly in neutral. The driver and his date looked very perplexed. Sean waved at them with the woman’s underwear, stuffed them in his pocket and continued on to the bar.

***

He was half way there when his eye was caught by what must have been the most pathetic hooker in the history of the oldest profession. She looked to be in her forties. She wore a painfully-obvious platinum-blonde wig, a hot pink tube top that did nothing to support her sagging tits, fish-net stockings under a black leather mini revealed spider veins and razor marks. She was precariously balanced on pink knee-high boots with soaring heels as if she had never before worn them. He make-up was so thick and garish that Sean had actually walked past her before he realized that it was his boss.

He spun about. Hillary Brixter was dressed like a hooker. And she was propositioning someone!

Not very effectively, apparently. The man she was talking to yelled out “Oh God, not even if you paid me!” and stomped off.

“Aw, come on, Mister!” Brixter called out. “Five bucks for the best head you’ve ever had!”

He ignored her. Sean boggled. He tapped the stone and walked up to the motionless whore. It was undoubtedly Hillary Brixter. Had she been leading a double life? Uptight executive by day, skanky whore by night? It didn’t seem possible. In fact, it seemed like she had never done this before and didn’t know what the hell she was doing.

But why would she…

It suddenly dawned on Sean that he had called her a whore several times as he carried her from the ladies room to her office. Could that possibly have made her think she was a prostitute? It didn’t seem possible—but neither did most of that day!

The theory was easy enough to test, of course. He walked around the corner and selected three guinea pigs—coincidentally all pretty young women.

He went to the first motionless beauty and whispered in her ear: “You must show your panties to anyone that can guess what color they are. But you don’t mind because you like to do it and it makes you horny.” Then he took a quick peek to discover that the panties in question were red. Next, he went to another woman and whispered in her ear: “You feel like pretending you’re a chicken for one minute and you don’t care who sees you do it.” Finally, he went to another girl and pulled her blouse up over her boobs. He whispered to her: “You don’t notice that your bra is showing and you don’t know why people are staring. You won’t notice until someone tells you.” Then he went back to the first woman and tapped the stone. She turned to look at the second woman who suddenly started doing a chicken impression. Then she smirked at the woman beyond her who was obliviously displaying her tits. “Weird,” he said, getting her attention. “Yeah,” she agreed. “I bet you’re wearing red panties,” Sean told her. ”Right you are!” she announced, proudly unzipping her fly. “TaDA!” “Damn! Those are great panties!” he told her. “Why thank you!” she said. “Do you know what’s up with those two?” “Who knows?” said Sean. “All sorts of weird stuff happens in this city. Sometimes people just vanish.” So saying, he tapped his bracelet. Sean couldn’t believe his luck! Not only could he stop time, it seemed that he could also make anyone do anything he wanted! If a word from him could turn Hillary Brixter into a whore, what couldn’t he do?

He had to talk to Brixter and find out what was going through her head. He went chuckling back to his whore of a boss, who was still unsuccessfully hooking.

He tapped the stone.

“Hey, Ms. Brixter!” he said from behind her.

She spun about and nearly fell off her soaring heels but was saved by a hand on her arm from Sean.

“Oh, um, hi Sean,” she said, her blush visible even under all the make-up. “You, um, want a date? I work cheap!”

“So, you really are a prostitute?” he asked.

Hillary nodded enthusiastically.

“I’m a skanky, cock-sucking whore,” she clarified. “You want a blow job? Just five bucks, tonight only!”

Sean grinned.

“Maybe,” he told her. “Let’s go back into that alley. We’re a little exposed out here. You’re lucky you haven’t been arrested.”

“Oh god! You’re right!” she exclaimed, looking about. She tried to move towards the alley but the boots were giving her a very hard time. Sean took pity on her, put an arm around her waist and guided her forward.

“Thank you, Sean,” she said. “I’ll really make it worth the 5 bucks. You’ll see.”

“So, have you always been a skanky, cock-sucking whore, Hilary?” he asked.

“I…I’m really not sure,” she admitted, sounding terribly confused.

“Well, have you ever done this before?” he asked.

