She nodded and sat in the saddle.

****

- I still feel guilty about what happened to you. - said Alan, when they slowly pedaled along the street. Maybe an invitation to breakfast, even a little save me from this feeling?
- Wonderful mate. I'll just take a shower. Will you meet in half an hour?
- No problem.

Half an hour later, Alan stood at the door of his house and watched as Chloe approached him down the street with an elastic spring-like gait. The boy barely had time to wash and change clothes. And now standing in the door was stunned by her appearance. She was almost the same height as him, not less than 175 centimeters, and at the same time she had a stunning body. It was noticeable before when she was wearing a tight cycling overalls, but now Chloe looked very destructive in blue jeans and a white blouse. Her long blond hair, which previously hid under a helmet, was now pulled at the back of the head into a taut horse tail. But most of all, the boy was struck by the eyes that had previously hid under the glasses of his sunglasses, big pale blue piercing ones.

Alan intercepted the girl near the path leading to his house. They got into his car and went to the center. We went to one of the popular cafes and enjoyed breakfast. Chloe had a good appetite, which was only improved thanks to the bike ride.

“Tell me about yourself,” he suggested.
- Oh, I'm just a resident of London, who decided to see how she lives in the colonies. I entered into a contract with the Andersons for 2 years, and after that I will go to your huge country and return to England to graduate from the university.
- How old are you?
- Oh, this question is not worthy of a gentleman. Ok, I'm 18. I just finished high school as the Yankees call it and came to the states last summer.
- Where were you before you started working for the Andersons?
- Oh, some small town in Pennsylvania. Sadness and boredom, I almost went crazy there. Thank God for the baby for whom I was there looking after my grandmother arrived and in the agency I was offered another place in your town. Enough about me, tell me about yourself.
- Nothing special. Finishing school. In the fall I will enter Columbia University. Oh, yes, he used to be called the University of the King, until we dropped the yoke of British oppression.

Chloe smiled, appreciating the hairpin. She said she was jealous of Alan. The girl was ready to lay the soul to the devil that would move to New York.

- Yeah ... just go to school and everything? Tell me more. I mean that it’s not every day that you meet a handsome, educated guy, and even deal with me on the highway without any problems. M-mm-yes ... Girl?
- Yes, I meet with one.
- Tell me.

Alan told her about Pauline. How they were friends for a long time afterwards, they broke up and didn’t meet for a year and how suddenly they got close again just recently.

“That's cute,” Chloe smiled. Romantic, but without snot.
- What about you?
- No, not now! I don't want to be disappointed again. I had a not very pleasant experience ... Are you sleeping with Pauline?

She decided to knock the boy out of the rut. He really mixed up, but he didn't even blush.

- Yes. With her and a few more, to be completely honest.
- Yah. You intrigued me. Come on, tell me.
“I literally deprived Pauline last week, and I also had sex with her older sister, whom I turned into a sex slave and finally have a close relationship with my English teacher from school, as well as with her housemate. And finally, they both now live and sleep together.

Chloe's eyes became huge like two lakes. She nearly choked on her coffee.When the girl put the cup on the table, her hand visibly trembled.

- What did you just say?
- What you heard is not a glitch. I really said it all.
- How? How? How did you manage all this? I mean that such stories are usually told to friends, and they are 80 percent fiction. But you don't seem to be lying. This is just incredible. An ordinary person is hardly capable of such a thing only if you are a “succubus”, which in one kind evokes desire and drives women crazy.
- The explanation is very simple. I can control other people's minds.
- But this is frank crap.
- Want to demonstrate?
- I do not think!
- Look at that waitress. I'll make her drop the plates now.

Chloe turned around. At that moment, the girl in a uniform apron who carried two plates with the order stumbled and dropped them on the floor.

- It proves nothing.
“So what kind of evidence will convince you?”
- Try your tricks on me. Once, when I was a little mother, she took me with her to a hypnotist presentation. He tried to immerse me in a trance, but nothing came of it. I have a very high threshold for suggestibility.

Alan looked briefly at the girl.

Unbutton your blouse and show me your chest - he ordered mentally.

- Well, come on Grand Master, try it! - defiantly smiled Chloe unbuttoning buttons on her blouse.

She opened it showing off white openwork bra with a front closure. Light-coated nails unzipped her. The fabric was distributed to the sides exposing her pointed not large breasts with small cherry nipples.

- Bad attempt to friend - the girl continued to speak, removing her hands so that Alan could be better seen. That hypnotist tried to introduce me with the help of a watch on a chain, you don’t even look at me. Ha.

Alan eloquently looked down at her breasts. Chloe paused and lowered her eyes.

- Oh my God! How did you do this? She screamed, turning pale.

The girl frantically took off her blouse and hunched over the table looking around whether anyone had noticed her.

- I told you. This is not hypnosis. I can control the mind.

Chloe suppressed silent. The waitress went to their table and brought the bill. Alan paid it. The girl put herself in order, and they drank their coffee in silence. When he asked if she was ready to go, the girl slowly rose from the table.

“Thanks for the breakfast,” she said, looking as the boy left a tip on the saucer.

Chloe still looked stunned and a little pale. She allowed him to drive herself to the car and seat him in the passenger seat. But when Alan sat in the driver's seat and started the engine, the girl put her hand on his shoulder and said.

- Wait!

He silently waited for her to say. The pause dragged on. Finally, the girl gathered spirit.

- I have a million questions.
- I don’t know if I can answer everything, but I’m ready to try.
- How did you become the owner of this?

Alan told the girl a very short version of how he received the "gift"

- Interesting. Sounds crazy, but very exciting. Why do you risk telling me all this? Are you not afraid that I will tell about you to someone else, go to the newsmen? What are you up to?
- No risk. I have already put a block in your mind; you cannot talk about my “gift” with anyone except me.

Fear flashed in the girl's eyes.

“Now ... are you going to make me make love to you?”
- Not. What for? Or do you want me to do it?

She laughed shortly.

“To tell you the truth, I was going to take care of you myself.”

Came through Alan laugh.

He started the car and drove to the house.

****

- And now what?

They stood in the spacious living room of the Anderson home. Chloe was barefoot and Alan involuntarily admired the girl's graceful little feet. She practically did not speak all the way from the cafe. It seems the girl was still in a kind of confusion and confusion.

- What do you want?
- I do not know. Do you control me now?
- Of course not. I intervened once by putting a block on your stories about me to others and that's all. Why do you ... Read more →