Chapter 5

I sat in the backseat with Lacey as Eva drove us back to the high school. Lacey covered me with kisses and stroked my hair as she tried to calm my concerns about us not using a condom.

"Hush baby. Don't you worry about it. I've been on the pill for a year and a half now." She pressed up against me and lip-locked me. As she sucked my tongue into her mouth I heard Eva say, "And I haven't been able to have another baby since some complications with Pita. It ain't nothing, but I can't have no more kids."

When I pulled away from Lacey and looked into her deep blue eyes, my heart went pitter-pat and she smiled at me. "Were you really that freaked about it?"

"Well, yeah!" I said grippingly. "I wouldn't be able to take care of a kid. I'm not ready to be a Dad. In fact, I don't think I will ever want kids."

Eva responded, "I used to think that way, but now that Pita's in my life, I couldn't imagine my life without her."

Lacey leaned back against the seat and held my hand in hers, our fingers interlocked. "Why does every parent say that about their kid? Isn't there some mother out there that regrets it? I mean, shit, I've come across some pretty fucked up little shits in my life. I can't imagine there's no parent that hates their kids."

I piped up, "Pita's a good one, though. I just don't want kids cause there's no guarantee that they'll be as awesome as Pita is."

Eva just glowed with the thoughts of her daughter.

We were only a block away from the school when Lacey remembered to fix her makeup. "Shit!" She reached into her bag and pulled out a small make-up kit. Flipping open a pocket mirror she readjusted herself until she looked the way she did before she left school.

When Eva pulled to a stop in front of the school, she turned to us in the backseat. "You're pretty late getting back from lunch Lace, you'd better hurry up."

"Yeah, alright." She leaned over and gave me one more smooch for the road. Before she pulled away I held her hand tightly.

"One more thing." I said.

"What is it love?"

"I don't want you making out with any other guys."

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry for that." She kissed me heatedly, squeezing my groin. "I'll never do that again... unless you tell me to of course."

Eva got out and opened the backdoor. "Lace!" She snapped, "Out!"

"Sorry. See ya guys!"

Lacey hopped out, and ran up the stairs, disappearing into the school. I scooted over and got out as well, then I got into the front seat. Eva got back in and then we were off.

She rustled my hair. "You're a good kid, you know that?"

I thought it was amusing the way she sometimes treated me like the child considering our relationship. "Gee, thanks."

"I mean it Mark. You're taking control of your ladies now. You're getting into the swing."

"I'm trying." I said assuredly. Turning to her curiously I asked, "Why do you suppose I have this power over you and Lacey? What causes it?"

"That's a good question, but I must say..." She looked at me seductively, "... does it really matter? Isn't this every young man's dream? To have the ladies line up and worship your cock?"

"Well yeah! But I don't want anybody's lives to get hurt in the process. What we're doing is illegal."

Eva shook her head, "Don't worry so much my love, as long as we keep our heads about us we'll be fine. We just have to be extra careful."

"You're right, you're right."

Eva patted me on the leg to comfort me.

Then the CB radio on the dash crackled to life. A female voice was heard, "Vasquez 77, this is Dispatch, over..."

I looked over at Eva. She had a confused look on her face. She glanced at me, then back at the radio. Reluctantly she picked up the CB and brought it to her lips. She pushed the button.

"You're lucky you caught me in my squad car Dispatch, it's my day off, over..."

The radio made some more static then the voice came over again, "Copy that 77, just need to follow up on the Code 15 from last night, the Constance half-way house never signed in a young man, just requesting a follow-up explanation, over..."

As I listened to the hazy voice my heart started thumping heavily. The Dispatcher was talking about me. Eva was supposed to have taken me to a shelter and a social worker was supposed to determine my situation. However, since Eva touched me, everything changed. Her job was put on hold so she could take me home with her and give me pleasure.

"Is this what you meant by being extra careful?" I asked looking at my naughty cop.

Eva rolled her eyes, "Never you fear," She said with absolutely no concern in her voice at all.

She spoke into the radio again, "Copy that Dispatch, sorry about that, after a brief talk I coaxed him into telling me where he lived. I dropped the boy off at his parents house without incident, over..."

There was a pause on the other end of the radio. I gulped audibly. I wasn't sure if the Dispatcher was going for it. I started to chew on my fingernails.

Finally the voice said, "Copy that 77, next time remember to report back so we can file it away, over..."

I let out a deep breath. Eva smiled.

"Copy that, over..." Then she hung up the CB on a small hook on the dash. Then she looked at me. "Hungry? Let's go get something to eat."

I was starving. I couldn't think of a better idea.

We drove into town, past the Taco Bells, McDonalds, and other fast food moguls, when we decided we wanted to sit down to eat. Somewhere cheap, but somewhere we could relax.

