The Mentalist Chronicles ­ Part 4

By Buckaroo Bonzai

	They say it's lonely at the top. It's lonely being 
unique, too. While I had all the power I wanted, all the 
women I could take, and all the pride of being different, I 
lacked a very basic necessity: someone to share it with. Not 
just someone to brag to. I needed someone who would delight 
in my progress. Someone who would understand the 
shortcomings. Someone to challenge me to improve my skills. 
And most of all, someone who liked me for me. Not a person 
I'd have to manipulate to like me. 

	Logically, I knew that there had to be somebody with 
the same talents as me. With over  six billion people on the 
planet, what are the odds that I'd be the only mentally-
enhanced one? Pretty long - like billions to one! So I knew 
"my people" were out there. I just didn't know how to find 
them. 

	I sure know I wasn't looking for them while I was 
fucking Christy, a stunning brunette I'd met at my hair 
salon. I'd gone in for a quick trim, that's all. Since my 
regular stylist had another appointment, the receptionist 
sent me to Christy. My cock hardened at the first sight of 
her. About 5'8", with short hair, a pixie-ish face, ample 
tits and a boyish butt, her inherent enthusiasm was 
intoxicating. Talking to her didn't detract from her beauty. 
Though not a rocket scientist by any means, she was semi-
intelligent and knew how to flirt. 

	I only half-listened to her good-natured banter as I 
scanned her mind. Among  the useful bits of information: she 
only had a part-time boyfriend, lived with her parents, and 
had fucked about six other guys. Using  some of the 
information I had gleaned from her mind, I led our 
conversation into areas of common interest. Then I made sure 
the other girls in the salon noticed how well we were 
hitting it off. That way they wouldn't be suspicious when I 
came by later to pick her up. I knew that given enough time, 
I could seduce her the regular way. But I was eager to get 
between her legs. Some of her memories showed her to be a 
passionate and enthusiastic lover. So, before leaving the 
salon, I inserted a suggestion into her mind to ask me out, 
with the unexpressed goal of having sex later in the 
evening. After gratefully accepting her invitation to go 
out, I again snooped into her mind, curious as to how she 
would rationalize her actions. Her rationalization: she 
thought she should be taking more risks. I left determined 
to make the night a risk well worth taking.

	Four hours later I was gazing down at her trembling 
naked body in a cheap motel on the edge of town. Her body 
fulfilled all its promise and more. Imagine taut lips that 
are both hot and cold, with a delectably talented tongue. 
Fully-natural round breasts capped with cherry-pit hard 
nipples. Softly curving hips that wiggle with every giggle. 
A tiny slit barely concealed by downy-soft peach fuzz. A 
pert, smooth ass moving with barely a ripple. Tanned and 
toned legs. And pink painted toenails.  Then imagine this 
bundle of beauty barely containing  her desire to be split 
open by your diamond-hard cock. Her legs are splayed, she's 
grinning up at you, and her hands can't stop stroking her 
tingling skin. 

	I knew from my previous scan that she loved to fuck, 
but didn't like to suck. That, however, didn't fit into my 
plans, which included her cleaning my cock of spent cum and 
her juices. So I jumped into her mind to make this minor 
change...and felt my suggestion echo back at me. Surprised, 
I took a quick scan of her, confirming that she did now want 
to suck my cock. But during my scan, I received the same 
strange echo. Though I'm sure that my confusion must have 
been visible on my face, that didn't stop Christy from 
making her immediate needs known.

	"Oh, please, I'm ready," she panted, spreading her 
legs to their fullest extension. "Please don't make me wait. 
I want you so bad. Soooo bad..."

	Despite my confusion, I did what comes naturally, 
plunging my cock into her tight little twat. And by tight, I 
mean that her pussy was like a vise, squeezing my cock in a 
steely grip. After a couple of strokes, I lost all my 
inhibitions, concentrating solely on the exquisite 
sensations her cunt was delivering to my cock. I'd just 
settled in for a long, slow fuck accompanied by some 
delicious tit sucking when a knock on the door interrupted 
my pleasure. 

	"Go-mph awaph!" I shouted into Christy's tits, 
returning to my task of chewing on her hard right nipple. 

	The knock sounded again, this time louder. With a 
growl, I disengaged from Christy and stalked over to the 
door. I wanted to see this person's face when I mentally 
whipped them into a cowering heap. Not even bothering to 
cover up, I flung open the door to find a tall, stocky blond 
woman staring at me, a mischievous smile flitting across her 
lips.

	"You called?" she asked, slowly appraising my nude 
form, lingering on my dripping  and raging hard-on.

	"I what?" Her eyes seemed to captivate me.

	"You called." A statement this time.

	"Who is it?" Christy called from behind me, pulling a 
sheet around her.

