Chapter 2

Becky had made her money back in commissions in less than a year. It was easy money, stepping out of the showers someone came up to her and asked who her trainer was. She explained about her outside doctor and using the health club as a maintenance thing. She warned her that he was expensive, but she would set uo an appointment for her.

By the time Mrs Jerome arrived Paul and Carol had already done a credit check on her. Five minutes on the massage table and Mrs J didn't think 20% of her net worth was too much to pay for feeling and looking that good. Through one of her leads we got to that Hollywood money. From Hollywood, we got an intro to some New York bankers. The money and pussy were great, but I could feel an itch, my passenger wanted something, I just didn't know what yet.

Oh Yeah, sometimes I am (forced/told/want) to do stuff I have no control over I guess it's part of the deal One time, I flew to Paris, sat in the airport for 6 hours, watching people getting off of planes there was a flight from India, an Anglo guy came out of the walkway, and I felt my eyes tighten up, I had, I repeat, had to, stare hard and I felt sort of a ... no real way for me to describe it, I had a brain hiccup and a stomach somersault! Very strange sensation, he fell down, I didn't stay to see anymore. I'm afraid to try that look, that feeling, again, until I absolutely have to. Understand, I don't know if I can make people fall down on my own. My guess is the guy is dead, I know I can influence people, seduce them, but kill them on my own? Don't know and don't want to try until I have too. Another time I got up early and had to take the commuter train into town, I stood there and had to ask a woman if she had a moment, I made her sit down and have coffee, she was bitching about being late for an appointment but 20 minutes later I told her she could go. No, I have no idea ... You have to understand, I don't go into a coma or become some sort of zombie, in fact several times I didn't know I was being directed until half way done with my ... assignment? I don't know what else to call them. I've tried to communicate, link, get in touch, drunk, sober, on a little grass, absolutely no response! It is as if I'm leaving a message on voice mail but there is no recording, hell there isn't even a beep!

There was that TV chef, you know the one, with the great smile and always showing a little tit. I had to go to her taping, talked to her for a few minutes and we spent the afternoon in a hotel room. Don't get me wrong, I loved the sex. She was smiling and laughing all the way. But it wasn't me that made me go to that studio, (somebody, Something) inside me wanted her, I was just the vehicle not the instigator. I swear that I could feel that it wasn't me coming, it was someone using my cum for themselves. Same with the last three child gal country singers, by the way, they were all young, but I wasn't the first. Strangely, I've tried the same lines without being controlled and it doesn't work. Oh, once I put a hand on someone I pretty much own them. You know, mother's and daughters are fun. Love those upscale malls! Or downtown, two office workers on lunch break, take them to the nearest hotel and two ladies who may have worked together for 2 or 3 years suddenly find themselves eating each other and jointly sucking my dick. Another quirky goldmine for me is art museums, I can usually find a 40 or 50 plus society matron and a grubby little art student or nerd, Watching someone with their pearls on and their tits sagging, once their expensive bras are put aside, watching them lick a not 100% clean teen pussy is a soul fulfilling thing for me. Understand, even if they don't have the kind of money I need, I try to leave them a little something. Maybe de wrinkle their neck, improve the muscle tone on their tits, maybe tune up their clit. Seems only right. Of course if they've got money, I introduce them to my clinic. There was the time I made Carol pick out two women that she wanted sucking her, she didn't want to, but by luck it was sisters and one was a Jesus freak, what fun! With the JF; made her renounce god, mid fuck, then I was fucking one sis in the ass while the other eats out the wife, by the time I/we're done ( or me and my co-rider, if you like) Carol wants to do 'that' again and the two sisters are talking about divorcing their husband and moving in I suggest they try to get husbands to join then in a super family fuck fest and new life style. See, here is the confusing part, was the idea about changing their life style mine or my rider, I'll never know. Always meant to go back and find out, like I wanted to see the office girls 6 months later see if they had changed. One exception was one mother daughter combo that I would visit every couple of months, that involved some pretty heavy stuff, lots of enemas and sheet changing, no blood but some beatings by the daughter on mommie, The only part I really enjoyed was hearing mommy saying, "Oh no please not us again." So if whatever it is wants me to stare hard at a stranger, who am I to complain? I think, I'm way ahead on points

