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OK folks, I know that this story is kind of stupid. I was on a cross country bus with nothing to do a few years ago, and saw that my ticket had a 1-800-COLLECT advertisement with Alyssa Milano's character Eva Savealot on it... I got to day-dreeming, and <shrug> this story is what came out. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, IT IS NOT FACTUAL IN ANY WAY. This intended as a humorous adult story. The Author means no harm, or disapproval toward Alyssa Milano. The Author means this story as a compliment toward Alyssa Milano who captivates audiences male and female around the world. The Author considers Alyssa Milano to be a PUBLIC FIGURE and stresses that this is a work of FICTION and SATIRE. The usual warnings apply: This story depicts situations and acts that are of a graphic and ADULT nature. This story should not be read by persons who are under the age of 18 or who do not want to be exposed to ADULT language and themes. I do not condone or encourage any of the acts here in described. Rape and unprotected sex in FICTION is OK. It is not OK in REALITY. In Reality, unprotected sex between strangers is just plain stupid. In Reality, Rape is a crime and a sin! If you think otherwise, you are a psychopath and should be locked away! If you fail to see the clear difference between fiction and reality, stop reading immediately. I have been inspired by: Homer Vargas, Dark Paladin, Malcolm Pierce, Wollstonecraft, and Parker among many others.

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Getting The Job: The suits were of the slightly over-aged yuppy variety that had become so common all over California of late. This has always been the most amusing part of the business: watching professional middle managers try to act casual-yet-seriouse while simultaneously asking me to mind rape some corporate annoyance. Mind Controllers are hardly a novelty on the corporate scene... I think it was Vanderbilt who first used Mind Controllers as corporate expediters. I would prefer to deal with the actual CEO's. They, at-least, are ruthless and honest enough to come at me straight, and just tell me what the job is. Instead, however, they typically send these useless manager-drones who are always not quite able to contain their discomfort at being in the same room with someone who could shuffle their thoughts like cards. Come to think of it, that's probably why my employers tend to only send messengers who are, well, not irreplaceable. I know what your going to say... I'm a Mind Controller... What on earth am I doing with a day job? And the answer is that in the modern world of banks, and global computer systems, and psychiatrists one just can't have money and live comfortably without the aid of powerful interests. Yes, one could always get out of any particular scrape with The Talent, and manage to live in a sort of hand to mouth manner off of people you just happen to meet. But, anything remotely like a stable life is just simply out of the question if you live out-side of the system, even if your a mind controller. So people with my... uhh, Talent... quickly learn that the powerful can be quite forgiving of our little indulgences as long as we can provide them with the occasional favor. 'Let me get this straight, your not from some Aero-Space company, or a defense contractor. Your from Sprint?' I said incredulously. These were not the sort of people whom I usually worked for. One of the Yuppy-Manager-Droids moved his face into Artificial-Levity-Smile-#14 and said: 'No, Sprint is one of our more lucrative clients, we are from Waterman, Smith & Associates.' At the total lack of recognition on my face, he uncomfortably added: 'An advertisement agency.' I interrupted 'You people know that the Talent doesn't work over TV right?' The other one simulated exactly the same fake smile that his partner was using, and said 'Oh yes, Mr. White, we have been so informed. As my partner was saying, our company is only paid by how much our advertisements increase our client's sales. Unfortunately, this has backfired in the case of our client Sprint, not because our Sprint ads are deficient, but because of the competition's Ads.' The first one took his cue, switching to smile #6 'To be specific, Alyssa Milano's fictional character Eva Savealot, for 1-800-COLLECT, is so sexy that MCI is now dominating the collect call market!' (Tiny droplets of foam were at the corners of his mouth... It was clear that saying 'dominating the market' was the most excitement this guy was going to have this year.) I responded 'Yeah, with a body like that, she commands the attention of any living male who sees her. But, I don't see what you want with me. I'm not able to turn down the libido of every male in the country.' 'Oh no, Mr. White, we want to hire you to deal with Miss Milano herself. Our market analysis indicates that without her sex appeal, our Sprint adds will overshadow the other 1-800-COLLECT personality, Mr. T.' Diversions On The Way: Some preliminary research indicated that Alyssa was going to be filming another of the Eva Savealot ads in a few days at a beach-studio in a Northern California town called 'Heavenly Bliss'. Time for a 'working vacation'. I experienced Heavenly Bliss when the waitress at the local diner lowered herself upon my cock just after I ordered breakfast the morning of the day that Alyssa was due to arrive in the town. I had arrived late the night before only to find that the low-life motel manager had rented my reserved room out from under me. For such moments, was the Talent meant! I 'convinced' the manager that since I clearly had a right to expect a room from the motel, it was perfectly reasonable for me to go from room to room until I found one to my liking. Surely the other guests would understand when I barged in on them! And they did to, some of