Controlling Jennifer á Author: Reinker, D. S

Controlling Jennifer XI: Forget-Me-Not

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry." began Jacob. Jennifer sat on her bed,
listening to him. His words sounded like he had practiced them over and over
again, but Jennifer only half listened to him. She had heard the important
part anyway, the 'I'm sorry' part. The rest was just filler, padding for the
first sentence. Instead, Jennifer studied his face. He looked different from
before, less intense and more tired, like he had gone through some sort of
emotional upheaval and was now coming out of it.

"I'm sorry I came on so strongly, and pressured you so much. You were...
well, to put it bluntly, that one day, making love to you was the most
incredible experience I've ever had. I guess you could say it made me a
little..." he hesitated. "...obsessed...with you."

Jennifer's voice was a little distant, as she remembered how he had looked
that day in the hallway, when he had asked her about...hmm, well, he had
asked her how he had burned his hand. "You've been acting so...different."
she said to him. Come to think of it, how HAD he burned his hand? Jennifer
fought off the temptation to pursue this tangent in her mind; she had
recently come to the realization that she, too, had been acting very
different the past month, and now she was trying to get a grasp of all she
had done.

Jacob hung his head. "I know." he said quietly. "Like I said, I've been kind
of obsessed with you. I hope I didn't scare you too much...if it means
anything at all, lately, I've been kind of scaring myself lately. All I can
say is I'm sorry, Jenn...I'm trying to get more in control of my life now."
He looked up at her, and she saw something in his eyes, a glimmer of hunger
as he looked at her. "You have to understand..." he breathed. "...that day
was incredible. YOU were incredible. I've never had sex like that before...
it was unreal."

Jennifer bit her lip uneasily. It was her own fault, for acting that
way...why had she done that in the first place, anyway? She had acted so
crazy that first day, throwing herself at any man she saw. Throwing herself
at Jacob. It was the beginning of everything, the start of the month of
madness. Jennifer shook her head. "I have to apologize, too, Jacob. I've
been acting really weird this month, too...well, since that same day. To be
honest, I don't think I would've slept with you if I had really been
myself." She turned away to look out the window, her next words inaudible
except to herself. "I really don't know what's come over me."

When she looked back at Jacob, she was amazed. He had a fervent, strained
expression on his face, and it looked like it was taking all his willpower
to keep from sweeping her up in his arms right then and there. He took a
step forwards unconsciously, then noticed and forced himself two steps back.
"Don't say that, Jennifer...you don't need to apologize for anything.
Especially not what happened that day. I..uh...I gotta get going...can we be
friends again? JUST friends?" He gave her a slight, almost melancholy smile.

Jennifer thought about offering him a hug...but she still didn't trust that
look in his eyes, and worried a hug might lead to more. "All right.
Friends." she said. She tried to smile but wasn't able to.

Jacob looked at her uncertainly, then grinned again. "Good. See you later,
Jennifer." He walked out the door.

"Bye." said Jennifer, and watched him leave. Her eyes drifted to his arm as
he entered the hallway and disappeared from her sight. The bandage was gone
now, and the burn was pretty much healed up...how had he received it,
anyways? She would have sworn she was there, and that she had seen it
happen...but she couldn't remember exactly when, or how. It had happened on
friday, she knew that for sure, because he had burned it after he had broken
in on her with Derrick. When Derrick had led them out to the parking lot for
the fight. Or...was it Derrick? Or...someone else? Jennifer felt a familiar
sensation, like something or someone was dancing at the edge of her memory,
fluttering just barely out of reach, a moth bumping against the dim light of
her mind. But, as usual, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pinpoint
it, and soon it all faded. It had the feeling of a dream, disappearing
quickly out of her consciousness until she had no grasp of it left.

She slammed her fist down into her pillow, taking her frustrations out
against its softness. She was sure that this elusive memory was the key to
her recent madness; she didn't know how she knew, but she knew. If only she
could remember.

The next day, Jennifer found herself staring at a tree. She was in the park
with Darlene, walking to the track, when she saw the tree, and abruptly she
found herself completely focused on it. That tree. She knew that tree. She
had been sitting under that tree...sometime recently...with someone. Not
Francisco, not Darlene, someone else. Someone in a strange mood, a
non-talking mood, and she was sitting beside him, waiting for him to speak.
She could remember it faintly...maybe a dream? It was hard to say. It seemed
like a dream, but she couldn't be sure.

"Earth to Jennifer." Darlene's voice sounded right by her ear. Jennifer was
startled out of her trance, and turned to look at her roommate. Darlene was
grinning at her. "What's with you? See a ghost?"

Jennifer once again focused on the tree. "That tree." she murmured. "I know
it from somewhere. I can remember sitting under it...with...someone. It's
weird. It's like I'm remembering something that didn't happen."

"Like deja vu?" asked Darlene. She followed Jennifer's eyes to the tree.
"Maybe where you met Francisco? Didn't you say you guys met in the park?"

Jennifer shook her head. "No, that was somewhere else. Over in that woodsy
area over there." She started to nod slowly. "But I think it was the same
day. I was with someone else. Or...maybe not?" Now, when she thought about
it, it seemed like it was all her imagination. Hadn't she been sitting there
alone? And she had seen a bunch of boys throwing rocks at a squirrel...yes,
when she thought about it, she had done it all by herself. All alone.
Yet...that didn't seem exactly right.

"Want to take a closer look?" asked Darlene. She grinned. "Anything to delay
jogging." Darlene had started to jog somewhat regularly with Jennifer,
although she usually quit after two or three laps, and sat in the shade
while Jennifer finished the rest of the running. Jennifer didn't really
mind; it was fun running with another person, even if Darlene was slower and
got tired faster.

