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The Talent Agency

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Chapter 10

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10 - In this third installment, we continue Tom Carter's story of coming to terms with his new-found abilities to influence others, discovering other aspects to these powers, and beginning to understand how he came by them in the first place. He finds that his gifts are the accidental byproduct of failed military experiments to enhance the senses and abilities of soldiers. But even if the failures ruined a lot of lives, the prime movers aren't ready to give up, having come so close to success.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Mult   Mind Control   Heterosexual   Fiction   Group Sex   Anal Sex   Analingus   Double Penetration   Facial   Oral Sex   Safe Sex   Sex Toys   Voyeurism  

I slept late on Saturday. Mindy was still asleep, I thought, but my parents had gone out to run errands. I was surprised to find myself a bit at loose ends. I was so used to having things that needed to be done -- research papers, problem sets, class readings -- that I started to feel nervous, like I’d forgotten to finish something.

But no, this was the summer, Tom, and I’d better get used to it. So I finished the book I’d brought to Wallace’s in my backpack and later I went to the movies with Jeff.

On Monday I was again back at work. Ted was already in and Miriam came in just behind me. She nodded at me pleasantly, then sat down at the computer. Ted passed me the orders which had come in (which, I noted, he’d already entered into the order program and printed out neatly).

“You can start on these. There’ll be others later, I’m sure.”

My gaze was caught by a stack of cardboard boxes stacked next to his desk, and Ted saw me looking.

“Yeah, I cornered my old man over the weekend and made him remember where he’d stored the old orders. Once they’re entered into the system, they’re off to the landfill. I didn’t tell him that, of course, just that I wanted them around and accessible. That’ll keep him happy. And it’ll keep Miriam busy for awhile. At least a couple more days, anyway.”

I saw a brief smile twitch at the corner of Miriam’s mouth.

I picked the orders and loaded them into boxes. There’s a half hour killed. Not ready to read a book, I pulled out the catalog and browsed it again, starting at a different part than I’d perused before. This was tee-shirts with in-your-face sayings. “I’m not rude, I just have the balls to say what everyone else is thinking.” “Boobs: Proof that men can focus on two things at once.” “Oops. There goes my last flying fuck.” “Who left the bag of idiots open?

Next page was gag gifts. A water bottle shaped like a thick penis. Candles shaped like a boob. A beach ball shaped like a boob. A baby bottle that looks like a bottle of beer.

I mean, this stuff was mildly amusing, but its humor value passed quickly and these things weren’t cheap. Still, Wallace had been in business a long time and people kept buying it so it must have some lasting entertainment value for some.

I suddenly realized that the number of items in the catalog couldn’t possibly fit in the few rooms Ted kept here at the mall. The rest must be at the warehouse. We just hadn’t encountered any of those items in the orders that had come in, so it must be only the most popular things that were kept here.

I was getting bored with the catalog already so I tossed it aside and pulled out yet another book.

Fortunately the mail had apparently arrived with a bunch of new orders so that occupied the rest of my morning. I boxed them up, we printed postage stickers for them and loaded them onto the truck. When I got back from the post office Ted told me to take my lunch.

I stopped by the bookstore, but didn’t see Karen, so it was a solo lunch today. I covered the front while Ted and Miriam went off separately to find their own lunches. I noticed that one of the boxes beside Ted’s desk had been moved to the other side of the shop. Had she gone through that whole box already?

I spent a few moments wondering why she hadn’t been grabbed up by some company rather than working temp jobs. Maybe she just preferred having different tasks every so often.

The rest of the day went by quietly, mostly caught up in my book. I still felt a bit guilty about killing time and getting paid for it. Around five Ted hollered down the hall that he was closing up and for me to go home. I stuffed everything in my backpack and said goodbye on the way out.

I cut through the mall, which was the fastest way to the bus stop, but I was ambushed.

In the walkway just inside the door I found Canary, very agitated, being calmed down by Stan Wojcik. Canary was alternately waving his arms and hugging himself, while Stan talked quietly to him. They both noticed me at the same time. Canary seemed to draw into himself, shrinking, perhaps embarrassed at being caught so upset.

“Uh, hello, Tom. Canary was a little unsettled by something he saw and he called me. I was about to take him home.”

“Oh, okay. Anything I can do to help?”

“I don’t think so. I’ve got it.”

“People need to know,” Canary exclaimed suddenly. “Warn them.”

Stan made calming noises and put one hand on Canary’s arm. Canary pulled away. “No,” he said firmly, “they need to know.”