Eva spotted a Denny's. I agreed and she pulled into the parking lot and parked towards the back. As we got out of the car I stretched my arms and felt the afternoon sun on my face. I rubbed my arms in attempt to trap a little bit of the warmth as the cool pre-winter air winded around us.

It occurred to me in that moment that I was not wearing my gloves anymore. For the past month I had been wearing my gloves to protect others from my curse. At the time, I wasn't prepared for the responsibility of what came with my contact with others. Yet hindsight is always 20/20. Now I knew the pleasures it could bring me. I felt slightly more confident.

I just shrugged my shoulders and followed Eva into the Restaurant.

As we walked in a Mexican woman greeted us at the door. She wore the standard yellow Denny's shirt and above the pocket on her substantial right breast read the name Alexis. She welcomed us with a heavy accent.

"Ello, welkom to Denny's. Smoking or Nun?" Alexis asked.

Eva must've picked up on the dialect because she immediately responded in Spanish before I could say anything. She spoke so fast that I began to wonder if she was really speaking words at all, or if she was just rambling off random syllables.

The waitress responded with a smile and blathered off a few more sentences that I couldn't understand.

I didn't like it when people talked different languages when I was around because for some reason I always thought they were talking about me. In this case my suspicions were probably correct, but I wasn't one of those idiots who thought that foreigners should go back to their own country if they couldn't speak English. At least these two women knew 2 languages, which is one more language than I knew. Perhaps one of these days I'll just give in and take up Spanish.

Then I'd be able to communicate with the other 50% of America.

Eva laughed at something Alexis said, and then she looked at me funny. I looked at Alexis and saw she was smiling at me also.

Now I was certain they were talking about me. Not wanting to be left out of the conversation I asked, "What are you two ladies giggling about?"

Eva put her arm around me, "Oh, Alexis here just wanted to know if you were my adopted son or something."

"And why would that be funny?"

Eva continued, "Because I told her that if you were related I'd still have a hard time keeping my hands off you. I told her you were a wonderful fuck."

"Eva!" I almost shouted. Was she just going to spout out our secret to every stranger that asked? I was flabbergasted!

Eva's face sort of dropped as I snapped at her. The waitress must've sensed the tension because she grabbed a couple menus and waved her hand out, directing us to the non-smoking side. Maybe the waitress thought Eva was joking. I hoped that was the case anyway.

"Please?" Alexis said, pointed towards the back, and started walking.

I just gave Eva a stern look as she walked in front of me toward our table. It was a booth toward the back of the restaurant. I slid into one side and Eva slid into the other, her face down as I glared at her. Alexis put a menu in front of each of us.

"What to Drink?" Alexis asked us.

I snapped out of my frustration to look up at the waitress. "Yeah, I'll have a coke."

Without looking up Eva said, "Diet Coke please."

The waitress walked away.

"Have you completely lost your mind Eva? You can't go around just spouting off about the two of us! I thought we just talked about that."

"I'm sorry." Eva said quietly. "I just thought you would like her."

"Like her?" I asked confused. "What on Earth are you talking about?"

She finally looked up at me. I saw a tear coming down her face. Suddenly I felt horrible. But I was still upset. Eva said, "I was just trying to get another woman for you. I thought that would make you happy."

"You wanted the Waitress to have sex with me?" I asked.

"I wanted her to start thinking about it, that's all." She said.

"Did you happen to think about her situation Eva? Maybe she's married, maybe she has children, and maybe she's just not interested in teenage boys!"

"You're right Mark. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

There was an uncomfortable pause between us. I was surprised first of all by her tears, then even more surprised by her obedience. The tough cop I met the night before was apparently easily bent to my will.

Eva then said, "I'd like to make it up to you Mark."

I gave her a cautionary eye.

That's when I felt her foot come up between my legs and began pressing against my groin. She had apparently dropped her shoe and I felt her socked foot begin to squeeze my shaft with her toes.

I closed my eyes and groaned. My dick had gotten quite a workout over the past 24 hours, but it was still raring to go under Eva's ministrations. The sole of her foot pushed my hardening cock into my leg. She began a series of massages, which felt like the kneading of bread. If there hadn't been people in the restaurant with us I would've thrown Eva up on the table and fucked the shit out of her right there.

The waitress took that inopportune moment to return with our drinks. She set the diet in front of Eva, and then set my coke in front of me. That's when she looked down at my lap and saw Eva's foot masturbating me through my pants.

Alexis gasped at the notion that this grown woman was stroking a teenage boy.

I looked up at her shocked expression, and I saw the fear in her eyes. I knew instantly that I had to do something otherwise she could run away and tell everybody in the restaurant what was transpiring in the back.

A quick glance at Eva told me everything. She was smiled huskily at me, biting her lower lip. She was enjoying this, and she apparently knew what I was going to do. I suddenly realized that she was NOT bent to my will, but in a fourth-dimensional sort of way, I was being bent to hers.