“No,” she confessed. “I just bought my whore clothes this afternoon. I don’t know why I didn’t have any. I just had suits for my other job.”

“The one where you’re my boss?” Sean asked.

“Yes, that one,” she confirmed.

“Does your management job not pay enough? Is that why you are selling blowjobs on the street?”

“No…no…it’s just…I’m a skanky, cock-sucking whore. This is what whores do. We dress in sluty clothes and stand on street corners trading oral sex for money. I started asking for $100, but I haven’t found a john yet and people laughed at me. So I’ve been lowering my prices. God, I’m so glad you came along, Sean! I was starting to think I’d never find a john!”

“And it’s important to you to make a sale?” Sean asked.

“Of course! What’s the point of being a whore if I can’t sell sex? If I’m going to be a whore, I want to be a good one! You’ll see! I’m going to give you great head! And once I’ve gotten past my first job, things will really take off! I’ll be experienced! Johns like an experienced whore. After tonight, I’ll be able to start charging more! By the end of the month, I will own this block!”

Sean was amazed. Apparently, his boss had transferred her drive and ambition to the new career he had imposed upon her.

“So, you do have the five bucks, right?” she asked when they got into the shadows of the alley. “I mean, I could take a check , since I know you, but I really do prefer cash. I mean, whores are supposed to, right?”

Sean had stolen quite a bit of cash since he met Nick Roberts for the first and final time. He handed his boss a five and she stuffed it inside her tube top.

“Go to it, Hill!” he encouraged. He didn’t really find her attractive, but just the idea of his boss going down on him in an alley for five bucks had him half-hard.

“Right,” she said, nodding nervously “Right. Just kneel down and do it. That’s what I do. I’m a skanky, cock-sucking whore.”

She bit her lower lip and knelt down. The high-leather boots protected her knees. Sean enjoyed the view. With trembling hands, she reached up to undo his pants. She shuddered at the site of his cock as it pushed its way out of the fly of his boxers. For a second, Sean thought she might hyperventilate. But she swallowed, pressed her eyes closed, opened them again, reached out and touched it.

“Hoo!” she exclaimed as it jumped at her touch.

“That’s right, Hillary. Earn your five bucks like the good little cock-sucker you are,” Sean encouraged. “This is what you do and you want to be the best at what you do.”

“Right,” she said. “Right. I suck cock.”

And then she opened her mouth and took his half-erect dick between her lips. She gave a weak ‘mmm’ and then started licking and sucking. It was awkward and unskilled. And yet, in one sense, it was the best head Sean had ever had. He had silently though ‘suck my dick’ at Hillary Brixter a hundred times. But he had never imagined her actually doing it.

His dick got harder. Her eyes got wider. Her expression was a bizarre mixture of horror and pride. She started to drool and to probe his cock with her tongue.

“That’s great, Hillary!” Sean encouraged. “You’re really getting it now! You’re going to be the best whore on this block, just you wait!”

“MMMng!” she exclaimed around his cock.

Sean grabbed her by the hair. Her blonde wig came off. He tossed it aside and grabbed her short auburn coif.

“Are you ready for it, whore?” he asked. “A good whore always swallows.”

“Nnn!” she exclaimed, her eyes about to pop out of her head.

Sean ground and exploded in her mouth. Hillary made a disgusted face, but she swallowed.  She looked up at him hopefully as his deflating dick slipped out of her mouth.

Sean smiled down at her.

"That was great, Hillary.  Hell, it was worth 15 bucks at least!  Here," he said, retrieving a 10 from his wallet.  "This is your first tip."

"Oh wow!" Hillary exclaimed.  "I knew I'd be good at this if only I got the chance!"

The ten followed the 5 into her tube top.  Sean tapped his stone and whispered to her.

"Of course, you aren't really a whore.  You are the same person you were yesterday and you have no idea why you just did what you did."

Sean pulled up his pants, smirked, and tapped the stone.  The pride and excitement drained from Hillary's face, along with most of the blood.

"Ah...Ah...." she breathed.  "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

"Hillary!" Sean said looking about.  "Calm down!"

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she continued screaming.

This was more than he had bargained for. Hillary seemed to be careening into a complete nervous break down.

