Chapter 7: 1.7
Chapter Text
Ugh.
As sexy as it had felt to go to sleep last night in the throes of your orgasm, it just feels gross when you wake up the next morning. You stumble out of bed, tiredly pulling your pants back on (not even bothering to do the buttons up, just pulling the zipper up and and wishing you hadn't taken them off so you wouldn't be so freezing this morning.
Then you shuffle your way to the bathroom and turn the shower on, taking your pants straight back off along with the rest of your clothes. Ugh.
At least the hot spray of water wakes you up some. You stand beneath it, luxuriating in the warmth radiating from your body and the feeling of stickiness washing away from your legs for long minutes before you finally feel awake enough to begin cleaning yourself.
Even after you've finished washing yourself, turned the shower off and headed back to your room, the sky outside is still dark. Glancing at the clock, you're startled to see it says it's only five thirty. You'd arrived home a bit after ten, and had definitely stayed awake for a while after that. How much sleep did you miss out on, and why were you awake now?
You shake your head, trying to shake the cobwebs out. Letting out a long sigh, you wander downstairs (closing the hallway door as you do so you don't accidentally wake Dad up) and turn the percolator on.The rich smell of coffee begins to permeate through the kitchen.
As the percolator bubbles away, you head out to the living room and hit the power button on the computer Dad had installed there a few months ago, wincing as the machine makes a loud grating sound. You really hope that didn't wake Dad up. You've been enough of a hassle for him lately.
The dial-up modem attempts to make an even louder screech when you power it up, but you just rip your shirt off and throw it over the modem in a huff of sudden anger. Stupid machine. Why did you decide to turn it on? You should have just left it alone.
The anger passes quickly, and you have to make a regretful trudge back to your room, completely bare from the waist up, to retrieve another shirt. While you're there, you pull a thick towel out of the linens closet, and throw it over the modem instead when you return back to the living room.
While the computer loads up, you head back out to the kitchen and pour yourself a mug of coffee, adding four sugars today. You take a mouthful, then grimace; that's way too sweet. You pour it out and make yourself a new mug, this time only putting one sugar in. For a moment, you're in heaven- then, abruptly, you almost gag as the bitterness overwhelms you.
You tip it out, and this time very carefully measure in your sugar, taking tiny sips of it as you go to test if it's sweet enough.
After the fourth spoonful, it is. You glare spitefully at the mug, tempted briefly to throw it to the ground and shatter it. The urge passes in a moment, leaving you to stare into the dark liquid, looking at your bewildered expression like it could explain what's going on to you. What had Dad put in the percolator last night to mess with your head like this?
Shaking your head, you take another small sip of the coffee. It's alright, although you'd prefer a bit of cream. There's some in the fridge still (Dad must have gone shopping at some point, you note absently- you'd forgotten, but there's food in here again), so you add some to your coffee and wander back out to the computer. It's loaded up by now, and the internet browser has already loaded. The home page is set to Dad's email. Hopefully he won't mind if you use the computer this morning, although he might. You chew anxiously at your lip at the thought.
You slowly your way back to PHO, the message board for capes. Slowly, because PHO is clearly not a site built for your connection; it takes two minutes to load any given page, and you have to reload pages twice as your connection crashes. Maybe you can convince Dad to sign up to one of the new ISDN services. Probably not, they're a lot more expensive. You don't need to remind him of how little money he's making just to satisfy your fetishes.
Navigating your way to Glory Girl's thread, you settle in to read it.
There's a lot of discussion about her boyfriend in the thread. A queasy feeling settles in your stomach the more you read about their relationship- a curious mix of guilt and arousal. Are you really going to seduce her, knowing she already has a boyfriend? Encourage her to cheat on her boyfriend with you?
You already know the answer. Of course you are.
Trying your best to push the self-recriminations to the back of your head, you try your best to just focus on the thread.
The book club starts at twelve on the dot, so you make sure to be on the bus by eleven. Dad sends you off with another hug and a pocket full of change scraped from the bottom of the change jar, just enough for you to afford the subsidized bus fare.
The bookstore that Glory Girl is holding her book club at is a charming little place. Surprisingly, it's not packed to capacity- in fact, despite you arriving at barely five to twelve, there are only three other people in there besides you, and one of them is a store clerk. One of the other two is a civilian, and the fourth is the girl you've come here to see. You instinctively begin using your power, delving into her emotions to find the one you're looking for. You're pretty sure it works, because Glory Girl floats over to you as soon as you walk into the store, apparently hearing the little bell above the door ringing to announce your entrance, and gives you a wide smile. "Hello!" she says brightly, hovering half an inch above the ground. "Are you here for the book club?"
