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Well, I have written 2 more chapters of "Time Enough for Anything" I would greatly appreciate anyone who has a comment or suggestion telling me about it. I plan on writing more if there is enough consent. E-mail me at novice3@hotmail.comJason’s breakfast was the best meal he could ever remember. He didn’t know if it was really that good or if he was just that hungry, but who the hell cared. He just gobbled it up like it was his last meal and enjoyed thoroughly every bite. Betsy came around often checking on his progress to see if he needed anything. After Jason had finished eating, he leaned back in his chair and sipped his coffee. He admired Betsy as he watched her hop from table to table filling coffee cups and water glasses, serving hot plates of food, and tending to her patrons. Betsy was not a looker by any stretch of the imagination. She was overweight slightly and the lines on her face told of her age and of the rough life she probably had lived. Jason was ready to leave the diner and see what new adventures might await him the rest of the day. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small wad of bills the he had ‘borrowed’ from the bank. He pulled out a 20 dollar bill, and just for grins and to show his appreciation, he laid another 20 on top of it.
Jason walked out of the door and turned left, not sure where he was headed. He walked a couple of blocks as he let his mind roam trying to decide what to do next. When he got to the stop light and stood waiting for the green light, he happened to notice a store that he had never paid much attention to. It was a very nice clothing store that Jason had never been in. He never wore suits or fancy clothing but decided it was time to treat himself to a new shirt or jeans or something.
Entering the store, he began to feel a little uneasy since he was only dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. He strode down a few aisles looking for something to catch his eye when he saw a pretty cool looking shirt on a display. Looking through the stack below the display proved to be a little frustrating as he couldn’t find his size. Hell, he didn’t even know what size he wore. All the clothing he ever wore were marked Large or Extra Large. These shirts were sized in numbers. He looked around to find some assistance figuring it was about time he learned a few finer things in life since he was going to be a fairly rich man.
He saw a sales consultant milling about at the end of the shirt section and walked over to him. Jason was a little miffed that nobody looked his way to assist him and instead he had to go find someone. He took a deep breath and politely asked the clerk for some help. "I don’t really know what size shirt I need, but I saw some over there that I like. Would you assist me please?"
The sales consultants face didn’t change expression as he eyed Jason with a look of disdain. Seeing this dumpy guy wearing faded worn-out jeans and a slightly tattered t-shirt made the clerk instantly judge that Jason was not ‘his type’ of customer. Working on commission rather than salary, the salesman figured the this was going to be a waste of his valuable time. "Show me which shirt you had in mind and I will see what I can do" the salesman replied. They walked back to the stack of shirts and Jason pointed out which color he was interested in. "What size do you wear?" he asked.
"I told you, I don’t know what size I wear. I buy extra-large mostly but in some shirts a large will do.
The salesman grunted under his breath. He knew how to measure for a proper fit but didn’t really want to waste his time on this guy who probably couldn’t even afford a pair of socks from this store. "Sir, I will be glad to measure you for a good fit, however please note that this shirt sells for $98.00. We have a sale rack over in the corner with some discontinued styles in out-dated fabrics that might fit better into your budget. Would you like to look at some of those?"
Jason did not loose his cool. Oh, he wanted to…very much. As a matter of fact if this would have happened a day or two ago he would probably have told the guy off and left the store. But then, two days ago he really couldn’t have afforded to spend that kind of money for a shirt. But today Jason did not need to raise his voice or express his anger in the normal method. Today Jason simply yelled "STOP!"
Jason had never been a violent person. Not that he never got angry, but he was afraid of getting into a fight. Now standing in front of this arrogant butt-hole of a salesman with time at a standstill, Jason had time to think a little bit. He followed his first instinct immediately. He swung his right arm, hand open and palm forward, striking the man across the face. Jason had no skill in fighting so it was probably more of a bitch-slap than a right cross. But the contact of his hand with the mans face still felt extremely satisfying. "You arrogant sonofabitch! What gives you the right to talk down to me like that. Just because I don’t dress exactly like you doesn’t mean that I am a low-life." Jason exclaimed in an aggravated tone. "I wish I could think of a way to punish you, to make you pay for your insolence, to get back at you for pissing me off. You know, it would be great if when I started time again that you couldn’t talk. That would be a hoot. Yeah, that’s it. You are a mute and you will loose your job because you can't talk to customers. Hard to sell something if you cant talk about it, isn’t it? Then you couldn’t be such an ass-hole to people that you think are ‘below you’. Yup, that is what I would like. And what the hell, while I’m at it, you should also turn gay. He he…yeah, and any time you see a man that is ‘beneath you’ you have a burning desire to suck his cock. Ha ha ha…this is great. Here we have the high and mighty professional sales consultant in a ritzy store who was a complete ass-hole but now prefers to lick assholes and suck the cocks of those he feels superior to."