"Hey!  What's going on here!" came a voice from the entrance to the ally.  Sean looked and froze.  It was a cop.

He quickly overcame his gut reaction and tapped the stone.

"Calm down, Hillary.  Everything is going to be all right," he told his boss as she knelt their in the ally, frozen in an eternal scream.  "You had some kind of breakdown, but you're back to yourself, now, and you need to get home.  You don't blame me for what happened.  It was all you and I didn't have any choice but to let you suck me off.  If I hadn't, you might have gotten into serious trouble.  You're actually grateful to me for getting you off the street and letting you do what you needed to do."

Sean paused and then grinned impishly.

"Of course, this will change our relationship.  You'll never do anything to anger me, because you know I could tell everyone what you did.  But you know you can trust me to keep the secret, as long as you're very nice to me."

"And of course, you will fantasize about what you did, and about doing other, nastier things with me. They'll be hot, dirty fantasies that you'll be ashamed of but will get you so hot and bothered that you'll have to go masturbate.  And you'll have raging orgasms as a result."

Sean figured raging orgasms was generous enough to make up for the way he had screwed with her head.

  He went over to the cop and explained how the woman in the alley had had some sort of emotional breakdown but wasn't doing anything criminal, and neither was he. He was just being a good Samaritan.  The cop should give her a ride home, but not worry about asking her name or filing a report, and he could forget about the whole thing tomorrow.

He then went back and helped Hillary stand up, then carried her to the police officer.  Then he tapped the stone.

Hillary's scream resumed, then died as she found herself suddenly in a different position in front of a police man.  The policeman was also a bit taken a back and rubbed his eyes.

"It's all right, Hillary," Sean assured her. "Everything is going to be all right.  You've had a bit of a breakdown, but you're better now.  This nice police officer will help you get home, won't you officer?"

The confused officer decided not to think about what had just happened and to help the poor crazy woman.

"That's right, ma'am. I'll take you home in my squad car.  No reason to make a fuss about all this."

Hillary looked about in confusion and shame, but was definitely calmer.  Sean figured that if he had to do any more damage control, it could wait until the next day.  He imagined messing with Hillary's head could easily become a life-long hobby.

Hillary took a deep breath and calmed herself.

"I...I'm really sorry about all this," she said.  "I don't know what...I don't know why...I...I just really want to go home.  Thank you, Sean for...for, well, you know..."

"Of course, Hillary.  It was the least I could do." Sean told her, doing his best not to crack up.  "And don't you worry.  This will just be our little secret. Nobody needs to know."

Sean winked at her and she shuddered.  Then she let the police officer lead her off to his squad car and Sean busted a gut there in the alley.  Then he continued on to the bar to see what more mischief he could get into.  With his new found power, any woman in the bar, in the city, in the whole fucking world was his for the taking.  It was time to capitalize.

He decided to circumvent the bouncer checking the door when he got to the bar. He did leave him with the panties from the blonde in the SUV stuffed in his mouth, though, before walking past is imposing but unmoving bulk.

Once in the bar, he tapped the stone and surveyed the possibilities. There were plenty. At last, he settled on one—a Hispanic woman with long dark hair an incredible rack. She was sitting in a booth with a guy, but Sean knew he could take care of that.

He slid his arm around the man’s waist. He was incredibly muscular and probably would have beaten the shit out of Sean had he done so in real time. As it was, he pulled him out of his seat without any effort and carried him to the door. As he did so, he explained the situation.

“You’re not feeling so good, friend, so you’ve decided to go home. Don’t worry about the pretty lady—she’ll be just fine. Everybody knows you’re going home so no need to tell anybody.”

Sean bent the man’s arms and legs so he was in a walking position and placed him in front of the exit. The he went back to his date.

The Latina sat motionless in mid-drink in her booth, alone now. Sean gave her tits a squeeze to make sure they were real (they were-and bra-less to boot!), then he explained a few things to her.

“You came here alone because you’re really horny and you want to get laid. You find me devastatingly attractive and want me to take you home and screw you.”

