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Controlling Jennifer, Parts 4- 6
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Controlling Jennifer IV: Learning to Have Faith
The sun was setting. Jennifer's physics lab had run late; it had been
one of those wonderfully stupid labs where they had spent 3 and 1/2
hours hitting clay blobs with ball bearings. The whole thing had been
extremely dull, and Jennifer's distraction hadn't helped; it had only made
the lab even longer and more exasperating. She had been very glad when
they had finally been able to get out of there; she definitely needed time
to think.
The problem was clutched in her hand as she walked back to the
dorm. It was her physics test. She had received an 'A.' 100 out of 100. A
perfect score, and on a test she hadn't felt prepared for. She ought to have
felt proud.
Except she had run out of time, and hadn't even made it to the last
page. And yet the teacher had given her a perfect score on that empty
page, just like he had on all the other pages. One problem she hadn't had
time to finish, she just scribbled down an equation, just so she might get
some sort of partial credit. Nope, not partial credit. Full credit. And
scrawled under the problem, in the teacher's handwriting: "Close enough."
Jennifer clutched the test close to her. She had been careful not to
let anyone see the test, or the grade she had received on it. She told
everyone she had received a 'C', which was probably fairly close to the
truth, since that's what she probably should have received. Had powers
not worked in her favor. Mark's powers.
Jennifer walked towards her dorm through the grassy quad in the
middle of campus. The sky was painted orange by the setting sun, and the
quad was fairly empty, as it usually was at dusk. The occasional student
walked from a late class, but overall most people were inside already.
The air was starting to get chilly, and Jennifer told herself she needed to
get back and put on warmer clothes. The cool air slipped over her bare
legs as she strolled along. Ordinarily, she would have enjoyed the walk
back to the dorm as the sun set, but she was too preoccupied.
Since the last time she had seen Mark, her perception of him had
changed considerably. Or rather, she now allowed herself to HAVE a
perception of him. Maybe it was the revelation that he too was a student
at the college; maybe his strange behavior just before he had left her in
the library. Whatever it was, he was on her mind a lot. She hadn't dared to
let herself consider what he was like before, taking it for granted that he
was a monster, pure and simple. A mind-raper. But now she found herself
wondering about him. About what kind of person he was when he wasn't
controlling her. She really knew nothing about him, Nothing at all.
When she had last seen Mark, she had exposed herself before him, and
she remembered he had touched her clit, then run his finger down the
length of her slit. At the time she had been too consumed with sexual
frustration to consider the implications of it. It wasn't until afterwards
that she had made a realization: that was really the first time he had
touched her. Well, that wasn't entirely true. He had kissed her a number of
times, and he had taken her hand to lead her around. But he hadn't really
touched her sexually until then, and afterwards, she started to wonder
why. Why hadn't he ever had sex with her? He certainly hadn't lacked for
opportunities. Yet he barely even touched her. Why?
Jennifer was thinking about this, and about her physics test, and
wasn't paying any attention to her surroundings, just enough to know she
was on the route back to her dorm. She was walking on the sidewalk,
along the road that led through the middle of the campus, and didn't notice
the car until it pulled up beside her.
Jennifer stopped, surprised, almost dropping her books. It was a
white car, very shiny, very sleek. Brand new. The driver stopped the
motor, and Jennifer looked through the window to see who it was. She
wasn't very surprised to see Mark smiling at her, having figured that he
would show up to at least explain her test.
Jennifer stopped, pressing her legs together against the cold, and
waited for him to get out. Her heart had started to speed up, and she
shivered, though whether it was because of the cold or in anticipation of
Mark's orders, she did not know. She let her eyes follow him as he opened
the door and stepped from the car.
"Hello, Jennifer." he smiled at her and nodded politely. His voice was
very formal. He likes to be formal, Jennifer thought to herself. Like he's
being a gentleman.
"Hi, Mark." she said uncertainly, trying to decide whether she should
address the subject of her test or wait until he did.
"How do you like my new car?" he indicated the sleek white beast he
had arrived in. Jennifer slid her eyes over its curves. It looked expensive.
Probably obtained by his power. That seemed to be how Mark obtained
everything.
Including me, Jenny thought. "It's nice." she said quietly.
"I'm glad you like it." he grinned, patting its hood as if it was a pet
dog. "It's brand new. Drives like a dream. Want to go for a ride?"
"All right." she said simply, and stepped over to the passenger side.
As she turned around, her fingers caught in the door handle, she saw he
was following her over. She watched him as he approached, wondering
what he had in mind.
He must have seen the confusion in her eyes, for he smiled. "The seat
covers are sheepskin. Very soft and plush." Jennifer looked in the car, and
noted the white fur on the seats. She looked back at Mark, waiting for him
to explain further.
"I think you would appreciate the feeling of it against your bare
skin." He was watching her face, but as he spoke this line, he quickly ran
his eyes down her body, then returned back to her face. She knew what he
wanted before he even asked. "Take off all of your clothes, Jennifer. Put
them in the back seat, then get in the front." He waited.
Jennifer took a quick look around to see if anyone was watching. The
quad was fairly deserted, and those few who were there were not paying
attention to her. Her fingers traced the top button of her blouse,
considering, and then she slipped it out of its hole. I'm getting bolder, she
thought. This doesn't bother me as much.
As she moved her hands down her blouse, button by button, she spoke.
"I got an A on my test."
"Really? Congratulations!" Jennifer glanced up to see him grinning,
his usual smug grin, the grin that was born from the confidence of his
power. She dropped her eyes again.
"It was you, wasn't it." A murmur as she pulled the edges of her
blouse out from the top of her skirt. She slipped it off, feeling the cold
air against her now bare skin. Her nipples pressed against the soft inner
layer of her bra, hardening as the cold seeped in. Mark moved around her
and opened the back door for her; she dropped the blouse in and watched it
fall in a heap of silk.
"I told you to have faith in me, Jennifer." Mark said. Jennifer could
feel his eyes on her breasts as she akwardly reached back and undid the
clasp of her bra. It made her uncomfortable. She let the straps slide down
her arms and was aware her breasts were now in view, the nipples pert in
the cold. Mark continued, his voice lower. "You didn't need to worry about
that physics test. I told you I would take care of you." Jennifer dropped
the bra beside her blouse, feeling the air wash over her naked top. She
stopped to gaze at Mark.
"You used your power. On the teacher. I didn't deserve an A. But you
made him give me one anyway." she stated.
Mark nodded. "Yes, Jenny. That's what I did." He gestured at her skirt.
"Come on, the rest."
Jennifer unzipped the back of the skirt, and slipped it to the ground,
watching it pool in a dark circle at her feet. "Mark..." she said. "I want to
ask you for something."
"What?"
She wouldn't meet his eyes. "I want you to stop doing that. Don't
make the teachers give me A's." She dropped the skirt in the car.
"Huh? Why not?"
Jennifer had been slow removing her other clothes, but when she
came to her panties, she suddenly decided to pull them off quickly, hoping
that the sight of her body, completely naked before him, would distract
Mark enough that he would agree. She tossed the tiny pink garment onto
the back seat, and stood facing him, her tan flesh reflecting the street
lights. "Because." she said. "Because if I get an A, I want it to be because
of me, not because you used your power. I appreciate it, I really do, Mark.
But I'd rather do it myself, ok?"
Mark stared at her for a moment, considering. A cold breeze blew
over Jennifer's flesh, and she suppressed the shiver that threatened to
course through her. Be impassive, she thought. Act like you don't care that
you're naked out in front of everyone. Be patient. She waited for his
answer.
Finally, he shrugged. "Very well, slave Jennifer. I did it for you, but
if you would rather I did not, well, hey, it saves me the effort." He shut
the back door and moved over to the other side. Jennifer, very aware of
her nakedness, waited for him to unlock her door. She looked around to see
if she had gone unnoticed, and she had not. A guy was staring at her as he
walked down the sidewalk, his mouth slightly opened and his eyes on her
body. Jennifer's heart beat faster, but she found she didn't care that much
that he stared. She was naked, and there was nothing she could do about
it. If he found her nakedness so entrancing, then so be it.
Mark finally unlocked her door, and she gratefully stepped in and
closed the door behind her. As Mark started the car, Jennifer pressed into
the seat for warmth. He had been right; the seat cover really did feel nice
against her bare skin. She rubbed her back against it, enjoying its
softness. Mark pulled away from the curb.
They were driving along now, through the campus. Fortunately it was
dark enough that no one could really see her in the car very well.
Nevertheless, she crunched herself down until they left the campus. As
they pulled out into the surrounding suburban area, she allowed herself to
stretch out and relax more.
They stopped at a stoplight, and Mark looked over at her while they
waited. "You have a lovely body, Jennifer." he said, his eyes running
appreciatively over Jennifer's bare flesh.
She blushed slightly. "Thanks." she murmured. Having found her voice,
she asked "Where are we going?"