"Okay." said Jennifer. They walked over to the tree. Jennifer looked at the
area at its trunk. She knew where she had been sitting, at a space between
two roots. Now, she looked at the space beside it, and it really felt like
someone else had been sitting there at the same time she had. Her mind
flickered to an image of hands, hands shredding a leaf into fragments. Or
was that a dream? She had been there alone, she was sure of that. She would
have certainly remembered if it was otherwise.

Jennifer shook her head. "I think it's just my imagination." she said. "My
mind is playing tricks on me. Let's go to the track, okay?" Darlene
shrugged, and they walked back to the sidewalk and continued to the track.

That night, Jennifer had a dream. She was in her dorm, walking to the
bathroom to take a shower, wearing her white cotton robe. But when she
entered the bathroom, the walls on the left side of the bathroom were gone,
and instead the room extended into another room, a dark study with high
shelves of books covering each wall. The study had one chair, a large swivel
chair turned backwards so that she could just barely see the head of the
person sitting in the chair. He had dark hair, and Jennifer felt a touch of
fear. But when she turned to leave, the door was gone.

The chair squeaked as it swiveled slowly around, and she could see the man
sitting there. He looked about the same age as her, with straight dark hair,
and a darkness to his features that made him look slightly Italian. His eyes
caught hers and held them; she realized that he didn't have any pupils, only
blank white where they should have been. But she could tell where he was
looking, and she realized he was tracing her body with his eyes. He grinned,
a familiar grin.

"Hello, Miss Cailly." His voice was familiar too.

Of course it is, she abruptly realized. It's Mark. How could she NOT
recognize him? "Mark." she whispered.

"Did you want to see me again?" he grinned. "Why don't you take off your
robe? I want to see your lovely naked body."

Jennifer performed his actions without hesitation, untying the belt and
letting the cloth slip off her shoulders to the floor. She could see his
empty sockets wandering over her bare breasts, tracing her soft skin down to
her triangle of dark pubic hair, then moving down each of her long legs, one
at a time. "Beautiful." he grinned. His voice was darker, less human.
"Beautiful."

Jennifer found that she wasn't embarrassed by his frank appraisal. If
anything, she wanted him to do more. She wanted him to pull her onto a bed
and spread her legs open. She wanted to feel him inside her, feel him
thrusting deep within her and making wild, passionate, uncontrolled sex with
her.

And then she realized the den had become a bedroom, and a canopy bed covered
in silk waited to the side. Mark stood and held out his hand. "Come to me,
Miss Cailly." he said. His voice was overpowering, and her body trembled to
obey.

But a question suddenly surfaced in her mind, and it stopped the lust that
threatened to burst from her body. She peered at him. "Mark." she asked.
"Mark, why did you leave me on Saturday?"

He walked forward in three easy strides, and enveloped her naked body in his
arms. His hands slipped down to squeeze her buttocks, and push her crotch
against his. She could feel his erection pressing against her pelvis,
straining against his clothes. "Hush." he whispered into her ear. "Did I say
you could speak? Come with me, Jennifer. Come to bed."

But the passion was ebbing inside her, leaving her cold and empty. All she
could think of was that question. "Why did you leave me? Please, Mark.
Please tell me why." she whispered as she latched her arms around him and
fell into his embrace. Just like on Saturday, she thought. It was all coming
back to her. Mark. That's what she had been trying to remember. How could
she have forgotten him?

But he released her and shrugged her off. His face was disgusted, and she
was still disquieted by his empty eye sockets. "You're a bad slave." he
said. "I'm willing to please you, more than you deserve, and you won't
please me back. You disgust me." He wandered back to his chair. "I'm willing
to give you what your body wants. You should thank me for that. Instead, you
turn me away. You don't deserve a master such as I, Jennifer Anne Cailly."
He sat down in the chair, grinning once again.

"Please, Mark." she said, taking a hesitant step forward. "It's more than
that, can't you see? More than just sex." He only grinned, as if the smile
was frozen on his face, and his chair slowly started to turn.

"Mark!" she cried. She started to walk towards him, her pace becoming faster
as his chair continued to turn. "Don't go! Just answer me...tell me why you
had to leave me!" And Jennifer rushed towards the chair.

But when she got there, the chair had turned all the way around, and Mark
was gone.

That was when she woke up. It was still dark, and her panties were slick and
wet with fluids. Darlene's slow breathing came from the next bed. Jennifer
checked the clock. It was 3:35, she still had a couple hours left to sleep.

For a while, she laid in the dark, staring at the ceiling and thinking of
her dream. Mark. She had seemed to recognize him in the dream, but now she
couldn't remember where from. Mark. Maybe she had made it all up; that
sometimes happened in dreams, she would recall memories that were all part
of the dream. That seemed likely in this case.

But the name kept repeating in her head. Mark. Mark. She knew it somewhere.
It felt right. She didn't know where it came from, but it felt important.

Write it down, a voice said in her mind. In her sleep dimmed memory, she
could remember someone had written a poem in a dream, but only wrote down
the first few lines, and afterwards couldn't remember the rest. She felt the
same way. If she didn't write down the name, she would surely forget it.
Jennifer searched the top of her desk in the dark until her hand encountered
a pencil. Then she found a piece of scratch paper, and scrawled: Mark.

She nodded, pleased with herself. Yes, that name somehow felt important. Her
mind drifted back to sleep, and this time, she didn't have any dreams.