	"Sleep," the strange woman said to her. I looked back 
to see Christy collapse back on the bed. "Mind if I come 
in?" she then asked, already making  her way into the room.

	I followed her, grabbing  only a pair of boxers to 
wear. This, I could sense, would be more important than 
maintaining my modesty. Besides, if it wasn't, I could just 
turn any memory of me into a dream.

	"Oh, I wouldn't allow you to do that," she said aloud, 
in apparent answer to my unspoken thought. "Such a fine 
specimen of manhood shouldn't be forgotten."

	"Thanks," I said automatically, wondering just what 
the heck was going on.

	"Yes, it is time for me to let you know what's going 
on. My name is Gail Claeys. And it's obvious that I'm the 
first one to contact you. I've never been first before, so 
forgive me the little game we just played. It's just that, 
well, it was too perfect an opportunity to pass up. You and 
her, I mean," she gestured at Christy. "I can see why you'd 
pick her. She's beautiful."

	She noticed my impatience. "Anyway, since I'm the 
first to contact you, it's up to me  to explain things. But 
before we go into that, I want to make sure we're on even 
footing. The guy who indoctrinated me, well, he sorta took 
advantage before I could defend myself. So I'm real 
sensitive to that. First thing, then, is for you to scan me. 
So go ahead, just see what you can see."

	So she knew about scanning?  OK, I'd been ready to do 
it anyway. I jumped into her mind to find her name, her 
memories of the past few moments, and...nothing else. No, 
not nothing. A wall. A wall that seemed made of...TV snow? 
The kind you get when you turn the channel and there's no 
signal. TV snow? Her wall stretched from side to side as far 
as I could see. Looking up, though, I could see the top, and 
instinctively knew that if I approached from up there, I'd 
have full access to everything in her mind. But that 
wall...that wall intrigued me. How did she do that?

	"How'd I do that?" she prompted me. Her mind reading 
was getting to be annoying. But I'd put up with it for the 
information. "It's actually an easy process for someone of 
your apparent abilities," she said, smiling at Christy, who 
lay softly snoring on the bed. "I can help you do it, if you 
let me just make a little tweak to one of your neural 
pathways."

	Well, I didn't like the sound of that, and said so.

	"Good!" she clapped her hands delightedly. "You 
already know the first lesson of our kind: Trust no one. 
There have been some who, for whatever reason, have taken 
talented mentalists and turned them back into regular 
people. So don't let anyone enter your mind unless you want 
them there. 

	"Now, another way for you to learn to protect your 
mind is to watch how I do it. So, knowing that I could turn 
your mind to mush if you probe me any more than you should, 
I'm going to let my wall down so you can see how I build it. 
Once you're able to do it for yourself, we can get started 
on answering your questions."

	Building the wall was one of those "Why didn't I think 
of that" moments. Not that I'd had reason to think of it. 
But a somewhat embarrassing lapse, nonetheless. My first 
walls were more like hedges, full of holes for peering eyes. 
After a few minutes I'd gotten the hang of it, building a 
reasonable wall that closed off my mind to most of Gail's 
test probes. I'd even begun to develop a personal style. 
Where her wall resembled TV snow, mine was like very tightly 
woven brambles, punishing anyone who probed too ardently. 
Best of all, once raised, the wall took no effort at all to 
maintain. The key, Gail told  me, was not in the length or 
depth of the wall, but in its height. If someone wanted in, 
they'd keep probing higher and higher, making you protect 
yourself and taking energy away from your aggressive 
efforts. That was why her wall was so high, she explained. 
Safe behind my wall, I didn't reveal that I had already 
spied the top of her wall and could easily breach her  
defenses. How powerful did that make me?

	"If you like, I could sit here and tell you everything 
you need to know. But that would take hours. And as you 
know, it's much more efficient to take information from a 
person's mind than hear it from their mouth. So I'm going to 
put a pool of information in front of my wall for you to 
scan. I can tell you already know how to store memories, so 
that's what you should do first. Then you can browse it 
while I'm here and I'll answer any questions you might have. 

	Delving into that pool of information was a turning 
point in my life. No longer was I just a horny teenager with 
the ability to lay any woman I wanted. No, I was now part of 
a group of extremely talented people able to tap into the 
vast potential of their minds.  I could measure myself 
against my peers. I could see how far I'd come, and how far 
I still had to go. And, seeing just some of the activities 
that went on, I could still lay any woman I wanted. 

	"It's something, isn't it?" Gail smiled. That was 
putting it mildly. At the time of my indoctrination, I was 
joining a group with over 10,000 members worldwide.  That 
may seem like a lot, until you remember that there are over 
6 billion people on the planet. Then our numbers seemed 
absolutely minute, putting us in the "almost extinct" column 
among the world's species. Yet no species had more 
potential.