You nod your head, flushing. Glory Girl is, actually, as pretty as all her photos made her out to be. You're used to people being dolled up to make them look so fantastic, but no- she is just naturally incredibly attractive. Even in ill-fitting civilian clothes, with a long, heavy jacket on, she's prettier than anyone you've met.
"Excellent!" She seems enthused, not at all let down by your sudden shyness. Before you can react, she grabs your hand and starts pulling you towards the staircase at the back of the store. She's gentle enough that she doesn't hurt you, but her grip is firm around your wrist. You actually feel a little indignant. You don't like being led around like this.
You swallow down your instinctive dislike of her actions, though, and follow her through the bookstore, up the stairs and into a cozy room. In here, there are well over a dozen people crowded around two large round tables, each holding a weathered copy of a book. The Riddle of the Sands, you vaguely remember from the PHO thread.
You take a moment to gauge her emotions. There's a lot of cheeriness in there, and a hint of naughtiness you'd like to investigate some, but you're more interested in pulling on her loyalty here. And- ah. Yes, it's running quite strong now. You actually tone yourself down a little, afraid of making what you're doing to anyone around you too obvious.
She looks consideringly around the room, searching for an empty spot. "Do you have a copy of the book?" she asks quietly.
You shake your head in response, causing her to frown. "Well," she says after a moment, "that's okay too. You can share mine." She glances at one of two empty seats on the end of the table.
Somewhere in the shop, a clock strikes twelve, a minute early by your watch. A grandfather clock, you presume; it's not soft enough to be anything else.
And then your attention is dragged away from the rest of the room when Glory Girl shrugs her heavy jacket off, revealing what she's wearing underneath, and places it on the back of her chair. Evidently, you're the only person who notices, the rest of them too absorbed opening their books and pulling notepads out from their bags to take in what she's wearing in the few seconds before she sits down.
It's like someone made a Glory Girl fetish costume, and then gave it to Glory Girl. You can definitely see where the outfit's creator took inspiration from her regular costume; it's got the same colour scheme, the same trimming, even the same style. But it's... tighter, and shorter. Instead of stretching below her belt like her regular costume, this one shamelessly bares her midriff, cutting off a bare few inches beneath her breasts and exposing her midriff to anyone who looked. The shirt's collar is cut much lower than normal, revealing an indecent view of her breasts- you're pretty sure you could rest your face within the hole of the material. And the whole shirt is just... tighter. It clings to her body, hugging and highlighting every curve and swell of her chest.
You glance back up at her face, and jerk back slightly when you see her watching you look at her. There's an amused expression on her face, but she doesn't say anything, or make any attempts to hide her body- at least from you. She's holding a large paperback version of the book upright in front of her, and her bag is sitting to her right leveled higher than her chest. Nobody but you can see what she's wearing. Suddenly worried, you pull hard on her loyalty, and watch as her eyes lid for a moment.
Without speaking, she slides her chair out a few inches and turns to the book, beginning to speak out across the room. You swallow as your mouth becomes suddenly dry.
Glory Girl's shirt wasn't the only thing altered. You'd seen a lot of pictures of her in her uniform this morning, including several that were less than decent, taken from roofs or after she'd been knocked down in a fight. So you know that Glory Girl normally wears a skirt that drapes a bit past mid-thigh, and a pair of athletic boyshorts beneath that, not giving anyone who looked a very interesting view.
The skirt she's wearing today isn't much shorter than normal, only an inch or two- you hadn't noticed earlier because the jacket had distracted you, which you now suspect was the intention. But when she'd sat down, her skirt had ridden up some, revealing not just an expanse of creamy flesh- oh, god- but also the fact that in place of her usual boyshorts, she is wearing a modest white thong.
By the smirk on her face when you look back up, you think she catches the shiver that sends through you. She does reach down and straighten her skirt, though, stopping you from getting a good glimpse of her thong again. Forbidden territory, then. Fair enough; she does still think that she's in an exclusive relationship with her boyfriend.
You try to pay attention to the discussion on the book, you honestly do. It's hard, though, when Glory Girl keeps shifting on her chair as she talks to the rest of the group, drawing your attention towards her bouncing breasts as she does so. Unlike when you looked at her panties earlier, she doesn't make any move to discourage you from looking down her shirt. In fact, you kind of suspect that she's subtly teasing you, although you can't tell why- she won't let you look at her panties, but is willing to let you look down her shirt? What kind of weird double standard is that?
She continues doing this through the entire two hour book club, and never once admonishes you for continuing to leer at her, although you know she catches you doing so at least four more times.
You're startled when the clock finally rings out twice, signalling two o'clock- the end of the book club. While everyone else is busy packing up their items and wrapping up their discussions, Glory Girl discreetly pulls her jacket off from the back of the chair she's sitting on and puts it back on, giving you a wink.