"Oh, nowhere in particular." He answered. The light turned green, and
they started off again. "I mean, I didn't really have any place in mind. I
thought we would just drive." He paused. "What do you think of the car?
Pretty nice, huh?"
"How did you get it?"
Mark glanced at her as he drove. His voice was gruffer when he
answered. "What do you mean? I used my power, of course." Jennifer was
noticing that he drove awfully fast. She clutched the armrest.
"Yeah...." Jennifer said. "That's what I thought." She watched the
surroundings pass by outside.
"So what do you think of it?"
"It's nice." she said. Her voice was very neutral. A Mcdonalds flashed
by her window. A man on a bicycle. Jennifer tried to let her mind float
with the passing scenery. Then they roared up a ramp onto the freeway.
She heard Mark speak again. "How did you think I would have gotten this
car?" he asked.
"Oh, I don't know." she answered. She found it hard to focus; her eyes
were hypnotized by the scenery flashing by outside. "Maybe you're rich or
something? I suppose it doesn't matter. It's all kind of the same anyway."
"What do you mean?"
Jenny really didn't know what she meant, but she tried to explain
anyhow. "You know. You can do things the rest of us can't. Get cars without
even thinking about it. You have that power." Jennifer noticed they were
passing the other cars on the road now, roaring by them. She nervously
glanced at the speedometer. They were going close to 85. Her fingers
pressed into the arm rest, and then she remembered to fasten her
seatbelt. The strap scraped against her nipple as she crossed it over her
body.
When she looked at Mark, he was grinning. "Nervous, Jennifer?" he
chuckled. "Like I said, you need to learn to have faith in me. I'm not going
to crash us. I'm a good driver...I just like to drive fast." Mark reached over
and ran his hand affectionately over Jenny's cheek to her hair, then
returned to driving. Was that supposed to comfort me? Jenny asked
herself. It didn't help very much.
Jenny saw the flashing lights flickering on the dashboard seconds
before they heard the siren. "Uh, oh." said Mark. He started to pull over to
the side. Jennifer whirled backwards to see a police car behind them.
"The police!" she said. She stared at Mark, panic dancing in her eyes.
"Oh, god, Mark, now you've done it, the police are pulling us over, and I'm
completely naked...I knew you should have slowed down! What are they
going to do?" Jennifer had never been pulled over in her life. She started
to turn around to get her clothes out of the back seat.
Then she felt Mark's hand grab her shoulder and whirl her back
around. "No." he said. His eyes were flashing at her, and his voice was
hard. "Did I tell you that you could put your clothes back on? Huh? Answer,
slave Jennifer."
Jennifer crumpled, pressing back against the seat as if she was
trying to sink into it. "No, master." she whispered.
"No, I didn't. So just sit back and let me handle things." They were on
the side of the road now, and the police car was settling in behind them.
When Mark spoke again, his voice was softer. "I told you to trust me,
Jennifer. I can handle the police, you don't have to worry about that."
Behind them, the door of the police car slammed shut, and they heard the
clicking of the cop's heels against the pavement. Mark rolled down the
window.
The policeman had a thin, hardened face, and he wore reflective
sunglasses. Jennifer saw Mark's smile reflected in them. "What can I do
for you, officer?" he asked.
The officer did not return the smile. "You were driving pretty fast
there, mister." he grunted.
Mark only grinned. "No, I wasn't." He answered.
"No, you weren't." repeated the officer. He sounded confused. "Yeah, I
guess you weren't. Sorry, mister." He started to walk off, and then Jenny
saw her naked body reflected in his sunglasses. He stared at her, and
Jenny felt the urge to shrink into the seat. The cop turned back to Mark.
"What's with the girl?" the officer asked.
"Oh, her?" Mark answered nonchalantly. "Don't worry about her,
officer. She's my girlfriend. She likes to go nude all the time; it turns her
on."
The officer considered Mark's answer, then looked back at Jennifer.
Jenny cringed under his appraisel. Then the man spoke again, this time to
her. "Is that right, miss? Are you doing this by choice, or is he forcing you
into it?" He waited.
Jennifer opened her mouth to answer, then closed it again. Mark was
watching her, his eyes intense. She started to speak again, to say yes, it
was by her own choice, but she couldn't. She closed her mouth again, and
glanced nervously at Mark.
That was all the answer the cop needed. He started to tug on his gun.
"Ok, mister. Why don't you get out of the car." Mark turned to glare at
Jenny, then looked back at the cop.
"You trust me." he said. His voice was cold. The officer went rigid;
his hand fell away from his gun.
"I trust you." the policeman repeated.
"I've done nothing wrong. You have no need for me to get out of my
car."
The policeman shook his head. "Yes. Yes, you're right. I'm sorry to
bother you, mister." The policeman started to walk back to his car.
"Wait." said Mark. The cop froze. Mark turned to direct a cold stare at
Jennifer, then he turned back to the policeman. "You trust me, but you
don't trust the girl. She looks suspicious. She is undoubtedly carrying
concealed weapons in all the clothes she is wearing."
Jennifer gaped at Mark, then looked at the policeman, who had fixed
his eyes on her. The cop spoke; his voice was low and dangerous. "Would
you please step out of the car, miss. And for your sake, keep your hands
behind your head." Jennifer stared at Mark helplessly; he only watched
her, amusement dancing behind his eyes.
The policeman had started to unsnap his gun, and Jennifer numbly
unlocked her door and opened it. The cold air rushed in over her nakedness.
She stepped outside, and was careful to keep her hands behind her head.
The policeman came over to her, and she saw that Mark, too, got out of the
car and walked over to stand beside her.
"Up against the car, please." commanded the cop.
"What?" asked Jennifer, staring at him.
The man walked over to her and pushed her roughly toward the car. "I
said up against the car! Put your hands against the side!" Jennifer let
herself be pushed up against the car, her mind racing. She felt exposed,
her hands pressed against the top of the car, her bare ass jutting out
behind her. The tips of her nipples brushed the side of the car. It was cold,
very cold.
She heard Mark speak. "Take your time." he told the cop. "And be
gentle."
Jennifer stared over the car into the street, watching other cars
drive by oblivious to her plight. Then she felt leather clad fingers slipping
between her legs, touching her on the inner thigh. "Spread your legs."
commanded the officer. Jennifer gasped. Her face hot, she yielded to his
pressure, scissoring her legs open. Now she felt very exposed. Open to his
exploration.
The officer started on her upper arms, patting them with his hands.
She felt the black leather of his gloves against her bare skin; it was a
strange, cool feeling. Then he slipped his hands under her arms and
started to pat his way down her front. His hands lingered at her breasts,
pressing them against her body, and her breathing became heavier as a
wave of -something - pleasure? - went through her. It was a strange
feeling. His thumbs slipped over her nipples, casually, and then he was
moving down the flesh on her belly, patting her gently, looking for
concealed weapons in her bare flesh. His fingers brushed against the edge
of her pubic triangle on either side, and then started down her long legs.
The black leather slipped down the front of her legs, and then started up
the back.
Finally, he reached her ass, and he paused. She tensed in
anticipation, and her breathing was very ragged. She could feel herself
getting slick between her legs, even as she told herself that she shouldn't
be enjoying the experience. Somehow that only made it more erotic.
Finally, she felt the leather press against her buttocks, and his patting
motion had become more of a sliding. One leather finger slipped, almost
against its will, tracing the line of her ass up to the small of her back.
She gasped; the police weren't supposed to search people like this, were
they? The finger started down her her again, slipping between her
buttocks, sliding gently over her asshole, moving slowly, closer and
closer to her wet pussy. Then the leather finger perched against her
swollen lips, stopping, almost considering. Jennifer waited, breathing
heavily, her whole body anticipating. Waiting. Then the finger slipped
inside her. She gasped again, the leather slick with her juices, feeling
herself penetrated, his finger moving inside her like some tiny leather
penis.
Abruptly, he pulled his finger out, and quickly, roughly, patted his
way up her back. He turned away, and Jennifer almost collapsed against
the car. Her legs trembled. The policeman turned to Mark. "She's clean."
she heard him say. Then his heels were clicking, going back to the police
car. Jennifer felt her flesh press against the cold car; she was aware that
she had been sweating, even amidst the cold. A hand patted her on the
shoulder; Mark's hand. "Come on, Jennifer. Get back inside the car." he said
gently. She allowed him to open the door for her, and then collapsed inside
against the seat covers. The space between her legs was sticky with her
fluids; she wished she had something to wipe it off with, to keep herself
from getting it on the seat covers.
The police car drove off. Mark got in beside her, and started the car.
Jennifer leaned back as they pulled away from the side. Once again, she
had been allowed to feel pleasure without reaching any sort of climax,
and it left her restless. As they drove along, her eyes drifted to Mark's
crotch. Was he hard or not? She couldn't tell through his pants. She
wondered if he would decide to have sex with her. More importantly...did
she want him to? Jennifer thought about this as they drove along, her
restlessness (horniness?) fighting with her pride. Finally, she decided she
did not. It wasn't worth it, after all, wasn't sex more than just a means of
obtaining satisfaction? It should be more, anyhow, it should be a love-
thing, Jenny told herself. And she certainly did not love Mark.