Then he tapped the stone and her boyfriend stumbled out the door. She choked slightly on her drink because Sean had accidentally moved her arms slightly while he was feeling her up.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“Yes, yes, I’m…” her eyes went wide as she looked up at him. “I’m fine. I’m…really good. I’m…Gloriana. What’s your name? Can I buy you a drink?”

“I’m Sean and I’d love a drink,” Sean told her. “Can I sit down?”

“Oh god yes,” she said. “I mean…please.”

Sean grinned at her and could see it devastated her. He sat beside her and waved over a waitress, since Gloriana was apparently too busy devouring him with his eyes to do so.

“I’ll have whatever she’s having,” he told her.

“Rum and coke?” asked the waitress.

“Yeah,” Gloriana agreed without looking at her.

“Why don’t you have another one too, Gloriana?” Sean suggested.

“What, oh, sure. Thanks!” said the besmitten woman.

Just for the hell of it, Sean tapped his stone, hopped over the bar and grabbed a bottle of Captain Morgan’s and filled up her tumbler, which was more than half empty.

“Don’t pay attention to how your glass just got fuller and stronger. Just drink it down as quick as you can without choking,” he advised her, then tapped the stone after stashing the bottle.

Gloriana blinked as, to her perception, Sean instantly shifted position slightly. But he smiled at her and that seemed to make it all better.

“Better finish your drink before the next one comes,” Sean advised.

“Oh, yeah,” she said. “Sorry.”

With a glug, glug, glug she downed the whole thing. Then hiccupped.

“Excuse me,” she said, then giggled.

“That’s a lovely dress you’re wearing,” Sean told her. “That top fits you very nicely.”

“Why thank you!” she said, sticking out her chest in her red and white striped top. He wasn’t lying. She had incredible tits and she knew it. Luckily, she seemed determined to let Sean know it as well, in as much detail as possible.

The waitress brought their drinks and they sipped at them as Gloriana told Sean about herself and Sean lied outrageously about himself. No matter how much Gloriana drank, however, the level in her glass never seemed to go down by much. Not that she noticed. She only had eyes for Sean.

After a while, she grabbed his hand, gave him a tipsy grin and said:

“Look, I’m too drunk to drive home an, to tell you the truth, I don’t even remem’er how I got here, so I think it’d be bes for everybody if you jus took me home and fucked me.”

“Well, if you thing that’s best,” Sean conceded.

“Definitely!” she said with an over-enthusiastic nod of her head.

Sean was glad to pay the bill with cash from some loud, obnoxious guy’s wallet, leaving the waitress a generous tip as well as a martini olive in her cunt. Then he steered his drunken date towards his car as she slurred dirty suggestions of what she’d like to do to him once he got her home.

***

There was a piano in her living room.

"Do you play?" Sean asked.

"I'm a regalur chopin, you be'er believe it!" she bragged, and drunkenly pounded on the piano in something that Chopin might have written if he had been as drunk as she was. She giggled.

"Have you ever had sex on the piano?" he asked.

"Nope!" she said.

"Would you like to?" he asked.

In answer, she pulled her dress up over her head and lay back on the piano bench wearing only lacy red panties with matching garter belt holding up her white stockings .

"Baby, you can do me were 'er you want to! Jus do me now!"

He obliged her, slipping off her panties but leaving the stockings and garter belt. He ran a finger up her well-groomed pussy.

“Mmmmmm!” she said and shuddered. “Oh yeah! Do me, um…what was your name again?”

“Sean,” he said, and stripped himself naked.

“Oh yeah, that’s right,” said Gloriana. “Sean. Sexy, sexy Sean. God, I’m horny! Hurry, Sean! I need cock!”

“As you wish, Gloriana,” he said, slipping on a condom. “Consider yourself fucked.”

He pounded the drunken woman there on her piano bench until they fell over, then her propped her up on her knees on the floor amid the spilled sheet music and pounded her from behind. He had already come three times that day, with three different women, and he found he was lasting longer than usual. Gloriana seemed to be enjoying this fact immensely, as judged by her slurred cries of praise for his manhood. Finally, with one herculean thrust, he went off.

“Oh yeah!” he exclaimed. Then he slid back out of her. She pushed back with her hips, trying to hold his cock with her cunt, but he was rapidly shrinking and he popped out.

