Sex Appeal, chapter 2

[rododoro3]

Sex Appeal: Chapter 2


When she closes the bedroom door, I hesitate, fiddling with the zipper on my jacket.
"Well?" she asks, staring at me pointedly.
"What... What if, when you see me, you become attracted... Like everyone else?" I murmur.
She smiles sympathetically.
"I highly doubt it, but even if you didn't take off your clothes now, you would have taken them off eventually. Let's get done with this before you chicken out."
I bite down my response, and, unzipping my jacket, shrug the heavy leather off my shoulders.

I look at her to see her response.
Her face is unreadable, but her aura is yellow. Curious.
I sigh.
With deft movements, I drop my pants, and fling my shirt off.
I'm down to my underpants by now, and she's staring at my bulge.
"How..." she clears her throat. "How long, how long is... It?"
I hang my head.
"9 inches. Soft."
"And erect?"
I wince. "14. I've already ripped underwear with it."

She laughs, startling me out of my apprehension.
"Do proceed." she leans forward expectantly.
I close my eyes, and slowly, but surely, drag my briefs down.
I sneak a peek.
Her aura is red.
"Ah, fuck. Oh, shoot. What's your name?" I ask, just daring to hope she's still not under the curse.

"Oh, right, we haven't introduced ourselves. I'm Cass, short for Cassandra. What's your name?"
Her aura's yellow again.
"Uh, my name is Richard."
She snorts.
"What?"
"I think you're the only Richard who actually deserves the nickname Dick."
I grin.

She's preoccupied, staring at me.
"Hey, Rich..." she starts, and falls silent.
"Hmm?"
"Um, can I... May I touch you?"
I sit down beside her, and she flinches.
"Sure."
Her hands glide over my body, amid the occasional "Wow..." and gasp.
"Rich." she looks at me, her eyes sparkling.
"You're beautiful."

I flush.
"That's just the curse."
"No, it's not the charm. I really do think so."
"How did you call it?"
"The charm. Have you heard of fairies? Think glamour."
"That's a good way to describe it, I guess..." I'm distracted by her exploration of my chest.

No one's ever been as careful as Cassandra before. They were too horny to think about anything other than fucking me on the spot.
She sighs, and withdraws her hands.
"Rich... What are we going to do?"
I shrug, and voice the only answer I can give.
"I don't know."

---

Cass is at the computer when I return, having dropped down to the local Target, my disguise complete with a borrowed scarf, with new clothes.
"Here, Rich, I found something," she calls, and I shirk my coat and peer at the screen.
"There's a story about a man who was so beautiful, everyone who saw him was possessed with desire. He had it happen sometime around the age of 16, and he turned blond, muscular, and tall."
"That's exactly what happened to me."
I frown. "How does it end?"

She hesitates.
"It seems that he had a certain power, to sense peoples' emotions and influence them. So he used his power on himself, to try and influence the desire he was emanating."
She pauses.
"The good thing is, he managed to stop the desire."
"What's the bad thing?"
"His method of stopping the desire was flawed. He didn't change his output to normal. Instead, he masked it with a different emotion. Anger. The story goes that the entire town got restless, and well, things escalated really quickly."
I close my eyes.
"What happened to him?"
"He was one of the first to be murdered."

I chuckle miserably.
Cass looks at me sadly.
"On the bright side..." she starts, "I'm here to help you figure out how to decrease the lust you seem to be emanating."
I nod.
"Do you want to try it now?"
She catches me off guard.
"You only just met me an hour ago. Do you really trust me enough to let me influence your emotions, just to grant me a small chance of learning how to control the sex waves I'm radiating?"
She nods.

"My mom... She was a great human being. She raised me alone, since my dad walked out on us." she whispers.
"She always said that you should never ever turn your back on someone who needs your help. And I'm the only person who can help you, so I wonder how much of a horrible person I'd be if I let you live the rest of your life in misery."
I want to hug her, but I'm not sure she'd be comfortable with it, so I just say "I'm sorry."
She smiles sadly.
"It's not your fault. Now go to the bathroom and do your best."

---

I sigh. I've been in here for the past three hours, but no luck. I can't seem to control my aura.
When I leave the bathroom, Cass, who's been busy cooking dinner, nearly drops the plates she was holding.
"What's wrong?"
She flushes instantly. "Nothing. Nothing's wrong, everything's fine."
"And I'm the queen of England." I quip. "Do you need help with something?"
She brushes my hands away. "Nope, I'm fine."

"You sure?"
She meets my eye and quickly looks away.
"No, I'm not sure, but nothing bad has happened, so you can stop worrying."
When I sit down at the kitchen table it creaks alarmingly, so I jump back to my feet.
Cass laughs. "It's old and cranky. Don't mind the creaking, this furniture is very temperamental. The chairs have held things much heavier than you."
She turns away, but shoots me a critical look.
"How much do you weigh, anyway?"

"Around 450 pounds."
She stops.
"You know, if I was drinking something, I'd spit it all out. 450 pounds? Where's the weight coming from?"
I frown.
"It's less noticeable because of my height, but these my muscles are huge. Plus, they're denser than normal, another side effect."
I set the table while she contemplates it for a while.

"I really can't argue with that. But a question. Whats your waist size, and how do you get pants to fit?"
"34 inches. Elastic waistbands, and very strong belts."
"Hmm, I wonder if you could even get them custom fit for your size."
Cass brings out two trays, a stack of plates, and a jug of water, expertly balancing them on her arms.
"I used to be a waitress." she replies, seeing my impressed stare.

