tsescher: DEALER BY PROXY, PT 1: STREET WALKER And then I spotted him. The perfect candidate…
tsescher: DEALER BY PROXY, PT 1: STREET WALKER And then I spotted him. The perfect candidate… thick and fearless, walking down the street while texting on his phone in dark sunglasses. Whoever you are today is not what matters, my friend. What matters is who you will be tomorrow. Me. I focused on him intently, feeling his heartbeat alongside mine. His racing thoughts and emotions slowing to a halt. He dropped his head and his arms went limp. His phone clattered along the sidewalk. He was ready. I thought hard about his next move. Each of my proxies took some getting used to. They moved in different ways, spoke in different ways and activated different muscles. It was fun to work out exactly who I wanted them to be like, but the most important thing is that they do my bidding and keep my identity safe. Pulling his “strings” with my mind, he bent down stiffly to retrieve the phone and handed it to me. I quickly synced it with mine and posed him like a badass with fingerguns in the air. After snapping a quick photo, I sent it to the boss along with a text that read: OUR NEW RECRUIT. A couple of women passed by and eyed him curiously. No doubt undressing him with their eyes. I tucked his hands in his pocket and had him lick his lips as he followed them with his gaze. His jeans started to tent as I pumped blood to his cock. He grabbed the phone out of my hands and jogged towards them. Now was the first test.”Hey ladies,” he said as I squeezed a gravelly baritone out of his lungs. I tugged the right corner of his mouth up into a flirty smirk. “I’ve got a bet with my friend over there.”They looked to me. I waved back with a smile. “He says I’m getting fat. What do you think?” I focused on gripping his fingers, then rigidly tugged his shirt upward. They gasped in unison. Fortunately the women weren’t focused on his graceless movements, but on the god-like ripples along his torso and the thick steak-like chest with a tattoo peeking out underneath his white t-shirt. “You’re not fat at all,” the blonde lady cooed. “Not one bit,” said the brunette. I had him step toward the blonde. She gazed up at her reflection in his sunglasses as he towered over her. “You wanna touch them?” he asked cockily. “Go ahead.” She bit her lip in hesitation, then timidly placed fingertips on his abs. A shiver visibly ran through her body. “Whoa…” she said, impressed. Her fingertips slid slowly down the jagged crevices of muscle until they touched the elastic band of his black Calvin Klein underwear. “Don’t stop there,” he teased smoothly. Her fingertips tucked into the band of his underwear. I focused on the feeling, broadcasting his senses onto me. I felt his breathing start to labor as his pulse rose, feeling him suck breath into his expansive lungs. His power and virility seemed to pulse through my body like a dual ache. Her fingers curled around my shaft as as I felt her start to stroke. Her friend watched in silence, shocked and aroused. As the brunette stepped forward, I felt her fingers connect with his marble slab of a chest. Leaning into the blonde’s ear he growled, “I’m going to fuck you both tonight, and I want my friend over there to watch.” They nodded in agreement as he shot me a thumbs up. Who says I have to be all work and no play? This is going to be FUN. -- source link
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