“No! Shtay in me!” she cried. “I think I can come again!”

“I already shot my wad, you drunken bimbo!” he told her.

“Well, then finger me!” she told him. “I wanna come again!”

Sean always lost interest after he had come. He just wanted to rest. With fifteen minutes peace and quiet, he could usually get it up again, but women never seemed to want to give it to him.

Of course, now, he had all the time in the world.

“Forget the fingers, babe,” he told her. “I’ll fuck you with my cock again. Just take me to your bedroom.”

“Really?” she said, loosing her pout. “Oh gawd yesh! I swear I could come a hundred more times!”

Sean helped her up and supported her on unsteady legs towards her bedroom, but three steps from her bed, he tapped his bracelet. Gloriana stood frozen and needed no more help staying upright. Sean slapped her ass and headed back to her living room. He realized he was hungry and decided to raid her kitchen instead. He was delighted to find chips, freshly made guacamole and a few bottles of shiner bock. He popped open a beer and took the chips and guac out to her living room. He wished he could get a TV to work while he was outside of time. She did have a newspaper though. He made himself at home, still naked, on her couch.

The paper failed to catch his interest and once he was full, her grabbed another beer from the fridge and wandered about her condo, going through her stuff. He enjoyed the unrepentant voyeurism. He was going through her panty drawer when he noticed he was hard again. Gloriana was still in mid-stager on her way to the bed. He picked her up and put her a couple inches above her bed. In the motionless world, when he let her go she just hovered there.

He went back to his pants and grabbed his last condom. He put it on and went back to Gloriana. He tapped his bracelet and she cried out as she suddenly fell the short distance to her bed. Before she had stopped bouncing, Sean was on top of her. Before she could formulate the question to ask what had just happen, he was in her. After that, she really didn’t care. True to her word, she did come again and Sean joined her.

“Wow!” she exclaimed as he collapsed on top of her. “Yer amazzzing! I never had a guy get hard again that fast! Do you think you can do three?”

“Do you think you’re worth three?” he asked her.

“Wass tha’ supposa mean?” she asked.

“I’m just wondering how many times I should fuck you tonight,” he told her.

“How many times do you think you can fuck me?” she asked.

“That’s an interesting question. Hell, might as well answer it,” he said. “Just a second while I use the bathroom.”

In the bathroom, he pissed and then hit his bracelet. Gloriana seemed insatiable. He was curious what it would take to sate her.

He was out of condoms, but he had noticed a convenience store near her condo. He strolled out, leaving her door wide open, still naked except for his protective blue nimbus. There were condoms and cigarettes and porno at the convenience store and Sean helped himself to all of them, even the copy of Score that the motionless clerk was reading behind the counter.

He then headed back to Gloriana’s place. He napped. He started time and fucked her again. He tapped his bracelet. He read porno. He tapped his bracelet and fucked Gloriana again. He froze time and drank a liter of water and popped some vitamins and caffeine pills he found in Gloriana’s bathroom. He smoked a cigarette and then was ready to do her again. She protested that her pussy was getting soar.

“Well, how about your ass?” he asked her.

“Oh no! I would never!” she said.

He tapped the stone and explained that she would never for anyone but him. But for him she loved it.

And so, he slowly deflowered her asshole. Then he tapped his stone, took another nap, and then lubbed her up some more, tapped his stone and gave her a more vigorous ass fucking. Then he went back and forth between cunt and ass.

“It never stops….It never stops….oh god…oh god…oh god….” Gloriana said.

And then, she passed out. Sean shook her gently. She drooled but did not wake. Sean chuckled and then drifted off to sleep himself.

***

Sean woke up in Gloriana's bed.  She was still fast asleep, having been fucked into utter exhaustion. He tapped the jewel on his bracelet and the gentle rise and fall of her chest stopped as he was engulfed in the blue nimbus.

The clock was frozen at 5:03.  He had plenty of time to get to work.   But he really didn't have to go to work anymore, he realized. He could have anything he wanted.

But what he wanted was at work, he realized.  He wanted Mina.  And getting her was going to be even easier than he had thought the day before.  He didn't need drugs at all.  Though he wasn't about to throw them out.  More likely, he'd ask her to take them willingly while he was outside of time.  And somehow, that would make her do it.