Shame that this happened after my folks were dead, I had some scores I would have loved to settle. But I still have the locker rooms at the tennis open and the female track and field meets. Interestingly gymnasts have all their muscles in the wrong places, not a lot of fun in bed. But the high jumpers and the pole vaulters skinny and flat chested but talented crotches, doesn't matter if we don't speak the same language once they're horizontal. At first I thought, because of the history that I had stumbled on some sort of magic, some honest to god 3000 year old demon. But the longer I live with this the more I think I'm inhabited by some sort of symbiotic something, extra terrestrial, unknown virus, something. Can't be magic because I just don't fall into money. Tried gambling, couldn't influence cards or dice or roulette. Can't forecast lotto numbers I guess I could work my way up the food chain and find a rich guy and have him give me half his money, but I feel my (passenger? Boss? Owner? Friend??) wants ... I think ... this clinic idea. Perhaps (he, she, it) is looking for someone or something. That day comes my guess, I'll be alone or dead, whatever it wants. Can't fight something that I can't see, or feel, so I'm enjoying all the sex I can get and the little fuck arounds I can do to people. Right now, plenty of sex, of all varieties, had a couple of straight guys suck me off, did nothing for me but there isn't much you can do between two sexes and 2 to 5 people that I haven't enjoyed. Have enough money day to day but this clinic thing could be big bucks plus something nice about fucking stars and or rich broads and getting paid

Found out my sperm seems to bound women to me, oral, ass or pussy, once cum in them I own them. Wives accept they still have to fuck their husbands even do a better job than before, but I own them. Call at 4 am and over they come or go to their house fuck them in their bed, most husbands leave the room, some guys like to watch

Doctor Jim Bailey and his wife Jane were surprised to see a Ferrari pull into their driveway Jim was even more surprised to see Paul Hanson his best friend from high school get out. It had been what 30 or more years years since he'd seen Paul. But Paul looked as if he hadn't aged. The last he'd heard about Paul was that he was head of the Ancient Books Collection at a major university. You used to see guys like him at big universities, they knew an awful lot about stuff nobody was interested in any more. Jim remembered even in high school he was considered strange because he was a gentile going to the local synagogue school to learn Hebrew. He remembered someone telling him about that crazy Paul who could read and write, Greek, Latin, Aramaic and could decipher cuneiform. There was talk about him trying to perform a black mass. The divinity school guys were a little afraid of him.

Paul introduced the young girl with him, Jim somehow remembered that Carol was Paul's first wife's name, "Saves on monograms I guess" he thought Then Carol set him back on his heels. "Surprised to see a lousy old Buick in your driveway, you used to love sports cars." Sneaking peeks he thought, by god it is her, what the hell, who's her surgeon? That's good work.

Paul laughed, "Yeah it's the same old Carol, looks good huh?

Jim's wife, was his second, she had been a trophy wife twenty years ago and had never met Paul or Carol, so she was at a loss about what her husband was talking about or why he was staring so hard at her guests. After Lunch Paul turned to Carol, "Honey, go bring that bottle from the car. Thanks" Turning to Jim, "You still like good Cognac, wait till you try this. Carol brought a wooden box to the table and when she opened it, inside was a crystal decanter of Hardy, "Perfection" supposedly nothing in the bottle was under 140 years old.

Jim looked, "Where did you get this?"

"A guy owed me a favor. I'm not a big fan of Cognac, so I thought you might like it."

Even Jane who was not much of a drinker of anything stronger than a Red Bull knew this was special stuff.

They were on their second drink when Paul brought it into the open. "Let me tell you why I'm here. I want to open a medical clinic and I want you as a partner,." He held up a hand to stop any interruptions. "Let me finish my pitch before you say no. You see how Carol and I look, I want to start an anti aging clinic specializing in very rich people. I think your share would be in the range of one to three million a year plus side benefits. I don't know if you remember, but I was always interested in that part of Europe that was the dividing line between the Eastern and Western Roman empire. Well I kept running across little fragments that talked about a witch, wizard, Shaman, healer, what ever. The strange part was these comments were in several different languages and sometimes separated by hundreds of years. When I retired, I went on vacation in the area of the Drina river in the Balkans. It;s still pretty wild there, once you get off the highway it's a little scary. Short version, I found a cave, there was a cave in, I was three days getting out."

