"I cannot make deals with virgins" he said his face calm as though talking of mundane things.
Charlie inwardly balked, her mind rejecting the implications even though she knew what he meant.
'I don't understand what you mean,' she said in her mind.
"Oh but I think you do. You are a virgin. No matter how sinful you may be, you are still as pure as lily white snow and I cannot bargain under such circumstances," He smiled cruelly.
She shivered, 'I don't want this deal, forget it,'
"But you do. Don't lie to yourself Charlie, you want this so bad you even entertained the thought of it just now,"
'Well that's not going to happen, I'm not going to just lose my virginity for a deal with you,' she thought angrily.
"You mortals make me yawn how you cling to the very concepts that mentally enslave you. Do you plan on saving it for marriage," he asked staring into her eyes.
She could not hide from his gaze and inwardly squirmed as she thought of her crush. Reading her mind he came to an understanding.
"Ahh, you want to give yourself to this man you yearn for. Do you think that will make you attractive, hmm? A 21 year old virgin who has no experience compared with the gorgeous women who fuck his brains senseless every week,"
His words cut her deep, undermining her believed one true value. She mentally projected to him a fuck you and the middle finger to guard her thoughts.
Now shut out of her innermost thoughts, he stared at her incredulously. "No mere mortal has blocked me from their thoughts. You are rather interesting,"
He gazed at her a second more, his eyes seeming to gaze into her very soul.
"I will make a gamble here. I will give you one day of what you wish for, but one day only, shall we say a sample. If you wish for more you know how to find me," he said and abruptly disappeared.
Charlie sat up violently as her sleep paralysis wore off and almost fell off the bed. She cautiously gazed around the room then turned on her light. Yet before she could leave bed, extreme sleepiness over took her and she fell back upon the bed, already fast asleep before her head touched the pillow.
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"Charlie, wake up you're late!" a pounding on her door woke her up instantly, and Charlie sat up and looked at the time. Jumping out of bed she ran into the restroom and began brushing her teeth. Looking up into the mirror she stopped, and gazed at herself.
Her vision seemed clearer, but not because she had better vision. It as though her eyes took in more details than she'd ever had, almost like looking at herself under a microscope. Her cocoa brown skin was flawless and her brown eyes wide and doe-like in their innocence. She suddenly looked at her hair and frowned, pulling a frizzy strand. Almost as if the thought were placed in her head, she submerged her hair underwater. Running her fingers through it she detangled her hair gently and placed loads of conditioner on it.
Her hair, now thoroughly moisturized, began to curl in on itself and she watched amazed as hundreds of corkscrew curls appeared in her head. Leaving the bathroom she went to the closet, and frowned once more at her clothes. Everything was in muted greys and baggy and something in her mind rejected her clothes so she shut the door. Exiting the room she walked over to Tasha's room and barged in and went to her closet.
Tasha came out the bathroom and exclaimed, "What are you doing in my closet!"
"Oh just browsing. I know you don't mind since I cover your half of the rent all the time," Charlie replied, a small smile on her face.
Tasha stared at her in shock, then walked back into her bathroom, unable to say anything. Charlie continued to look inside her closet while thinking about what she just said. She had never spoken to Tasha like that before and was always understanding of her financial situation. Yet the words just popped out of her mouth almost thoughtlessly. She stopped pondering it once she found the prefect outfit, a military green V-neck that would definitely show her décolletage, a shredded pair of black jeans from the closet and a pair of combat boots. Taking the clothes to her room and ignoring Tasha's indignation she and went to her room to get dressed. Once done she went to her bathroom and marveled at herself.
Her legs were long in the skinny black jeans and snatches of her brown skin showed through the rips and tears. The green V-neck contrasted perfectly with her skin and the cleavage was soft not too extreme, but very present. The combat boots completed the look as edgy and she looked at her face realizing something. Looking under her cabinet she grabbed the mac makeup set her mother bought her in the hopes that she would be more girly. Opening the foundation she lightly covered her face with it, then outlined her best feature, her eyes, with kohl. She slowly applied the mascara to her eyelashes, making them thicker and longer, which in turn made her eyes seem wider. After applying a nude lip balm to her lips she smiled in the mirror, fascinated by her stunning beauty. Winking at herself she walked out the door and went to her car.
Once at her school she parked her car in the university parking deck and made her way to the main campus. Without realizing it she walked differently, her hips slowly moving as though she were in an erotic dance. Some force within her had taken control of her body, and she was barely even aware. Once she reached the main campus she noticed all the looks her way and smiled inwardly. Someone abruptly stepped in front of her and she stopped.
She looked up at a handsome black guy and smiled, "Hello," her voice coming out breathy. Before he could answer she turned to walk away as though he were unimportant. The boy, suddenly bereft once her gaze turned away, began to follow her and she smiled to herself as he called out to her, "Hey, what's your name? I've never seen you around here before,"
She turned to get a good look at him and realized he was one of her crush's friends that was in her class. She gave him a blinding smile and winked at him, then kept moving. Once she reached her class she stopped, as if the force inside her didn't want her to go in yet. For the first time that day she pushed against that force, not wanting to be late for class, yet still stood outside her class. Instead the force directed her movements towards the bathroom were she looked at herself in the mirror.