Ann walked up after another boring Chinese Culture class. "Are you eating
lunch, Jennifer?"

Jennifer hadn't paid any attention to the lecture; instead, she had filled
up the blank page in her notebook with that name. The name Mark. She felt
like the man in Close Encounters of the Third Kind, the one who had spent
the first half of the movie building replicas of a hill with a flat top.
Like him, she knew the name Mark was somehow significant, but couldn't
figure out how.

She looked up at Ann. "Huh? Oh...actually, no. Sorry, Ann. Francisco said he
would take me out for lunch."

"Oh. Ok, that's all right. Have a good time."

"Bye!" said Jennifer. Ann walked out as Jennifer gathered her things.

She met Francisco by her mailbox. "Hi, Jenn!" he said cheerfully. "You ready
to go?" She smiled and nodded, and together they walked across the street to
Joanne's Coffee Shop, which was a restaurant near the campus often
frequented by students. The place was fairly crowded, as usual during the
lunch rush. Fortunately, Jennifer and Francisco didn't have to wait too long
before they were seated.

"So how was your day?" he asked as they waited for the waitress to notice
them.

Jennifer sighed. "Kind of weird. For some reason, I have this name running
through my head. I keep trying to place it....it sounds so familiar... but I
can't get it."

"So what's the name? Maybe I know."

Jennifer doubted it, but she told him anyway. "Mark."

"Mm. Mark what?"

"Just Mark. I can't remember a last name."

Francisco grinned. "Just Mark? There's lots of Mark's, Jennifer."

She sighed again. "I know. But it feels like a Mark I should know." She
considered telling him about her dream the night before, but abandoned the
idea. It was too personal.

"Hmm. Should I be jealous?" Francisco joked. But, even though she knew he
meant it in fun, it struck a chord in her. That had something to do with
Mark. It seemed like Francisco SHOULD be jealous of Mark...for some reason.
Jennifer went quickly through the names of all her previous boyfriends, all
the guys she had dated, all the men she had had sex with. But none of them
were named Mark.

Her consideration did not go unnoticed by Francisco. "Hey! What's with that
look on your face? Is Mark a competitor?"

She smiled. "No, no. I was just going through the names of men I've dated,
to see if any were named Mark."

"None were?"

She fought to keep from pausing again. This also struck a chord in her. She
KNEW she had never dated anyone named Mark...but...it seemed like she had.
"No, none were."

"Well..." he said cheerfully. "I'm sure you'll figure it out." Then he
started telling a story, about something that had happened in his Chemistry
class. Jennifer only half listened, her mind wandering. Mark. Who was Mark?

The waitress came and took their orders. Jennifer ordered a chicken salad,
and Francisco had a burger. They started to talk again. And then, while
Francisco was talking, Jennifer looked over his shoulder, and she saw him.

It was the man from her dream. It was Mark. And he was staring right at her.

Jennifer went pale, her eyes linked with the strangers. She could see he was
sitting at the counter, drinking a coke, staring at her. He didn't look away
when she met his gaze, but continued to stare at her, his eyes tracing a
line into hers as if doomed to do so eternally. He had a pained expression,
as if he would have rather returned to his coke and oblivion, but could not
wrench his eyes from her face. Jennifer felt a weird loneliness go through
her as she watched him. Even though she was with Francisco, she felt lonely.

Francisco couldn't help but notice her attention had shifted. "What is it,
Jen?" he asked, turning to follow her gaze. Jennifer could see Mark's eyes
shift to Francisco's face, then returned to regard Jennifer for a moment,
before returning to his coke.

Francisco turned back. "What's wrong? You know that guy?" he asked.

Jennifer could only shake her head weakly. "No. I'll be right back." She
stood on wobbly legs, and walked over to Mark, not knowing what to expect.
Maybe she was crazy. But somehow, she had to know who he was.

Mark stared down into his soda, waiting as she approached. She stood next to
him uncertainly. "Hi." she started. "Um...do I know you?"

He didn't look up. "Jennifer." she heard him say.

He knew her name. How did he know her name? She couldn't remember him. Yet,
she could. Her mind struggled to come to grips with what was reality in her
mind, and what was not. Finally, she asked, quietly, "Mark?"

He looked up at her. His eyes were creased in amazed disbelief. She watched
him, uncertainly, waiting for him to speak. Finally, he did, and as he
spoke, she felt something reach into her mind and clean away the darkness.
"Jennifer. Remember." he said. And suddenly, it all came back to her,
flooding into her mind. All the memories of the past month. Memories of
Mark. She knew him. He was Mark Robert Antonio.

"Mark." It all came flooding back. Meeting him in the park. Going with him
to La Rochelles. Meeting him at the dance. Talking to him in the park.
Obeying him. Hating him. Fearing him. Kissing him. It all rushed into her
mind in a torrent of images. "Mark. Of course. Mark."

"You remember." he said.

"Mark..." she said again. She gasped as her memory finally caught up. "It
was you! You made me forget everything! Mark...why...?" She could remember
her shock, just before his words had erased her memory, when she had
realized what he was going to do.

"I couldn't stand it anymore...I couldn't stand that look you had." he said.
But he was talking to himself. His voice was low and strained. "I couldn't
stand you not knowing who I was."

"Mark. How could you?" she felt betrayed. Hurt and betrayed.

He looked at her. "Jennifer...I had to. I have to do it again. It's better
for you if you don't remember anything. You can go back to the way things
were." He shook his head, his eyes squeezing tightly together. "I just
couldn't take you not knowing who I was."