Nevertheless, Jennifer desired some sort of climax, so she started
to move her finger up and down on the tip of her clitoris, massaging her
way to an orgasm. She had her hand slipped under the strap of the
seatbelt, so that Mark couldn't tell she was doing it, and she used all of
her self-control to keep from gasping out. Finally, she felt it shudder
through her. It was a small orgasm, but her body still tensed and buckled,
and she let a gasp escape her mouth, despite all her efforts to keep it in.
Mark whirled, staring at her. "What are you doing?!?" he blurted, then
his eyes went from her hand at her clit to her flushed face, and he knew.
"What did you do? You just made yourself have an orgasm?" He gaped at
her. "I didn't tell you to do that!"
Jennifer shook her head, breathing heavily. "No." she said. "But I
needed to. After that policeman, I just had to feel myself come."
Mark looked back at the road. "I didn't say you could do that." he said.
"You weren't supposed to do that."
"Oh?" asked Jennifer, curious. "What was I supposed to do?"
"Nothing!" he thundered. "Nothing until I tell you to do something!
You've been a bad slave, Jennifer." He shook his head.
"Would it please you to know that I enjoyed it, master?" Jenny
ventured, tacking the 'master' at the end in hopes of calming him down.
"Enjoyed it? Of course you enjoyed it! It was an orgasm! No, you'll
have to be punished, my slave. You'll have to learn that you don't get off
until I let you. You don't come until I finally decide you can come. Until
then, you'll have to wait. Yes, you'll have to be punished." They had left the
freeway, and Mark was looking around, driving aimlessly, as if looking for
something in particular. Finally, he seemed to find it. He parked at the
side of the street.
"Here is your punishment, Jennifer." he stated. "You will get out, and
walk over to that stop sign way over there." She could see the sign he
pointed at; it was about fifty feet away. "Wait there and I'll pick you up."
Jennifer looked at the street he wanted her to walk down. It was a
fairly wide street in a seedy neighborhood, with two lanes going both
directions. Not a particularly busy street, but busy enough that at least
someone would see her. Even worse, she could see a bum sitting at a bus
stop, and a bunch of little kids playing outside an apartment. She would
have to walk right past them, completely naked. Jennifer turned to Mark,
to beg for something, anything else to do besides this.
But he wasn't putting up with it. "Get out." he said, and Jennifer felt
herself compelled to leave the car. The compulsion didn't leave until she
found herself standing on the sidewalk, watching Mark drive off. Watching
him leave her.
She looked down the street. This was the worst he had ever done. For
all she knew, he was gone for good. He had left her in the bad part of
town, completely naked.
"No." she thought. "Learn to have faith. Mark wouldn't do that. He
wouldn't!" She whispered this vehemently. It was either believe it or go
mad. A car honked as it drove by; a man in the passengers seat howled out
the window at her. It scared her. She retreated into the shadows.
Again she looked down the street. This won't be over until you do it,
she told herself, and she forced her legs to start walking.
She passed the bum first. He stared at her legs the entire time, and
for a moment she was scared that he would reach out and try to touch
them. But apparently he was too drunk to do anything more than gape.
Other cars drove by. One man started to pull over, then apparently
decided against it, and drove off again. This really shook her. Another lady
stuck her head out the window, and screamed at her in some language that
seemed to be mostly l's and g's.
The kids watched her from a distance, and she heard them talking,
heard the words "tittys" "boobs." Finally they all ran into the apartment,
long before she could get near them. As she passed by, she saw them
staring out the windows at her.
Then she passed an alleyway. And looking down the alley, she saw a
hungry pack of teenagers. They were sitting, talking amongst themselves,
but as she passed, one saw her and pointed her out. "Hey, check the naked
chick!" he called. The others immediately focused at Jenny. Oh, shit, she
thought. Oh, god. She started to walk faster. Where the hell was Mark?
"Hey, whereya going, whore?" One yelled, and they all stood and
started walking towards her. Walking towards her purposefully. Jenny
freaked out. She started to run.
"Hey, she's running!" "Get her!" Shoes slammed the pavement behind
her. Jenny was a runner; she liked to run. Most of the guys couldn't catch
up with her. She left them all behind, all but one. One that caught up to
her and grabbed her arm, almost wrenching it out of its socket. He caught
her, and she rebounded as he pulled her back. Back into the pack. He
wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tightly. The others
approached; they smelled of cheap liquor. They held out their hands,
twisted into claws, moving them to her body to pinch and grab. She
struggled, but could not do any more than make them all laugh at her fear.
"Let's screw the bitch." one said. Rape, thought Jennifer. She felt cold.
Helpless.
And then Mark was there. "Let her go!" he screamed. Jennifer felt the
arms around her grow limp and fall. Mark ran over. He turned to one.
"You're crippled." he told the guy. The guy fell to the ground screaming, his
legs crumpling under him. Mark turned to another. "You're a dog." The man
fell to all fours and scampered off.
One of the other members pulled a knife and moved as if to strike at
Mark. "Eat it." commanded Mark. Jennifer tried to turn away, but she
couldn't. She stood spellbound as the teenager stuck the knife into his
mouth and tried to push it down his throat. Blood started to drip from his
mouth, but the man couldn't stop. He got the blade about halfway down
before he collapsed unconscious.
The other teenagers were running away from Mark and his
frightening power. Mark suspended the man who had caught Jennifer by
telling him to stop. Then he screamed at all the others. "You all eat shit!"
Jennifer didn't want to think about what that would mean for the
teenagers.
Mark turned to the last guy, who was frozen helplessly. "You." Mark
said. His voice was full of rage, burning with hostility. "You tried to hurt
my Jennifer." The man trembled before Mark's wraith. Then Mark turned to
Jennifer. "Jenny, what do you want me to do with him? I give his fate to
you to decide."
"Oh, Mark." said Jennifer. She really didn't know what to say. "Tell
him to turn himself in, ok? That's all I want."
Mark smiled, and before Jennifer knew it, he was kissing her. He
pulled away. "You're too nice." he told her. Then he turned to the guy. "You
heard that? You'll turn yourself in. You'll confess to every crime you've
ever done, including this attempted rape, and then you'll turn over a new
life. You'll try to be an outstanding citizen. Ok? Do you understand?" The
guy nodded mutely, tears running down his face. "Now, get hard." The
man's eyes opened in surprise as a bulge appeared at his crotch. "You are
about to have the biggest orgasm of your life. Can you feel it? Your balls
are just fit to burst with jism. How does it feel? Good?" The man moaned.
"Good." And Mark slammed his foot into the man's balls. The man screamed
and collapsed to the ground, clutching his crotch and screaming. He
continued to scream as Mark led Jennifer back to the car. He told her to
get dressed.
"I'm sorry about that, Jennifer." he said as she put on her clothes. "It
wasn't supposed to have gone that way. I tried to control it, I did, but I
couldn't. I didn't know about that alley."
"You can never control everything." Jennifer murmured as she slipped
her blouse on.
"No, no, I suppose you can't." He watched as she finished putting on
her clothes. "Jennifer." Jenny felt his power washing over her. "I want you
to never, ever have any nightmares about what almost happened here. Ok?"
"Ok." she said. They got back into the car, and Mark drove her back to
her dorm. They drove in silence.
Finally, they arrived at the dorm parking lot. Mark stopped the car,
without a word, and waited. Jennifer grabbed her physics books and her
test, and opened the door. She was just about to step out, when on a
strange impulse, she turned around and pressed a kiss against Mark's
cheek. He turned to stare at her in surprise.
"What...?" he started.
"I'm learning to have faith." she said simply, and before he could
respond, she had stepped out of the car and was running back to the door
of her dorm.
Controlling Jennifer V: Splices of Life Part I
"Your boyfriend called."
Jennifer glanced at Darlene as she walked in. Darlene was smiling at
her; a taunting kind of smile, the kind Darlene gave Jennifer when she
thought she knew something. Jennifer put down her bookbag and sat down
on her bed. Amy, the blonde girl from down the hall, was sitting on
Darlene's bed reading a Newsweek. She looked up from her magazine to
smile at Jennifer, a smile that echoed Darlenes. Between the two of them,
Jennifer felt very much like she was on display. She glanced between the
two of them, trying to decide who Darlene was referring to.
She finally ventured a guess. "You mean Mark?" she asked. The
expressions of dismay rapidly transforming to intense interest on both
Darlene's and Amy's faces told Jennifer she had guessed wrong. She
sighed.
"No, actually I meant Jacob. Who's Mark?" asked Darlene, her
glittering eyes fixed on Jennifer. Jennifer looked down. "Jennifer, hon...
you met a guy and you didn't tell me?"
