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THE BLOOD BANK part 2 of 4
THE BLOOD BANK part 2 of 4
“Please don’t call me that, waiting for my boyfriend, but he is late, so I think he is a bust”
“So lonely Ms. Swiftly, come and join us outside. Grab some of these beers.” Well done, Abbey, I did not even need to nudge.
Whilst they make their way out, I find Taylor's brother. Reward him by nudging a cheerleader he fancies into ignoring her friends and talking to him. Why do some girls do that? He was on her mind; she was playing hard to get, but he was about to walk away. Hey ho, another result for my feel-good factor chart.
I keep probing whilst monitoring the prize. Taylor’s boyfriend has arrived, and his mind is a slightly drugged open sewer. He was waylaid at some petrol station chatting to some girls in a car. I catch a fleeting glimpse in his mind of him dogging his male roommate earlier. So, I nudge him into tripping into some badass bikers near the door. Spilling their beers and falling onto their girlfriends. Whilst he is being roughed up, I nudge him to get the hell out of dodge. He leaves without a second glance back, his mind catching up with his roommate, so Taylor is better off all.
I found Taylor's brother and uses his eyes to watch the goths in the garden. It is one thing to see through a target’s eyes, but it helps to get an overview of dynamics from a third party.
Abbey as always is dressed in black, with long black hair with red streaks, a red-on-black Basque, a black skirt with stockings, and platform boots. I know her underwear; I have seen it enough times, and she will be in black silk panties.
Taylor is different, standing out in that crowd with her red skater dress and pumps. She is Blond, very geeky, with black-rimmed glasses. Despite looking as if she does not fit in, Abbey is keeping her in the conversation. But I pick up Taylor's new moniker Swiftly, which is wearing thin with her.
So I give Abbey a clearer vision of Taylor's facial changes at the next “Swiftly” comment through her beer haze and a nudge to cut it.
“Hey, Taylor, can we call you something else other than Swiftly?”
“Yes, Taylor is fine.”
The group laughs and I give them all a slight reward to reinforce the positive change.
Good girl Abbey. However, one of her groupies keeps muscling in on Taylor, despite her keeping close to Abbey. His mind is also a sewer, and he will spoil my plans, so I nudge his bladder, no use. So, I pick on one of the groups who he last slept with and nudge her into jealousy. Soon he is in a heated discussion about why he never picked her up earlier in the week. After a few simple nudges, they leave together.
“Hey, Jimmy, why do you keep looking at the girl and Goths over there?”
It is Taylor’s brother Jimmy's cheerleader friend now feeling jealous. So, I nudge her, making Taylor look a little younger and vulnerable in her eyes, then nudge Jimmy.
“It’s my sister, and she’s with some goths I’ve never seen before, so I’m keeping an eye out for her.”
“Awe, you are all heart.” I nudge her to hug Jimmy, and give her an endorphin reward and he puts his arm around her, so he gets one too. I catch an image in her mind of her practicing some gymnastics with jimmy and other jocks watching. So I pass that image over.
“I saw you girls practicing in the week, that backflip looked cool.”
“Wow, we didn’t think you jocks took any notice, but yeah, that has taken a while to get right, thanks.”
Nope, Jimmy didn't notice, but next week he will... Tee he.
Abbey’s group that is standing in the garden is restless, and a few are pondering on leaving to go to a bar. I scan a few minds and another group sitting poolside under a gazebo are settled in for the night. So, a few suggestive nudges in the right heads and the gazebo group move into the house. “As it is getting colder, and the party is inside.”
I nudge the goths into sitting on the more comfortable poolside furniture. Ensuring Taylor sits in a lounger next to Abbey. One of her minions gets a nudge and offers to get more beers, whilst in the kitchen, I guide him to some red wine and chips.
I have been quietly harvesting thoughts throughout the house. I now have five possibilities and I now know where they live. One must leave as she has to be up early to open the house for the pool man. I make a note to call in to see her tomorrow. All these new accounts will all have to wait. I want Abbey to have her little bonus. Although they seem to be making their own magic, Abbey has now sat close to Taylor on the same lounger, sharing the red wine.
I continue multi-tasking but keep a close eye on my prizes for the night. I throw in a few images of each other, in various themes to the other, based on each of their own earlier thoughts.
I sense that Jimmy and his cheerleader want to leave. He feels he should offer Taylor a lift home, before going on to a more jocks-only party. I nudge him with visions of Taylor being safe and looking more adult and send trusting nudges to Taylor. Although she has now been accepted into the goth group, especially with Abbey now making it clear that Taylor is with her.
“Hey, sis, I’m off to a gig do you want a ride home?” I nudged him to be sure there was not an invitation to the jock’s party in there. So, the option of returning home is disadvantageous to Taylor.
“You’re ok with us Taylor, I’ll see you are safe.” I nudged Abbey to reassure Taylor, with her hand on her knee, and sent an image of a motherly Abbey to Taylor.