"Don't you dare!" she said, her voice louder than she intended. Almost a
shriek. She caught herself, and spoke again, slower and carefully
controlled. "Mark...please." Now her voice was pleading, but she couldn't
control that. "Please...you can't...don't put me through that again. I
thought I was going mad." The words started to rush out now. "Mark...why did
you leave me? Why are you doing this to me? What's did I do to you? How
could you put me through all this? What's wrong with you? Tell me,
Mark...what happened?" She finally managed to stop the flow of words and
emotion pouring from her mouth.

Mark looked like every question had pounded against him, tearing him down
worse than any insults ever could. "Jennifer...please...I had to...I have to
again...it's better..."

Jennifer sat down next to him, feeling her legs go weak under her.
"Mark....Mark, don't do it again. Please. If I mean anything to you at
all...don't make me forget again." Her mind was swirling in emotions, and it
was all making her dizzy. She didn't know whether to hit Mark or hug him.
Her mind jumped from memory to memory, reliving her experience with Mark
backwards, forwards and sideways. She felt completely torn up inside.

Mark, too, looked uncertain, and Jennifer could feel the emotions battling
on his face, too. Finally he whispered "I have to...it's better if I do..."

"Better for who?" she whispered quietly, feeling like her soul was drowning
in a sea of anguish. He would do it again, he would make her forget. She
tried to tell herself that she wouldn't forget this time, but she knew his
power would sweep her away like before. It was all bitterly inevitable.

"I have to...but I can't, Jennifer. I can't." And he reached out for her.
That tipped the scales in herself, and before she was even aware of it, she
was in his arms again. Letting herself feel safe and comforted in his grip.
Clinging to each other, saying nothing. She could feel him shaking. That's
all right, I think I am, too, she thought.

Some colder, logical part of her mind told her that Francisco was getting up
and leaving. It informed her that she was letting the possibility of a safe,
happy relationship drift away, while clinging on to what was most likely the
most screwed-up relationship she could ever have.

Que sera, sera, she thought as she pressed her cheek onto Mark's shoulder
and felt him hold her tightly.

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Controlling Jennifer XII: Love of God

I think I'm in love with Mark, Jennifer thought to herself. It was bizarre,
it was strange, it was completely wrong, but she thought it was the truth.
She was in love with a man who could control her with just a few words. Who
could control ANYONE with just a few words.

And the weird thing was, she thought he was probably in love with her, too.

Jennifer looked at Mark's profile as he drove. She couldn't imagine having
that kind of power at her command. It would mean never having to worry about
anything ever again. Money would mean nothing; you could have anything you
wanted. Power wouldn't mean anything, either. With Mark's controlling, he
had total power, over everything. He never had to put up with rude people,
or police, or bureaucracy, or anything ordinary people had to put up with.

What if he WAS in love with her? What did that mean?

"Mark..." she said. "Can I ask you a favor?"

"What?"

"Can I have this car?" It wasn't the white one she had been in before, it
was a new one, a black convertible. Very classy.

Mark shrugged. "Okay." he said. "I can always just get a new one." And just
like that, she had a car. Jennifer was amazed. It was so easy.

"Wow." she said.

"What?"

"I'm just trying to imagine what it's like to have your power."

Mark shrugged as he made a left turn. "Well, it makes things easier." he
replied.

That was an understatement, she thought. It not only made things easier, it
made things other people spent years worrying about ridiculously simple.
Getting a car became just a matter of a few words.The more she thought about
what she could do with such a power, the more the whole thing excited her.
Money was nothing to Mark, and if she was dating him, it would be nothing to
her, too. If she saw something she wanted, all she had to do was ask for it
and it would be hers. Anything.

They were going to a nearby mall now; it was more or less their first real
date. Actually, Jennifer had just wanted to find a place to talk; she would
have been willing to go anywhere. But Mark insisted that they head to the
mall, to a small restaurant he liked to go to, where he said it was quiet
and pleasant and a good place to talk. He said he would answer whatever she
asked there. Jennifer thought maybe this was a place he wanted to show her,
like maybe his special place to go or something.

Or maybe he wanted to show her his new car. Correction: HER new car.
Jennifer ran her hand over the white leather armrest. She could hardly
believe it. "Wow."

"You keep saying that. What is it?"

"I can't believe you just gave me a car." Not just a car, she thought, an
EXPENSIVE car.

She could feel Mark's grin at her back. "A car is nothing." he said. "I
could give you a dozen cars."

"That's all right." she said. "I only need one." Jennifer could imagine
waking up in the morning, to find Mark outside with a whole parking lot full
of new cars. It was just the kind of show- off thing he would do, too. The
question was, would she be impressed?

Well, yeah, of course she would. Just like if he showed up with ten diamond
rings, one for each finger. Jennifer let her thoughts drift lazily in that
direction, wondering what Darlene's reaction would be if Jennifer showed her
ten brand new diamond rings. Or if a limo pulled up beside them, and it was
Mark come to whisk her away on a surprise weekend to Tahiti.

And what about school? Sure, she had told Mark to keep his power out of her
grades, but then, the pressure was always high, and wouldn't it be nice to
be able to call on Mark every so often, to make things a little easier on
her? Like, get him to postpone a test or something. That wasn't really
abusing his power was it? She would still have to take the test, just
later...so it wasn't REALLY cheating. Just relieving the pressure of
college. That wasn't so bad, was it?

"You're kind of quiet." Mark said. "Anything wrong?"

"No, everything's fine." she smiled at him. "Just thinking about things."
She paused. "Mark, do you use your powers to make things easier for you?
Like with college? Do you have your teachers give you straight A's?"