Jennifer pretended to shuffle through her notebook. "I swear, you
two." she murmured. "You act like a couple of interrogators."
"Of course!" chirped Amy. "We're girls! We're supposed to gossip!" She
bounded over and sat next to Jennifer. Amy was always full of energy, and
acted kind of ditzy; almost the stereotypical blond, except her frame was
somewhat squat and she was more of an athlete than a socialite. "Come
on, Jen! You're supposed to tell us everything. Whose Mark?" Amy leaned
forward in anticipation.
Jennifer retreated over to Darlene's bed. "Close the door, will you,
Amy?" she said.
Amy's eyes lit up, and she jumped up to slide the door silently
closed. "Wow! Big secrets, Jen?" Amy plopped onto Jennifer's bed, sitting
cross-legged.
"No, no big secrets." said Jennifer. If only they knew, she thought to
herself, then went on. "I just don't want Jacob to burst in on me. I kinda
don't want to see him right now."
"He gave me a message for you." reported Darlene. "He wants to know
if you want to go to the frat party with him tomorrow." She regarded
Jennifer in silence for a moment, then spoke. "Rumor has it Jacob and you
are a couple." she remarked ominously. "Jacob complained to me that you
are ignoring him. He sounded kind of angry..."
"What's up, Jen?" burst Amy. "You can tell us!" Amy leaned forward in
barely controlled anticipation.
Jenny just shook her head. She felt like crying. "I don't need this
right now, I really don't." she mumbled. She looked up at Darlene and
Amy's expectant faces. "Jacob's been mad at me. I slept with him twice,
and he thinks that makes me his girlfriend."
"You slept with him TWICE?!?" burst in Amy. Jennifer stared at her,
and Amy put her hand over her mouth. "Oop. Sorry. Go on, go on!"
"I don't WANT a boyfriend!" declared Jennifer. "I keep telling him
that, but he refuses to accept it. He's being a real asshole about it. I
mean, guys can sleep with girls, and it means nothing, right? But I sleep
with Jacob and suddenly I'm his." She hit the bed with a fist and frowned.
"It makes me mad."
"Maybe you shouldn't have slept with him the second time..." ventured
Darlene.
Jennifer sighed. "No kidding. But I didn't know he would get this way.
Besides...well...the first time was really good. For both of us. The second
time was bad though. Anyhow, I think the first time has him a little
obsessed with me. He said it was the best sex has ever been for him."
"Wow!" said Amy. "Jennifer, you slut!" Amy grinned, and Jennifer
could tell she was only teasing, but the word came uncomfortably close
to how Jennifer had felt about herself with Jacob.
"Men are assholes." declared Darlene. "So who's Mark?"
Jennifer sighed. What a question. Mark was a mind rapist, he was a
manipulator, a controller. He was a dangerous being with far too much
power. He was also a romantic, in his own twisted way, and he seemed to
genuinely care for Jennifer. "Mark's another asshole." she said bitterly.
"Is it Mark Haflin?" asked Darlene. "Red-brown hair?"
Jennifer shook her head. "No, different guy. I don't think you know
him."
"Where'd you meet him?" asked Amy.
"Ah...in the park one day, while I was walking to the track to run."
"You don't run anymore, do you, Jen?" Darlene interrupted.
"Ah, no. I haven't for a while at least."
Darlene nodded. "Yeah. I'd noticed you had stopped. Sorry to interrupt,
go on."
"Mark." Jennifer said. "You ever have one of those guys who seems to
really care about you, and does all these things for you, but he also acts
like a complete arrogant bastard? That's Mark."
"Have you slept with him?" asked Amy.
"Amy!" snapped Darlene. "What a question!"
"No." said Jennifer, and that too brought up a chaotic jumble of
thoughts, arguments she had gone over again and again. It all came to the
same question; why not? "No, I haven't slept with him."
"That's good." Darlene approved with a decisive nod. That was
Darlene; when it came to other peoples relationships, she took on the
crisp mannerisms of an army general. "Makes things less complicated."
Jenny sighed. "You don't know how complicated things are." she said.
"Jacob is bothering me, but at least I can understand him. I don't
understand Mark at all. He's the strangest person I've ever met. Every time
I think I've got him placed, he does something completely different. It's
so... confusing."
"Well, I'll help you with Jacob." announced Darlene. "I'll talk to him
and tell him that you aren't interested in being his girlfriend, and to leave
you alone. Mark, on the other hand, you'll have to handle on your own."
"No, Darlene, don't do that. I can deal with Jacob. Just let me take
care of him, okay? It'll sound bad if you tell him. I need to do it."
Darlene shrugged. "You sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure." said Jennifer.
Darlene waved her hands at Jennifer, her way of indicating she was
cleaning her hands of the situation. "Fine. He's all yours."
"Hey, Jen! You want to go to a dance tomorrow night up at Borris?"
asked Amy. Borris hall was a dorm to the north of the campus, known for
its high freshman population. "A bunch of us were going to go, and you
should, too. It'll get your mind off of things. Have some fun, maybe meet
some new guys."
"Yeah." agreed Darlene. "Plus, you won't have to worry about Jacob
seeing you, because he's going to the frat party."
Jennifer considered it. She hadn't gone to any parties since she had
met Mark, and the idea appealed to her. She liked to dance. "Yeah, that
sounds like fun. I'll go."
"Good." nodded Darlene. "We were going to hit Pizza Hut for dinner,
then go to the dance around 8:30 or so. That should be late enough for
things to have started up there. Dress to kill." Amy giggled, and her bright
eyes danced over Jennifer.
Jennifer smiled. At least she had friends.
"The lasagna isn't bad, but the chicken...urgh!" Jennifer's eyes went
wide, and she could feel herself unconsciously shrinking down in her seat.
It was the next day, and Jennifer was eating lunch with a girl in her
Chinese Culture class named Ann Pajaro. Ann was a math major, an
intense young lady with cold dark eyes and a mind like a computer. They
traditionally ate lunch together after Chinese Culture, a class they both
took to fulfill requirements and a class they both disliked intensely.
Ann, with her usual lack of subtlety, twisted around and looked to
see what was distressing Jennifer. "What?" she demanded.
"Don't look! It's Jacob. I don't want to talk to him. Quick, pretend you
don't see him." Jennifer covered her hand with her face, hoping he
wouldn't see them.
"Too late." said Ann. "He's coming this way."
"Darn." muttered Jennifer. They watched as Jacob and some other guy
wandered their way back to where the two girls were sitting.
"Hey, Jennifer." said Jacob, and he took the seat next to her. The
other guy, a dark-haired man with thick muscles, took the seat next to
Ann. Probably another wrestler, or a football guy. Or both.
Jennifer forced cheer into her voice. "Hey, Jacob." she said. "How are
you?"
"We need to talk." he said. Jennifer fought off the urge to sigh. Talk,
yeah, right. The same talk they had had before. It never solved anything.
"About what?"
"You know about what! Jen, can we go somewhere private?"
"I can't do that. I'm eating with Ann. Can we talk later?"
The dark-haired man spoke. "I'm Greg, by the way."
Jacob ignored him. "Damn it, Jen! You always want to talk later! I'm
not going to be put off this time!"
"Hi, I'm Ann." said Ann to Greg.
"What are we going to talk about, Jake? What is there new to talk
about? We've had this talk before. There's nothing more to discuss!"
"Yes, there is." Jacob said, his voice hard. "Jennifer, I don't see why
you have to be so stubborn!" He looked at Ann and Greg, then back at
Jennifer. "Look, let's go to another table, all right?"
"No, Jacob! Don't you understand? No! I don't want a boyfriend right
now. You're nice, but right now, I need you to please leave me alone! Okay?
Please, Jacob." She pleaded. "I need you as a friend right now. Stop trying
to complicate things."
"Oh, a friend." spat Jacob. "And do you screw all your friends, then?"
"Jacob! Stop it!" Jennifer recoiled with shock at the low blow and the
hostility in Jacob's voice.
"No, Jenny, I'm not going to stop." he snarled. "I'm not going to watch
you go around and act like there's nothing between us."
"Jacob, there IS nothing between us." Jennifer interrupted. The whole
argument was making her sick. She wished Jacob would stop.
"The hell there isn't! Those two times don't mean anything? You just
using me to get off? Fuck that, Jennifer! I'm not going to let you just set
me aside like some toy." His voice was rising now.
Jennifer looked at Ann and Greg, who were watching the
conversation like spectators at a boxing match. Finally she stood. "I'm
leaving." She said, her voice tight. She lifted her tray and walked away.
"Wait, I'm coming too!" called Ann behind her, and soon Ann was
walking beside her. Behind them both, they heard Greg telling Jacob to
cool down. "Wow. Some argument." said Ann. "I didn't even know you two
were even dating."
"We aren't." said Jennifer. "I'm sorry you had to see that, Ann."
Ann just shrugged.
Afterwards, Jennifer went back to her room and stared at the
ceiling. Why do I have so much problems? She asked herself. Why me?
