Controlling the Girl Next Door (The Magic Remote Book 1) (2 page)

Though, Carmen noted with a certain satisfaction, it
did
seem to be something of a struggle for him.

“It's just, really important. I think it could be important, you know? Like really important.”

“You mean it's like, important?” Carmen teased.

He didn't seem to catch on. “Yeah, exactly! Like, for science!”

She rolled her eyes as he turned around and stepped inside the house. She followed him in, and immediately crinkled her nose. The smell of cat urine was permeating through everything.

“Do you have cats, here?”

“Oh yeah,” he said. “Tom and Jerry.”

“Jerry was a mouse.”

“Well,” he shrugged. “Not in this house.”

“Look,” she said, striking her hands through the air. “No offense, but this place stinks, and I really don't like cats. So, whatever it is you need to show me, let's do it outside.”

His face changed then, though he still smiled. The smile went from wide, open, and excited, kind of like a boy's smile, to something cold. Something more knowing and mature.

“Okay, Carmen,” he said. “You're the boss. Wait here, okay? I'll be right back.”

She did wait, taking a look around. Every floor was covered in gross carpet. There were pictures of people everywhere. Family, she supposed. The walls were covered in bad paint and worse flowery wallpaper. Where was the art? Where were the plants? Who could live like this?

She heard steps thump down the stairs.

“Carmen, pay attention,” she heard him say, and then there was a bright, violet light.

* * * * *

C
armen loved this house. It was such a nice place. She was really glad Jared had brought her here.

“I'm just, so impressed by the décor here,” she said.

They were in his bedroom. This was her favorite room in his house. That was a perfectly natural thing to feel, to really love this bedroom that was so great.

“Thanks,” he said.

She was on his bed. She was sitting next to him on his bed. She would have been uncomfortable—he was so much older than her, after all, but she liked this room so much that it was okay just to sit there.

And the smell of the place! She inhaled deeply. It was heavenly.

“So what did you want to show me? Besides this ultra-cool room, I mean.”

It
was
an ultra-cool room. He had posters of half-naked women everywhere, interspersed with tall decals of skull-clad video game heroes and sports teams she hadn't heard of. It was a totally great room to be inside of, at any time.

“It's this videotape,” he said. “I want you to watch some of it with me.”

He pressed the remote.

“VHS?” she asked. “That's really . . . old.”

“Yeah,” he said. “It's okay, though.”

Sure, right. It was okay. Keep an open mind, Carmen. New experiences can be really fun. She believed that totally.

The video started playing. There was an old man for an instant, and then a young woman answering questions. Soon she was repeating everything she heard. The video skipped around, and then the woman was masturbating.

“Jesus, Jared!” Carmen stood up. “Is this a porno? Is that why you brought me here?”

“No!” he said, protesting. He paused the video. The woman's face was lolled to one side, her face in ecstasy. “Look! It's real life. This actually happened.”

“Pornos actually happen all the time.”

“But . . . no, I mean he really controlled her. He used this stuff.”

He pointed behind her on the bed. There was a clicker and a crown-looking thingy.

“You can't be serious.”

“I really am.”

Carmen looked down at him. Her eyes trailed down to his crotch—he was getting a boner! Oh, gross! He looked panicked, suddenly, like he saw what she had seen.

Enough was enough. She didn't care
how
great of a room this was, she had to leave right now.

“Look,” she said. “Clearly you're, um, really excited by all of this, but I'm not. So I'm leaving.”

She walked to the door. She heard some shuffling behind her, the bed springs groaning. Her hand was around the knob when he said her name. There was a flash of violet.

* * * * *

G
od, Jared was super cute. Did he have a girlfriend? She hoped not. She wanted to fuck him.

She wanted him to be the one to fuck her. Her
first.
The thought bounced around her mind happily.

They were on his bed. Her hands were on his thighs, happily stroking him through the fabric of his shorts. His bulge, quite visible, quite delicious-looking, was just beyond where her fingers stroked.

Not for long, though.

