A Place with You in Mind

They walked through the hallway, finally reaching the stairs down to the Cerebellum. The structure reminded her of the rear entrance to an attached garage. Entering, the room looked like a collection of levers and switches, most with Claudia's pink smoke covering the full length of them. He could see some of the levers move at the same time he was, amazed at how some of them were working in real-time. Claudia spotted what looked like a door at first, but the closer she got to it, the more it resembled an elevator.

"I wonder where this goes."

The doors opened like an elevator at her touch, and they pair walked in to observe the elevator options, but saw none. Curiously, she touched where the panel would usually be to choose floors, and the doors closed, and both felt the motion going down.

"This is the brainstem," George said, fascinated.

"Yep, I reckoned the same."

"Where are we going?" he asked. He fell against the elevator floor, feeling exhaustion from being controlled under duress.

"Curious about that myself," she said honestly. "What's significant about this part?"

"Regulates survival attributes, like breathing, eating, and sleeping."

She thought about it for a second, and asked her companion, "what would ya expect to find the further down we go? Anythin' special? Would you be able to guess the designs?"

"M-maybe. I have no idea what to expect."

"I think I might."

"Where?"

"Someplace...special."

Claudia felt a theory forming in her own head, based on the design of this entire place. Who had more clout here, and what were the real extents to the structuring. She eagerly began verbalizing her theory.

"I wonder how far down we're travelin' underground. This elevator seems like it's takin' a one-way trip to somewhere. Wouldn't be surprised if our destination is someplace warm."

"Hell?" he said sarcastically.

A scary, seductive look was shot over her shoulder.

"Probably not hell, but probably someplace sinful. Can't ya feel the temperature risin' a-mite already? Sittin' on the floor, ya should be even more aware of it than me."

Watching him press his hands flat on the floor, she helped him along.

"Lookin' at the floor won't help. Close ya eyes and really feel it."

Forgetting she still controlled his body a great deal, he pressed his palms more firmly to the floor, followed by his face, to see if there was more palpable heat coming.

"Yes, I feel it a little."

"Keep yourself down thar. Much more comin' to feel."

He moved his head away in case it got really hot suddenly, but kept his eyes closed as her suggestion of using his faculties to feel.

With another long drag of her cigarette and spreading the pink smoke into the car, she continued.

"It might be crazy, but part of me hopes we're gettin' closer to a heated core, like the core of a planet, or some underground power plant. Something about a strong heat source givin' warmth to everything around it, seems incredible. It probably heats the house above us now when it's very cold."

A pink cloud formed from the smoke and came down to the floor where the helpless man lied, waiting to feel something more than he was already feeling. His mind so focused on the heat that he was only vaguely aware of the cool-feeling pink covering his torso like a vest.

"The closer we get, the hotter it gets. The closer I get, the hotter it should get."

The man's body relaxed involuntarily, feeling covered, and protected for some reason. The edge of the cloud extended below his waist and began making a stroking motion.

"Maybe some of my pink smoke has filtered down all the way to this place and made arrangements for my appearance. I've always liked it hotter than most people can stand. A hot, sultry temperature that puts people in the mood to be looser with themselves, to want to recline and stretch out, to feel sweat, and maybe do somethin' that causes sweating."

His face was back on the floor again, but feeling heat directly instead of trying to feel for it. The stroking against his pants continued unbidden, and the only thing keeping his hands from joining the motion was her suggestion that kept them bound to the floor.

"Ever have those really hot days where ya just want to lay in bed that morning, or that evening, where you can feel the heat all around ya? Might think to yourself 'if I'm goin' to feel hot, I'm goin' to feel hot the right way.' Ya hand makes a slow motion under the cover, welcoming the heat the exact moment ya feel the touch."

Claudia's new suggestion freed his hands up to move where she described, and the moan he made as his hands and her smoke rubbed him was loud and infectious, giving her a reason to moan herself.

"The hotter it gets, the more ya want that heat, the more ya don't want it to stop. No need for a fan, air conditioner or cool breeze; that's not what ya body needs now. Feels too good to stop, it's unthinkable to do much else from stroke yourself and focus on nothing but what feels good."

The white-suited woman crouched before the writhing man and blew a new stream of pink smoke over the man, doubling what covered him, covering his hands, assisting in helping him to comply with her wishes. He inhaled some of her pink smoke, and she found that his form improved, became more defined as she did so.

"I'm sure we're still quite connected to that survival part of ya, a part where a lot of my signature remains. Those important functions are at my disposal, but I see no reason to reshape those primal parts of ya. Just me having been there, with a part of me still there, stresses their importance. Thinkin' of me, just might make ya breathing deepen. Those nostrils flare like you're excited, and each breath is just more for you to take in."