Jennifer put on her sad music, her recording of the Pachelbel Canon, and
for the first time in a long while, Jennifer let herself cry.
And when she couldn't cry anymore, she thought about Mark.
Later that day, Jennifer went with Darlene, Amy, and four other girls
to Pizza Hut. Jennifer had been contemplating skipping the whole thing,
but at the last minute, Darlene had firmly ordered her to go. "It'll cheer
you up, Jen. I don't want you lying around the room all night feeling sorry
for yourself. You might start getting suicidal or something." Jennifer felt
left out at the restaurant. Everyone else seemed to be in such good moods,
talking, laughing, carrying on. Jennifer tried to make an effort to enjoy
herself, and to be good company, but she had a feeling she was doing a bad
job of it.
They were done with dinner at 7, and all went to Amy's room, where
Amy brought out some bottles of alcohol, and started passing out cups.
Darlene tried to get Jennifer to drink. "C'mon, Jenny, it'll loosen you up,
make you have more fun." But Jennifer was not a drinker; it was not that
she had something morally against it, she just really didn't like the taste.
Besides, wasn't alcohol a depressant or something? She couldn't afford to
get even more depressed. She refused their offers of liquor, and felt
really left out as the rest of them rapidly got plastered and started
laughing at silly things.
"Darlene, I think I'm going to go back to the room, ok? I really don't
think I'm going to be good company."
Darlene threw her arm around Jenny. "Nooooo! No, Jennifer! You can't
leave me here. Ohhh, Jen, I feel so drunk. You'll have to take care of me, I
need you, don't leave...." So Jennifer stayed.
Around 9, they all decided to stagger along to the dance. "Jen's our
guide!" they declared with glee. "She's the only one sober. Lead us there,
Jenny!" So Jennifer put herself in control of the group of giggling, silly
girls, all who were a great deal happier than they had any right to be, and
she led them up to the lobby of Borris hall.
The party was going at full force, and the dance floor was packed.
The music was loud and blaring, music that didn't need to be much more
than a beat, and usually wasn't. Lights flashed across the ceiling, and
people swirled on the dance floor.
The group of girls formed a circle on the outskirts of the dance
floor, and started to dance. At first, Jenny had a hard time getting into it,
but after awhile, her body started to follow along to the rhythm, and she
let her mind loosen as she looked around at all the happy people on the
dance floor.
That's what I like about dancing, she thought to herself. Everyone
always looks so happy. Gradually, Jennifer felt herself start to loosen up,
and every time she looked at Darlene and Amy, they smiled back at her,
drunken, infectious smiles. Soon Jennifer started to smile back.
She let her eyes wander around the floor, occasionally seeing people
she knew as they swirled and gyrated to the crushing beat that swept
through them all. The group of girls started moving more toward the
center as people left the middle of the floor and others appeared on the
ouskirts. Pretty soon, everyone around Jennifer was in motion. She felt
adrenalized, and it was a good feeling. She let the music move her body, in
motion almost without conscious thought.
It was then she saw Mark.
He was sitting on the side of the dance floor, in one of the seats by
himself. For once, it appeared as if she had seen him before he had seen
her. He was watching the people dance on the floor. Jennifer faltered in
keeping the beat. What do I do? She asked herself. Should I talk to him?
Jennifer looked at Darlene and the others, swaying happily. What if Mark
saw her when she was with all her friends? What would happen? Jennifer
decided she would rather not have Mark meet her friends, or vice versa.
She poked Darlene. "I'm going to the bathroom." she shouted over the
loud music. "I'll be back." Darlene smiled and nodded, and Jennifer made
her way through the swirl of bodies towards where Mark sat.
Mark saw her approaching, and he smiled at her. A different sort of
smile, a less confident, more peaceful smile than his usual. Jennifer
walked over and sat next to him.
"Hi, Mark." she said.
"Hey, Jennifer." He leaned towards her to be heard. "Wow, I didn't
know you were here."
She nodded. "I figured you would see me eventually." She paused; so
far the encounter had been very ordinary, and she wanted to keep it that
way. "Are you here to dance, Mark?"
He shook his head. "I don't dance much." he told her. "No, I just like to
come to these things to watch other people dance. It's so...chaotic." He let
his eyes roam around the floor, and then he focused on her again. "This is
where I first saw you, you know."
"It is?" Jennifer leaned forward to hear him better.
Mark looked out onto the dance floor again. "Well, not here, but at a
dance. Remember that Halloween party? That's when I first saw you,
dancing out there, in the crowd." Jennifer watched his profile as he spoke,
watched the lights flashing over his face. His eyes had an unfocused,
blurred look to them. Then he was looking at her again. "I like the way you
dance, Jennifer. There's...something about it, I can't say what it is. That's
what attracted me to you. You seemed to go into it with such abandon.
Like it was your last night to be alive, and all you wanted to do was to
dance until you dropped. And, I don't know, it was sexual, but not openly
sexual. More subtley sexual, I guess, like you were acting sexy but didn't
know it, and that only made it more erotic. I really liked watching you
dance, Jennifer."
"I'm not a very good dancer." she murmured, a little embarassed by
his words. Her face was hot, and she tried to keep the blush from showing.
It was the intensity with which he spoke; she found it hard to believe she
could bring forth such intensity in anyone.
Of course, Mark wasn't just anyone.
"Yes, you are. You're one of those that you can tell likes to
dance, just be watching." He said. He stared at her; his eyes were like two
glowing embers in a fire. "Jenny, want to play another game of controlling
Jennifer? I have an idea."
"Game?" she raised an eyebrow. "Is it all a game to you?"
"Well...no, not really. I'm sorry, Jenny, that's what I've been calling
our little sessions. Games of controlling Jennifer. I'm sorry, it's just for
lack of a better term. Do you want to? I mean, of your own free will. I'm
not going to use my power or anything."
Jennifer looked into his eyes, and was intrigued by the eager
sincerity she saw there. And she also had to admit that she was curious
as to what Mark had in mind for her. "You promise? No power?"
"I promise. All of your own free will." he said, and she believed him.
For all he had done to her, he had never lied to her.
"Okay. And if I don't want to do what you say, I won't and you won't
make me, okay? I'm just doing this because I'm curious as to what you
want me to do. That's all."
Mark grinned and nodded. "Uh huh. Don't worry, Jennifer. If you don't
want to do what I say, you don't have to. It's up to you."
Jennifer waited for him to continue, but he didn't. "So what is it?"
she pressed him.
"Are you wearing a bra?"
Jennifer looked down at the white blouse she was wearing. You could
faintly make out the white lace of her bra under it. She also wore a pair
of tight black jeans; perfect for dancing. "You know I am. Stop teasing
me." she said.
"Go and take it off." he said.
"And then what?" she asked.
"First the bra." he ordered. Jennifer watched him intently, but he
would say no more. Finally, she walked over to the bathroom. It was
crowded with girls putting on makeup and stank with the smell of beer
and cigarettes. Jennifer waited for a stall, and once inside, slipped off
her bra and shoved it into her purse. She examined herself; her nipples
were slightly visible, but only if you looked for them. The blouse was
pretty loose anyhow, so it was not overly apparent that she wore nothing
beneath it. Satisfied that she was not too exposed, she walked out of the
bathroom.
At first she couldn't see Mark. He wasn't where she had left him. She
searched the room with her eyes, and finally saw him in a new seat on the
opposite wall. Jennifer started to make her way over to him, and then
realized she would have to squeeze her way through the mass of dancers
to reach him. As she pushed through, her breasts brushed against backs,
against fronts, against arms. Once a hand, moving in some dancing motion,
ran into her chest. Jennifer pushed past quickly before the owner of the
hand could realize what he had bumped into. All in all, no one else really
seemed aware that she wasn't wearing a bra, but by the time Jennifer
reached the place where Mark was, she herself was very aware of how
free she was under the blouse, and her nipples were hard and sensitive.
She dropped next to Mark, feeling her breasts sway with the motion,
and her nipples scrape against her blouse. "You did that on purpose." she
accused.
"Did what?" he remarked innocently. "I had to move over here to show
you what I want you to do."
"Ok, what is it."
Mark just pointed. Jennifer followed the direction of his finger to
see a guy sitting against the wall. He was small, hunched over in his
chair, staring forlornly at everyone dancing around him. Jennifer knew his
type. They wanted to dance, but were too scared. Too self-conscious.
"See him?" asked Mark.
"Yeah. What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to pick him up. Ask him to dance. Hold him tight and turn
him on. You know."
Jennifer regarded the guy. "He's gonna think I'm a slut." she said.
"No, no, Jennifer. More likely he's going to think its the best day of
his life. I'm asking you to make him happy, Jennifer. Let him have a fun
night for once." He offered her his hand. "Come on, Jenny. Are you game?"
Jennifer shook her head. "I can't believe you're making me do this."