	According to Gail, members of our group had gone well 
beyond simple telepathy, mind reading and manipulation. The 
Mentalists, as they liked to be called, were experimenting 
with telekinesis, teleportation, transmutation, and all 
manner of "impossible" mental activities. As in all human 
societies, there were members working for the greater good, 
those in it only for their own gain, and those, like myself, 
who were indifferent to the greater questions. Though they 
had no formal policy, the Mentalists as a whole leaned 
against wholesale intervention in the regular world. In 
fact, several Mentalists who had attempted to manipulate 
vast groups of people had been "tweaked" into a less-
aggressive state by more talented Mentalists. 

	As in most societies, there'd been much debate 
regarding Mentalist policy towards widespread evil, such as 
the Nazi ideal. While several Mentalists did battle Hitler 
on their own, none made the mistake of acting only on 
emotion. While turning Hitler into a simpering mental idiot 
may have shortened the war, it may also have had other, more 
traumatic consequences down the line. Our kind had learned 
the Rule of Unintended Consequences quite well. Worse, such 
interference may have led to discovery of our kind, and all 
the inquiries and panic that may have caused. Most 
Mentalists believe that man in inherently good...unless 
confronted with the unknown, which often results in evil 
done in the name of greater good. And the Mentalists had no 
doubt who would suffer the most.

	On the whole, the Mentalists lived as Gail did, and 
I'd begun to: using our powers for small pleasures and to 
smooth out the bumps in daily life. Her talents had appeared 
in a fairly typical fashion for the Mentalists, as a special 
benefit at the onset puberty. Something about the mix of 
hormones and chemicals had changed a few neural pathways, 
and voila, instant Mentalist. Like I, she'd honed her skills 
in high school, turning a relatively dreary existence into 
one brimming with opportunities. According to Gail, my own 
experience, of pushing my brain into overdrive, was pretty 
rare. More rare, in fact, than those who gained their 
talents as a result of a head trauma. It was just one more 
thing for me to ponder from the wealth of information Gail 
transmitted to me.

	"There's still one thing you haven't answered," I 
said, trying to wipe the dazed expression from my face. "How 
did you know where to find me?"

	She smiled. "Remember when I said that you called? You 
did, literally. Your commands to her were so strong and 
unfocused, any Mentalist within 5 miles could hear you. It's 
like you're trying to use a megaphone to communicate with a 
baby that's right next to you. You need to learn to focus 
your commands more." 

After she invited me into her mind to see how to best send 
and receive, I could only reply with a Homer Simpson, "Doh!" 
Another "I shoulda thunka that," moment.  "But how did you 
get here so fast," I wondered, hoping that she held the key 
to teleportation.

	She favored me with another smile. "I work the front 
desk. I even handed you the key to your room. Something you 
would've noticed if you hadn't been so blinded by lust." She 
went on to explain that she used her desk clerk position to 
keep tabs on local businessmen who were checking in for 
nooners. While they were distracted by their lovers, she 
scanned their minds for the latest business information. 
She'd used this information to parlay a thousand dollars 
into nearly a million dollars in the stock market. Best of 
all, trading in the market gave her a believable cover story 
to explain her wealth and relative success. It was insider 
trading...very inside. When I asked why she didn't just hang 
out in restaurants, her smile turned dusky as she licked her 
lips. "There are other benefits of working in a motel," she 
replied.

	I followed her eyes to where Christy lay sleeping on 
the bed, the sheets barely covering her torso and breasts. 
"What can I do to repay you for all your help?" I asked 
tentatively, already knowing the answer. At Gail's 
questioning look I could only nod. Next to Gail's valuable 
information, Christy was poor payment. But if that's who 
Gail wanted...

	I sat back in the overstuffed chair to watch. Gail 
approached the bed slowly, as though worried that Christy 
might awaken and protest. But that would never happen, 
thanks to the control waves Gail had begun projecting. I 
watched with interest as Gail placed Christy in an active 
dream state, making her fully pliable to spoken suggestions 
but not so awake as to question her own actions. Reaching 
the bed, Gail reverently removed the sheet from Christy's 
body, sighing delightedly at the beauty at her fingertips. I 
briefly considered mentally joining the two of them, but 
thought it might be a breach of etiquette. I definitely 
didn't want to alienate my first Mentalist friend. Besides, 
I could always pull the memory from Christy's mind later.

	"Move to the center," Gail murmured to the nude girl, 
before following her onto the bed. Unlike me, Gail was 
taking this slowly, delicately kissing Christy's lips, eyes, 
ears and neck. Her hands, though, betrayed her passion, 
quickly finding their way to Christy's fabulous breasts. 
Gail stroked and caressed every inch of the girl's  smooth, 
firm peaks, circling up from the base before flicking the 
hard, coarse nipples with her fingernail, causing  Christy 
to moan beneath her. Continuing her exploration, Gail's 
hands roamed freely over Christy's baby-soft skin, sliding 
over her curves, squeezing her buttocks, kneading her 
muscles and finally delving, sword-like, into the folds that 
lay between her legs. 

