A Clean Well-Lighted Place

No raucous buzz from the alarm at 5:45, followed by a 25 minute frenzy of showering, shaving, dressing, and bagel making that gets me to the bus stop outside my condo in time to catch the 6:17 express bus to the subway. If I don't make that bus, the 6:32 tends to be standing room only, so I work hard to maintain the schedule. But today is Saturday. I can usually sleep in until about 8 and then start my day at a leisurely pace. But I woke up shortly after midnight with a splitting headache. I took a few aspirin and managed to get back to sleep, but found myself tossing and turning in the dark. Around 5 am I got up to relieve myself, and on the way back I peered out the bedroom window facing MacArthur Boulevard. Still raining, damn it. I looked down from my 11th story flat and saw noticed that the "R" in the neon sign for Carl's Diner was flickering. It won't be long until it's "Cal's Diner", I thought to myself. Or maybe if the C goes out, too, it will be "Al's." One shouldn't have such rational thoughts this time of day, I muttered under my breath. I grabbed my robe and headed for the kitchen. I wasn't going back to sleep. I popped a bagel in the toaster and then headed towards the fridge for the cream cheese. Oh, geez, I had forgotten. I used up the last of the cream cheese yesterday. Carl's it was, I reasoned. They were open all night, had decent coffee and a great omelet. I threw on some sweats and an overcoat and headed out the door.

I had never been to Carl's so early before, and certainly never in such a disheveled state. Not that the other customers were looking any better. Stooped over the counter was a scruffy looking man, perhaps homeless, his hands wrapped around a cup of Joe. On the far end of the diner were four college guys in a booth, no doubt sobering up from a night at the clubs. I found a seat on the opposite end of the counter from the bum and surveyed the menu. A minute later the door from the kitchen swung open and a short young woman headed my way.

Geez, I thought, she's hot. Even in a shapeless pink waitress uniform, I could see that she had a kicking body. Her breasts were high and pert, but the rest of her body thin and tight. She had what I can best describe as a pixie face ... a slight nose, pouty lips, and green eyes that seem unnaturally large and round. Normally I'm not crazy about girls who cut their hair short, but her strawberry boyish mop somehow made her look very feminine.

"What can I get you?" she asked in a meek voice.

Looking at her name tag I said, "Meagan, I see. What happened to Judy?"

"Oh, she's on the morning shift. She'll be in at 7. I've got the graveyard shift."

"You're alone?"

"Me and the cook. The rest of the night crew went home around 3, once the bar patrons headed home."

"My lucky day then, to get to see such a cute thing like you this early in the morning."

I'm sure that Meagan must get constantly hit on by guys, but she blushed all the same.

"Well, I need the extra money. College, you know."

I nodded knowingly. It had been more than fifteen years ago since I was in college myself. And as I moved from that life into the working world, I seemed far removed from coeds. And no big loss, I concluded recently. I came to appreciate more confident and serious girls. Although, looking at Meagan now, I wasn't really thinking about having a conversation with her. I was having a primal reaction, as evidenced by my stiffening cock. Whether or not she was a party girl or bookworm didn't matter to me. I wasn't going to feign interest in her major. I just wanted to throw my weight into her tiny frame, grab her tight breasts, and fuck her silly.

"You have an exceptional body," I said brazenly, "And the way you blush only makes you so much hotter." I knew I'd be pushing her limits, but I'm pretty good at reading people. She was a bit naive and shy. I felt like a cat that just found a mouse to banter about.

"Have you decided what you want to order, or do you need more time?" she asked, fidgeting slightly.

"I know exactly what I want," I replied, shamelessly studying her frame as I talked. "Western omelet with a side of wheat toast. Black coffee, please."

"Hash browns?"

"No. No, thank you. And I'm famished. I'd really appreciate if if you could get the cook started on this right away."

"Sure, right away, sir." As she walked away with a quickened pace I appreciated her high tight ass and chuckled to myself. Sir. Am I that old?

A minute later Meagan returned with a mug and a pot of coffee. "I take it you wanted regular. I forgot to ask."

"Yes, regular. I'm not going back to bed now." As she carefully poured the brew, I realized that she must be new to waitressing. She's trying very hard to control herself, I could tell. I wish she would spill the coffee, I mused somewhat sadistically. I liked seeing her flustered.