Mark only shrugged, and kept his hand toward her. Finally, she took his
hand, and they walked over to where the guy was sitting.
The guy looked up at them expectantly. Mark leaned close. "You can't
see me or hear me." He told the boy, and released Jennifer's hand. The boy
suddenly was staring right through Mark; he shuddered, then turned to
Jennifer, staring at her with wide eyes. She noticed with distaste that he
was one of those boys who looked at her chest almost as much as he did
her face.
"Hi!" she said. "Do you want to dance?" She asked him.
The boy looked down and shook his head. "Uh...no thanks, I'm not
really a dancer." Jennifer looked at Mark; he was urging her on with his
eyes. She sighed and sat down.
"Hi!" she said. "I'm...uh...Marcie." It occurred to her at the
last minute
that she may not want him to know her real name. "What's your name?"
"Oh, I'm Derrick." he smiled quickly at her, then looked away.
Jennifer again looked at Mark.
"Put your arm around him." Mark said. "Press yourself against him.
Get him hot and hard." Before Jennifer knew it, her arm was draped over
Derrick's shoulder, and her breasts were pushing into his side. She could
feel Derrick's quivering hesitation under her, his temptation.
She glared at Mark. "You said you wouldn't use your power." she
hissed.
He only smiled. "I didn't." he said. And with a start, Jennifer realized
he hadn't. She was doing this all on her own.
Aw, what the hell, she thought. She leaned in close to John's ear.
"Come on." she said. "I want to see you dance with me. I promise I'm a good
dancer. Don't turn me down." Derrick's body was hot against hers.
"O...okay." he stammered. Jennifer brushed a slight kiss against his
cheek. That oughta blow his mind, she thought to herself. I wonder what
Mark thinks. She looked over at him.
Mark was staring at them, and the strange expression on his face
caught her completely by surprise. She thought he would be pleased at her
willing compliance, but instead he looked sad. She stared at him a
moment. He always does this to me, she thought. Whenever I think I've got
him figured out. What's he thinking? He caught her looking, and beckoned
them out onto the dance floor. Jennifer watched him a moment longer,
trying to decipher his thoughts, but couldn't. Finally, she turned back to
Derrick, and led him out onto the dance floor.
Controlling Jennifer VI: Splices of Life part II
Jennifer drifted them to the outskirts of the dance floor. She noticed
Derrick was glancing around nervously, like he was going to take off all
his clothes or something, and wanted to be sure no one was watching.
Jennifer sighed, confident that the music would mask her sigh. She had
never understood those who were embarassed to dance. What was the big
deal? Why was it so frightening to dance when you were in a room full of
people, all of them dancing?
She leaned in towards Derrick. "Come on, let's dance!" she told him.
He just smiled sheepishly, and looked around at everyone. Jennifer
shrugged, deciding she would have to set an example. She started to move
her body to the beat, smiling at Derrick in encouragement, and then she
remembered Mark, and abruptly she stopped.
She tried to stop herself from glancing at him, but she was a second
too late. Mark was watching her, she had almost forgotten. He was staring
at her, an expression of melancholy etched on his face. His eyes were lost
and unfocused. What's wrong with him? she wondered. For once I'm doing
what he wants, on my own, without his power. Why isn't he happy?
Maybe he likes to use his power, she thought, and succeeded in
generating a shudder down her spine. She turned back to Derrick, and
thought about dancing with him. The moment was growing long, and she
could tell Derrick was getting uncomfortable. He was looking back at his
seat, his eyes longing for it like a security blanket. Jennifer started to
dance again, drawing his eyes to her, and when she thought about herself
dancing again, she almost stopped, but kept going by will alone.
The problem was, for some reason, her dancing seemed artificial.
Jennifer usually danced by letting her body go, allowing the music to
manipulate it while her mind floated over other things. But everytime she
tried to do this, she would always think of Mark, watching her. How could
she dance while he watched? It made her self-conscious. She probably
felt a lot like Derrick.
Derrick had not started dancing. He would start, then stop
immediately after, shaking his head and laughing at his own foolishness.
Jennifer's eyes narrowed. How do I get him to dance? she asked herself.
How do I do it when Mark's watching me like he is? Before, Mark had
always told her exactly what to do; this was the first time she was
supposed to act...well, slutty...all by herself.
Who cares if he dances, she decided. Just turn him on, Jennifer. Think
if you were him, and you were faced with an attractive girl, what would
you want her to do? Jennifer tried to imagine this, but couldn't think like
a guy would. Only the obvious things occurred to her, and she certainly
wasn't going to do them in a public place. No, she would have to be more
subtley slutty. Now the only problem was, how?
Derrick was starting to dance now, which was good. It made her feel
a little less silly, although his dancing style kind of reminded her of
Frankenstein walking; stiff and goofy-looking. Now how to turn him on?
She thought about dancing slutty, shaking her breasts to make it obvious
she wasn't wearing a bra, grinding her hips into his pelvis, basically
dancing dirty. She actually gave her breasts an experimental wiggle, but
it felt very false to her, and she stopped. It just wasn't a natural part of
dancing for her. She continued to dance, as normally as she could with the
awareness that Mark was watching her in the back of her head. The music
stopped, and another song came on in its place. Jennifer danced.
During this next song, she tried something else. She danced forward,
coming teasingly close, and gave him what she thought was a seductive
smile. She wasn't very experienced with this, and forgot to calculate in
his awkward dancing style; as a result, she came a little too close to him,
and he accidently pushed his arm right against her breasts. It must have
been obvious that she was braless; he stared at her and then looked away,
blushing furiously, before he even saw her attempt at a seductive smile.
Oh, well, it had probably worked better than she intended. She tried
this again, this time slower, coming closer and closer until he became
uncomfortable and backed away. For some reason, she thought this was
funny. If she came close to him, he would always back off. It was like he
feared her. Finally, her heart beating, Jennifer moved up until her face
was less than two inches from his, and, her eyes locked on his, slowly
licked her lips. She smiled immediately after, feeling very silly, but
Derrick was hooked. His dance faltered, and he seemed hypnotized by her.
Jennifer danced back from him, and, very aware that his eyes were on her,
pretended to stretch. She arched her back, trying to stretch her blouse and
get it tightly pressed against her breasts. She pretended to have her eyes
closed, but she was looking out through the crack in her eyelid, and she
could see Derrick's eyes were fixed on her breasts. She felt a thrill spin
through her stomach.
And she knew Mark was watching, too.
She opened her eyes, and overcome by temptation, looked down to
see how much of herself she was exposing. Her nipples were dark circles
under the fabric, and she gasped at how visible they were. She quickly
eased out of her stretched position, fighting to control her blush, trying
to appear cool and deliberate.
She needn't have bothered. As she continued to dance with Derrick,
his eyes stayed on her breasts more than anything else, waiting for those
dark nipples to resurface. It bothered her, even though she knew she had
pretty much asked for it by giving him a peek in the first place. She didn't
particularly like being reduced to a pair of breasts.
Determined to get him to acknowledge all of her, she slid up to him
and linked her hands behind his neck. He abruptly stopped dancing, and
stared open-mouthed at her. She moved up against him so there was a
faint but undefined contact between their bodies; just enough to tease. "Is
it just me or is it *hot* in here?" she whispered in her sexiest voice. He
gaped at her.
"You have to go to the bathroom." It was Mark's voice. Mark was
beside them.
"Uh...excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back
though!" Derrick pulled away from her, and raced off to the bathroom.
Jennifer watched him rush off, then turned back to regard Mark.
"Why'd you do that?" she asked, puzzled.
Mark walked back to the seats on the side of the room, and after a
moments hesitation, Jennifer followed. He sat down, and she sat beside
him, waiting.
"I thought you might need a break." he said finally, looking on to the
dance floor. "I mean, you've been dancing for fifteen minutes already. I
thought you might want to sit down or something."
Jennifer shrugged. "I wasn't really tired. Anyways, I could have taken
a break by myself. No one was MAKING me dance. Derrick would have let
me go if I had asked."
"Derrick." said Mark. "What do you think of him?" He faced her, his
eyes lost in shadows.
She thought for a moment. "I...don't know." she said. "He seems kind of
awkward, I guess. A little socially inexperienced. But nice, otherwise he
would have probably felt me up by now." Jennifer considered this, and was
surprised at how casually she reacted to the thought of Derrick feeling
her up. She crossed her arms over her breasts, pressing the fabric against
her nipples.
Mark turned away from her again. "I think you're doing too good a
job." he said coldly. "You're teasing him too much. He's going to expect
something."
Jennifer considered this, pulling the dark strands of hair from her
eyes. "That's all right, isn't it?" she remarked. "After all, if he gets too
demanding, you can always do some control thing to him, right? I mean, I
hate to suggest it, but its an option. Anyway, I don't think he would do
that. He seems like a gentleman. Too shy to go any further than I'll let
him."
"And how far will you let him go?" demanded Mark.