“No, that’s ok Bro’.” I re-assure Taylor with a warm glow of trusting endorphins, helping her feel she has made the right decision.
Taylor’s mind is nervous as she is receiving another woman's affection. Abbey's hand drifts between her knee and holding her hand. Abbey unknowingly is not helping with arm hugs when laughing at various observations. All normal flirtatious behavior, but unsettling for a straight woman to realize that she is attracted to another woman. I support Taylor with comforting nudges.
Taylor is there, her eyes admiring Abbey’s features and even lingering on her breasts more than once. She likes Abbey's make-up, dark enough to be erotic but not scary. Now and then she is creating her own images of herself wearing Abbeys dress and Basque and in various stages of undress.
Abbey does not need any nudging; she is doing well. She wants to see Taylor in her underwear. I chose well knowing her likes and knowing her preference for the female form. Conversationally they match, even musically Abbey is quite eclectic in her likes, ignoring some of her heavier goth bands.
It is now the witching hour, and Taylor is feeling the chill. A few of the group were once again contemplating moving to a club. Nope, that will not work for my end game. So, I nudge Abbey into going against her usual party instinct. Giving her a warm comforting image of her and Taylor at her apartment, in bed together.
“Hey Taylor, you won't like the club and I'm weary now, my place is close, do you fancy a nightcap?”
I give Taylor a repeat nudge image of her the geek, transforming into a Marilyn Manson goth chick.
“Er ok, yeah, why not?” I catch Taylor reinforcing her image of her in Abbey’s clothes. Bingo!
I follow the Uber cab to Abbey's apartment. No, not by turning into a bat and flying, I just called another cab, I know where she lives. I arrive just after them and check around the neighboring streets, just to be 100% sure that there are no threats.
I watch from a dark corner across the street. I made sure Abbey left the door unlocked, it is a simple nudge. How many times have you found your front door unlocked in the morning? And yet you would swear you locked it.
Abbey guides Taylor through to the kitchen to mix some shots and drinks. Taylor’s mind is full of doubts and nerves. Here she is in a strange woman’s apartment who is obviously expecting sex. But she has never been with another woman. But she feels erotically attracted to her, captivated by her.
Abbey’s mind is the opposite: she was thinking of whips and chains, tying Taylor down, and hearing her scream. A quick nudge to Abbey shows an image of Taylor running terrified out into the street, never to return. Then a calmer image of Abbey as she is dressed tonight, to an appreciative Taylor, winning her the day.
To be continued
“Please don’t call me that, waiting for my boyfriend, but he is late, so I think he is a bust”
“So lonely Ms. Swiftly, come and join us outside. Grab some of these beers.” Well done, Abbey, I did not even need to nudge.
Whilst they make their way out, I find Taylor's brother. Reward him by nudging a cheerleader he fancies into ignoring her friends and talking to him. Why do some girls do that? He was on her mind; she was playing hard to get, but he was about to walk away. Hey ho, another result for my feel-good factor chart.
I keep probing whilst monitoring the prize. Taylor’s boyfriend has arrived, and his mind is a slightly drugged open sewer. He was waylaid at some petrol station chatting to some girls in a car. I catch a fleeting glimpse in his mind of him dogging his male roommate earlier. So, I nudge him into tripping into some badass bikers near the door. Spilling their beers and falling onto their girlfriends. Whilst he is being roughed up, I nudge him to get the hell out of dodge. He leaves without a second glance back, his mind catching up with his roommate, so Taylor is better off all.
I found Taylor's brother and uses his eyes to watch the goths in the garden. It is one thing to see through a target’s eyes, but it helps to get an overview of dynamics from a third party.
Abbey as always is dressed in black, with long black hair with red streaks, a red-on-black Basque, a black skirt with stockings, and platform boots. I know her underwear; I have seen it enough times, and she will be in black silk panties.
Taylor is different, standing out in that crowd with her red skater dress and pumps. She is Blond, very geeky, with black-rimmed glasses. Despite looking as if she does not fit in, Abbey is keeping her in the conversation. But I pick up Taylor's new moniker Swiftly, which is wearing thin with her.
So I give Abbey a clearer vision of Taylor's facial changes at the next “Swiftly” comment through her beer haze and a nudge to cut it.
“Hey, Taylor, can we call you something else other than Swiftly?”
“Yes, Taylor is fine.”
The group laughs and I give them all a slight reward to reinforce the positive change.
Good girl Abbey. However, one of her groupies keeps muscling in on Taylor, despite her keeping close to Abbey. His mind is also a sewer, and he will spoil my plans, so I nudge his bladder, no use. So, I pick on one of the groups who he last slept with and nudge her into jealousy. Soon he is in a heated discussion about why he never picked her up earlier in the week. After a few simple nudges, they leave together.
“Hey, Jimmy, why do you keep looking at the girl and Goths over there?”
It is Taylor’s brother Jimmy's cheerleader friend now feeling jealous. So, I nudge her, making Taylor look a little younger and vulnerable in her eyes, then nudge Jimmy.