I was curious now. I hadn’t had a lot of interaction with Canary. He struck me as being a bit twitchy and withdrawn, but not crazy. This was different. He was having a hard time controlling himself. I tried to work my way into his epicenter but again found myself unable to do so.

“Maybe if we sit for a bit, he’ll feel better,” I suggested hopefully.

“I guess,” Stan said, “I suppose that sitting still wouldn’t be a bad thing.” He proposed that to Canary and pointed to a nearby bench. Canary shot me a look that I couldn’t read.

When he and Stan were seated, he did seem to have collected himself a little. With no warning, Canary turned to me and said, “He did it to you, too. Why aren’t you angry?”

That was perhaps the most complete sentence I’d ever heard Canary speak. I didn’t know how to respond.

I finally said, “I’m sorry, I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

“Him! Him!”

I was even more lost. I must have looked the part, because Stan made a decision. He cleared his throat and started to explain.

“Canary called me earlier, in a panic. It took a while before I could make sense of it. He was doing some errand here and got a flash. No, that’s not right. Rather he recognized someone, someone we’d thought had disappeared.”

He stopped talking, thinking about how much to tell me.

Finally, he decided to go all in. “You recall me telling you about the lab that got closed down, and the scientist who ran it?”

I nodded.

“Canary recognized Beckham. Ron Beckham. He saw him here.”

“Here? At the mall?”

Canary bobbed his head up and down.

“Are you sure? Could it have been someone who just looked like him?”

He shook his head vigorously, back and forth.

“Beckham has a unique scar just under his left ear,” Stan told me, “apparently a chemical burn from someplace he worked. Hard to miss and not something the average person would have.”

“You said he’d disappeared, that he hadn’t published anything since.”

“That’s right. He dropped out of sight, and never published anything after that under his name. We have no idea where he’s been or what he’s been doing or why he decided to come back here. And I didn’t see him, by the way, he was gone by the time I got here. But Canary knew him from his time in the lab. He and Beckham used to chat sometimes -- they both liked fishing and would sometimes spend a few minutes talking fishing gear.”

“Did Beckham see Canary?”

“He doesn’t think so. Canary was off to the side when Beckham passed, and Beckham didn’t turn his head.”

“Was Beckham with anyone?”

“I don’t know. Canary, was Beckham with anyone, did you see?”

“Alone. Alone.”

“I wonder what he was doing here,” I said. “At the mall, I mean. Also here in Cleveland.” Stan shrugged.

Canary seemed to be more docile now, calmer.

Another thought came up. “I’d think he’d be persona non grata here after the debacle with the lab. Not just from the people he secretly medicated, but also from all the folks who lost their jobs suddenly. If I were him, I’d want to stay far away from Cleveland, from Ohio. It’d have to be a pretty strong reason to get me to come back here.”

“You’re right,” said Stan. “I can’t imagine what it could be, and there’s not enough information to speculate.”

I looked at Canary. “You did well to have spotted him, and also to have kept him from spotting you. Maybe he won’t show up again. But if he does, call Stan right away. And keep out of sight.”

“Stan, do you know if there are any pictures of him? I’m here every day, maybe even at times when Canary isn’t around. It’d be good to be able to recognize him.”

“I think there were a few publicity shots posed for the press, especially right after the lab opened. They were expecting big things and they wanted to present a good public image. You could check the newspaper archives from that time, you might find something.”

“Okay, maybe I will. I’ve got to get home for dinner so I’ll say goodbye for now. Take care.”

I left them sitting on the bench talking. Well, mostly Stan talked and Canary listened. It looked like the worst of the crisis was over.

Getting home just in time for dinner, I found Mindy was still in her pajamas. She caught me looking. “What? Are you gonna give me a hard time too? I was exhausted after finals. I decided to relax for a change.”

“Okay, you’re allowed, I guess. But finals ended Friday. This is Monday. Maybe three days is enough relaxing.”

My father, spooning out mashed potatoes, looked like he was desperately fighting the urge to add a comment, but he kept silent. My mother was surprisingly quiet. Maybe they’re trying to keep the peace.

I started a conversation about nothing to change the subject. My mother asked how work was going and I complained again about there being so little to do. Mindy offered that she wished she had a job like that for the summer.

“I think the only reason he keeps me on is that it allows him to work on the books, which have gotten behind. And occasionally handling a phone order that’s in French or Spanish. And maybe some computer guidance. So maybe he’s getting his money’s worth after all, now that I think about it. It’s just me that’s bored. But I’m getting to do a lot of reading.”