them were a bit confused as to WHY, but, after 'talking it over' with them, they all agreed that it really was quite reasonable. Eventually, I found a family with twin teenage girls about 18 years old (back on vacation from their 1st year at college). At first the father was quite concerned, but after I 'discussed' the matter with him and his wife, he realized that since I had a reservation, I had a right to sleep in his daughter's room too. I didn't mess with either of the twin's minds except to ensure that they would be respectfully obedient to their father's stern instructions that I be allowed to sleep with them. OK, I'll admit it, I'm a real pervert. Still, it really gave me a kick to know that through the paper thin walls of the motel, the father got to listen to both his girls getting deflowered, and by the time I was done with them, their moaning and screaming for more. I ensured that each of their first orgasms coincided with the deposition of my seed into their previously caste twats. It's hard to implant lasting commands save for forgetfulness, so all the Wilsons would remember from that night was that they stayed in another over crowded motel with thin walls, and surprisingly resilient bed springs. The next morning I found myself in The Heavenly Diner across the street looking at one of the sweetest young things to enter the profession of waitress. The name on her tag said 'Mandy', she was a natural blond, blue eyes, and very full chested with out being heavy; a classic home grown American Beauty. When she asked, 'What can I get you?' I truefully replied that I'd like her on a plate. She replied 'I'm afraid that's not on the menu.' But then I produced a menu and ta-da! there it was right before her eyes: 'Good Morning Fuck, complementary with a breakfast serving of our famous Blueberry Pie!' After a mental prod, the other customers agreed that, since it was on the menu, she really didn't have any choice but to live up to the advertised offer. Naturally, they didn't see anything at all strange about the situation. And that is how I found Heavenly Bliss, in Heavenly Bliss CA. Mandy was even tighter than the Wilson twins had been. Amazingly, a girl of 19 years in California was still a virgin! As she lowered herself on to me while I sat at my stool in the diner, she gritted her teeth and then yelped when her hymen stretched and then snapped. By the time I was balls deep into her cunt, her mouth was agape, and she was gasping for breath. I was still getting over the sexual education of the Wilson twins, so it took me about twenty minutes to blow my wad into the receptive Mandy. Her pussy clenched my member rhythmically as she came to a titanic orgasm, she was a natural. After being treated to such a display, several of the other customers decided to have the Blueberry Pie too, thus Mandy was quite busy, and quite satisfied, by the end of breakfast. The mind builds its own barriers to protect it from things it can't understand, so all she remembered from that morning was that Waitress could be a very Stimulating profession, and that the customer was always right. The customers remembered only that the Blueberry Pie at The Heavenly Diner really was Heavenly. Now for the boring part... the stake out. Alyssa was scheduled to film her part of the 1-800-COLLECT ad starting early tomorrow morning. A perusal of the reservation book at the motel indicated that she was slated to arrive this afternoon. I dozed on the couch in the motel manager's office (naturally he didn't, notice), waiting for her to arrive... it was vital that I had the entire night alone with Alyssa if my plan was to work, so I had to get to her the moment she arrived. At about 2:00 PM, I was awakened when one of the maids came in to empty the trash. She was one of those buoyantly happy Hispanic girls maybe 5 foot 1 and 105 pounds. I checked my watch, Alyssa wasn't due for another 3 hours. I made sure that the manager would not notice us regardless of what happened. I ended up with her bent over the Manager's desk, as he was trying to type, taking her from behind. Martha was a saucy wench, letting out a squeal every time I slammed my cock right into the back of her womb. The manager, who regularly banged all the maids, would find that she strangely started preferring sex on his desk after that. Work, Work, Work: When Alyssa finally arrived, she had one of her hangers-on put her stuff in the room, and was going off to attend a dinner with the ad's producer when I stepped in. I took full control of her, which I usually don't do. (It's usually much more satisfying, and ultimately more effective to direct a person such that she acts on her own towards your goals.) I had her call the producer, and explain that she was feeling under the weather, and that she wanted to go to bed immediately in order to be at full strength tomorrow for the shoot. Then I had her give the same excuse to her hangers-on, and enter the room. After giving the hangers-on, the maids, the guest's in neighboring rooms, and the motel manager instructions that Alyssa was not to be disturbed, I went to her room. There I found her standing just inside the room like a zombie. As long as I was within about 3 miles of her, any standing commands I gave her would stick. My clients, however, needed a more permanent solution, which meant I would have to condition her. Conditioning is not a part of The Talent, as such, it is the teaching of the body and mind to respond to certain stimuli independent of conscious thought. The most important element of conditioning is repetition of the stimulus closely associated with the desired reaction. In that, The Talent can be very useful, since one can Force the subject to experience exactly what one desires, when one desires it. She had to be completely incapable of continuing her AT&T ads by 5:00 AM tomorrow when she was due to arrive at the set