“It’s my sister, and she’s with some goths I’ve never seen before, so I’m keeping an eye out for her.”
“Awe, you are all heart.” I nudge her to hug Jimmy, and give her an endorphin reward and he puts his arm around her, so he gets one too. I catch an image in her mind of her practicing some gymnastics with jimmy and other jocks watching. So I pass that image over.
“I saw you girls practicing in the week, that backflip looked cool.”
“Wow, we didn’t think you jocks took any notice, but yeah, that has taken a while to get right, thanks.”
Nope, Jimmy didn't notice, but next week he will... Tee he.
Abbey’s group that is standing in the garden is restless, and a few are pondering on leaving to go to a bar. I scan a few minds and another group sitting poolside under a gazebo are settled in for the night. So, a few suggestive nudges in the right heads and the gazebo group move into the house. “As it is getting colder, and the party is inside.”
I nudge the goths into sitting on the more comfortable poolside furniture. Ensuring Taylor sits in a lounger next to Abbey. One of her minions gets a nudge and offers to get more beers, whilst in the kitchen, I guide him to some red wine and chips.
I have been quietly harvesting thoughts throughout the house. I now have five possibilities and I now know where they live. One must leave as she has to be up early to open the house for the pool man. I make a note to call in to see her tomorrow. All these new accounts will all have to wait. I want Abbey to have her little bonus. Although they seem to be making their own magic, Abbey has now sat close to Taylor on the same lounger, sharing the red wine.
I continue multi-tasking but keep a close eye on my prizes for the night. I throw in a few images of each other, in various themes to the other, based on each of their own earlier thoughts.
I sense that Jimmy and his cheerleader want to leave. He feels he should offer Taylor a lift home, before going on to a more jocks-only party. I nudge him with visions of Taylor being safe and looking more adult and send trusting nudges to Taylor. Although she has now been accepted into the goth group, especially with Abbey now making it clear that Taylor is with her.
“Hey, sis, I’m off to a gig do you want a ride home?” I nudged him to be sure there was not an invitation to the jock’s party in there. So, the option of returning home is disadvantageous to Taylor.
“You’re ok with us Taylor, I’ll see you are safe.” I nudged Abbey to reassure Taylor, with her hand on her knee, and sent an image of a motherly Abbey to Taylor.
“No, that’s ok Bro’.” I re-assure Taylor with a warm glow of trusting endorphins, helping her feel she has made the right decision.
Taylor’s mind is nervous as she is receiving another woman's affection. Abbey's hand drifts between her knee and holding her hand. Abbey unknowingly is not helping with arm hugs when laughing at various observations. All normal flirtatious behavior, but unsettling for a straight woman to realize that she is attracted to another woman. I support Taylor with comforting nudges.
Taylor is there, her eyes admiring Abbey’s features and even lingering on her breasts more than once. She likes Abbey's make-up, dark enough to be erotic but not scary. Now and then she is creating her own images of herself wearing Abbeys dress and Basque and in various stages of undress.
Abbey does not need any nudging; she is doing well. She wants to see Taylor in her underwear. I chose well knowing her likes and knowing her preference for the female form. Conversationally they match, even musically Abbey is quite eclectic in her likes, ignoring some of her heavier goth bands.
It is now the witching hour, and Taylor is feeling the chill. A few of the group were once again contemplating moving to a club. Nope, that will not work for my end game. So, I nudge Abbey into going against her usual party instinct. Giving her a warm comforting image of her and Taylor at her apartment, in bed together.
“Hey Taylor, you won't like the club and I'm weary now, my place is close, do you fancy a nightcap?”
I give Taylor a repeat nudge image of her the geek, transforming into a Marilyn Manson goth chick.
“Er ok, yeah, why not?” I catch Taylor reinforcing her image of her in Abbey’s clothes. Bingo!
I follow the Uber cab to Abbey's apartment. No, not by turning into a bat and flying, I just called another cab, I know where she lives. I arrive just after them and check around the neighboring streets, just to be 100% sure that there are no threats.
I watch from a dark corner across the street. I made sure Abbey left the door unlocked, it is a simple nudge. How many times have you found your front door unlocked in the morning? And yet you would swear you locked it.
Abbey guides Taylor through to the kitchen to mix some shots and drinks. Taylor’s mind is full of doubts and nerves. Here she is in a strange woman’s apartment who is obviously expecting sex. But she has never been with another woman. But she feels erotically attracted to her, captivated by her.
Abbey’s mind is the opposite: she was thinking of whips and chains, tying Taylor down, and hearing her scream. A quick nudge to Abbey shows an image of Taylor running terrified out into the street, never to return. Then a calmer image of Abbey as she is dressed tonight, to an appreciative Taylor, winning her the day.
To be continued
Published 8th Oct 2022
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10th Oct 2022 5:43am
I like when I can read the previous chapter and get a better understanding as I delve into the presented one, what a nice carry over, my friend..
10th Oct 2022 8:29pm