Meagan looked me in the eyes for a second and then it happened. She seemed to lose her focus and spilled some coffee on the counter.

Embarrassed, Meagan reached for a rag from under the counter and mopped up the spill. "Oh, I'm so very sorry. I'll get you a fresh cup right away."

"Yes, thank you," I said calmly. As she left for the kitchen I thought how odd that was. I wanted her to spill the coffee, and it happened.

She returned with a clean cup and carefully poured another cup for me.

"Could I also bother you for a glass of tap water?"

"Sure." She returned the hot carafe of coffee and returned with a glass of water. Now, Meagan, spill the water, too, I thought. As she set the glass of water in front of me, it tipped to one side.

"I'm SOOOOO sorry!" she exclaimed, surprised at her clumsiness.

I smiled at her reaction and calmly replied, "Ain't no thing." And once again I pondered how this was a very odd coincidence.

She mopped up the second spill and replaced the soaked napkin and silverware set before me. As she was finishing up I grabbed both of her hands and asked, "Do I make you nervous, Meagan?"

"Not really, sir," she said, but her actions contradicted her words.

From the kitchen I heard the cook ring a bell twice and announce, "Order's up!"

Meagan pulled her hands away from me and rushed towards the kitchen.

I bet she's going to be super cautious now, I thought. I'd love to see her tip-toe to me with my food.

Meagan surfaced from the kitchen with a plate in hand. And then it happened. She lifted her toes and walked nervously towards me, placing the plate before me with extreme care. I smiled approvingly. And then she waited for me to dismiss her. I held the gaze.

From the other side of the restaurant, one of the four college guys barked, "Hey, waitress. More coffee!"

Meagan heard it, but she hasn't moved. It was if she was waiting for me to release her. After perhaps 10 seconds or so, I calmly stated, "You may go for now."

Damn college guys were going to ruin my fun, I thought. I wish they would leave.

As Meagan fetched the pot of coffee, I heard one of the other guys say, "No more coffee, man! It's almost 6. We've got to go."

The boys stood up, dropped some money on the table, and instructed Meagan not to worry about the coffee.

I wanted them to leave and they did, I thought. Hmmm.

As Meagan started to bus their table, I looked over at the bum at the other end of the counter and concluded, he should be going too. The man looked outside, noticed that the rain had stopped, counted out some coins on the counter and quietly shuffled out.

The feeling of deju vu came over me. And then slowly the memory came back to me. I was a junior in high school ... it was the chem lab incident. I had a full blown crush on Julia in that class, but she was enamored with her lab partner. He was a varsity football player and I seem to recall that his name was Brad, but I could be wrong. Anyhow, I kept wishing things would happen to him. Whenever I had a thought, it happened. Like I wished he'd break a beaker, and he did. And then I wanted him to fart loudly; it happened. And when he poured water from the sink, it sprayed up into his face. I considered trying something with acid, but stopped myself. I thought I should only use my powers for good. After that class, I tried to "wish" some other things. But it didn't work. I read up on the subject to see if I could get the mind control thing back, but the juju ended with that 5th period chem class.

Maybe what was happening today was all just happenstance, I mused. As an insurance actuary by trade, I started calculating the odds in my mind. Although I can only guess at the probability for each event. Point is, the odds of this being purely coincidence were extremely low.

I wanted to test these powers some more, and unlike my high school experience, I wasn't going to be so moral about it's use. This time I was going to get the girl and I didn't care what it was going to take to do that.

Come talk to me, Meagan, I beckoned. Immediately Meagan headed my way and asked, "Would you like a refill on that coffee, sir?"

I looked her in the eyes and said, "Not quite yet, thank you." Once again, she seemed to be frozen, waiting for further instructions.

Flirt with me, Meagan. You find me very sexually attractive.

Meagan smiled at me, twisted an earring, and asked, "Was the food good?"

"Yes, the omelet was excellent. And I've also enjoyed your company tonight. You're a very attractive girl, Meagan, and I have to admit that I've been taken by you."

You want to get closer to me, Meagan. Step out from behind that counter.

Meagan gave me a flirty grin, and then moved towards the kitchen. A minute later she returned with the broom and started to sweep behind me. I turned around and watched her intently.

That broom is my hard cock, Meagan.

Meagan pushed the broom stick between her legs and rubbed it against her body.