Carol interrupted, "Thank god I wasn't there, I would have gone crazy. It's bad enough just hearing about it."

"Anyway, something happened to me in there, radiation, spiritual enlightenment, something. Jim, I can heal people! Not only that I can make them younger! But it's a difficult thing to advertise I thought a clinic an anti aging clinic, rich people, we could make a fortune and even pay taxes and still be rich!' He took a deep breath, "Don't look at me that way, I'm not crazy, Carol, tell them your age, you know I'm the same age as you 73, look at me!!"

Carol piped up, "I'm 67 years old and I don't need a bra, wanna see?"

"Let me explain a little, I don't know exactly how this stuff works, when I came out of the cave I knew I was different, I didn't know how or why, I still don't know why, Look when I found I could heal myself, had some scrape and bruises from the cave in woke up and ached and wished they were gone, by noon they were gone, tried some other stuff, grew my fingernails a half inch in an hour, told the hotel my bill was paid, they agreed, The short version of this story is that I was able to improve myself. Since then, I've found I can help others. But it's not standard medicine, mine is a form of faith healing, and you can't sell that big time. I'm not some snake handing speaker in tongues, This is something I can do and I want to make a lot of money at it. A clinic, health spa, legitimizes me and ... well hell I'm even willing to pay taxes on the money! Apparently some body energy is involved in these changes. So like a two or three week stay would be a minimum.

Half an hour later Paul was saying, "I told you, no pact with the devil, no magic potions, I don't know what, but something happened in that cave. Look before you say no again, show me something that aches on you two, I'll give you one free fix, and we'll leave. You got the number, if you like the results you call, if not, we had a nice drive in the country" Jane had the onset of Rotator cuff shoulder and Jim had bad knees. It took one more drink but they finally let him touch them. With a hand on Jane's shoulder he said, "See, no mumbo jumbo, I don't know why, it just works." As he was saying that he realized that he could fix this shoulder a lot faster than that Becky's, he was learning, absorbing anatomy!

As they were driving home, paul said, "See, if it hadn't been for the booze, we wouldn't have got that far.

Carol looked over at him, "Look I agree we need a legal framework, if it's not this guy we'll find somebody else." The two of them couldn't forget the scary incident in the south of France when some Arab prince thought he could kidnap them. That was too close to every forget.

"Give them some time. I think they'll come around, I've got a good feeling." He smiled inwardly, thinking of the big surprise he had implanted in Jane.

The next morning both Jane and Jim said, almost simultaneously, "I think that pain is gone."

It was Jim who said, let's wait a month, see if it returns. Within two weeks it was as if they had forgotten about Paul's visit.

Three weeks later the phone rang, it was Jane, she had found a lump on a breast, she was as calm as could be expected under the circumstances.

Paul was the cool one, but then he had been expecting the call. "OK, look, get it biopsied, do not let them do a lumpectomy and get a scan, let's be sure nothing has spread. Carol and I will be there the day after tomorrow. Make up a spare room for us."

They were half way there when the dime dropped for Carol, "You set this up, I didn't know you could do that, Wow, going to have to be even nicer to you." She laughed as she thought about their relationship. She had divorced him after 10 years, basically out of boredom, he was a stick in the mud, stick in the mud that always had his nose in a book. Some of his stuff wasn't so much a book as a manuscript. Sometimes his study looked like a woodcut of some medieval scholar, everything except the books on chains. He had looked her up after his Balkan trip, she was surprised at how good he looked, he offered to take 'those age lines' out of her face, she dozed off under his massage and woke up with the face she remembered from almost 40 years ago! In a day she discovered that he had already messed with her mind, she was in fucking love with him! Yes she was angry that he had messed with her mind, but how angry can you get with the man you truly love? She found out in rapid succession that she loved sucking his dick, she could get off getting ass fucked, she didn't mind helping him pick up and screw other women and if he wanted, she was happy to eat pussy for him. Not the old age she had planned, but every time she looked in the mirror, with or without her clothes on she loved being young. Even nicer, he had rejuvenated her with out the menstrual cycle shit. Boy, to look this good and no cramps! Life don't get much better than that! She even found it fun when he would point her at somebody and tell her to go seduce them. If it made her Paul happy, she was happy. In one corner of her mind she knew she was being manipulated, but she felt it was a manipulation that was good for her, all in all it was one hell of a good life!