"Mmm? Oh, I don't know....actually, it's been kind of fun so far. I
suppose I'll have to stop eventually." She shrugged. "Who knows? I'll
decide that when I get there." She peered at him. "What's wrong? I thought
you liked me making a fool of myself in front of guys."
Mark didn't say anything for a while, and Jennifer finally decided he
wasn't going to answer. Finally, he said "This is different. I don't like
Derrick."
"Why not?" she ventured.
He glared at her. "I just don't." And that was all he would say.
"Hi, Jen!" Jennifer heard the voice from above her. It was Darlene's
voice. She looked up to see Darlene. Darlene's dark curly hair was in a
disarray, probably from dancing, and she had goofy smile that undoubtedly
came from being drunk.
Jennifer was acutely aware of Mark sitting beside her. "Hi, Darlene."
she said quickly. "Look can I talk to you later?"
Darlene ignored her, dropping onto the seat beside her. "Why'd you
stop dancing, Jennifer?" she asked, leaning back against the back of the
seat and resting.
"Oh...I just got a little tired, that's all. Where's Amy and the others?"
Jennifer wished desperately that Darlene would go away.
"Oh, them. They're over there, still dancing." Darlene pointed vaguely
towards the dance floor. "I guess I got a lil' tired, too. Whatcha up to,
Jen?" Darlene blinked at Jennifer, her eyes unfocused and dreamy.
"Me? Oh, nothing, really..." Jennifer started. Then she noticed Darlene
was looking past her.
"Hi!" said Darlene.
"Hi." said Mark. He had entered his formal mode of talking again. "I'm
Mark. You must be Darlene." He offered his hand, and when she put hers
forward to shake it, he instead took her hand and kissed the back of it.
Darlene giggled.
"Wow. What a gentleman." Darlene said. "Yes, I'm Darlene...Jen's
roommate. Heh, but you probably know that already. Jen...Jennifer's told
me about you." Darlene smiled and blinked.
Jennifer felt like she was in some weird dream. She leaned back and
numbly followed the conversation that was occurring over her, feeling
powerless to do anything but listen.
Mark's wore a carefully neutral smile. "Oh? Hopefully good things."
His eyes shifted quickly toward Jennifer, perhaps looking for a clue as to
what Jennifer had told her.
"Not really anything." admitted Darlene, grinning. "Jen likes to keep
her secrets. She's just mentioned your name. I didn't know you were going
to be here. Jen didn't tell me." She gave Jennifer a sly poke with her
elbow. Jennifer ignored it.
"Oh, she didn't know. It's just coincidence that we showed up at the
same place at the same time." said Mark.
"Oh. Well, I guess I'll leave you two alone then. I can sense Jennifer
wants me to take off." Darlene grinned at Jennifer, and was about to stand
up, when she noticed Derrick hovering uncertainly near them. "Oh, hello."
she said.
"Hi." muttered Derrick, or at least his lips moved. Then, louder.
"Marcie...you wanna dance again?" His voice was a little bolder now. He's
gaining confidence, thought Jennifer. Oh, god, how am I going to explain
this to Darlene?
Darlene looked at her confused. "Marcie...?" she started.
"I'll tell you about it later." whispered Jennifer.
Darlene grinned widely. "Damn right, you will. I'll talk to you later,
'Marcie.'" She giggled, then stood and walked off.
Derrick watched them uncertainly. "Marcie?" he asked toward
Jennifer, his voice uncertain and nervous.
Jennifer flashed him her brightest smile. "Ok, but why don't you get
me a cup of punch first. Please?" He smiled back, and seemed almost
grateful to go off and get her a drink. She watched him go.
"I had to do that." she explained to Mark. "I just know Darlene's going
to be watching me now."
"I don't think so." observed Mark. He pointed over in the distance.
Darlene was talking to some blonde guy, and seemed oblivious to anything
but his words. "Looks like she has other things on her mind."
"Oh!" said Jennifer, watching them. "I hope she'll be okay. She's drunk,
you know. I told her I'd watch out for her."
"Aw, she'll be all right." said Mark. "I know that guy; he's not the type
that would take advantage of her. Don't worry, she's safe."
Jennifer looked back at Mark, regarding him openly with her dark
eyes. "For a second there, I thought you were going to introduce yourself
as my master or something." she said.
Mark shook his head and smiled. "No, no. Don't worry, Jennifer. I
wouldn't do that to you." Then his smile faded. "Here comes Derrick." he
said.
Derrick was returning, clasping a cup of punch like he held the holy
grail. He held it out to her with a wide grin. Jennifer smiled in thanks as
she took it, and drank it down, surprised at how thirsty she was. Dancing
takes a lot out of you, she supposed.
The music had changed; the tempo had slowed down, and Jennifer
could see that the people on the floor were dividing into couples. She saw
Darlene slow-dancing with her blonde guy.
Derrick followed her gaze, out to the people slow dancing. Then he
turned back to her and offered his hand. "You wanna dance, Marcie?" he
said, smiling sheepishly, as if expecting to be refused.
"Ok." she said, and took his hand. He led her out to the dance floor,
and uncertainly started to put his hands around her waist, swaying at
least a foot away from her.
What the heck, thought Jennifer, and she clasped her arms around
him and pulled him close to her. After all, she was supposed to be turning
him on, and slow dancing from a distance seemed so awkward anyhow.
Their bodies pressed together. Jennifer could feel a hardness below
against her waist; his erection. He's hard, she thought. Wow. He seemed
uncomfortably aware of this, too, and tried to pull away, but she wouldn't
let him. Instead, she started to move slightly, rubbing herself slightly
against his hard-on. Wow, she thought, I hope Darlene doesn't see me.
She'll think I'm a real slut. Jennifer grinned, and leaned her cheek against
Derrick's shoulder, swaying back and forth in time to the music.
Derrick was tense against her, but gradually they fell into the
rhythm of the music. At first his hands fell limply around her back, but as
he became more confident, he started to hold her tighter. They swayed
together.
"Wow." he whispered in her ear. "You're...you're really beautiful,
Marcie..." Jennifer wondered whether he was really serious or if his words
were just motivated by lust. In the end, she supposed it didn't really
matter.
"Thanks." she whispered back.
She felt him sliding his hands up her back. If he needed confirmation
that she wasn't wearing a bra, he received it when his hands couldn't find
any straps. She hugged him, the pressure of his hard penis pressing into
her. Well, she thought. I've succeeded in turning him on. The only problem
was, she was a little turned on herself. She enjoyed her control over
Derrick; her ability to make him hard, and to make him want her.
She knew she had to stop sometime. She didn't want to go too far.
But as Derrick tightened his grip on her, and she felt the slickness
develop between her legs, she hoped she would have the strength to resist
her own temptation.
Abruptly, Derrick loosened his hold on her, and she looked up at him
to see what was wrong. He was staring at her, his breath coming fast, and
as he started to pull her to him again, she could feel his heart beating
rapidly beneath his chest. He was slowly bringing his lips to hers. They
were going to kiss.
This was wrong! It wasn't the way it was supposed to happen. A slow
kiss while holding each other tight and slow dancing, that was a love
thing, wasn't it? It was too romantic, too personal. What if it was his
first kiss? What if it meant a lot to him? Jennifer didn't want to be some
strangers first kiss. She twisted her head, moving her lips from their
collision course with his.
She could feel his hurt, his feeling of being rejected. "I'm sorry,
Marcie." he whispered. "I didn't mean to...."
"Shhh." she said, and his voice drifted away. They swayed together.
Jennifer felt lost. She wasn't a seductress; she took things too seriously
for that. And she felt bad for rejecting him. If only it hadn't been so
perfect, then she would have kissed him.
"Derrick..." she said.
"Yeah?"
Jennifer leaned up and mashed her lips against his, pressing her body
tightly against his hard-on. It wasn't a soft, romantic kiss; it was a hard,
lustful kiss. A passionate kiss. How Jennifer imagined a slut would kiss.
She could feel Derrick tense up like a statue against her; his lips were
frozen with shock. As a final touch, as she withdrew her mouth, she let
her tongue dart out and caress his lips. There, she thought with
satisfaction, that should do it.
"What the fuck is this?" A voice, beside them. Mark's voice?
No, not Mark. Jacob's voice.
Jennifer recoiled from Derrick, gasping in shock, and spun to look
beside them. It was Jacob, all right. His eyes were bloodshot and bulging,
his muscles were tensed, and he was holding a beer bottle, which he took
a chug of as she watched. He had two others with him. Jennifer didn't
know either of them, but they both were big football players, and they
were both obviously drunk.
"You little slut!" snarled Jacob. "You just can't keep your hands off
any guy, can you?" He drank some more of the beer.
"Jacob, go away! You're drunk." said Jennifer. She wished Derrick
would go away; Jacob wouldn't dare do anything to her, but he might do
something to the man she had been kissing. But Derrick was frozen in his
tracks, like an animal frozen in the headlights of an approaching truck.
