psionic_virus | Nothing To See Here [locked RP]

Nothing To See Here [locked RP]

In these days of security cameras backed by facial recognition software, of millimeter-wave scanners, or constant electronic surveillance, who would ever consider any place as open and innocuous as a mall food court to be someplace dangerous?

Certainly none of the people casually moving in and out of area, who might feel a slight tingle at the back of their minds as they cross the food court's outer border, but they didn't see or hear or even do anything unusual while they were there, did they? No, everyone within that space is very clearly comfortable there, like the overweight young woman behind the Sbarro counter who was currently having her pussy eaten by her quarterback classmate who just the other day had mocked her in the school hallway. Or the career women at the corner table, spontaneously modeling their latest purchases from Victoria's Secret for one another, a fashion show that was quickly descending into a girl-on-girl tryst. Or the female security guard getting double-teamed by the teenage delinquents she'd been escorting out of the mall after catching them shoplifting.

And the one most clearly at ease with his surroundings was the handsome, dark haired man in the center of it all, sitting at a table with a beauty from Hot Dog on a Stick kneeling between his legs, the top of her brightly-colored uniform dress pulled down to her waist, and her equally garish hat bobbing up and down while she sucked his cock.

This man was the only one really watching, really seeing everything going on. And as such, he was the one who saw when she entered the zone of his control.

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The first thing most people tended to notice about Masane was her chest. There were a number of jokes that had been made about it, not the least of which referring to her as Masamune, though the translation intended by it was "Undefeatable Breasts". That she was also a bearer of the Witchblade enriched the name, but was irrelevant at the moment. She was the perfect image of a MILF with the shape of her chest and rear, especially for a Japanese woman.

"Come on Riko. Let's get some lunch and then I promise we'll get you that game you wanted." She smiled at her adoptive daughter as they walked into the food court, oblivious to the depravity going on around them. She had a number of clothing bags tucked onto her arm while her little girl followed holding hands. The black haired child smiled and nodded, holding her own bag of new cooking utensils as they walked up to one of the food counters.

The shapely woman caught Jason's eye immediately. Where most of the females around at the moment were teenage girls or diet-shrunk suburban soccer moms, this one was built to impress, which she did from both in front and behind. Not that he minded slim or athletic bodies, this one simply suited his whim at the time. He watched patiently while she procured food for her child, and found a place to sit. Jason's powers reached out, essentially surrounding the little girl in a protective bubble, rendering her clueless as to anything unusual around her, in particularly her guardian's absence.

Jason next cast thoughts into the woman's mind, reassuring her that the girl was fine and that what she really wanted to do was come to his table and meet him. When she finally approached, he gestured for her to sit.

"What's your name?" he asked, putting a hand on the head of the girl still working his cock with her mouth to slow her down.

Masane's body really was that perfect balance of fat and muscle. Even without the enhancements of the Witchblade she was in good shape, but her ass and breasts were coveted nearly as much as her weapon was, but certainly by a wider audience.

She chatted amiably with her adopted daughter, mussling her hair and making sure she had everything she needed. The little one held herself with a greater sense of maturity than her mother as she started looking through a cookbook as Masane wandered off. She sat down across from Jason with her lunch, casually unwrapping her cheeseburger and munching on a frenchfry even as she responded.

"Mphmm, Masane. Masane Amaha."

(ooc: I saw ageplay on your list and included Rihoko at the top as an option, but it's up to you if you want to do anything to her.)

As the woman approached, Jason grew more intrigued with her. He grasped the girl between his legs by the hair and pulled her away from his cock. His power reached out to the teen. "That's enough for now, but stay close in case I call on you." With a nod, the girl took a seat at a nearby table, placidly watching them as though simply passing the time.

Jason's attention returned to the older woman, and he nodded. "Masane. Nice to meet you. All you need to call me is 'Sir'."

"Tell me, Masane, when was the last time you were properly fucked?"

[OOC: Gotcha. Probably not, but I'll let you know.]

Masane didn't think anything of why the girl was under the table or what she was doing down there, but she was still polite enough to give her a friendly nod as she moved to sit down nearby. As his attention returned to her, hers was drawn back to his like the pull of gravity.

"Yes, Sir." She tapped her finger on her chin, looking up and off to do the math in her head. "It's been a long time. A couple years I guess. My boss is nice and I'd love to date him but he seems a bit too wrapped up in things. Or he says the wrong thing and ruins the moment." She smiled and touched her bracelet. At least she knew he liked her for more than just this.

(ooc: sorry I keep mentioning the witchblade, it's not important to this rp but it's important to the question she was asked)

"That is an absolute shame," Jason replied, his eyes roving over Masane's figure once more. "A body like that was made to be enjoyed, not kept covered up and on a shelf." He nodded at the rest of her explanation, making a brief note of her attachment to the bracelet on her wrist, but saw nothing unusual.

"I'd like to see that body, come to think of it. Show it to me. Take off your clothes." He told the woman, as politely and casually as if he were asking her the time of day.

[OOC: No worries.]

She smiled at the compliment. At least she thought it was a compliment? He was saying nice things but there was something off about it. Still, he was the one saying them so it felt good to her and it was too troublesome to think about.