She was surprised when Mark shook his head. "I used to at first." he
admitted. "But after a while I realized that grades were more or less
meaningless anyway, for me, except as ways to judge what I've learned. I
mean, I transferred here by using my power on the admissions committee. I
don't think they ever even looked at my grades." He paused as they turned
right. "I'm really here to learn, not to get good grades."

She shook her head. "I just can't imagine it." she said.

"Imagine what?"

"Having things so easy." she said. "I don't understand why you're even at
college. You have everything you want now, don't you?"

He gave her a half-smile. "Not everything." he said. "I thought about it,
and I decided that it would be better if it looked like I made my money
legitimately. If I just try and take everything with my power, down the line
SOMEONE is going to get suspicious." His smile became a little tight. "And
that's one of the things I worry about, that someday a bunch of scientists
are going to catch me and dissect me to see how my power works."

"Oh." said Jennifer. She hadn't thought of that; of course scientists would
be interested in him. Most likely the government, too. A person with a power
like Mark's would be a powerful tool in their hands. Or else they would kill
him, because his power also made him dangerous to them. Jennifer shivered.
She wondered again, whether she wanted to enter into Mark's world. It was a
lot more complex than hers had been.

Then again, she didn't know if she could leave his world. She didn't really
want to. Mark reminded her of the main guy in a movie she had seen about
gang members. He was like two people. One was the powerless Mark, the Mark
who didn't know how to deal with people, the one she could easily manipulate
with a tear and a frown, if she wanted to. The other one was the powerful
Mark, the controller, master of everything. Master of her, if he wanted.
Which one did she love? Both, she admitted to herself. She certainly
wouldn't love the powerful Mark without the other one, he would be a
monster. The monster she had first taken him to be. And, when she thought
about it, she probably wouldn't have fallen in love with the powerless Mark
either. She found the whole power thing...intriguing.

The whole thing blew her away, how she had hated Mark, and now she thought
she loved him. Occasionally, she wondered if he had used his power, someway,
to make her love him. But she always abandoned that idea. For one, the
emotional roller coaster she had been going through was too genuine to be a
result of his power. For another...well, she just didn't think he would do
that. He could've done it from the beginning, if that was what he wanted.

"Mark?"

"Yeah?"

"From the beginning, what did you want from me? And what do you want now?"

He concentrated on his driving. "I really didn't know, in the beginning." he
admitted. "I 'captured' you before I really thought about what I was going
to do with you. I guess I thought I would use you to...um...sort of indulge
my fantasies....but, well, it hasn't really turned out that way."

She watched as they turned in to the mall parking lot. "You know, it's hard
for me to forgive that." she remarked. It was true, she liked to forget his
original intentions for her, it made it easier to forget the past. The more
she remembered the first couple times she had seen him, the more she felt
like she should just tell him to go away. She should...but didn't want to.
"I mean, what you did to me in the beginning."

Mark sighed. "Yeah. But actually, that's not really the truth either, I
mean, what I said before. I wanted more from you than just someone to
indulge my fantasies with. Look, wait until we get to the restaurant, all
right? We can talk there."

Jennifer didn't answer, she quickly lost herself in thought. She thought
about the second time, with the limo and the fancy french restaurant. It
would have been a really impressive first date, if it had been a date and if
she had had a choice whether to go or not. He didn't have to go through all
that glitz, not if she was just something to indulge his fantasies.

Mark parked, and they walked in silence into the mall. The place was fairly
crowded, but not overly so, and Jennifer followed Mark down the plastic
walkways towards the restaurant. Finally, they reached the entrance to a
dimly lit dining area. A sign in front read "Mark's Cafe." Jennifer looked
at him curiously, and he shrugged.

"My place." he said.

A pretty young lady inside happily greeted Mark, and led them to what she
said was "Mark's table." It was a small isolated area in the corner, and was
bordered on two sides by a thriving green garden that provided an artificial
out-doorsy atmosphere. The chairs were extra plush and soft, and Jennifer
settled comfortably across from Mark. Once again, she fought off being
impressed. Mark could surely do a thousand times better if he really wanted
to; she had no reason, really, to be impressed. But, she was. Just a little.

After ordering two large orange juices (Mark said the orange juice was
especially good) he turned to her. "All right." he said. "Let's talk."

When it finally began, Jennifer wasn't really sure how to get it started.
She finally settled on an old question. "Why did you leave that Saturday?"
she asked.

Mark picked up his knife, and started poking his napkin glumly. "I don't
know. I watched for awhile, and then...well, I don't know. It seemed like
you were more with him than with me, anymore, so I kind of thought I would
leave you two alone. It just seemed like you had forgotten about the game,
you having too much fun with him. And then I kind of thought, about what you
were...um...what I was turning you into. Or what you were becoming. I
suppose I got attacked by a heavy dose of self-doubt, finally I just left."

Jennifer waited to see if he was finished, then spoke quietly. "I came
looking for you afterwards. I looked all over, but you were gone. I hadn't
forgotten you." Well, that wasn't entirely true. She hadn't forgotten him,
but she hadn't been exactly thinking about him, either. "I guess you were my
excuse, Mark. If you wanted me to do something, I could do it, and enjoy it,
and then just say I did it because of you. I guess it let me act like a
slut."

"You're not a slut, Jennifer." Mark said. She was surprised by the intense
tenderness in his voice. "Just because you enjoy sex doesn't make you a
slut, it just makes you a human."