Good, good. I like that. Now, turn around and lean over so that I can really see your ass.

Meagan turned away from me, pushed the broom away from her body and bent at the waist, lifting her skirt to her hips, I could see her panties, which were black with pink polka dots.

I stood up and pressed my groin against her ass.

Feel my hard cock, Meagan. Show me that you want it.

Meagan pushed back into my direction, grinding into my swollen meat. She started to moan and begged, "Yes, I want it."

Although the restaurant was empty, I was a bit concerned about passers by.

We need privacy, Meagan.

"Sir, would you care to see the pantry?", she asked breathlessly.

"Yes, I would."

She led me to an an area to the left of the kitchen that contained silverware, bowls, condiments, and beverages. There was no door to this area, but it was positioned so that it was out of sight to those in the restaurant.

You want me, Meagan, more than you have wanted any man before. Feel my hardness.

As I perched myself on a chair, Meagan faced me, lifted her dress, dropped her panties, squatted over the chair, and grinded into me. She moaned loudly.

I want more. Release me.

Meagan backed up a bit, pulled down my sweats, and then resumed her position over me. My rock hard member was pressing up against her soft cunt. Her warm juices lubricated my cock.

That's right, slut, show me how much you want it. You're getting very aroused.

Meagan closed her eyes, threw back her head and started rocking back and forth. "Oh, my clit. Mmmm."

"Are you close to an orgasm?", I asked.

"Oh, yes," she assured me.

"It's not time yet. You must hold the feeling until I tell you. Do you understand?"

She nodded yes, and continued to mount me.

Tell me that you want me to fuck you.

"Oh, please, Sir. I want you to fuck you."

"Oh?" I asked innocently?

"Yes, please Sir," she pleading.

"What do you want?"

"To fuck you, more than anything else."

"Tell me, exactly."

Breathlessly she cried out, "Please, stuff your cock in my cunt."

"Sir," I added, as if she forgot.

"Yes, sir, please" she begged as she continued to grind.

"Stand up now, Meagan" I commanded, "Face the wall and lean against it. Further down."

When Meagan was almost at a 90 degree angle, I stepped behind her, lifted her dress, and entered her.

"It's not time to cum, yet, dear. I'm going to enjoy your firm body."

My hand moved up her dress and under her bra. Her tits were so hard, and I could feel her protruding nipples. I cupped my hands around her breasts and rammed my weight into her tiny frame, just as I had imagined when I first saw her.

This is the best sex you've ever had, Meagan. You want to cum so bad. Beg me to cum.

Meagan's moaning turned into a yelp, of sorts. "Please, Sir, let me cum. I need to cum."

"Not yet," I indicated. "I'm going to start to count down from ten, and when only when I get to zero may you come."

"Yes, please."

Intentionally slowly I began, "Ten ... Nine ..."

"Please, Sir, hurry!"

"Eight ... Seven ... "

This time with a bit of a scream and more desperation than before,

"Please!!"

"Six ..."

"Now, Sir!"

"Five ... Four ... Three ... Two ... One ... Zero!"

I could feel Meagan's pussy contract around my swollen cock, squeezing me so hard with every wave. I was tempted to cum in her pussy but didn't know if she used birth control, so waited until she finished. When she completed her orgasm, I commanded, "Turn around towards me, on your knees."

Exhausted, Meagan complied.

"Taste your cunny, slut. Suck it off."

Instead of waiting for her to comply, I stuffed my cock in her mouth and pressed her head into me. Her warm mouth was just as delightful as her pussy, and I was within a minute I was ready to explode. I pulled my cock out of my mouth and aimed my cock at her innocent face. I've always wanted to mark a girl but thought it would be impolite. But this morning it was all about me. Waves of passion painted her face ... covering her eyes, her nose, her mouth, dripping down her chin.

I suppose a nice guy would have helped her clean up, perhaps hugged her for a few minutes. But we've already established that I wasn't out to be popular. We both got our satisfaction and it was over.

"Very good, slut," I commented. I pulled my sweats back up and passed one final thought her way.

I'm going now but you should stay on your knees for another five minutes. As my cum slides down your face I want you to think about what a slut you were. You'll always be that slut, insatiable.

I stuffed $20 into her pocket, returned to my condo, and slept like a baby.