Mind Fucked - Jessica Ryan

Glenn first noticed Jessica near the checkout, dark hair loose over her business blouse and pencil skirt. She lifted her phone, the screen flickering with a slow swirl of color and sound that made the lights above the registers hum. When his head cleared, his card was already swiped for her cart and his own bags sat abandoned by the register. Jessica smiled like it was the most natural thing in the world, and he asked her to follow him home. Inside his door she played the video again. The pattern breathed in and out, soft spirals pulling his thoughts apart one by one until only the need to please her remained. Jessica spoke over the loop, voice calm and sure. She would move into his house, take his accounts, wear his keys around her neck. Every word landed like truth. She sat back in his chair, kicked her shoes aside, and offered her bare feet. He dropped to his knees without thinking, tongue sliding between her toes while she laughed at how quick he broke. She stood, turned, hiked the skirt. His face buried between her cheeks, licking deep, her weight pinning him to the cushion, the pattern still looping behind his eyes. All he wanted was the next order, and the next.