It was my turn to help with the dishes. When I was done I went upstairs to my room. As I passed Mindy’s room, the door open, I saw her sitting up in bed, a pillow behind her, reading. It caught me by surprise. In all her life the only times I saw her reading a book was if she had an assignment or an upcoming test. She’d sometimes read a magazine, but books? I didn’t see what she was reading, but it didn’t look like a textbook.

I thought about that in my room. For her, it was a big change in behavior. In the past books were a distraction, an impediment to her favorite activities, phone gossip and parties. I’d have to poke at that a bit, see where it came from. Maybe it was an artifact of the Brain Sponge image I’d given her, the idea that she’d get some satisfaction from learning something.

Whatever, it was intriguing, but it was just speculation at the moment. My thoughts turned to today’s encounter with Canary and Stan. Canary had been pretty sure that it was Beckham he’d seen, and given their previous familiarity and the distinctive scar on Beckham’s neck it was unlikely that he’d made an error.

I thought my assumption had been correct, that it would have to be a very strong inducement to get him back to Cleveland given the cloud under which he’d left and the mess he’d left behind. I know all those folks had signed a government non-disclosure, but I’ll bet there’d be more than a few people who’d like to drag him into an alley somewhere and leave him with a memento that might require a hospital visit.

Tuesday was a repeat of Monday, except this time Karen joined me for lunch which brightened my day.

The next day I got to thinking about Canary’s sighting again. What if he hadn’t made a mistake, what if it really was Beckham he saw? I couldn’t imagine what would bring him back here, given the cloud under which he’d left, but what if he had? It wouldn’t just be a trip down memory lane, a chance to reminisce about happier times, there’d have to be a reason.

I’m sure there was some ancient Chinese proverb about knowing your enemy, but whatever its source it was good advice. So I made a decision and when lunchtime arrived I grabbed a pre-made sandwich from a deli and hopped on a bus downtown, chewing while I rode. That was probably a no-no in all the etiquette books, but I was in a hurry and I needed to eat, too.

I got off on a busy corner and found the building that housed the editorial offices of our main newspaper. I made some inquiries at the desk and was directed downstairs to the archives. A helpful older woman who looked like she’d worked there since she had graduated high school looked in a card catalog and jotted down a few numbers on a piece of paper.

“Just hang on a couple of minutes while I dig these out,” she said over her shoulder as she vanished into the back room.

In not much longer than that she was back with a few spools of microfilm in her hand. She directed me to a reader in the corner, asking me if I knew how to use it. I did, having used one at ----- last term.

“What if I want to print a copy of a page?” I asked.

“Make a note of the date of the paper and the page you want. It’s 25 cents a page to print it, and I’ll do that for you.”

I set myself in the not terribly comfortable chair and loaded the first roll. Each roll held a lot of papers, so I was going to have to work fast. I found a pace where I could visually scan each page looking for references to Wanamaker, or pictures that might show some of the principals.

In about twenty minutes I hit the first one and stopped to read. There wasn’t much there, it was just a photo of the mayor and some others shaking hands and smiling, but the caption identified the main players. Beckham was in front, though he wasn’t very large in the picture. The caption mentioned Col. McGuire, but he was partially hidden behind someone else.

I kept on looking. On the second reel I found a better photo, this one showing Beckham with the head of the Chamber of Commerce, and next to him, Colonel McGuire in his uniform! I made a note of that one.

I found one other decent photo later on, but it was getting late and I was going to have to get back. Still, two photos was pretty good for the short amount of time I’d spent at it. I took the film back to the desk and asked for copies of the two pages. She asked me to wait and again disappeared in the back.

When she returned she handed me two letter-sized pages. The photos were quite small, having been reduced from a newspaper-sized page. It was tough to read any of the text, especially because the resolution of the microfilm wasn’t that good.

“What if I wanted copies of those photographs? Is that possible?”

“Umm, yes, but it takes a while to do because they have to dig the negatives out of the files and print from that. There’s a backlog, and the photos are $5 each. You’ll need to leave a deposit if you want them. We’ll call when they’re ready.”

I thought about it and decided that it was worth the expense. She wrote up a request slip while I looked in my wallet. I was running short of cash, but I left a $5 deposit plus the cost of the two small pages I took with me. I gave her the phone number of the shop, because I didn’t want to arouse any unnecessary curiosity at home.

I got back to the mall about 15 minutes later than I should have. I apologized to Ted, but he just waved his hand as if it were unimportant.

Back in my “office” I unfolded the two pages and looked at them, trying to memorize the faces. The two of them looked like nonentities, just average guys you might pass on the street and not give a second glance.

 
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