Jennifer sighed and touched his hand. It was sweet to say, but he didn't
understand. "Thanks, Mark. But I AM a slut. After that saturday, I had sex
with Francisco...he was the guy in the park. I didn't really enjoy it, I did
it because I felt I had to. I kind of felt like he saw me as a slut, and I
had to act that way. No, I can't continue the way I've been going with you.
I'm changing too much."

Mark was quiet for a moment. Finally, he spoke. "So, how are things going to
go between us now? No more games of controlling Jennifer?"

"Mark, do you love me?" Jennifer asked.

Perhaps she meant to catch him off-guard, to base his emotions on his
reaction. Whatever, it was the next question she most often asked herself,
and she wanted to know the answer. She certainly got the surprise she had
expected; Mark was momentarily struck dumb. She was afraid he would refuse
to answer, and when he stopped to consider, she was afraid he didn't know.

Finally he spoke. "Whatever I say..." he said slowly "I can always make you
forget it later."

Jennifer just nodded, waiting.

Mark was silent for a moment longer, and then nodded slightly. "Yes,
Jennifer. I think I do. I think I love you."

Jennifer didn't know what she had expected, but when he answered yes, it
took her completely by surprise. She didn't know how to react. But it seemed
she didn't have to worry about that, a smile crept onto her face, and she
said, "You do?"

"Yes, I do." he said, eyeing her with trepidation.

Jennifer leaned back, letting the smile blossom on her face. Wow, she
thought to herself. He actually does love me. Even more, he admits it. She
wondered what this was the start of. Whatever it was, she felt very, very
good.

"Well?" demanded Mark after a moment.

"What?" she asked. She looked at him with glimmering eyes; he looked
different now that she knew he loved her. More gentle, less threatening.

"Well, do you love me?"

Jennifer let a moment slip by, pretending to consider, not because she
really had any doubts as to what the answer was, but just to make it look
like she was still a little uncertain. A game of controlling Mark. "Yeah. As
crazy as it seems, I think I might love you, too."

"That is crazy." he said. But he didn't look unhappy. He looked like he
wanted to hug her, and finally he did.

"I know it's crazy." Jennifer whispered. "After all you've put me
through..." She felt his hold tighten.

"You enjoyed some of it, Jennifer, I know you did." he said. His hand
tickled the hair at the back of her neck.

"Some of it." she answered. She didn't know how long they would hold each
other; Mark showed no signs of releasing her, and she didn't particularly
want to be the one to break the contact. She liked the way Mark held her; he
held her like he needed her.

Finally, they split apart slightly. Jennifer felt a foolish smile drift onto
her face despite all efforts to keep it away. Their faces stood close to
each other. Mark wasn't looking at her eyes, but down at her lips. She
thought it was funny, now that he had the chance to kiss her freely, that he
acted so nervous about it. When he finally did bring his lips to hers and
start to kiss her, it was a trembling, uncertain kiss. A kiss from the other
Mark, the vulnerable powerless Mark, perhaps. Jennifer let it last like the
hug, keeping her lips gently against his, until he pulled away from her.

Impulsively, she hugged him again. "Wow." she said. "I've always wanted to
have you kiss me like that, without your power or anything."

Just then, the lady appeared with two glasses of orange juice. Jennifer
accepted hers, and the lady took their order. Mark suggested the hamburgers;
he said they were good, so Jennifer ordered one.

The lady walked away, saying it would be as fast as possible. Mark told her
to take her time, they were in no hurry. He turned back to Jennifer. "It's
different." he said. "Without the power, I mean."

"How?" she asked.

"Just different. More mechanical. Your lips kiss me, but you yourself don't.
Kind of like that."

"Really?" It seemed to make sense. "Is that why you seemed disappointed,
when I kissed you after the dance?"

He nodded. "Yeah, that was why. Well, that was part of the reason, anyway."
He didn't go on, and she didn't press the point.

"Hmm..." she smiled. "So is sex the same way?"

"Huh?"

"Sex. Is it mechanical when you use your power? Would my body make love to
you, but I wouldn't?"

He shrugged. "It's a very slight distinction." he said. "But yes, it's the
same way."

This brought another nagging question into her mind. "Have you used your
power on a lot of women? To make them have sex with you, or whatever?"

"Do you really want to know?" he asked.

Jennifer thought a moment. "No." she finally admitted. "No, I don't think I
want to know." Not now, anyhow, she thought to herself. Not while things
seemed to be going well. Eventually, she would probably have to come to
grips with Mark and how he used his power. But not yet.

Then, Jennifer started wondering what it would be like. She didn't think she
would notice the distinction between sex by control and actual sex. What if
she noticed a guy that was particularly attractive to her? Would it be wrong
to have Mark 'suggest' to him that he be attracted to Jennifer, too?

Yes, it would be! she answered herself. It would be exactly like what Mark
had done to her when he had first used his power on her. She forced the
thought out of her mind. It was tempting, yes...but it was wrong.

"What are you thinking about?" Mark asked. Jennifer's mind raced for a
moment, trying to decide whether to tell him or not. Finally, she decided,
why not? If thus far was any indication, their relationship was going to be
pretty interesting sexually anyhow.

"I was thinking about sex." she said. "About whether it would be wrong for
you to 'talk' a guy into being physically attracted to me."

"If you wanted, I could have an entire military regiment have nothing more
on their minds but pleasing you sexually, Jennifer." That thought, and the
way he said it, so matter-of-factly, put a rush through her. She squeezed
her legs together, rubbing her inner thighs against each other.

"No." she said. "I decided it WOULD be wrong. I don't want you to do that."

