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I sat at the bench opposite the store window for a long time. When I had first left the Russian tennis star there, she had attracted a lot of attention from the passers-by. Double-takes, long stares, comments. But now, after some time, she was just like any other mannequin. People would look, then look away and keep right on walking. Even those in the store didn’t bother wondering who had put the "new mannequin" in the window.
I couldn’t stop staring. Even with all the sex and all of the women that I had been able to have with my powers, this was the most fun that I had had in a long time. It was thrilling to have the power, but even more of a thrill to be able to show off that power in front of the (moving) world. Here was one of the world’s most beautiful (and therefore untouchable) women stuck in a pose that would cream most guys’ pants for the world to see. I stood from the bench with a renewed sense of power, ready to resume the party that was upstairs.
I passed the bar which was still buzzing from the sexual act they had witnessed earlier with snickers and laughter, and heard the music blaring. It was actually nice to hear the world come to life again. I had nearly forgotten how much fun it could be. I walked into the lobby which was sparsely populated now, except for a dark haired woman in a long dark coat at the counter being helped by Natalie the hotel manager.
Natalie began ringing the bell and calling for a bellboy, but no one would come. The dark-haired woman had quite a bit of luggage and would probably need some help.
"I apologize, ma’am for the lack of help," said Natalie. "We’re a little short staffed this evening. Perhaps I could close the counter for a moment and I could help you to your room."
Perhaps it was the guilt that I felt from embarrassing Natalie earlier, or perhaps because it was time for me to do another good deed. Whatever it was, I stepped up to the counter and found myself saying "I’d be happy to help out."
Natalie and the dark-haired woman turned to me. "That is really wonderful of you," said Natalie. "But I don’t think you should. I don’t want our guests to be inconvenienced."
"It’s no trouble at all," I said. "If, that is, it’s alright with you, ma’am."
The dark haired woman turned to me. She was absolutely dazzling. She was about 5’5", black hair, and beautiful eyes. She looked Chinese and probably a model. She flashed a brilliant smile at me and said. "No, I wouldn’t mind. Thanks for your offer." She extended a hand toward me. "I’m Kelly."
I took her hand and shook it. Another Kelly, I thought. Something lucky about the name. "Jonathan. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Which room is yours?"
"I apologize for not having the Presidential Suite available," Natalie said. "But we do have the next largest suite available for you on the 59th floor."
"That’s okay," she said smiling. "I’m just looking to get off my feet for the night."
I gave Kelly a quick once over before she could notice me looking. Under her long coat, she wore a sleeveless red top, a black skirt with an opening in the front, and strappy high heeled sandals. They looked like the "barely there" shoes that I had put on Anna.
Natalie smiled and typed a few things on her computer. "Here is your key Miss Hu. Enjoy your stay. And thank you again for all of your help," she said turning toward me with a smile.
I snapped my finger and the world halted once more. I leaned over and let out a command for Natalie to give me a deep kiss. She leaned over and we kissed passionately. Her mouth opened and I could feel her tongue probing my mouth. Natalie was quite the kisser. I pulled away, leaving her frozen in a kiss and started time again. Natalie retracted in confusion wondering why she had leaned so far forward.
"No problem at all," I said taking the first of Kelly’s bags and loading onto the cart beside the desk and pushing it up to the elevator.
The doors closed and I stood next to Kelly. I smiled politely and she smiled politely back. "Thanks again for your help, I really appreciate it."
"Not a problem, Miss Hu," I said trying to be polite.
"Your name is Kelly Hu, right?"
"Yes." I put a finger to my lips. "I’m sorry, but your name rings a bell for some reason. I feel like I’ve heard it somewhere before."
She smiled and turned away. I could have sworn she blushed. "I’m an actress. Maybe you’ve seen some of my work?"
I actually hadn’t. I had been so busy running around with my new powers that I hadn’t been in a movie theatre or a video store in a long, long time. I smiled and said, "Sure, sure. Of course! I’ve enjoyed your work very much." I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. Besides, she seemed nothing like a Hollywood diva.
