The Talent Agency
Copyright© 2025 by bpascal444
Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
My mind was still whirling when I walked through the front door of Wallace’s. Ted was on the phone, but he looked up and nodded.
I went back to my ‘office’ and sat in the chair, staring at the wall. For years I’d been content to puzzle through this strange gift I’d been given, trying to figure it out, trying to learn how to use it without making it obvious that I had it. Truth was, I’d gotten a bit complacent.
Now someone was poking at the edges, insinuating that they knew about it, perhaps even that they might share it. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? Did I want to become a member of a kind of real-life X-Men, if that’s who they represented? What if they were putting on a front and really were connected with some government agency? I couldn’t think straight.
I heard Ted calling me. “Hey, Carter, c’mon in here and go over some of the ordering details with me.”
I got up and went back to Ted’s desk, trying to push the encounter out of my head.
Ted told me to pull up a chair, and walked me through filling out an order form. He showed me what information to note down so I could find the right one, and we practiced running a credit card. He’d taken a couple of phone orders while I was at lunch, so this was the real thing.
He put the phone on speaker and ran the first one with me listening, taking notes. Seemed to be easy enough. He wrote down the verification code the credit clerk gave him, then hung up.
“Think you’ve got it? Why don’t you try this one?” He handed me an order form. I dialed the number of the card company, then gave them the name and card number, the expiration date and the amount. I got a code in return and wrote it on the form.
“Not so hard, huh? Most of the time it’s just that easy. Sometimes the card’s been put on hold, or they’re over their credit limit, and the charge will be refused. Just make a note and tell me later. I’ll contact the customer and straighten it out.
“Customers can pay by check, too, if they want, or just cancel the order. If a check comes in, I wait for it to clear before sending out the order. I put those orders here.” He pointed to a basket on his desk.
“So that’s pretty much everything. There might be a few weird situations that arise, but I’ll deal with those. Just ask if you don’t know how to handle something.
“Oh, by the way, sometimes they’ll place an order and one or two items might be out of stock. Just pack up the order and write ‘back-ordered’ next to those items on the packing slip and on the order form. Ship what we have, and I’ll write up a new slip when the items are in stock again. We’ll ship ‘em separately.”
He handed me the few orders that had come in the morning mail or on the phone over lunch. “Pack these up for me. I’ll ship ‘em tomorrow. You can come with me to the post office and I’ll show you how that works.”
I took some baskets and picked items for the orders. My mind was only half on my task, still spinning over Canary and Stan, and what I should do about it. When I finished I sat, but my mind started obsessing over what might happen.
I had to get up and move in order to give my head something else to think about. I started going through the bays, organizing items more neatly, putting things where I thought they should be according to the bay labels.
I was startled when Ted said, “Oh, there you are. I’m about to lock up. What are you doing? Organizing? Better you than me, I always hate doing that stuff. Why don’t you call it a day?”
I nodded, part of me wanting to keep doing this so I wouldn’t have to think about Canary and Stan. I glanced at my watch and saw that it was just after five. I’d been at this for a few hours and hadn’t known how long I was doing it.
“I never asked,” I told Ted. “What time do you want me here in the mornings?”
“Nine should work. I usually get here a bit earlier, but I like some alone time to think about what needs to be done today, so nine. You did good today, Carter. It usually takes newbies longer to settle in. See you tomorrow.”
We made sure the corridor doors were locked, and left by the front. He locked the door behind us and said goodnight, leaving me standing there wondering what I was going to do.
I don’t think I moved for awhile, then my subconscious decided that more information was probably better than less, so I headed back to the mall. I would continue to play dumb.
I went back to the mall entrance closest to Wallace’s and as I grabbed the door handle I thought, “Well, I’m committed now,” and went in.
There were sitting there, waiting patiently. Canary muttered something and Stan turned to look at me, with a small smile. He motioned to the empty spot on the bench beside him.
As I sat, he handed me a container of coffee. “I had to guess how you took it, so a little milk and sugar.”