When they got there, Jim was concerned, Jane was falling apart. Yes it was malignant, no, no sign it had spread. He took Jane's hand, first, calm down, I can fix this for you, I've done it before, should be easy. Now you two sit down, we have to talk. Here's my deal, after you listen, you say no, you can go with conventional medicine, you say yes, we're partner's and you are cancer free."

As if he had a hammer and nail, Paul started building the box he was going to put them in.

"Number one, no more pain shoulder, or knee right? Jim, other knee still hurt? See it works. Now I want to open a high dollar clinic, we'll specialize in weight loss, anti aging and anti cancer treatments.

As part of our front, I need a physician, we're going to have a big physio plant, a big diet program, group therapy and so on. All of that will be to cover the fact that I can cure people. Carol and I almost got kidnapped by an Arab a couple of months so we don't want to work as independents any more, what could be better than a very high dollar clinic? I've got 300 acres in the Ozarks we can fence and patrol it without any suspicions. I think we should be billing 7 to 10 mil a year, your take should be about 1 to 2 mil after taxes. Now everybody take a deep breath, here comes the hard part; you join we will be full partners in and out of bed. I want to be sure you're 100 % committed to my program, That means four to a bed, film in a vault. In addition the four of will be fucking many of the patients. And I think Carol here can vouch that it will also be fun. Now Carol and I are going to drive into town and have some lunch You got an hour to make up your mind. One last thing, what I take away I can give back, so don't think you can change your mind in a month!"

Jane and Jim stared at each other for five full minutes before Jim spoke. "Honey, I think you're the only one who can decide here. I will never vote against curing your cancer."

Jane asked, "Do you really remember her from all those years ago, I mean she barely looks thirty!"

"Oh yeah, I'm sure that she's who she says she is, just like Paul, He's my age and looks like he could be my son."

'What about the sex thing? I never have cheated on you."

In the back of his head he could only think, that's what we all say, it sure as fuck is my story and I'm sticking to it. "Is there some magic word, some magic world? "Look neither of us were virgins when we married, is it cheating if it' it's all in the open? Maybe more like a tribal thing, An extension of friendship. Just because we share with them doesn't mean we have to love them, I want you to be healthy."

Jane brought up the point, "My choice is easy. Don't want my boobs cut off and I don't want to die of cancer. You know something, your choice is easy too, Real tough for a guy your age to have to have sex with somebody that looks that good. You guys and your dicks!"

"Honey you want me to not have sex with her? I'll do that for you."

"Come on. You heard what he said. Sex is part of the deal. What can we do? Let's try, it gets that bad, we'll take our chances."

After an hour or so Jane looked up to see the Ferrari pulling in. She and Jim held each other, Jane said it first, "I'll always love you."

Paul and Carol had gotten back about 3 PM Both Jane and Jim were all thumbs all a flutter, they would have never thought that they would be sitting in daylight talking about having sex with other people. Paul finally said, "Let's take a walk." And he pulled the two of them out of the couch they had sank into. That first hand hold was the start of their indenture. For Jim and Jane, they somehow felt more relaxed after that simple touch. For Paul, for a simple seduction, a hand on an arm was usually enough to guide them for the rest of the evening. After the first touch, each additional touch, handshake, the brush of a twig off of his victims just increased their dependency. Per their plans, Carol was walking with Jim and stumbled once or twice, each time Jim put out a hand to catch her. For Paul's part, walking behind her husband he just reached out and grabbed her hand. They were not 40 feet from the house and Paul knew he owned them! Sometimes that ownership feeling was almost as good as the sex. Not this time, Jim was going to watch his wife make a commitment to somebody else's dick. Not love, Capital L for lust. For Jane she was going to watch her husband fuck like a teenager, Carol was in her own excited place. Wait till that stuck up cunt watches her husband beg to eat my pussy. By the time supper time rolled around, Jane was too antsy to cook. Cold cuts, cold cuts and sandwiches that she tried to feed Paul, jealous because Her husband was eating out of the palm of Carol's hand. Paul and Carol had been through this before and it was fun to watch a couple getting so horny yet scared to be the one to make the first move!

