The Barfly – ch. 1, rewrite

Fiction, Mind control, Romance, Consensual sex, Oral sex, Anal sex, Rape, Strangulation, Brutality, MF.

Author’s comments:

This is a rewrite of the first story I published on the xnxx.com forum while the main story site was in-operational. All comments are welcome but if any of the categories named don’t fit your taste then please don’t read it. If you read it anyway then don’t criticize me for writing about the things you dislike.

Since English is neither my first nor second language all spelling and grammar corrections are more than gratefully accepted.

Some years ago I read the story “Camp” and since then the idea of psionics has intrigued me. I never thought it would end up with a story of my own, but here it is anyway. If you are looking for a theme in my stories it’s simply boy meets girl and mind control.

Should you be unfamiliar with the concept of Psionics there is a description of the concept in my profile.

Enjoy…
J. Bailey


The Barfly, ch. 1, rewrite.

It was a friday afternoon around 1700 hours.
Her name was Natasha.

She sat at the kitchen table in her one bedroom apartment, her elbows on the table, her face resting in her hands, her eyes closed. She was tired after a long and grueling week at work. She was sad and lonely and her greatest wish was to get a new job somewhere, doing something entirely different from what she was doing now. Unfortunately the economy was down and getting a better job was next to impossible for her as she had no education to build on.

She tried to persuade herself that maybe by going to a bar she would for once meet some nice people. Normally when she indulged herself by going out she ended up with some married guy telling her his wife did not understand him and he would love to spend the night with her.

Natasha had immigrated from Eastern Europe a few years back and somehow missed her old home. It hadn’t been much of a home, but over here she felt even more alone than in the old country.

She had been rather on the chubby side when she came to the new country and had started on a diet which had later become an obsession that resulted in her becoming way to skinny. But she still felt too chubby and she still wanted to become “slim like a movie star”.

Finally she decided to not stay at home this friday evening but rather to go to a restaurant she sometimes visited. It was a nice restaurant, with romantic music, a bar that was separated from the dining area so one could sit in the bar lounge without having to eat. It was a place where she could sit and, once she had a few drinks, she could relish in thoughts of her old homeland.

She stood up and walked over to her bedroom. She stood in front of a full size mirror and started to undress. She unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down the zipper, then she pushed her pants down to her ankles and stepped out of them. She took off her white cotton socks and looked at her long legs. They were straight and slender and she thought she could be proud of them.

She then began to unbutton the cotton shirt she had worn to work. She started at the top and as she had unbuttoned her shirt she took it off and dropped it on top of the pile that was starting to form on the floor. She then took off the white cotton top she was wearing under her cotton shirt.

She was now naked except for her white cotton panties. She pushed them down to her knees and let them drop to her ankles before stepping out of them.

Natasha stood in front of the mirror and looked at her body. Her breasts were A cups, rather small she thought, her aureolas were dark brown, perfect round spheres, just a hint of fluffiness, with perky, blueberry sized nibbles.

She looked at her self and thought about loosing another pound or two. She did not see the protruding hip bones nor the protruding collar bones, nor the lack of mass on her arms and thighs. She looked at her belly button and as it was an “inny” it gave her a reason to imagine she was too fat. She looked at her sparsely haired mound with the protruding outer labia and not once she contemplated that she might be too skinny. She stood with her legs together and there was about an inch and a half of space between her inner thighs just below her outer labia.

She could see about an inch of her slit as it curved up towards her bellybutton. She ran three fingers along her slit and outer labia and shivered at the sensation. How nice it would be to meet someone she liked that would fill her love-canal and make her experience the bliss of fulfillment she so much longed for.

Natasha shook her head sadly and turned towards the shower to release the water. She adjusted the temperature and stepped into the shower-booth. She enjoyed the water hitting her body and stood still for a moment, her face directly in the streaming water. She felt the fatigue of her mind and body being rinsed away by the warmth of the water and she started to look forward to her outing. Almost anything would be better than to stay at home alone.


Natasha arrived at the restaurant wearing a conservative, halter less, black summer dress that ended just below her knees. She was just about to order herself a drink when he came in and looked around. He was nicely dressed and had a comfortable aura around him. He walked to the bar and sat on a barstool next to her. As he sat down, his arm brushed against hers and she felt a tingling sensation flowing through her entire body.

He ordered a drink for himself, then turned and looked at her for a moment and asked her if she liked a drink.

“Yes, thank you please” she said with her thick East European accent. He ordered her a drink, paid and walked to a free table, suspecting that she would follow him in a while.

He sat down and checked on her, she was actually looking straight at him. She looked a bit unsure on what to think of him walking away.