on the beach. Of course, I was not going to give up this opportunity to fuck one of the sexiest women in the known world... there's nothing wrong with mixing a little pleasure with business. I removed the mind-blank from her, and she immediately looked around, saw me and demanded to know who I was. I 'explained' to her that we were newly weds and that this was our wedding night. Alyssa did not know my name, but she was firmly convinced that she had just married me... if I had asked her to describe the ceremony, she would have been able to do so. The mind fills in any blanks on it's own. As a lover, Alyssa was very energetic; all those hours in the gym keeping her body toned were not for nothing either. First, we removed each other's clothes, and then she pushed me onto the bed and crawled up to my cock, which despite the Wilson twins, Mandy, and the maid was at attention once again. Alyssa licked the shaft up and down and then started circling the head with her tongue. She never quite put it in her mouth, but never stopped touching it either. Then she very suddenly deep throated me; if I hadn't already been quite busy today, I would have blown my wad right then. In this way, she switched back and forth from sucking to licking, the contrast of the warmth of her mouth and the cold of the apartment's air conditioning was driving me wild. Finally, when I thought I could take no more, she crawled up my body dragging her breasts across me and kissed me as she straddled my cock. I caressed her buttocks and then pulled her moist cunt down onto me. She was certainly no virgin, but she was still a fine fuck. After her oral attentions, I wasn't going to last long. I rolled her onto her back, and began thrusting in earnest. She was quite limber, and wrapped her arms and legs around me like an octopus. Unable to resist any longer, I pushed in as deep as I could, until I could feel the tip of my cock bumping up against her cervix, and then exploded. I shivered and quaked as I spurted gobs and gobs of my sperm directly into her womb. This set off her orgasm, which was of course my que to start conditioning..... It was a long night of work in order to finish on time. Results: Alyssa was up at 4:00 AM and showed up for make-up and costuming at 5:00 AM. I arrived somewhat later as they weren't going to start the shoot until after the sun was up. I might have stopped by the Heavenly Diner, but I really was completely used up after a night of Alyssa. The guard didn't want to let me into the shoot, but then I showed him my receipt from the motel he let me in. Of course, what he saw was a pass to the film studio. I 'convinced' the director to let me use his 'director' fold out chair, I've always wanted to sit in one of those, and sat by to watch the fun. Commercial opens: <enter two California style surfers, Dude and Man> <start groovy surfing music> Dude: 'That was a great wave, Man!' Man: 'Like, Tidal, Dude!' Dude: 'Let's call your friends and tell'm about it, Man!' Man: 'Like Dude, we got no change!' Dude: 'Whoh Man, let's call collect.' Man: 'Dude! That's like, totally un-hip. It's like, way expensive to call collect.' Dude: 'Man, We need like, Eastern Wisdom to solve this Pro-Blemo.' <end surfer music begin karate music> <enter Eva Savealot (Alyssa Milano) in karate robes with black belt> Eva: 'Chaaaa!' <Eva Savealot karate chops Dude's surf board in half> Eva: 'Don't you guys know you can save a buck or two by calling 1-800 COLLE.... OHHH! Jesus! Oh!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!!! Nggg! Oh! God Yes! YesYESYESyeyeyeyyyYES!' At about this point, everybody had stopped... her orgasm was NOT part of the script. Eventually, she and everybody else calmed down, and they all decided to ignore her... episode. To speak of it aloud would be to raise an Issue, and like many in Hollywood, they don't want to have to deal with Issues. They start up the script again, and it all goes fine until Alyssa's line: <Eva Savealot karate chops Dude's surf board in half> Eva: 'Don't you guys know that you can save a buck or two by calling 1-800 C... OHHH! My God, Not again! Ohhhh! Yes! YesYESYESYES! Ngggg! JEEESUUUUS! OhhhhhhhhH! Hrgggggggggg! After the second time, the cast and crew thought it was some joke that Alyssa was playing, but then it happened again, and again, and again. Every time Alyssa tried to say '1-800-COLLECT' out lowed she had a mind blowing orgasm! She couldn't even spell it out lowed without going into convulsions and creaming her pants. (Which definitely was an eye-full for the male members of the crew.) Eventually, she had to be lead off the set. The last thing I heard from her was 'I don't get it, I really don't, every time I say 1800C.. OOPS! Ohhhh Yes....' I made sure that the camera man gave me a copy of the variouse attempts to film the commercial. Aftermath: Alyssa was eventually found to be in default of her contract for 'psychological reasons'. Of course, by the time that the media flacks had decided this, she was already unable to fit the role of Eva Savealot because she was about 4 months pregnant. Seems a few tadpoles got through that night in Heavenly Bliss. For a while, they considered trying to get Sara Michelle Gellar to replace Alyssa as Eva Savealot's sister 'Jenny Savemore'. But, at about that time, 'stolen' copies of the tape of Alyssa orgasming on the set that day made it on to the internet. The embarrassment from this lead to the decision to drop the whole line of ads. So most everybody won: I got the gratitude of the powerful, who continue to ignore my little indulgences. The Wilson twins got a very complete sexual education. Mandy and Martha learned to love her jobs. Waterman, Smith & Associates got to 'dominate the market.' Alyssa got the ability to orgasm on demand. All she really remembered about the night I spent with her was that some day married life wouldn't be so bad.