Carol was always good as an icebreaker, she got up and pulled Jim to his feet, "If you and I are going to be fucking, I want a kiss!" Crude, but it moved the agenda. Paul, for his part enjoyed the look on Jane's part as she watched her husband's tongue being devoured by this youngster.

"Let's not make them uncomfortable." Pulling Jane up and into a hug. This was always the fun part, watching, feeling, a woman turn from 'I'm not that kind of girl', 'I never did anything like this before, '" and morph into, "Hey this is fun!" There, the first sign, as he held her, he felt her relaxing, by now sex for Paul was easy, you basically picked out one you wanted, touched them and started a conversation. But still, that very first betrayal of their body when they went from rigid to softly slowly molding themselves to him. That primal need to me next to, to share with a stranger was so much fun. There, that was her slight pot belly pushing against his crotch, her bra encased boobs trying to excite him. And of course, her lips. Trying to kiss their way to a ... something new, something better ... something she didn't even know she needed 10 minutes ago! His hand slid down her back to grab an ass cheek, he felt her exhale into his mouth as she realized she had been accepted. From acceptance to expectation was a very short step, soon Mrs Jane Brewer, respected matron of the retirement community, chair of the beautification committee, leading fund raiser for the high school booster club, was grinding on her husbands old friend. Grinding and not really noticing it; what she was noticing was how erotic this whole thing was, both she and her husband were aware of things like wife swapping and orgies, but they were things she read about and never thought she'd be involved in. Now, daylight, kissing a stranger, her ass being grabbed and massaged, she wanted to look and see what her husband was doing, but she wasn't breaking this kiss until her new boyfriend released her lips, this was pretty exciting. She looked over and Carol's hand was on her husbands pants. Jane didn't realize it but she didn't think that was so bad. A corner had been turned! Taking Paul's hand she pulled him towards the guest bedroom.

Paul smiled inwardly as he heard her click the lock on the door, 'you'll be running naked in the streets by the end of the week' he thought.

Inside the bedroom, Paul smiled as he watched Jane make sure the door was locked. He knew he could have fucked her in front of the town council and she wouldn't have objected, but this was part of the fun of his 'adjustments' he wanted his victims/patients/subjects to be aware of their changing morals and habits. For Paul to watch the mother of a 17 year old, push her daughter off his cock so she could get her mouth on it was a real victory. Watching mom and daughter kissing around his cock without any shame after less than two hours from being dead straight, almost as good as the orgasm.

Now with the door closed behind her, Jane stood still, not sure what was next. Her instruction was about to begin.

"Honey, when you and I are around a bed, you should always get near the bed, come here." He had to smile as he watched her walk the short distance from the door to his arms. She was blushing, blushing at the fact that she was walking to her new lover, he wasn't chasing her, she was willingly, well sort of, going to cheat on her husband. She was no virgin when they married but she had been on the straight and narrow since they had been together. Now with that slight blush, Paul's smile got bigger as he noticed she was using that model's walk, one foot in front of the other to exaggerate her hip sway. His smile was because, he hadn't implanted that idea, she was in seduction mode!

Holding out his arms she willingly molded herself to him. Jane was sort of expecting a silent sort of seduction, she moved her head so her lips were near his throat. She gave a little jump as she felt a two handed grab of her ass that brought her up on her toes.

"Oh my, you're going to have to stop wearing those full panties, thongs, hi cuts or nothing. I really need you to be available at all times" He pushed her back, "Why don't you slip off those clothes and we'll see what I have to work with?" From barely a foot away she maneuvered her arms to unzip the back of her dress, and then to unhook her bra. Now dress loose, bra dangling she slowly let down her arms to let both bra and dress fall.

