>>2348635I was not sure how, but while I did have paralyzed the whole place for three of four seconds with the sight of my naked behind, the activity had quickly resumed. I was sure that I everyone would beg me to pay attention to them, try to court me and chase me and tear at my clothes! Was my charm not working? Did I do something wrong? It had worked as strong as ever on Silvia yesterday. Only smiles and blinks did the trick?
It also worked on that ten year old boy, Frank; the one who had just lifted my skirt. I was positive, I had him charmed. Why hadn’t it worked this time? Was it an age thing? I knew for a fact it wasn’t a gender thing so why had the young waitresses not fallen for me already? Was it quantity thing? Or was it…?
I tried to remember to back then; when I was actually abusing my ‘gift’ it to try to get things out of people. There was something in common with what I did back then and what happened with Frank, but not in common to what happened right now. Would I dare to try to replicate it…? I had to, though! I had to know!
It was intention. I had meant to make my first victims into my slaves; I had fully expected Frank to become charmed after I saw him blushing. I remembered he was only blushed because he had probably never seen a young woman undressed, it was after I noticed his stares that I expected it and he got charmed and he started behaving weirdly. When my skirt was flipped, I didn’t mean to charm anyone, I resisted it happening… and it didn’t happen!
Would it work if I tried? What if I smiled to a coworker and thought as hard as I could ‘don’t get charmed’; would it be too much to risk a girl falling for me?
I couldn’t bear it if it happened. I had nowhere else to go. I would have to try it sometime in a traveler or someone I was sure I would never meet again or I could easily avoid.