"Thanks," she said, probably sensing that I was lying. "I appreciate the comments. Are you a guest here in the hotel?"
"Yes, I’m here on business," I said. "I’m staying on the 65th floor."
She turned to me. "Isn’t that the Presidential Suite?"
Now it was my turn to turn away and blush. "Yes it is."
"So you’re the reason why I can’t get the big suite!" she said laughing. She put a hand to my shoulder. "I’m just kidding."
We shared a laugh as the elevator came to a stop on her floor. I put my hands on the luggage rack and began to push, but then she stopped me. "It’s okay. I can take it from here."
"Are you sure?" I said. "It’s really no trouble at all."
She smiled and put her hands on the rack. "No, it’s perfectly fine. I wanted to pack all of this, I should be the one to take it to my room." She gave the rack a good push and she started her way out of the elevator. She turned and smiled at me as the doors were closing. "Thanks again for your help."
"My pleasure," I said just before the doors closed shut and the elevator made its way up. Something told me that I would find a way to see her again sometime soon. It was probably the stirring in my groin…
The elevator doors opened at my floor and I snapped my fingers again, freezing the world. I could release my concentration since the world had stopped and focus on some fun. Anna had gotten all of the attention and it was about time that I got to play with my other toys.
It was a good thing that I had stopped time when I did because when I got to the door, there was a maid there who had just opened the door a crack. She had ignored the do not disturb sign.
I stepped around her and her cart and went into the door. There, just as I had left them, were the girls and Enrique, whom I had left in a rather strange position just before leaving his body and re-entering mine. He was standing, spread eagled, legs apart, arms to the sides, and completely naked, his stiff member pointing at his chin. His face was expressionless and he was staring straight ahead.
I turned back to the maid at the door. She was still bent at the waist, electronic key in hand. She was fairly young looking, blonde hair tied up in a bun, dressed in a blue and white maid outfit. I gave her a command to stand up straight and walk to the middle of the room. She was fairly attractive and pretty well built. As she stood at attention beside Enrique, I got a better look at her. She was very pretty, probably in her mid 30’s, blue eyes, full lips, tanned, but small, maybe 5’4". I could see by her nametag that her name was Renee.
I sent out a command for Renee to undress completely and fold her uniform neatly on the chair on the other side of the room. I watched as she undressed slowly, slowly taking off her shoes and socks, exposing her bright red toenails. She removed her maid’s uniform and hat, folding them nicely and neatly on the chair. She reached behind her back and undid her white bra, letting her smallish breasts free. She slipped her white panties down her leg and walked back beside Enrique and stood at attention once again. Renee, as it turned out, was quite a beauty. She did have a tan line around her breasts and her trimmed but bushy crotch, but by the looks of her tan, she wasn’t afraid to wear very revealing swimwear. I had her pirouette and I could see the tan line of a thong at her backside.
Now it was time for some fun. I had her stop circling and bend down in a four point stance, like a defensive lineman about to rush the quarterback. Renee crouched down, hands flat on the floor, feet a little more than shoulder width apart, and her head up. Her firm was stuck upwards in the air. I ran my hands across her backside and reached down between her legs to run my fingers through her fuzzy crotch. Her flank was a bit dry so I sent out a command to her and her pussy began to moisten. I toyed with her now dangling breasts a bit before moving over for the second part of the puzzle.
Enrique walked behind Renee, took a hold of her waist, and plunged his throbbing penis inside of her. His thighs met her backside once with a slap that echoed through the silent world. I placed a complicated command inside the both of them that would help me keep count of the time I had spent in the frozen world. I would have Enrique enter Renee once per second. Once they reached 3600 entries (or one hour), Enrique would cum and Renee would orgasm loudly for ten seconds, then they would continue their movement. It was my own personal erotic clock.
I sent the command and watched as Enrique, face slack, enter Renee once per second. Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap. With each entry, Renee’s body lunged forward slightly, but she never lost her balance, nor did she change her expression. Her blue eyes just stared straight ahead.
I smiled and shook my head. I was one twisted individual when I put my mind into it.
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