It was like the best therapy Jason could ever hope for. No professional therapist could have ever made him feel better than he did right now. Just the mental picture of this turd dropping to his knees and begging to suck someone’s cock and lick their asshole, having to use hand signals and expressions, caused Jason to bust out laughing. It took Jason several minutes to collect himself and return somewhat to normal. He looked at the salesman and decided he really wasn’t very mad anymore. He didn’t really feel like doing much to the guy since his imagination had taken over and caused him to laugh out loud. Jason decided to just start time again and show the man that he had money, get the guy to measure him, pay for his shirt, and then get the hell out of there. He didn’t want to find another salesman that might insult him again, or go to another store where the same thing could happen. After all, Jason knew it was true that he didn’t really have much class.
"GO" he hollered. "Sir, I have $200.00 in cash. I want you to measure me and tell me what size I need. I will try it on and if it fits well I will buy it. Just please don’t attempt to insult me any more than you already have." The salesman opened his mouth to respond…but nothing came out. Only breath. He tried again, with the same lack of success. He tried clearing his throat but that did not help at all. "Hey, man, you alright?" asked Jason.
Again the man attempted to talk but no sound could be heard. They both stood there looking at each other for a few seconds. Jason was looking at this guy wondering what had happened to him. The salesman, however, was thinking something totally different. He was suddenly overcome with an insane desire to suck Jason’s cock and lick his asshole. He had never touched a man in a sexual way, but somehow it just seemed right. It seemed natural and normal to him that anyone that was not up to his standards should be somehow consoled. And the only way he could imagine to make Jason feel better about being low-class would be to lick his asshole and suck his cock for him. The salesman again tried to speak. He wanted to tell Jason that he was sorry and that he wanted to blow him. After a couple more attempts at speech, the man gave up and opened his mouth to form an ‘O’. then he took the index finger of his left hand and pointed to the ‘O’ of his lips. He could only hope that Jason understood.
The look on Jason’s face was one of confusion. He really had no idea what the hell this guy was up to. He was playing like he couldn’t talk and had pursed his lips into an ‘O’ and was pointing at it. But when the salesman curled his hand around an imaginary cock and acted like he was poking it in and out of his mouth, Jason got a clue. "Oh my ever lovin god! It cant be. No. He is acting like he is sucking a cock. Like he wants to suck MY cock. And he can't speak. Holy shit. I told him while he was frozen in time that he should become a mute, and that he would have a burning desire to….Holy shit!" Jason was thinking 800 miles an hour as he stood there watching the guy suck an air dick. Jason turned and walked out of the store as quickly as his shocked and surprised body would take him. Now he really had to think.
"What the hell was that all about? Do I have more ‘power’ now? Can I also control peoples minds? And if I can, how did I do it?" Jason found a bus stop bench on the next block and sat down. His knees were shaking so bad he could hardly walk. He had to try to figure out what the hell was going on in his life. Earlier today he had discovered he had the ability to stop time. That was cool. So very cool that he was happier than he had ever been. He had no more money worries. He had gotten laid. He had a deep throat blow job. And he had hundreds of ideas about what sexual adventures he could get involved in. But now he had been thrown another curve. Now he had caused that salesman to stop speaking and to turn gay and want to lick his ass and blow him. An hour had passed since Jason had sat down on the bench. His mind ablaze with thought. In his confusion, he didn’t notice the lady that had taken a seat on the other end of the bench. He probably wouldn’t have noticed her even then except that she sneezed and woke him from his deep thoughts. He turned his head in her direction and was instantly in awe. There, on the other end of the bench, in the drab little town of Greenville, in the middle of Oklahoma, sat the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. We are not talking about a pretty woman, or an attractive woman. This woman was breathtakingly beautiful. There has never been a more attractive woman on stage, in magazines, or on television. She had a striking resemblance to the lady that played opposite Antonio Bandaras in that Zorro movie Jason had seen last year.
"What was her name?" Jason thought. "Umm, Karen? No. Kathy? No. Oh yeah, Catherine Zeta Jones." The woman’s dark complection was flawless. Her eyelashes were perfect and full. Her eyes would have melted the polar ice cap in mere moments. Her shiny black hair flowed from her head falling slightly below her shoulders, gleaming with the reflection of the mid-day sun. she was dressed in a pair of black slacks, topped by a mauve colored blouse. Jason judged by the distance her blouse stood out from her bustline that she had a rack that would make a baby cry. This perfect specimen of female flesh had instantly mesmerized him. He soon realized that his mouth was dry which brought his attention to his wide-open mouth.
