The auctioneer droned on, "who'll give me twenty dollar, twenty dollar, twenty dollar, who'll give me twenty dollar twenty dollar, twenty dollar. Come on people, we have a box of antique jewelry that's at least worth ten times what we're asking here. We have to move this stuff, so please, someone out there give me twenty dollars."

Drew thought about it for another second, and then slowly raised his hand. "Finally, we have a bid of twenty dollars. Do I hear twenty five, sold, to the man in the blue plaid shirt for twenty dollars, he stole it from you ladies and gents, our next item up for bid is..............."

Drew made his way through the crowd up to a table where he paid his twenty bucks and picked up his box of old jewelry and knick knacks. As he carried his prize to the car he thought. "Why in the hell did I buy this old junk, what a waste of money." He tossed the box into the back seat of his car and headed for home.

He popped open a can of beer and plopped down at the kitchen table. He opened the lid of the card board box and peered inside, immediately he picked up a small wooden case with a silver clasp.

Carefully flipping open the small latch, he lifted the top and much to his surprise, encased on a blue velvet cloth was a polished piece of amethyst hanging from a thin leather string. "Wow," he mumbled while holding it in his hand, "it's beautiful."

As he examined it closer, he detected some writing etched in its stone face. With the aid of a magnifying glass he read. "Who ever wears this amulet around his neck, will have the power to control minds and wills."

"What a bunch of bullshit," he said with a laugh, "but it's still a pretty stone," while putting the leather strap around his neck. Little did he realize how much the little stone would change his life forever.

Stepping into an empty elevator to make the ride to the twentieth floor where he was a junior executive with an investment banking company, Drew pushed the button for his stop and waited for the doors to close. At the last moment, a young blonde with big breasts slipped through the sliding door and punched her floor. Both of them nodded at each other, in a sort of elevator form of etiquette, and then as usual, stood silently as the car made its accent.

Out of the corner of his eye Drew mentally undressed the big boobed beauty and thought to himself, "I wonder what size those baby's are?"

His mouth almost dropped to the floor when out of the blue she turned to him and said calmly, "They're 34C."

"Excuse me?" Drew replied in a stunned voice.

"My bra size," she answered, "it's 34C." The door to the elevator slid open and Drew stepped into the corridor while looking over his shoulder with his mouth agape.

"Sweet Jesus in heaven," he said aloud while entering his office complex. "How in the hell did she know what I was thinking?"

While still trying to figure out what happened, he took his seat behind his desk, he picked up his copy of the Journal and forgot all about it.

Later in the morning as he was pouring over some trading charts, a knock on his door frame made him look up to see the mail girl standing in the doorway. "Come on in, Jill," he said with a nod. "What have you got for me today?"

"Not much, Mr. Carter, just the usual," she replied brightly, as she dropped the rubber banded cluster of mail on his desk. He couldn't help wondering if this little nymph had a shaved pussy.

"I trim it, so my bush doesn't show when I wear a swim suit," she offered, before turning heal and leaving him sitting there in stunned silence.

"W-what the hell is going on here?" he said softly. "First the blonde on the elevator, and now Jill." He leaned back in his chair with his hands clasped behind his head, he felt the small stone press into his flesh under his shirt and thought. "It can't be, it's just a old piece of rock." Still, his curiosity was piqued, so he decided to make a little test.

He pressed the button on his intercom and spoke, "Jean, can you please bring in the charts for last Thursday."

Moments later, his secretary executive assistant appeared at the door with the requested documents and said, "Gott'em right here boss."

As she walked towards him with the charts, he concentrated and thought. "When is the last time you got fucked, Jean?"

She handed him the charts and said easily, "Last night," and then calmly as you please left his office and returned to her desk.

"Holy smokes," he said, it works, it really works."

Drew now realized that he could get people to reveal things to him, but the real question was whether he could get someone to actually do his bidding. Taking a walk to the coffee room, he passed the office of another junior exec, Blair Owens, who the other j.e.'s considered to be an ice queen.

He stuck his head into her office and asked, "Hey, Blair, I'm going for coffee, do you want me to get you a cup?"

She looked up at him over the top of her glasses and replied curtly. "No, thank you, I already have some."

He paused for a second before leaving her office and thought to himself, "When I get back from the coffee room I want you to have your panties laying in the middle of your desk."

Nervously Drew poured a cup of coffee and slowly walked back to his office, stopping casually in front of Blair's office to peer inside. "Christ alive," he said to himself, "she fucking did it. Her panties are sitting right in the middle of her desk. Now growing more bold, he thought as he stared at her. "Reach under your dress and finger your cunt."

Almost automatically, Blair casually began fingering her pussy while he stood in her doorway watching her. Looking around to make sure no one else was coming, he thought. "Call yourself a fucking whore."

Now nearing an orgasm, Blair sighed, "I'm a fucking whore."

"Okay," he thought, "blow your nut for me, cunt." Almost instantly, her whole body shook as a climax enveloped her pussy. Now taking a little pity on her, Drew let her relax and get back to work. Sitting back down at his desk, Drew couldn't wait for lunch, he had a lot of thinking to do.

On his way to lunch he stopped at Jean's desk to check for messages, and thought. "Did you suck him off last night too?"

Again, calmly and casually she replied, "Of course."

"Did you swallow?" he thought.

"Oh, yes, I swallowed it all," she answered back. Elated at his discovery, he headed off for lunch. Again, he was alone on the elevator with an attractive woman and thought. "Reach out and touch my cock."

Suddenly a small hand snaked out and grabbed a handful of his crotch, while feeling around for his pecker.

"Do you suck?" he asked using only his mind.