Women as a group are much more aware of their bodies than men. Jane was pretty proud of her figure for her age group. She was a steady exerciser and jogger and knew she was a hell of a lot firmer than most of the ladies she saw at the health club. That's why Paul's comment was so devastating. He reached out and ran a hand down and over a breast and on to her stomach where he used thumb and forefinger to grab a roll of belly. "Don't worry, we'll soon have you in good shape! A little exercise and you'll soon have some muscle tone. Slip off those granny pants and let's get a look at your ass." If Paul had kicked her in the stomach she couldn't have been more hurt. Sucking in her stomach she slid her panties down and tried to gracefully step out of them. She started to wobble a bit as she lifted a leg and Paul reached out and held one of her dangling boobs to steady her. Except for nursing her children her tits had been one of her major sexual weapons, to have someone steady her using her breasts like they would an elbow was another kick to her ego. "Turn around, let me look at your ass." She would never know if she turned because he asked her to or because he willed it, all she did know was it was nicer to do what ever Paul asked, sort of nice like a cup of hot chocolate is nice. Not so much responding to a command but happy to make him happy. Now looking at herself in the mirror on the dresser across the room she saw herself naked just standing there, she wanted to do something with her hands and wished she was facing Paul so she could touch him. He moved closer to her and to hand started massaging her ass.

"Jane, I want you to know I love asses, I love anal sex, you can ask Carol, she'll tell you that with me you will cum with my dick up your ass." As he was talking his hands were spreading her cheeks and a finger of each hand was pulsing against her asshole. Still seeing herself in the mirror she tried leaning back and turning her head to try to kiss the man rubbing her ass. "No, stand still, look at that mirror, look at you, I've got your ass, I've got you, think carefully now, are you mine? You going to be a good little cunt?"

There it was, the word she hated! It had taken her two years to stop her husband from ever using it. Twat, pussy, muff, fuck, those were all sex words she could live with during sex, but CUNT she hated it, it implied she was not a human, just a piece of ass. But somehow it didn't seem so bad coming out of Paul, as she felt a finger leave her ass she manged to swallow and say, "I'll be a good little cunt for you, I promise," One part of her thought she was just saying that because of that lump on her breast, but then she opened her mouth to accept that finger smelling of hr own ass, Without any instruction she understood that she should suck and wet down anything presented to her mouth.

"That's a good girl. Come on open your eyes, look at you sucking my finger, Do you like sucking cock?" Over her shoulder he could see in the mirror, no one had ever asked her that question before, but she didn't stop sucking at his finger even as the other hand continued to squeeze her ass. "Don't worry sweetie, you'll learn to love my prick." Suddenly the finger was gone and she was slightly unhappy to have an empty mouth, but now a wet slick finger was probing her asshole. She tried to push back to stop that intrusion, but a whisper in her ear said, Relax, get used to it, you have a lot to learn." Followed by a tongue in her ear and suddenly there was a finger in her ass! Now almost as a reward his other hand came around to probe her vagina. As she felt and watched his hand was sliding down, probing at her, now she could use her hands, one hand went to cover his and guide it towards her slit, another went up to cup a boob. With a finger in her ass, and one rapidly being pushed towards her clit, Jane toyed with her tit, all she could do was think "SHOWTIME"

Out of nowhere she heard herself, "Can this cunt suck your cock, please?" She never talked that way! That was her last clear thought as she turned, popping a finger out of her ass and sank to her knees, pawing at Paul's pants. If she hadn't been so busy undoing his pants she would have wondered why she was talking that way. That definitely wasn't her style. But then being on her knees, sucking cock was not something she or those of her social status ever did.

Paul smiled down at her as she fumbled his dick out of his shorts and into her mouth. Within thirty seconds he knew that Jane needed some serious skill sharpening as far as cocksucking went. Reaching down and grabbing her ears, he tugged. "Whoa honey, let's get my clothes off so you have lots of room, I don't want you cutting a lip on a zipper." Jane was embarrassed at her own desire, she wanted that cock! Wanted it bad!! In the past there was no way she would have ever admitted something like that. Now as Paul pulled at her head she tried to get one more lick in before she was on her feet..."Now honey., start with my shirt, then you can get back on your knees as you get my shoes and socks off." Her hand had reached out to touch that cock waving out of his pants. "Come on first my clothes, then we'll fuck your brains out!" She smiled her thank you as her fingers started unbuttoning his shirt. She wanted to pull his shirt off and toss it in a corner, Paul made her get a hanger and hang it up.