"It's not as wrong as you think, Jennifer. You can make it worth their while
most times. With my power, I can make sex ten times better for the person
I'm screwing. Believe me, sex is very satisfying for these people; they
never leave unhappy."

Jennifer shook her head. "It's still wrong." she insisted. "They don't have
a choice in the matter."

Mark just shrugged. "So?" he asked. "Is it wrong to make someone happy
against their will? Sure, I might have fun with it, too, but that doesn't
make it wrong."

Jennifer was about to reply, when the lady came by with their hamburgers.
"Here you go." she smiled as she sat the food down. "That'll be on the
house, of course."

"Fine, Terry." Mark smiled back. "How's work going?"

"It's all right. It's always kind of empty this time of day." Terry had long
brown hair in a braid, and pretty brown eyes with long eyelashes. She was
dressed like a typical waitress, in a pink uniform that reminded Jennifer of
the outfit the waitresses wore on the show 'Alice.' It was fairly tight on
Terry, though, and showed off her curves. Jennifer wondered whether it was
just coincidence that such an pretty lady would know Mark by name, or
whether it was something more.

She didn't have to wonder long. Mark spoke. "Well, would you like to take a
break?" he asked. And at those words, a distant smile slipped onto Terry's
face, and she started to unbutton her uniform.

Jennifer turned to stare at Mark. "A mental suggestion I planted in her
mind." He explained. "Whenever I ask that, it makes her want to have sex."

Jennifer was about to protest, but Terry spoke up. "Yeah." she said, her
breathing coming quick, and her voice content. "And I'm glad Mark's always
here when I get into these moods...he never minds." Terry had finished
undoing the buttons of her blouse, and she pulled it open. She was wearing a
bra made out of some heavy fabric; her breasts were large and strained
against the constraining material. Without even showing any consideration
for the fact that they were in a restaurant, she slipped off the blouse, and
popped the clasp on her bra. She slipped off the fabric. Her breasts heaved
out of their restraints; they were large, with big nipples and indentions
where the bra had pushed into her skin.

"I don't believe you're making her do this." Jennifer said.

"He's not making me do this." said Terry. "I want to! Mark always makes me
feel so good." She gave him a shy smile, and started to slip out of her
skirt.

Jennifer glanced around, and realized no one could really see them where
they were. She now knew why Mark's regular place was so isolated. When she
looked back, Terry had added her skirt to the pile of clothes and without
any hesitation, yanked off her panties. Her slit was camouflaged by coarse
brown hair, but Jennifer could smell a musky scent of arousal emanating from
it, and as she watched, she saw a bead of juice drip from Terry's pussy,
hanging on a long line like a spider until it got pressed and rubbed between
Terry's legs. Her panties joined the rest of the clothes.

"Well, Jennifer?" asked Mark.

"Make her put her clothes on and go away, Mark." Jennifer said. "Please,
Mark."

Terry's eyes widened, and she looked at Mark, biting her lip. "Mark..." she
said, a pleading tone adding a tenor quality to her husky voice.

"Terry..." said Mark. "Jennifer seems to dislike you. Why don't you try and
change her mind? You'll receive the same pleasure from her body as you will
from mine."

"Mark, don't..." Jennifer warned, but even as she turned to face him, she
felt a warm body sliding beside her. A warm naked body, Terry's body, and
she could smell the arousal between Terry's legs. Terry leaned into
Jennifer, but Jennifer just pulled away, pressing against Mark.

"Mark, make her stop. Now. I'm not a lesbian." Jennifer commanded him.

"What's the difference?" he asked. "A woman's mouth is just like a man's,
isn't it? It can bring the same pleasure."

"It's not the same." Jennifer insisted. Terry was trying to caress
Jennifer's shoulder, but Jennifer kept pulling back, pressing herself
against Mark's side. "Mark, NOW!"

Mark sighed. "All right. Terry, stop." Terry stopped, and pulled away, her
face crumpled in frustration. "Here's the way it's going to work. Terry,
under the table." Jennifer perked up in surprise as Terry slid under the
table. She turned to Mark, and only had a chance to see a glint in his eyes
before she felt his mind extending control over hers. "Jennifer, you will
forget that Terry is a girl, and you will unable to tell that Terry is a
girl. You will only be aware of the part of her that is touching you. Her
hand. Her lips maybe." Jennifer felt her awareness getting cut away, limited
by Mark's power. And then, they were all alone. Just them. No one else.

Their food had arrived, and Jennifer felt hungry. She realized she hadn't
eaten anything when she had originally gone out to eat, with Fransisco. She
picked up her hamburger and bit into it. Mark had been right; it was really
good.

"Good?" he asked. He had a smug grin on his face.

"Yeah, really good. You were...ooh!" Jennifer cut off her sentence abruptly,
as she realized a finger was slipping along her inner leg. She felt it slip
up her thigh, into her shorts. It stroked against her smooth skin, just
stopping from slipping into the leg hole of her panties. She was startled
for a moment, before she remembered; someone was under the table. Just a
finger. She opened her legs slightly to give the finger easier access.

"I was right?" Mark grinned. "Good?"

"Yeah." she gulped. "Good. Mark...who's under the table?" The finger was
stroking Jennifer's pussy now, through the silk of her panties, rubbing
against her lips. She could feel herself starting to get wet, her fluids
beginning to permeate the fabric of her panties. The finger was joined by
another, both swirling against her slit.

"Don't worry about it." Mark said. "Just enjoy it while you're eating your
hamburger." He winked. "This place gives you great service." Jennifer
glanced at him, disturbed by the change she saw in him. She was with a
different Mark now, not the open one she had come here with, but the
controller. The over-confident one. The one with the grin. She was going to
say something, but then the finger found her clit, and she sucked in her
breath, tensing as the finger teased her pleasure button.