"Hmm? Sure." She stood up and without much preamble started with her yellow shirt, tugging off the sports bra underneath as she went. Her breasts were ample and heavy as they came into view, the sports bra clearly serving as a poor replacement for something of better value and make. They also hung nicely as she bent at the waist to take down her jeans and panties. Soon she was standing naked in front of him, hands on her hips as she waited the appraisal of his inspection.

[OOC: So sorry this took so long. Been having one of those weeks.]

It wasn't exactly a striptease, but then Jason hadn't requested one. Besides, Masane clearly knew that she was being looked over, and displayed herself well. He tsked at the sight of her plain, utilitarian underthings, then let his eyes rake over the woman's body with undisguised leering. She really was something else, and despite having had his cock in a warm mouth for some time already, the man knew exactly what he was going to do with her.

"Let me be yet another person to compliment your breasts, Masane. I'm sure they get much attention. In fact, I think you want to give them some attention yourself right now. They're just aching for it, aren't they? Sit on this table and play with them."

Masane could have put on a striptease if she wanted to, though it may have looked more clumsy on the outside than she thought it would. Despite her killer body she actually had little experience in using it that way. She had that odd combination of being blessed by genetics and having a sour and defiant personality. It was good Jason had ways of getting around that. For the moment she was taking his staring in stride, moreso than she would normally.

"Mmm yeah." Smiling at his compliment she inelegantly climbed onto the table, using the chair and then sitting down as opposed to any expert twirling. But soon she was sat in front of him, sitting crosslegged which wasn't ideal but still showing off as her hands began to fondle and squeeze her ample tits.

Jason smiled. Masane was... inelegant, perhaps, but he hadn't been looking for a professional seductress. He was more interested in what he could do to ordinary people he happened to find interesting or attractive, and thus far, the woman sitting on the table before him fit the bill. However, he wanted more.

"You're enjoying that, aren't you Masane? It doesn't just feel good, although your tits feel very good being played with, but you're enjoying putting on this display for me. You like having me watch, and you hope I'm enjoying it. You hope you're turning me on. Perhaps if you want to make sure, you can show me something else you think might be even sexier."

Masane nodded in answer to his question. In truth it did feel good, but at his words her cheeks grew flush and her body heated as she kept mauling and rubbing her breasts. Her hands swept in big circles, tugging them around, occasionally stopping to squeeze or to pinch a nipple. She gasped as she kept on playing with herself and as she did so she spread her legs to sit bow legged in front of him with her moistening pussy on display.

Much like the rest of her it was a lovely bit of humanity but not particularly groomed, her hair down below not overgrown but not artistically groomed either. Her gasps heightened as he watched her, the table rocking a bit as her hips began to sway and her plump rear squeaked on the tabletop.

[OOC: Found the notif!]

Without a doubt, Jason was enjoying the show. He'd been able to tell from the first moment that Masane was not the sort of person who found this comfortable in her real life, so twisting her into an exhibitionist slut was going to be very amusing.

Legs spread now, her pussy looked ripe for more attention. If he decided to keep the woman around, he could make sure she'd have plenty of motivation to keep herself groomed to his liking, but for now, he didn't mind. But he did want to press things along. "Not bad, Masane. But I can see it in you. You know that's not enough. You know what you want to do more than anything right now to turn me on is play with your pussy. Rub it, stroke it, push your fingers inside. That's what you really think will get me."

Edited 2017-05-10 22:21 (UTC)

Beggars couldn't be choosers when it came to random public mind control, but that was just how the world worked. Not to mention the fun to dragging people out of their usual comfort zones. As he talked to her, her eyes lit up and her smile widened. She began to go from simply making herself feel good to feeling good about what she was doing.

One hand kept on her breasts while the other slipped between her legs. She split her lips wide, plunging her fingers inside. She pumped her fingers in deep and twisting strokes, then shifting to rub the heel of her palm on her clit or rub across her lips. She'd bring it back up to lick the juices and leave her hand nice and clean before continuing, making a nice show of it while keeping eye contact with him the whole while. "Mnghmnmmmmm, so tasty~"

As the woman started in with pleasuring herself, Jason's eyebrows rose, impressed with her performance. With how she'd been so far, he'd been expecting a bit more reservation, but now it seemed he'd twisted enough of her perceptions to release more of her inhibitions than he'd guessed. The relish with which she cleaned her fingers of her wetness between stroking and fucking herself was a particularly nice touch.

"That's more like it. That's the stuff you love to do for me so much. I like seeing how much it turns you on to put on this show for me, Masane. And even better, how much you enjoy begging me to do more than watch."

Masane was always a bit more reserved than she looked, but the Witchblade had a way of bringing out her inner lust, or perhaps it was the blade's own that was seeping into her own soul. Either way, as she got going Jason's powers certainly were letting more of it out and free.

She groaned around her fingers as he spoke, her tongue taking extra turns and twists to scoop of every drop of her own essence. Her other hand plunged faster, her rear scooting forward as she pushed her fingers into herself to the hilt, making sure he had a nice clear view. "Mnnnhh, mmmmmm. I'm glad you like it. But don't you want to do more? Watching me can't be enough. Don't you want to plunge your dick into my pussy? Or between my tits? I know everyone else does. Don't tell me you don't like my body?"

(ooc: saw your balloon cumplay prompt in the other byok post and I'm down with it if you want to include it)

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