Quickly closing his jaw, Jason began forming a plan. "Ok, this is the babe of my dreams. Hell, this is the babe of anyone’s dreams. How should I do this?" Jason knew he had to have this voluptuous vixen. But this is not the kind of girl you would want to freeze and do things to. This is a girl you want to have at your beck and call. Quickly, Jason began going over and over the events in the clothing store. He tried to figure out how he was able to get the salesman to do what he had told him. Several minutes passed as he contemplated how he could control a mind. "Ok, I told the guy what I wanted and it just happened. So I guess that is all I have to do. I will just tell her that she wants me more than anything on this earth. I will tell her that she cannot think of anything other than pleasing me sexually in any way I want." And Jason did just that. He got her attention by saying "Ma’am," and just blurted it out. "You want me more than anything on this earth. You can think of nothing other than pleasing me sexually in any way I want. You know that I am the sexiest man you have ever seen and you are so turned on by me that you would give anything you have to be my sex slave."
The silence became intolerable. Jason just sat and waited for her response. He thought that maybe it takes a few seconds for the commands to sink in. The next 5 seconds seemed to stretch into hours. 5 seconds. That is the amount of time it took the woman to assimilate what she had just heard from this dolt sitting at the other end of the bench. WHAP! The woman’s arm flew so swiftly that Jason only saw a blur. Then the familiar stinging of his left cheek began to wash over his face.
When the stars disappeared from Jason’s vision, he looked to the spot that had once contained the woman of his dreams. Now it was simply and empty seat for whoever was weary of walking or someone waiting for their fifty cent bus ride. "STOP" Jason yelled in a panic. He jumped up and looked around to find her. There was not a lot of foot traffic in town at this hour of the day so she was easy to spot. There, one step away from the pay-phone booth she stood. Her right hand was already extended out to grasp the receiver while her left hand was digging for some change. As small as this town was she figured it would only be a moment before the police would arrive. Unfortunately for her, she never reached the phone. In mid-stride, she was frozen in time. Jason walked over to her and took a moment to walk around her to see every inch of her he could. His first opinion of her was not the same as it was now. Now that he had a good chance to look her over, he decided his first opinion was way way too little.
This was a pin-up model. Catherine Zeta Jones could only dream of looking this good. But what could Jason do now? He had failed miserably to ‘mind control’ her. He had to think. Think hard. He had to find out how to make her want him beyond all else. While he was thinking, Jason used the opportunity allowed him by his time stop ability. He grabbed her ass. Her delectable ass. Her tight, round, firm, glorious ass. He squeezed it, he rubbed it, and he fondled it. Using his free hand, he did a reach-around on her tits. Jason had felt quite a few tits in his day. Oh he got slapped for it every time in the past. But now he had his hand on the firmest perfectly rounded breasts he had ever felt. "Baby, how am I gonna make you want me? What is the secret? What did I do to that salesclerk that made him obey my commands?" Jason wondered out loud. All of a sudden it dawned on poor slow-minded Jason.
"Oh hell yeah! I told that guy to be that way while he was frozen in time. Shit yes!" Jason was convinced the he now had the secret. All he needed now was a test, and what better subject could he use than this beauty standing before him. "Ok sweet cheeks, this is how it is going to be. When I restart time, you are going to turn and look at me. When you do so, you will see the sexiest, most handsome, most desirable man you have ever seen. You will immediately have an uncontrollable desire to please me in every way possible. You will love me with all your heart. You will do anything I say without question. You will believe that every command I give you is your total purpose in life. You will always do everything you can think of to please me. You will find other women to have sex with me and convince them that I am as close to a god as anyone who has ever lived. You would give your live to protect mine. You will never be jealous if I am having sex with anyone else as my pleasure is your desire in life. You will never do anything that would cause me harm or pain, mentally or physically. Oh, and everything I say or do turns you on. Your pussy will get wet instantly just by looking at me. And even wetter when I speak. And you will get incredibly horny at any mention I make of sex." Jason had to take a break. The ideas where flowing through his head at breakneck speed. He wanted to be careful that none of his commands was a mistake. He also wanted to make sure that she would be his until he was tired of her. Something else dawned on him at that moment. If anything went wrong, all he had to do was stop time again and correct it. So Jason decided it was time to bring this to a close and see how well it worked.
"Ok, one last thing, for now. You will be multi-orgasmic and you will cum on my command. And every time I cum, you will have the most tremendous orgasm you have ever had. It will get better every time." Jason was somewhat nervous. He had finally figured out how he had caused the salesman to do as he wished, but this was far far more important to him. This was the most important thing in his life from birth to this second. When he started time, the most fantastic piece of female flesh he had ever had the pleasure to gaze upon would hopefully be his to do as he wished. Who wouldn’t be nervous at that possibility? But then, who could do what Jason could do. No-one. Jason was a one of a kind now. Not only could he stop time, but if he was right he could also give commands to anyone he wished while they were frozen it time. And they would OBEY them. "WoooHooo!" Jason exclaimed out loud. He was tired of waiting. He had to start time again and begin playing with his new toy.
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