Chapter 3 - Cathy Johnson - Cathy's New Perception
The next morning the shoot started early, probably 7 AM. He saw the large group gathering when the models arrived. He turned on his mind amplifier and pointed it again at Cindy Crawford. He needed to communicate a few things before he lost contact.
"YOU WILL CALL 203-555-3323 EACH DAY TO CHECK FOR NEW COMMANDS," he typed. He wanted to make sure he could always contact her.
"YOU WILL DO EVERYTHING IN YOUR POWER TO START MICHELE'S CAREER OFF RIGHT, YOU WILL USE ALL YOUR INFLUENCE," he continued to type. He looked out of the window and seen her nod her pretty head once, apparently accepting the command. He was now done with her.
The final test of the equipment was to check the mini amplifier. It was a small box, about the size of a hard cover book with a focus at one end and a button on the other. There was a mini keyboard he could use to communicate with. The range was very short which caused problems, but since it was mobile that could easily be fixed by sitting next to the person. The range was no more then twenty feet, but that should be sufficient.
He walked out into the warm summer morning. The sun was already high in the sky, the humidity was murder, but all was right in his world. He was a bit hungry so decided to get breakfast.
Cathy Johnson got up early that morning. Her boss at the diner said it would be busy and he needed the extra help early. She was a good worker so amiably agreed to his request. She loved living and working in Hawaii. Her long blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes seemed commonplace here, but she didn't mind sharing the men's attention. She could always attract the tourists.
It was already pretty warm that morning when she noticed a middle aged nerdy type enter her diner. She enjoyed playing games with guys like this. They annoyed her because she knew they were smarter then she. This one was a bit different. He seemed much more confident then most. Like he had the upper hand or something.
She confidently walked over his table.
"Hi, my name is Cathy," she told him. She smiled her best smile.
"Hi Cathy, my name is Mike," he told her.
"You don't feel like working today do you," he told her.
"No, not really, it's such a beautiful day," she said smiling at him. "Would you like to go out and have some fun," she asked. She didn't know why she felt like getting out of work, but suddenly she had an overwhelming desire to go out.
"Sure, let's get out of here, but first why don't you remove your bra and panties," he told her. Her first reaction was surprise but that disappeared almost immediately and was replaced by excitement of her interesting new idea.
Cathy casually walked to the restroom. There were a few women inside but she ignored them as she untucked her blouse and pulled her bra off under her blouse. The women inside looked at her wondering what the hell she was doing.
"Is there a problem," she asked an older women who seemed pretty upset.
"Well actually there is. You're undressing right in front of us in a public restroom?," the older women said.
"Sure, why not, my new friend out there thought I'd be more comfortable without these things," she gestured to her bra and panties. "Well, I better get back to him," she said as she quickly left the restroom. She didn't understand why the old bitch thought it was strange to get undressed the way she did. Wearing bra's and panties was such a hassle.
"Let's get out of here," she told him as she walked past his table. She purposely swayed her ass back and fourth to entice this strange man to follow. She needed to get dressed in something different, this waitress outfit wouldn't do at all. It didn't show her cleavage off nearly enough.
She looked back to make sure he followed. She had a lot of energy and wanted to have fun. As they stepped out into the crowded street she felt an odd ticklish sensation on her right nipple. She looked down and could see her breasts shown through the flimsy blouse the diner made her wear.
"You seem uncomfortable," he said. She was starting to squirm. Her nipples were itching more and more as each moment passed. Finally, it occurred to her that it didn't matter if she scratched the itch. As they walked down the street she started to knead her breasts. She started to get wet due to her manipulations.
They continued to walk somewhere, but she didn't know where. She told him about her life, how she came to Hawaii and what she wanted to accomplish with her life. She told him she was a sophomore at the University of Hawaii and was just working for the summer before the next semester started. While talking she noticed he took out a small machine and typed something into it. She took no notice when she felt something strange came over her. She had always wanted to become a lawyer and make a lot of money. Now she realized this was a ridiculous aim. She knew now she wasn't smart enough. Why this just dawned on her she couldn't figure out.
As she continued talking incessantly, wondering what she should do with her life. She had done nothing right so far. On the outside was her bright cheery self, telling him how she lost her virginity on prom night three years ago. On the inside, she was becoming more and more depressed. Why had she thought she could make something of herself she pondered. So what that she was a straight A student, it was all a hoax.
"Sir, what do you think I should do with my life," she asked her new friend Mike.
"Personally, I think you'd make a great hooker," he told her. The idea appealed to her far more then she expected. She had never thought of herself as a whore, but now that he mentioned it, he was right. She would make a great hooker.
Now that she knew what she needed to do with her life her depression lifted.
"Oh, I think you'd make a particularly good hooker. Especially if you can get addicted to crack," he said. Again, his ideas were perfect. She had always wanted to be a crack whore, but just now figured it out.