	My cock throbbed as Gail's tongue then followed the 
same path her hands had blazed, sucking and licking the 
sensitive nipples, tasting her sweat, inhaling her scent. At 
a mumbled command, Christy's legs flopped open, revealing 
her most intimate secrets to  an appreciative audience of 
two. Fully aroused, Gail wasted no time sliding her tongue 
into that tight slit that I'd so ardently fucked just 30 
minutes before.  The pink of her tongue disappearing into 
that puffy, pink valley mesmerized me, to the point where I 
had to start stroking my cock. As Gail bobbed her head into 
Christy's crotch, my cock pulsated in time, the pre-cum 
beading up like water from a leaking hose. 

	"God, what a hot, tight cunt," Gail exclaimed, before 
feverishly pressing her tongue deep inside the quivering 
slit, searching for the steamiest, thickest and most 
succulent juices. The effect this had on Christy was 
amazing. Mewling and whimpering like a lost kitten, she 
thrust her cunt farther onto Gail's tongue, begging in 
nearly incoherent grunts for a body-consuming release. Like 
a virtuoso, Gail brought her to the edge...and pulled away.

	"Make me feel that good, and then you'll get yours," 
she said to her now sobbing charge. 

	In no time, Gail had removed all her clothes, 
revealing a surprisingly attractive body. Where Christy was 
all sweeping curves and fragile limbs, Gail was fuller, more 
voluptuous. With her heavy breasts, full butt and strong 
legs, she looked to be more than a handful in bed. I 
wondered if I might get the chance to find out. 

	Without a single glance at me, Gail slid into bed, 
where Christy began kissing and caressing her. The longer I 
watched, the more I realized that Christy was literally 
recreating what Gail had done to her. Her wet tongue quickly 
found Gail's engorged nipples, flicking and nibbling them 
til they quivered. Then, kissing her way down Gail's 
writhing body, she wasted no time in pushing her face 
between Gail's meaty legs, finding a snatch already wet and 
dripping with desire. Like her mentor, Christy slammed her 
tongue deep into the waiting slit, as if striving to mark 
the back wall of her lover's endless cunt. 

	A few more words from Gail, and suddenly I was tempted 
by one of the most erotic scenes I'd ever witnessed, either 
on my own or in someone else's memories. Christy lay face up 
on the bed, her legs spread wide so that her sweet pussy was 
staring me straight in the face. Gail straddled her head, 
facing away from me, allowing me to admire the strong slope 
of her back and the sexy globes of her ass. To complete the 
picture, Christy was now hard at work pushing her tongue, 
teeth and lips hard into Gail's cunt, even as Gail humped 
the face below her. And by craning my neck to the side, I 
could watch Gail's heavy breasts swaying in time with her 
humping. I just had to get into that!

	"There's a hot pussy that's getting cold," Gail said 
loudly, without turning her head. I didn't need any further 
encouragement. Leaping onto the bed, I positioned my already 
rock-hard cock at the entrance to Christy's trembling cunt, 
and then plunged right in. She was as hot as any woman I'd 
ever had. Manipulated or not, I was convinced that Christy 
loved the lesbian scene. I quickly set up a regular rhythm, 
drawing my cock almost all the way out on every stroke so as 
to enjoy the tightness as much as possible. Despite Gail's 
tongue fuck and my good-sized cock, Christy's pussy hadn't 
stretched a bit. It felt heavenly.

	In my position over Christy, I often banged my head 
into Gail's back, but she didn't seem to mind. In fact, for 
a few moments she leaned back into me, allowing me to reach 
around and caress and pinch her tits and nipples. Then we 
got back to the work at hand, taking our pleasure from the 
slut below us. Drenched in sweat, rocking and rolling 
together on the bed, we approached orgasm together. Gail 
came first, her cries of ecstasy echoing off the walls even 
as she locked Christy's face between her legs. That set 
Christy off, who bucked and bolted beneath us, her tiny cunt 
literally vacuuming the cum from my balls. Gail then turned 
around to face me, her cunt still firmly planted on 
Christy's mouth, giving me a stunning look at her panting 
and heaving body. 

	That did it for me. I pulled out of Christy's fabulous 
cunt and aimed spurt after spurt of hot seed at the two of 
them, successfully targeting the spot where Christy's lips 
were still locked onto Gail's slit. Even as the sticky fluid 
dripped into Gail's folds, Christy frantically lapped it up, 
like a dog quenching its thirst after a hard run. Finally I 
leaned back, completely spent, while Gail absently rubbed 
her slit up and down Christy's face, spreading her juices 
and mine over our first conquest together. 

	"Welcome to the neighborhood," she smiled at me. 
"We're gonna have a fine time together."


