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."