“So, this device, I think it's not really total mind control. I think it just encourages people to believe whatever they hear. Really, really encourages them. I guess my grandpa kept it secret, somehow. Or maybe he just never used it after the first time.”

“Uh huh.” she said, sliding her hand up around his thick bulge. It was so warm. “Did you know I'm a virgin?”

“I wonder—ooooh kaay.” Jared shuddered, leaning back. “I did . . . didn't tell you to say . . . no, I didn't know that.”

Carmen giggled. “You're really fucking cute, did you know that?”

“Oh yeah?” he leaned back into his bed and the pillows there.

She leaned in, getting on her knees on top of the bed, crawling toward him. With a deep yawn, Jared leaned back even more, and smiled at her confidently

“
Oh
yeah. Super cute. You're probably the cutest guy in the whole town, I think. I would be, like, really lucky to be able to hang out with you whenever you wanted.”

“Is that so?”

She nodded, leaning forward. Her lips perilously close to his.

“I don't know how I can help myself around you. You're so cute. You're probably the cutest guy in town. Can we hang out? I would feel really lucky if we did that”

She shook her head a bit, staring at the ground. Had she just said that?

Her eyes found Jared again. Who cares what she said? He was so cute.

He brought up a hand to her face, cradling it slightly. His breath on her lips. She moaned and slid forward, melting her mouth to his. Her hands stroking on his bulge even harder.

She brought one hand forward on the bed to steady herself, and hit something hard.

“Ow,” she said, picking up the gold crown from before. It fascinated her, for some reason. “Hey, what is this, anyway? Weren't you going to tell me?”

He smiled. “I've shown you already.”

“Shut up!” She said, laughing. He was such a tease. “No, you didn't.”

“I did. Remember? I explained how it protects the wearer from the effects of the remote. I figured it out by watching the video a few times.”

“The remote?”

“The one that makes people believe that whatever they're told. And then when the effect has worn off, they don't remember.”

“Wait a minute,” said Carmen, shaking her head. She stood up and looked at the screen of his television. The woman there, her face so open and . . . turned on. So full of pleasure.

“Hold up. That woman didn't remember any of the commands she was given?”

“Nope,” he grinned.

“Why are you grinning like that? That's disgusting! I mean, could you imagine if you gave me some command, and . . .”

His grin only widened. He started stroking his cock through his shorts, just like she had been. God, but she really, really wanted to get back to doing that. But this was...this was important! Things started to click together in her head

“Oh god, Jared, is that why you're grinning?”

He nodded, openly staring down her cleavage. On instinct, she propped her body forward a bit to give him a better view. Then she backed away, tripping over her big heels a bit. She kicked them off.

“What the fuck, Jared? I wish I could hit you right now.”

“But you can't.”

“No, I can't.” She smiled at him, so happy. It was so nice to say something she believed in. “I couldn't imagine ever hurting you.”

Wait, but, no. No, that wasn't right at all. She shook her pretty head, not catching on. How could she be so mad at him when he was so fucking cute? She just wanted to kiss him and have him hold her and say everything was all right.

“I'm sorry, Carmen. I just wanted to see if really worked.”

“And it does?”

“You find me attractive, right?”

“Uh, yeah. You're a stud. Like, every girl I know daydreams about your cock filling her up. You're probably the cutest guy in town
ohmygod
.”

She couldn't stop shuddering, moving back to the door, shaking her head. Her big, blue eyes were wide open.

He sat up on the bed, moving forward some. “What's the matter? You were enjoying yourself.”

“Jared, that's not the problem though. I
really believe that
about you.” She put her hands to her head. “You are
super
cute. I want to make out with you right now, even though I know already that you've done this to me! You could make me do more, and I would want even more! It's wrong!”

It was hard to process, but he was putting the crown on again. She knew that meant . . . that meant
something
was going to happen. Why was her pussy getting so fucking wet?

“Say,” he unzipped his pants, “making you want more. Now, that gives me an idea . . .”

“N-no! Don't, Jared! Please!”