He looked down at the motionless Latina.  She had been an incredible lay, no doubt, but he didn't think he'd be repeating the experience.  There were many, many fuckable women out there, after all.

Outside of time, he whispered to Gloriana how she had gotten drunk, taken a cab home, and fallen asleep masturbating.  Their lovemaking had all been a vivid erotic dream.

Then he put his clothes on and headed home.  He needed a shower.  If only he could make time move faster, he thought. He couldn't wait to get to work.

***

Despite his enthusiasm, he still ended up at the office 15 minutes late.  He had lingered about, taking his time.  He didn't need the job and a single word from him could send his boss back selling her ass on the street.  He showed up late on the principle of the thing.

As he made his way to his desk, he passed Joe Crouch's office.  Terri wasn't at her desk.  But he could here a muffled chanting coming from her boss's closed door.

Curious, he went in and put his ear to the door.  He could hear Joe grunting rhythmically.  Terri was chanting in an oddly-punctuated sing-song voice.

"Terri is the office slut! She likes to take it up the butt! Terri is the office slut! She likes to take it up the butt!"

Sean grinned widely.  He tapped the stone and then opened the door.  It was something he really had to see.

Indeed, Joe was shtupping his secretary as she bent over his desk.  She looked ecstatic.  Sean went up to her and whispered 'come hard and loudly'.

Then he went outside again, closed the door and touched the stone.  Terri screamed out in raging orgasm just a few seconds later.

Sean chuckled.  Then it dawned on him.  If Terri and Hillary had both sucked up his suggestions yesterday, wouldn't that mean that...

He rushed to accounting.  Mina was no where to be seen.  She hadn't been in yet that morning, they told him.

Sean moped back to his desk.  There were some things he wanted to clean out of there, in case he decided not to come back.  He wondered what had happened to Mina and just how much longer he would have to wait.

His question was answered as he entered his cubicle. There behind his desk sat Mina wearing a burgundy overcoat with a black silk hat.

Her eyes lit up when she saw Sean.

"I thought you'd never get here!" she exclaimed.

She stood up.

“I was thinking,” she explained. “that I really would like to go out with you. Or rather…”

She opened the coat to show her firm, luscious body was completely naked.

“What I’d really love for you to do is suck my nipples. And then say hello to Little Miss Pussy. I’m all wet for you, Sean. I’ve been fantasizing about you behind my desk and I can’t take it anymore.”

Sean grinned.

“That’s marvelous news, Mina,” he said. “But we can’t do this in my cubicle.”

She pouted.

“We’ll have a lot more privacy in Brixter’s office,” he clarified. “come on.”

Mina grinned, closed her coat and followed him.

“Hey, Hillary? How you doing this morning?” Sean asked as he poked his head into his boss’s office.

“SEAN!” she exclaimed, instantly flustered. “I…I’m fine, thanks…I…how are you?”

“I’m good, but I was wondering if you could do me a favor and let me and Mina borrow your office for, like, oh, maybe 45 minutes?”

“My…my office? Well, uh, yes, of course! Of course! Anything you need, Sean,” she said. “I like to be…flexible…yes, um, take my office, I was, um going to go to the ladies room. Yes. Definitely need to go to the ladies room.”

She stared at his crotch, which was bulging after Mina’s surprise.

“Yes. Now. Quickly.” Hillary affirmed.

Sean closed the door behind his boss.

“Alone at last,” he said to Mina, and he kissed her as she melted into his embrace.

He stripped off her coat. Naked, she slowly undressed him.

“What’s that?” she asked, pointing to the bracelet.

“This?” Sean asked, and tapped it.

“You don’t need to worry about that,” Sean assured her as she stood frozen in time. “And by the way, you’re favorite thing in the world is to suck my cock.”

He tapped it again.

“It’s nothing,” he told her.

“Oh,” she said, with out a hint of curiosity. “Say, before we fuck, can I suck you off? It’s my favorite thing in the world!”

“Of course, Mina,” Sean told her. “Of course. We have plenty of time.”

The End

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