In the corner of my eye I saw the waitress take a step back. I shot out my hand and grabbed her wrist.

It was the first person I had intentionally touched since I discovered my latent abilities. It was the only thing I knew to do that would keep her from saying anything.

Alexis gasped again, only a little louder. I was glad we were in the back. Thanks to the Muzac playing around us, nobody up front heard anything.

I felt a pulse of energy zap out of my arm and into the older woman. When I say older, I mean in her upper 30's to early 40's. I wasn't sure. She wasn't built like a supermodel, more like a voluptuous housewife, with a very similar skin tone to Eva's. Her shoulder length black hair was cut to minimize maintenance. She had full glossy lips that seemed to be made for, well you know.

Alexis' reaction was slightly different than my other two girls. Alexis became very calm and composed, which was a drastic contrast to how she was a moment earlier. She took a quick glance over her shoulder, I assume so she could make sure nobody was watching. Then she turned back to me and stared directly into my eyes as she eased herself into the booth next to me.

Eva's foot had never ceased its massage, and when Alexis sat down, her foot sped up its strokes.

Alexis brought her hand up to my face and caressed my cheek. "Ohhh... I 'm yours..."

"Mark." I introduced myself.

"... Si... Mark, I 'm yours Mark." She said as though we were long time lovers.

I could see the look in her eye, and if my past experience with Eva or Lacey was anything to go by, I was guessing she was about to move in on me with something overtly sexual.

Alexis leaned her face into me and pressed her lips to mine.

Giving into the experienced woman I opened my mouth and felt her hot tongue swim into it. Our kiss lasted maybe 30 seconds. I placed my hand over hers that was touching my face. I brought it to the table and pulled back to look into her eyes.

"Alexis," I started, "Please... wait a moment."

"Si Senor?" She stopped and looked at me with eagerness.

"I have some questions for you. First of all... are you married?"

Alexis nodded quickly. "Si... my husband is a named Pablo."

"Uh-huh, I see," Knowing now that I had judged her correctly, "And you have children with your husband, right?"

"Si... a son and a daughter."

I nodded, "That's what I thought. And you are happily married?"

"Si."

Glancing over at Eva I saw that her smile started to fade somewhat as she looked at my disapproval. I felt her foot slow down and come to a complete stop. I reached down and patted her foot to let her now I didn't hate her, but my facial expression made it clear that she hadn't thought this plan through entirely.

"You see Eva? Alexis is now bound to me. That's the reason I've been in hiding for the past month. Now I feel horrible that this woman will forever be linked to me, abandoning her life and giving up her loving family."

"Not so... Mark." Alexis brought my attention back. "I know this because it is within me, but if you have tell me to stay with my family, that is what I must do. I have not lost my love for them since you belong me to you, but now I need you as well."

I looked at her point blank, "Are you saying that you don't have an overwhelming urge to pleasure me at any moment?"

My question almost made Alexis' eyes bulge out, "No, no, no... that is you misunderstand me. If you want I will crawl under table and pleasure you now. What I say is I can go to my family and live my life normally, if that is your will."

"How do you know all this?" I asked, wondering if she could please let me borrow the curse's instruction manual when she was done reading it.

She just shrugged, "I do not a know. It is simply within myself. I know it within my heart."

"And you won't tell anyone about us?"

"Oh no sir, unless there be an opportunity to bring another woman to pleasure you, but I do so only when I am certain she can be for that purpose."

Interesting, I thought. Eva must've been programmed by the same set of instructions, because that seemed to be her unconscious prerogative. Get me laid by lots of women!

I slumped back into the booth and took a deep breath. "Well that's a load off my mind. I would've hated for you to have to leave your family for me. I'm glad you will still be able to go home."

"Si..." Alexis leaned over me and pressed her big tits into my chest. I felt her hand come down over my dick and squeeze. The seductive look on her face made my heart start thumping in my throat. She whispered in my ear, "But please... do not forget about me. I am yours now... forever and ever. It is my desire to please you... anytime... in anyway."

She then pressed her open mouth against mine again. I was in awe of this woman and I returned her kiss passionately. We swished our tongues together for another minute before she broke away and slid out of the booth.

I was still lightheaded. Eva's foot started up again on her toe squeezes, and I was now rock hard in the confines of my jeans.

I had learned something new about my influence, and I was happy that there now seemed to be an element of control. Alexis could go home and live her life happily, so long as I had her in my life... sometimes. It didn't have to be a continuous, joined-at-the-hip relationship. I was very relieved.

Alexis smooth her shirt back down from where it wrinkled around her mid section. She then pulled out a small pad and a pen.

She said, "Now, what can I bring to you?"

I ordered something small. I had lost most of my appetite. As Eva told Alexis what she wanted her foot was shaking so fast over my dick that I was certain I was about to ejaculate in my underwear. I grabbed the sides of the table and closed my eyes. Eva's voice never changed in tone.