“Thanks. I’ve been wondering about this all afternoon. You sounded very mysterious, and I don’t know what it has to do with me, but now I want to hear the story. I don’t have very long. I still have to get home for dinner.”
“Of course. I won’t keep you. And I’m sorry about how odd this all sounds. A lot of people that Canary locates, well, they don’t know that they’ve been affected. Sometimes they just walk away or threaten to call the police. I can understand it. This would sound weird to anyone. So just listen and you can make up your own mind. If you decide to walk away, I’ll respect that.”
He took a sip of his coffee. It looked like it was mostly gone. He coughed once, clearing his throat.
“What should I call you?” I told him to call me Tom. “You were born here, Tom?” I nodded.
“Based on your age, you may be too young to have paid much attention when it was around, so this will all be new information to you. Back in the late 1970’s, the Cold War was still pretty big stuff. Russia and their various republics, plus places like China and Cuba were still considered a huge threat to America by politicians, and especially by the military.
“The country was still investing heavily in missiles, warships, long-range bombers, big standing army, the usual comfortable arsenal of weapons with which to meet a foreign threat. Defense industries were doing a booming business. No pun intended.
“But there were small pockets of thinkers, both political and military, who reasoned that this kind of ‘my guns are bigger than your guns’ mentality was doomed in the long run, that it wasn’t designed to meet different kinds of threats, ones that big weapons couldn’t defend against.
“For example, it wasn’t as much of a threat then as it is now, but the idea of hacking into government computers was something we couldn’t protect ourselves against with the software tools that we had then.
“Or what about moles, spies who work their way up in the defense hierarchy or into defense companies and steal secrets? We usually only found out about that stuff long after the secrets are in enemy hands.
“Some people started asking the question, ‘What if we could see into people’s minds, find out their thoughts? We could ferret out spies during the interview process, before they had the chance to do any damage.
“What if our soldiers had a similar capability, and could detect what an enemy force was going to do before they did it? That could be just a single soldier in hand-to-hand combat, or a company commander who might be able to determine an enemy leader’s intent and be able to deploy his forces to counteract it.
“That kind of ability would be game-changing, of course. People think of the military as stolid, predictable, by-the-book. And they are, for the most part, in the field. Use what’s worked in the past.
“But there are parts of the military and of the government who are charged with thinking outside of the box. And there’s money in the budget to fund out-of-the-box experiments.
“The military experimented with mind reading way back in the 1950s, but never got anything useful out of it. Later the army did experiments with paranormal control of bodily functions, using goats as test subjects. The goal was to make the goats die by having experimenters think hard about it, psychokinesis. If it was successful, then maybe they could do it to enemy commanders or heads of state.
“It failed, too, of course. And people made fun of it, called it a ridiculous waste of money. But other things that were considered preposterous actually returned useful results, some of which eventually made their way into consumer products.
“I digress, and I know you don’t have much time. Anyway, that idea of somehow enhancing the brain, allowing it to read people’s minds, had some theoretical science behind it, enough that it continued to pique the military’s interest. A few years later, they put out a quiet RFP -- a Request For Proposal -- couched in vague language so as not to raise any red flags to either Congress or our enemies, and got some responses.
“One of them was from a chemist named Ronald Beckham, who described some work he’d done modifying animal behavior by use of mind-altering chemicals which, in theory, might be extended to possibly tweaking the human brain in the desired fashion. He was invited to come in and talk about it at a private meeting with some military scientists.
“Bottom line, Beckham and one of the military bigwigs, a Colonel McGuire, hit it off, found they had similar outlooks on a lot of things. McGuire got very excited about the possibilities and sold it to the brass. The project got funded. They called it Magic Wand.
“Beckham’s vision required a dedicated lab. They’d start with animal testing and try to get to the human stage as quickly as possible. This was all new science, and Beckham insisted it was unfeasible to do this under military conditions, on a base, that he needed civilian scientists to do it.
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