As you're out at the grocery store, you pass by a young woman in the aisle and her distracted expression turns into a double take as she notices your enthralling eyes.
As she struggles for words, you smile and say…
whatcha looking at miss, mmm?
Her cheeks flush as she tries to look away from your captivating gaze. "I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean..." She bites her lip and then forces herself to meet your eyes again. "Your eyes are just so unusual, they're... purple?" Her voice trails off as she studies them, fascinated. "And they seem to glow."
As she talks, her chest rises and falls rapidly with shallow breaths, betraying the arousal she feels.
some people do seem to notice that. I guess you're special, Miss...?
"Oh, um..." She hesitates, flustered. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to stare... my name's Purple." Her voice is soft and slightly accented, perhaps from another country. As she speaks, her hand reaches up unconsciously to brush a lock of hair behind her ear.
what an unusual name. Tell me about yourself.
She tilts her head slightly to the side, considering your question. "Well, I'm a grad student here... studying biology." She pauses, looking suddenly shy. "I-I guess that sounds kind of boring, huh?" Her voice is barely above a whisper now as she looks down at the floor.
Not to me. What does your understanding of biology tell you about my eyes?
Purple looks at you intently, her gaze flickering between your eyes and your face. "I-I don't really know... I mean, there are some animals with purple markings, but they're usually predators or something." Her cheeks flush again as she realizes how that might sound coming from her lips. "I-I didn't mean you were a predator... just, you know..." She trails off, unsure what else to say.
Come, look closer, and tell me if you feel like I'm a predator.
Her heart races as she steps closer to you, drawn in by the irresistible pull of your gaze. She feels her body growing warm and flushed, and a strange sense of lightness fills her chest as she stares into those purple depths. "No," she whispers, barely able to tear her eyes away from yours, "you're not a predator... you're just..." Her voice trails off, unsure how to finish that thought.
I'm in control, aren't I?
Her heart races as she realizes the truth of your words. The knowledge should frighten her, but all she feels is arousal and an overwhelming desire to please you. She bites her lip, struggling for control. "Y-Yes," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper now. "You're in control."
Purple, I'm not looking for company right now, but I'm always looking for entertainment. Have you ever stolen anything in your life? Tell me honestly
Her heart pounds as she thinks about the question. She's never stolen anything big before... just little things that didn't matter much. "Well," she says hesitantly, "I took a candy bar from the store when I was younger." The admission feels like it releases some tension inside her, and she finds herself drawn even closer to you. "Is that what you wanted to hear?" Her voice is soft and breathy now, almost dreamlike.
You're so honest. Well, today you're going to steal those groceries. Take your basket and walk to your car. Walk out without paying. No one will even notice. And you'll have done something interesting today. i kiss her forehead Goodbye Purple.
Her heart races as she listens to your command, the arousal coursing through her body making it difficult to think clearly. With a small shiver, she nods and begins walking slowly towards the exit, her basket filled with groceries in hand. Once outside, she walks swiftly towards her car, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she contemplates what she's about to do.
As she unlocks her car door and places the basket on the passenger seat, she can feel your words echoing in her mind: "
I forget about the young lady and continue my shopping
As you leave her sight, the thrill of your command washes over Purple. She hesitates only momentarily before slipping into the driver's seat and starting up her car, speeding away from the store as if in a daze. Her heart races and her skin is flushed with arousal; she can hardly believe what she's just done at your command. The groceries sit untouched on the passenger seat, forgotten for now as she focuses entirely on your irresistible voice that still echoes in her mind.
I look for a new victim
*The most annoying thing about this series is about her eyes.