Author's note
This is a mind control story, but it has a gay theme. For this reason, I put it in the gay section.
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Friday night, and Gary was off the leash. Time for some fun.
Gary is a family man, wife and three kids, pretty much faithful, although he had slipped up a few times. He was able to slip away in the evenings sometimes, and when he did, he would usually go to the bar or a strip club. He really wasn't sure tonight though. He had so much new tech gear at home, he would probably be happy just going home and tinkering.
Gary resolved to drive by the strip club and see if his thoughts would catalyze and make a decision.
He turned off of Lestra Street and drove by the club. Looked pretty tame, with a bald bouncer standing outside the door. He kept going around the circle block. "Nah," he thought, I'll just head home. As he was turning around the back leg of the circle, he saw a tight, sexy blonde in shorts struggling to jack up her car on the side of the road. And she was alone.
As he was rolling forward slowly, she seemed to move in slow motion. She had tight jean shorts on that showed off her tight little ass. And she had this plaid button-up blouse that barely covered her tits as she was leaning over her Kia. Wasting no time, Gary stopped and rolled down his passenger-side window.
"Can I help?" he asked timidly.
The blonde got this nasty smile on her face.
"Maybe" she said as she leaned her beautiful cheek on her index finger and raised her eyebrows.
Gary's heart skipped a beat. Oh my God, could this be what it seemed like? Wasting no time, he pulled his Dodge right in front of the little Kia, got out and strode towards her.
"Gary Sands," he said with a smile as he offered his hand.
She grinned and reached for his hand. Gary held it, raised it to his lips, and kissed it gently.
"I'm Lucy," she said with a slight southern accent, blushing from the unexpected greeting.
"Do you have a flat tire?" Gary asked.
He noticed that the tire wasn't flat at all.
"No, my brother just changed the tire, but he didn't have time to un-jack it because his FOOTBALL game was starting" she said, rolling her eyes.
Gary remembered--season opener! How could he have forgotten!?
"Here, let me help," Gary said, reaching down and lowering the jack, and removing it.
"Thanks sweetie! Why don't you come inside, maybe I can find a way to repay you" she asked, with that nasty smile again.
Gary was starting to get stiff. This was really happening!
"Sure" he said as he put her jack in the trunk and followed her.
As they approached the house, he could hear football and guys shouting. They walked in and there were three men on the couch sitting in front of a large-screen TV.
"These are my brothers, Jim, Bill and Todd," she said, pointing.
"I'm Gary. What's the score?" Gary asked.
The three brothers were tall, fit, and also blonde like Lucy. They were drinking from red plastic cups, and a keg could be seen across the room.
"zip zip. It's only the first quarter though. You want a beer?" Todd asked.
"Go ahead and have a beer sweetie, I will be ready for you in a few minutes" Lucy interrupted as she trailed off down the hallway.
"Sure," Gary said walking towards the keg.
Todd, being the closest jumped up and grabbed a cup from the bookshelf, filled it from the keg and handed a cup to Gary. Gary's head was spinning a bit, because all of this was happening very fast. In a manner of minutes, he was inside a house drinking beer, about to get busy with a sexy, tight blonde, after drinking with her three brothers! For a second, he wondered why the cup came from the bookshelf instead of the bag of plastic cups, but it didn't matter much to him.
Gary plunked down on the chair next to the couch and took a swill of the beer. The Cowboys were playing the Giants, and they were looking good. He noticed that Jim had on earbuds and was listening to something, and it was loud. He was paying little attention to the game. He took another swig of the semi-cold beer. It went down smooth, and being a lightweight, Gary was already feeling the buzz.
As he was becoming more relaxed, he thought he would try to determine what Jim was listening to. It had a driving beat. Sounded like techno.