He brought the clicker up again. In a flurry of motion, she knocked it out of his hands, and ran out the door.

Oh god, he was going to show her his
cock
. It was probably
beautiful
. How was she running away from his wonderful, super hot cock? She slowed when she got down to the bottom of the stairs. Was this going to be something she was going to regret this for the rest of her life?

She heard him tumbling after her, shouting her name. She whimpered. He was
so
cute. No one that cute could all bad, could they?

No! Mind control, Carmen! Get it together! He gave you those thoughts! They're not real!

She ran out of the house, across the street to her own. She saw her stepmother's car in the driveway. Good. The two of them could fight together. And then she could tell her all about this incredibly cute boy that she just had this immense crush—no!

No.

She flew inside the door.

“Hey, cool lady!” Monica chirped. “Where are you—wow, what's the rush?”

Her stepmother was a svelte, hot young woman. She kept in perfect shape from swimming one hundred laps every day in their expansive backyard's Olympic sized swimming pool. In the past, they had both seen Jared watching her from his bedroom window.

Today, Monica wore a slim crimson sundress, with dark leather heels. Her long dark blond hair was perfectly coiffed to one side.

“Don't answer the door!” shouted Carmen.

The beautiful teen rushed upstairs rushed into her room, her little translucent cover falling away. She only had her bikini on now.

She panicked for a moment. What could she do? How was she going to avoid his super wonderful cock forever when he was such a fucking cute hot guy that she wanted to lose her virginity to?

Maybe it wore off? That was her only hope. She cranked up the stereo so she couldn't hear him, and then sat down in the corner of her room, hands pressed up against her ears. As she closed her eyes, all she could think about was her big fucking crush on Jared. God, would he still go out with her when this was all over? That would be super nice of him.

Suddenly, her stereo turned all the way down. Hands were on her wrists. She didn't know what to do! She refused to open her eyes, squirming, backing away.

“It's okay, Carmen. It's all right.”

It was Monica. Oh, thank goodness. She opened her eyes.

“It's all right, dear.” Her stepmother's smile was pure comfort. “It's really all right.”

Carmen breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, Mom! Is he gone? I was
so
worried. I felt
sure
his stupid device could work through doors, and . . .”

She started looking at Monica—
really
looking. The older woman was staring at her with a fixed, almost euphoric smile. Her eyes sort of blank. The grip on Carmen's hands only got tighter and tighter.

“He found a window, actually. But it's all for the best. Obedience is pleasure, Carmen,” she sighed happily. “And I've found the perfect boy for you to obey.”

Carmen heard Jared's footsteps. She knew there was no running, no fighting, now. She stared up at him, the crown on his head. She moaned a bit, biting her lower lip.

At least he was cute.

* * * * *

C
armen was happily giving Jared a handjob, staring adoringly in his face as he watched TV. He was naked. Carmen was seriously happy about that, staring at his body however much she wanted. There was some recording of models walking down runways. He said it was giving him inspiration for his new career.

So much of what he said went straight over her pretty little head. That was okay, though. He was so handsome and smart. He was the most handsome man she had ever seen. For a moment, he just stroked her hair.

She had amazing hair, she knew. It was thick and told the whole world how badly she needed Jared to fuck her at every second. It matched her perfectly hot fuck-me-while-I'm-making-you-dinner body. At every moment of his delectable handjob, she made sure to tilt her back perfectly, so he could see straight down her cleavage in her tiny bikini.

He looked her in the eyes. Carmen swooned helplessly. She couldn't even
describe
what made him so handsome. He just
was
. It was the same way the sky was blue, or up was up and down was down.

“I've changed you, Carmen. I made you this turned on to me.”

“Oh fuck,” she cooed, stroking him harder. “Really? That's
super
cool.”

His cock twitched in her hands. Little spurts of precum ran down it. It just made her strokes even slicker.

“I made you enjoy the fact that I've changed you, too.”

She felt her pussy tighten up. “Oh
wow
. You really did. Gosh, Jared you're the best boyfriend
ever
.”