You sit beside Glory Girl, kind of afraid to get up and leave before her in case she's just waiting to do something horrible to you, until everyone else has left, a good twenty minutes. That's when she turns to you with a cheeky smirk on her face.
"Hi." She holds up her hand. "I'm Victoria Dallon. Who are you?"
Shit. You never did introduce yourself, either. You feel so much creepier than you intended, now. "Taylor Hebert," you squeak out in response. "Um, thank you for having me today?"
Victoria snickers, raising her eyebrow at you. You flush and look down at the floor. Okay, that had been a pretty bad attempt.
"You didn't seem to participate much," she continues, eyes dancing. "More of a watcher and listener then?"
You attempt a nonchalant shrug. She doesn't buy it. Yeah, you didn't think you were very good about hiding your shyness. "Sometimes. I'm usually better at taking a more active role in this kind of thing, though."
She snorts at that- actually snorts. You're a bit confused, but let it pass.
"Well, that's fine too." She nods to herself. "Just don't get too active, yeah? Other people were here first."
"Uh..." You let out a small, garbled noise. "That's okay," you eventually say with a pout. That's kind of unfair, you think- other people might have started attending before you, but they shouldn't get to have a more active role in discussions and stuff just because of that. You're pretty sure that's not how clubs are meant to work, otherwise they'd be pretty hostile to newcomers. Maybe it's because you didn't speak up very much today? "I'll probably be more active in future," you add. "Maybe I'll be first in line soon!"
A rough laugh bursts out of her. "Stranger things have happened," she concedes, "but I wouldn't count on it, Taylor."
Well, that was just rude. You were only shy for a little bit, and then she deliberately distracted you! Maybe. Or maybe you were just being rude. Still, a little miffed, you stare her directly in the eye and say, "Well, I will. Just wait, you'll see." Then, with an imperious look down your nose at her, you turn and walk away, ignoring the soft gasp and then the choked laughter from behind you.
You head into town and purchase some groceries Dad had missed when he went, since you're already here. He's usually pretty good, but he always forgets to buy new batteries for the TV remote and replacement filters for the percolator. You pay with a swipe of your card and head home, using the rest of the change Dad had given you for the bus fare.
By the time you get home, you're a bit less annoyed about how your encounter with Glory Girl had gone. Her shifting must have been an accident, then, if she didn't even bring it up with you afterwards. She didn't seem to mind you looking down her shirt, but she didn't encourage it, either- disappointing, but more than you'd expected from a girl with a boyfriend. And where did she get that costume, anyway? Why was she wearing it in public, yet took pains to avoid anyone besides you looking at it?
Still, that book club seems really snobbish. You'd want to go there again now even if Victoria wasn't there, just to prove to them that even someone they haven't met before can have interesting things to say.
That's a plan for next week, though. The book club only runs on Sundays, and you've got an entire week to go until your next one.
You put Victoria out of your mind for the moment.
You have three other girls you're planning for, anyway.
For the moment, you decide, you're not going to waste a whole week like you did last time. You've experimented with how far you can push your powers, now, and what you can convince people to do with them. And you've already got a start on some of them. Now, you're going to be able to have some real fun.
No- instead, you're going to take it a few days at a time, and see what developments you can push. If you stop to reevaluate midway through the school week, you think, you should be able to keep on top of things.
So, for the first half of this school week, you plan to...
Actions
Top Previous Chapter Next Chapter
Kudos
Shepard45, Nekowithascythe, Lochagos, DragonTank186, General_Fiye, Acc4ao3, blunotepassion, Purple_Qualia, REGIKING, Machiavellius, Unusualsombrero, Anobuthix, TBP100, sweav14, Xentiz, MrTwistedFox, Mattz43, nexus4123, Annabellum, vilhelm, GhostRiderAlpha, ArcalRanem, Josuares, Nekonez, NozomiWrites, Aillesdail, Riverking, Florence12, KingJellus, BladeBanner, Maiden_Soliloquy, Hahaloluwu, iarna, CambrianTimebomb, SilviaNorton, Nyaaaaa, Teebeutel, Morgrim, quomblonx, Alvaraiz, Thatissotinsel, Bondini_the_fabulous, Celti, Cooldownnow, Asphalt_Stars, WarcrimesAreMagic, Cerevox, Dimasik841, Volkosaurus, Hi_Im_Envy, and 136 more users as well as 468 guests left kudos on this work!
Comments
Post Comment
Note:
All fields are required. Your email address will not be published.
Guest name:
Guest email:
(Plain text with limited HTML ?)
Comment
10000 characters left
Footer
About the Archive
Site Map
Diversity Statement
Terms of Service
DMCA Policy
Contact Us
Policy Questions & Abuse Reports
Technical Support & Feedback
Development
otwarchive v0.9.343.9
Known Issues
GPL by the OTW