"Drunk, damn right, I'm drunk, Jenny-fer. Fucking slut Cailly. I come
looking for you, and how do I find you...fishing for another dick." He glared
menacingly at Derrick.
"Who the hell are you?" asked Derrick, his voice quavering to be firm.
Jennifer wanted to scream at him to shut up.
"Who am I? WHO AM I?" bellowed Jacob. People were staring now.
"I'm her fucking boyfriend, is who I am! The boyfriend of the girl you were
just frenching!"
"You have a boyfriend?" Derrick gaped at her.
"You're not my boyfriend, Jacob!" Jennifer shouted. She turned to
Derrick. "Derrick, be quiet, ok? Please?" she pleaded.
"You fucking prick." growled Jacob, and he gave Derrick a shove.
Derrick staggered backwards. Before Jennifer could react, Jacob had
latched a hand around her wrist. "Come on, Jennerfer." he said. "I said we
need to talk, now we're gonna talk, whether you want to or not." He
started to pull her from the floor, ignoring her struggling.
Then, a shout. "What's going on here!" a voice demanded. Mark's voice.
Jennifer gasped in relief. Always, always, he was there to save her.
Jacob glared at Mark. "Mind your own business, mother fucker!" he
growled.
Mark took in the situation at a glance, and he smiled. He actually
smiled. "I would prefer it if you called me 'master.'" he said casually.
Jacob glared at him. "I said, fuck off,...uh....master." Jacob's face
contorted with confusion.
"Good." nodded Mark with a grin. "I would also like it if you would
refer to yourself as 'this wretch.' I usually like things to be named as
they are. Don't you?" Mark's grin was easy and confident. "Now let the girl
go."
Jennifer felt Jacob's hand grow limp around her wrist. She quickly
pulled out of his reach, and retreated to stand by Mark. Jacob, along with
his two buddies, stared at Mark in drunken astonishment.
"Now, then. What seems to be the trouble? Perhaps we can work
things out."
"Uh." said Jacob. He looked confused. "Well, you see, thas my
girlfriend beside you, an' she wuz necking with some other guy, and...uh...
this wretch was just gonna take her outside and have a talk with her..."
Mark whirled to face Jennifer. "You have a boyfriend?" he asked.
She shook her head. "He's not my boyfriend! He just thinks he is. Tell
him to go home, would you, Mark? Tell him to go home and sleep it off."
Mark shook his head. He had a malevolent glint in his eye as he looked
back on Jacob and his two friends. "No, I don't think so. Let's try and work
things out. Where's the guy Jennifer was kissing?" Mark quickly spotted
Derrick. "Derrick! You can see and hear me now. Come over here."
Compelled by Mark's power, Derrick walked forward. He twitched
nervously, glancing at Jacob and his friends uneasily.
"This is the guy?" Mark looked at Jacob, and pointed at Derrick. Jacob
nodded.
"Mark, what are you doing? Please, just let this end." begged
Jennifer. She had thought Mark would stop things, but it appeared that he
was having too much fun manipulating the situation.
"Quiet, Jennifer." And Jennifer felt his power catching hold of her.
When she opened her mouth, her voice wouldn't work. She closed her
mouth again and waited.
"Now, then, Derrick. Let's hear your side of the story. What was
happening between you and Jennifer?"
"It wasn't me!" babbled Derrick. "I don't even know any Jennifer..."
Mark rolled his eyes. "I meant Marcie. Marcie is her nickname, her
real name is Jennifer." Mark flashed Jennifer a quick smile.
"Oh." said Derrick, also glancing at Jennifer. Then he started babbling
again. "I didn't know she had a boyfriend, otherwise I wouldn't have done
anything, honest! I swear I didn't know."
Mark shook his head critically. "What kind of a loser are you?" he
said, his voice edged in contempt. "Don't be a wimp! Stand up for the
woman. This is Jennifer! Don't you think she's worth fighting three guys
for, even guys as big as these three?"
Mark must have used his power, because Derrick's eyes became as
hard as steel. He pointed a finger level at Jacob. "Hey." he said, his voice
flat and dangerous. "You leave Jennifer alone."
Jacob grunted and lunged for Derrick, but Mark simply said "Freeze."
and Jacob froze where he was. "Let's take this outside." said Mark. "You
three, Derrick, and you, too, Jennifer. Follow me."
It was not a compulsion, at least not for Jennifer, but Mark must
have known she would follow anyway, just to see what he would do.
Jennifer strained against the bond he had put on her mind, but as hard as
she tried she could not speak. She mutely followed them out into the
parking lot. Mark walked them over to a secluded corner.
"Now then." said Mark. "I see only one solution here. You're going to
have to fight for Jennifer. It's the only way to decide things." Mark peeked
at Jennifer, smiling. She was trying to scream at him, but couldn't make
the noise.
"This wretch against him?" asked Jacob eagerly, sizing up Derrick
and apparently not finding much.
"I'll gladly fight him for Jennifer." declared Derrick fearlessly,
balling his hands into fists.
"No, not you against him." Mark answered Jacob. He waved at Jacob's
two friends. "All three of you against him." Jennifer's mouth fell open. She
prayed Mark wasn't serious; they would kill Derrick.
Derrick wilted slightly, then pulled himself together. "I'll gladly
fight all three of them for Jennifer." he swore.
"Let's go, then." said Jacob.
"Wait!" said Mark. He grinned. "One more thing to make this fair." He
turned to Jacob and his two friends. "You three. Every time Derrick
touches you, it will feel like he is burning you. Ok?" Jacob and his two
friends watched him in confusion; they did not understand. But that was
all right. They would soon enough. Mark nodded. "Very good. Let the games
begin!"
Jennifer was tugging hard on Mark's arm. "Urg!" she managed to croak.
"Don't worry, Jenny." Mark told her, grinning. "This'll be over soon
enough." He stood back to watch, and Jennifer, helpless and silent,
watched with him.
Jacob strolled over towards Derrick. Derrick lunged in with a clumsy
punch, and Jacob easily avoided it. He brought his fist up into Derrick's
gut. Derrick grunted as the air was forced from his lungs.
Jacob, on the other hand, screamed.
He pulled his hand away, and it was bright red, blisters forming on
its surface. He staggered back in shock. Jacob's two friends stared,
astonished.
Derrick recovered, and popped a blow toward one of the football
player's cheeks. It connected, and the football player staggered back,
clutching his cheek. Jennifer could see that it was also burnt, like Jacob's
hand. The third guy backhanded Derrick, and Derrick fell, his lip split and
bleeding. But the third guy's hand was also burnt.
Derrick was apparently smart enough to figure out what was going
on, because his next act wasn't to try another punch; instead he walked up
to the third guy and threw his arms around the guy's body. The guy
screamed, and struggled to free himself, finally breaking Derrick's grip.
Instead of retaliating, he stared wide-eyed at Derrick, then turned and
ran. Jacob and the second guy took in the situation, and followed their
comrade in beating a hasty retreat, Jacob clutching his swollen fist. Soon
all three were lost in the distance.
Derrick looked proudly at Jennifer. "I've won you." he declared, his lip
bleeding onto his shirt. Jennifer felt like crying, but she managed to keep
it in. Why me? she asked herself. Why always for me?
"No." Mark told Derrick. "Jennifer is mine. You will go back to your
bedroom and go to sleep. When you wake up, you will remember all of this
as a distant dream." And with that, Derrick's eyes blurred, and he turned
and staggered away.
And then it was just Mark and Jennifer, alone in the darkness. Mark
turned to her. A tear had succeeded in making its way down her cheek, and
Mark wiped it off with a finger.
"Don't cry, Jennifer." he sighed. He took her in his arms; she was
powerless to resist, and now the tears were spilling down her cheeks,
staining his shirt, as she cried soundlessly. "It's not you, it's me." Mark
whispered to her. "Sometimes I'm a twisted bastard. The power... well, it
makes it easy to hurt. Far easier to hurt than to help." He hugged her.
"Speak, Jennifer. I can't stand it when you're quiet."
And she could speak again. She could hear herself cry, hear herself
sobbing like a child. She suppressed her tears, pushing them away and
reducing them to sniffles and stained cheeks. "Why'd you do it?" she
whispered. "Why'd you make them fight?"
"I don't know." he said back. "I don't know. Jennifer..."
and pulled away
from her, staring down into her eyes. "Kiss me, Jennifer." But she could
only stare into his eyes, helplessly. She couldn't kiss him.
"Kiss me, Jennifer." he said again, and this time his power washed
over her mind. Compelled, she stretched up and pressed her lips to his.
After a couple seconds of contact, she pulled back again. Staring at him
wordlessly, waiting for his next order.
Mark sighed. It was a deep, lonely sound, like the howl of a wolf in
the distance. He pulled away from her, shaking his head. "Jennifer. Close
your eyes and count to twenty." he ordered.
It was his power again, and she closed her eyes, counting to twenty
as ordered.
And when she opened her eyes, she was all alone.
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