She sets the assorted wares on the table.
"Dinner is served! I took the liberty of tripling my amounts, since I usually only cook for myself. Plus, you probably eat twice as much as me, so we won't have many leftovers."
As we eat, I steal looks at Cass.
She's pretty, yes, but nothing distinguishes her from any person you might find on the street.
Apart from her aura, which isn't red, but that's a different story.
She snaps her fingers suddenly.

"I had an idea! You can practice manipulating auras... By trying it on mine before you try it on yours.
"Absolutely not!"
"Why?" she challenges. "It's a great idea!"
"What if I mess up and you're left permanently angry or sad?"
She grins. "First of all, that's quite unlikely. Second, we do have medications for people who suffer from problems of that sort."
"Still, that's no reason to put your emotional well being at risk."

She shakes her head.
"Since you told me you could manipulate auras, I assume you tried it on other people. Us or no?"
"Yes, I have..." I don't like where this is going.
"Obviously, the people you manipulated didn't have any permanent emotional damage."
"I guess they didn't." I can't win this one.
"Which means, you can manipulate my aura without anything happening."
"The reason I'm refusing to is because I'm not sure about that!"

Cass looks at me.
"Do it or I kick you out." she states.
"What?"
"Like I said. Do it, or you go. So far, you've given me no concrete evidence as to you having any type of curse. Sure, my friend is obsessed over you, but you're damn hot, so that's only understandable. Do it or you get the boot."
"I'm not hot, it's the cha-"
"Yeah, the charm. Prove it exists. Make me feel different right now and I'll believe you."

Her aura's purple. Suspicion.
"Fine," I spit, "But remember you asked for it."
I focus on her aura's core, the slowly pulsing beat of her emotions, and I inject my memories in it.
I choose a whopper. The time when I realized John was completely obsessed with being fucked by me.
Her aura shimmers for a moment, then dulls to a pale brown.

"What did you do?" she gasps, tears streaming down her face.
"I put one of my emotions inside you." I reply, and she hugs me.
"You live with that? Everyday?"
I nod soundlessly.
"Ritchie, you're a wonderful human being. I'm really sorry for forcing you to do this, but I wasn't sure if you were lying or not. The thing is... Before I met you, I..."

She pulls away.
It's not brown anymore, which is good, but it's grey. Apprehension.
"What's wrong, Cass? Did I hurt you?" I urge, but she shakes her head.
"Before I met you, I thought I was asexual." she chokes out.
"I'd resigned myself to having no sexual urges whatsoever, and I was perfectly content to live my life that way. But Anna, she never gave up. She always thought I had desire in me, so she told me that every time she went to a bar, she'd give a note to the hottest person there, telling them to meet me at a coffeehouse at 3:30. I'd gotten stood up a few times, and the others times weren't successful.

Imagine my surprise when suddenly, out of the blue, she calls me yesterday morning, hungover.
'Cass,' she said, 'I found the hottest guy I've ever seen in my life, and I gave him the note to meet you at Cal's.'
So I went there, expecting the usual, which is a one night stand, then an admission of the lack of attraction being mutual, but then... I locked eyes with you.
I felt something.
I don't know whether it was lust, or pleasure, or something else, but I felt it.

When I looked up from my newspaper to see you standing there, with your blue hair and bulky jacket, I was suddenly nervous.
Maybe Anna set me up with you as a joke? You obviously knew that you needed to meet someone there at 3:30, and I was the only one waiting for someone.
When you spoke, I hung onto every word. For the first time ever, I felt attracted to someone.
And when you took off your disguise... I knew I needed to talk to you."
She smiles crookedly.
"I thought I'd give you a taste of my emotions in exchange."

I notice something odd.
"Cass, what color are your eyes usually?"
She stares at me like I'm an idiot.
"This is a serious question."
"If this is how you react to me telling you what I feel, fine. Brown."
"No, they're not brown."
"Huh?"
"They're grey."

She shakes her head.
"You know, I can't believe we're having this discussion after-"
I pick her up and walk to the bathroom.
"What- Richard, let me go! Why are you-"
"Look in the mirror."
She does, and frowns.
"Come closer."
I oblige, and she gasps.

"Why, what..."
"John had grey eyes."
We stare at each other while we process.
"So you're telling me," Cass begins, her voice forced calm, "That you changed my eye color to match your memory."
"I'm not really telling you, I'm just showing you what happened."
She looks in the mirror again.
"Can you change it back?"

I look for the spark that's her aura, and this time, it's much easier to find.
I recall of the time I saw her, the exasperation I felt with the cashier. Nope, not a good one.
Ah, here it is. The one where I was surprised by her setting the table.
As we look into the mirror, her eyes flush brown.
"For the love of all that is good..." Cass murmurs.
I rack my brains for a possible explanation. Did this ever happen before? Could I-
"Uh, Richie." she interrupts my line of thought.

"Hmm?"
"Can you.... Maybe... Put me down?"
I realize I've been holding her all this time, and I let her stand gently.
"Well."
"Well." I reply.
She turns to face me, and grins.
"Want to try it again?"

[Ogun]

This is great.

[rododoro3]

Originally Posted by Ogun

This is great.

Thank you! I'm happy you enjoyed it, it took quite a while for me to flesh it out properly.

[Incognito-tie]

Great so far!