"Yes," she replied.

"When we get down stairs, follow me, when I tell you too, you'll drop to your knees and suck me off."

Like an obedient dog, the woman followed Drew into a store room and immediately dropped to her knees when he pulled out his now rock hard cock. "Suck it baby, suck it good," he thought, "and let me cum in your mouth."

It was dead quiet in the small room, except, that is, for the smacking sound of lips on the head of his pecker. Hungrily she worked the head of his pecker until it spurted all over her lips and into her mouth.

Now taking another chance, instead of thinking it he said out loud. "Show me your pussy." Again, without a hint of question, the stranger lifted her dress and exposed her hairy pussy to him. He reached out and quickly brought her to an orgasm with his finger while she stood impassively holding up her dress.

After zipping up he said. "After I leave, wait a minute before you leave, have a nice day."

Sitting in the cafe around the corner from his office he decided to have some fun with one of the waitresses as he thought. "Your pussy itches like the devil and you have to scratch it." Standing in the middle of the restaurant, as if she were alone, the waitress slipped her hand inside of her jeans and worked over her slit like there was no tomorrow, and of course, before long, everyone in the place was pointing and laughing at the lascivious behavior of the young woman with her hand in her pants.

Drew noticed one woman who was making more fun of the waitress than anyone else, so he decided to have a little fun with her. "Stand up, take off your top and play with your tits," he thought. Again, as if controlled by a strange force, the middle aged woman stood up and did as she was told.

The whole place was a buzz as they watched one woman rubbing her cunt, while another was calmly cupping and manipulating her big jugs. One of the woman's friends was trying to get her to sit down and cover herself, so Drew gave her the message to take off her panties and masturbate for the crowd. "Oooooo's, and ahhhhh's," came from the crowd as the young lady sat on a table top and furiously fingered her dripping pussy so that everyone could see her.

Again using the power of suggestion, he ordered, "Beg for someone to eat your cunt."

Now in a fit of extreme sexual arousal, the little masturbator pleaded, "Please, somebody eat me, I need to have a mouth on my cunt." No one moved, not wishing to get involved in such a wild scene, until Drew suggested that the waitress with her hand in her pants orally satisfy the begging little bitch.

The crowd actually cheered as the mouth of the waitress attached itself to the pussy of the masturbating cunt. Drew chuckled as he dropped some money on the table for his lunch, and just before leaving, showed some mercy on the out of control women and thought, "Just for another five minutes." Then he left.

The elevator was packed with men and women returning from lunch, but for some reason, all of the women began rubbing their vaginas right through their dresses and skirts. The men just stared as all of the females itched their pussies right in front of them. As Drew stepped off at his floor, he gave one final command to the women, show the men your pussies. As the door slid shut, he could just make out several of the women pulling up their skirts and pulling down their panties.

Now secure with his power, he wandered through the office making everyone strip, both males and females. One more quick suggestion and all of the men were getting blown by their female work mates, all that is, except for Jill, the cute little mail room girl. He had her follow him back to his office where he had her sit naked on his desk and masturbate for him. She had a very cute pussy and it didn't take her long at all to rub herself to a really hard orgasm.

Drew asked her if she had ever sucked a pussy, and when she said no, he went over to Blair's office and had her follow him back to his office. He then had Jill go down on Blair's hot cunt bringing her to a shattering climax. Then he turned them around and had Blair eat out Jill. It was evident that both of them were very oral, as each of them brought the other to climax very quickly.

Jill was petite and trim, Blair had a very large set of boobs and a big fat ass, so Drew decided it would be a good idea if Blair nursed Jill with her large breasts. Jill lay in the arms of the bigger woman, with her nestled against her chest and her mouth eagerly sucking one of Blair's big hard nipples. Even though both women were normally heterosexual, Drew made sure that he suggested that from now on, they would take turns eating each other out at least once a day.

The big boss, Mr. Cotter, had the corner office overlooking the lake, but when Drew looked inside, he wasn't admiring the view, instead he was getting his cock sucked by Gretta, his secretary of twenty odd years. At fifty five she was kinda old and saggy, but it was obvious that this wasn't the first cock she had ever sucked.

He chuckled a bit and was about to return to his own office when low and behold he ran into Mrs. Cotter, she must have come down town and was stopping in to see her husband. Drew decided to have a little fun, so he said. "Hi Mrs. Cotter, let me escort you to your husband's office."

He opened the door just in time so that both he and Mrs. Cotter witnessed her husband losing his load into his secretary's mouth. Mrs. Cotter stood stunned, frozen in her tracks as she watched in utter dismay as her hubby was getting a good suck job from Gretta.

Finally when she was able to speak, she was about to scream a string of expletives at her husband, but instead, she calmly asked if Gretta would kindly suck her pussy for her. The sixty year old matron began undressing while Gretta led her over to a large chair where she sat her down and lowered her mouth to the older woman's dripping hot box. Her husband watched with an amused smile on his face as his secretary licked his wife to a hard quick orgasm.

Just before he closed the door and left the happy threesome, Drew suggested that Mr. Cotter fuck both of the woman one after the other. As the door silently shut, Drew saw both women lay down on the floor and spread their legs in anticipation of a good hard fucking.

That evening back at his home, Drew ordered a pizza from the local shop and sat down to watch a little television. When the door bell rang, he grabbed a twenty from his wallet and opened the door, only to be faced with a pretty red headed pizza delivery girl.

She handed him the pizza, he handed her the twenty, and then, with just a thought, she came into his living room and showed him her fiery red furred pussy. As he buried his face into her hot muff he thought, "Just like the advertisement says, we deliver it hot or you get it free."