Mark took his hamburger and started eating it, seemingly enjoying the show.

"What's going on?" burst Jennifer, even as she leaned forward, pressing her
pelvis into the probing hand. It slipped into her panties, and now she could
feel the fingers directly against her vagina, probing into her slit. She
gave up eating her hamburger, and leaned back closing her eyes, feeling the
finger push inside her, as another finger moved in circles on her clit. She
felt the sexual pleasure start to build. My god, she thought, Mark's going
to make me orgasm in the middle of the restaurant. The thought of this only
thrilled her more, and when the hand extracted itself and started to pull on
the waist of her shorts, Jennifer obliged by closing her legs and letting
the hands slide her shorts and panties down her legs. Jennifer felt the seat
against the bare flesh of her backside. Then the hands started teasing her
pussy again, and she slid forward and spread her legs to give them better
access.

As she enjoyed the probing between her legs, her eyes fell on the clothes to
the side. A woman's clothes. Terry's clothes. She remembered Terry, but
where had she gone? The way Mark was acting, he was using his power. He was
making her forget Terry. Terry was under the table. That had to be it. The
fingers playing with her belonged to...a woman.

The knowledge almost quenched Jennifer's sexual heat, but then she felt a
hot mouth against her pussy, a soft tongue probing her. And it didn't matter
anymore. Jennifer had never engaged in oral sex before, either receiving or
giving, and it was an amazing sensation. It slipped into crevices fingers
couldn't reach, and when the tongue slid into her, she gasped. Lips pressed
against the swollen lips of her slit, and then the tongue moved onto her
clit, slipping under the hood and licking her with such an intensity that
she almost cried out. I'm close, Jennifer thought. Very close. And then the
tongue slid over her, from top to bottom, ending on her clit, and that
pushed her over.

She had had bigger orgasms, and this one was snuffed as soon as it broke
through that it had been Terry that had brought her to the climax. She still
wasn't sure about having another woman administer to her body, although she
admitted it wasn't that different. It was just the thought of it.

"How was it?" asked Mark.

"Good." she said. She leaned back flushed. I should pull on my shorts, she
thought, but it was too much effort. Besides, she didn't really care. No one
could see her but Mark, anyway. Mark and Terry.

"Terry, why don't you come up here?" said Mark, smiling at Jennifer. Terry
popped up next to Mark, still naked. Mark grinned at Jennifer, but this
faded to disappointment when she failed to react.

"You don't seem surprised that you just got brought off by a woman." he
said, his voice holding a trace of annoyance.

"Oh, I could tell." she said, secretly liking his disappointment. "Woman do
it differently." Jennifer noticed Terry was also flushed and sweating. Mark
absent-mindedly dropped his hand between Terry's legs and started bringing
her to her own climax. Jennifer noticed that he barely touched her, but it
seemed to be doing the trick.

"How would you know?" he asked. He continued to tap on Terry's slit, and
finally she fell into a shuddering climax. Mark pulled his hand back and
ignored her.

Jennifer took his other hand, and pulled it between her legs. "Guys just
feel different." she smiled. Mark disappointed her by pulling his hand back,
but then he kissed her on the cheek, and she felt better.

Terry got dressed. "Why don't you get dressed, too, Jen?" Mark prompted. "So
we can leave." Jennifer noticed he had finished his hamburger, probably
while she had been approaching her orgasm.

"We can't leave yet." she insisted. "I haven't eaten my hamburger." She
noticed Terry waving as she walked away, and Jennifer waved back. Mark was
watching her as she started eating her hamburger again. She looked at him
between bites. "Why don't you make yourself useful?" she said, her eyes
shining with mischief.

"How?" he asked.

In answer, she took his hand and put it between her legs again. "Show me the
difference between a girl and a guy." she said. She pressed his fingers
against her wet slit.

He tried to pull his hand back again. "There is no difference." he told her.
"Hands are the same." Jennifer held his hand tightly against her.

"Well, then, do to me the same thing you did to Terry. Make me shudder. Make
me so hot that I have to put down my hamburger." She took another bite of
the burger. It WAS pretty good.

Mark's hand lay limply against her vagina, and then he started making some
clumsy motions with his fingers. His hand lacked experience, something that
surprised her, and he was completely missing her pleasure points. By the
time Jennifer was finishing off her hamburger, she wasn't even close to any
sort of orgasm. She just felt frustrated.

"Mark...come on." She said, rubbing the back of his hand. "Touch me like you
did Terry." He had brought Terry off in less than a minute. But his fingers
stopped their movement, and when she looked at him, he seemed downcast.

"Jennifer..." he said "the only reason Terry got off so fast was that I have
a suggestion in her mind that if I just touch her pussy, it'll bring her to
orgasm. To be honest, Jennifer....that's really the only way I've ever
satisfied women. With my power. I'm really not sure how else to do it."

She stared at him. "Seriously?"

Mark nodded. "Seriously. I can give you the most mind-blowing orgasms you'll
ever have in your life with my power...but I'm not really sure how else to
do it. I've never really worried about that before."

Jennifer still held his hand between her legs, but now she actually clasped
his hand in hers. "But I don't want you to use your power. I want you to do
it yourself." she said. She suppressed a smile. So Mark, despite his
previous experience, was a lot like a virgin. He knew how to please himself,
but not another.

That's all right, she thought. I'll teach him how. And she did smile. She
reached under the table to get her shorts. "Let's get ready to go." she
said.

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