A fresh stream of pink smoke covered his face and entered his nose. He exhaled through his mouth while the pink smoke was inhaled in seconds.

"Thinkin' of me, every nap, daydream or long night's sleep you take will just get more vivid. Ya own little getaway from the boring world, a paradise of everything about me. My body, my voice, my gestures and mannerisms. Everything you noticed about me replayed and relived in your deep, fulfilling sleeping."

Claudia loved how she could actually see George's eyes and eyelids, and how it looked like he was fighting between staying awake to look at her, and wanting to sleep to let his imagination run wild with his favorite thoughts of her.

"I think when ya think of me, even things you eat will just taste better. If we went on a date, anything you ordered at a restaurant might be the best meal you've ever tasted. And who knows where else your appetite might take ya."

She laughed as it looked like his mouth was chewing on some imaginary snack.

"Nothin' feels better than to be here with me, in my presence. The sight of me can drive you so wild on the inside, yet so docile on the outside."

Slits of his eyes opened slightly, and he got enough of a look at Claudia to moan in agony.

"The further down the elevator shaft I go, reaching that hot core, it's like one heat source meeting another, doubling everything you're feeling. And you are reaping all the benefits."

The ride down seamlessly became more horizontal as they moved into nerve pulses that eventually brought them to their destination. Claudia stepped out of the elevator with George in tow, floating in a pink cloud that cocooned him. He looked so peaceful, yet stimulated, as if he was lying in bed in the middle of a wet dream. The minimized spacial awareness was still in effect, so nothing was visible past a few feet in front of them until she remembered her trick, holding her hands together again and throwing them open. Claudia took in her surroundings. The strucuture of the new locale was strange, yet made so much sense. It was like an annex to a huge facility running on automation. The outside had the sophisticated layout of factory with lines of piping and conduits running in concurrent directions. Inside, the further they moved into the interior, the more it resembled what Claudia thought the inside of a car engine would look like, a purely mechanical space with many small functions to service a few important purposes.

"I really shouldn't be surprised by what I see, and yet I am," she told herself. "The over-importance..."

The temperature there was nearly as she thought it would be, a very sultry, abundant heat. Steam flowed easily from some overhead piping, the spaces they walked through were enclosed and tight, the smokestacks outside burned hotter than most she'd seen in her life. The only thing that kept its visitors from being bothered by the heat was Claudia's smoke, that wrapped George in it tightly, and a separate, thinner cloud acting as a forcefield around her. She wasn't sure she needed it though. She didn't want George touching the surrounding pipes and such for fear of burning, if that was possible, but she was too curious herself to not test such a thing with her own hand.

Her fingertips touched what looked like a hot pipe, surely carrying steam over a long distance in the factory. She didn't feel burned by it at all; coming into physical contact with it made her hot, but she found she matched the intense heat of the pipe, and anything else she touched. In a corridor of piping, she leaned her suited back against a wall of them for several minutes, noting how their shared heat increased the longer they touched. George seemed to notice it too, but his eyes remained closed and he was more fidgety in his sleep.

"I think ya wanted me to come here George. So very happy to have me here right now, havin' Claudia in the belly of the beast, just sets it aflame. Workin' so hard to impress me, to show me how powerful all of this is. It's doin' a wonderful job, I can assure ya that much."

At the sight of the first vent she'd come across, Claudia took the longest drag of a cigarette since she'd arrived, and blew its contents fully into the vent shaft, feeling her signature not only travel, but spread throughout the system. She waited patiently, and was rewareded by eventually noticing the steam had transformed into Claudia's smoke, from the piping, to the huge smoke stacks outside.

"Guess you can add 'Claudia' to the list of causes of global warmin'," she smirked.

All the while, George felt he was so close to something amazing. He might call it an orgasm, but he knew it was more. Before he could reach anything, he felt plume of pink across is face, inhaling as much as he could, feeling better inside and out. He also felt Claudia's hands covering his face.

"Do ya know how amazing we are when we're so stimulated, so inspired like this?" she whispered deeply into his ears. "We have so much potential in this state, so motivated to do anything we want, anything we desire. Bein' near me, I know I am what you desire the most. I desire you and so much more. We've made unimaginable changes to this place, every structure is what we want it to be. I think if we work together, all of this could be exactly how we want it. I want it a certain way, and you want me, and what I want. Let's work together; let's make me so happy."

She ended her seduction with one last puff and exhaling of smoke into his face as he took her words to heart.

After having decidedly spending enough time in the factory, Claudia and George returned to the elevator, changing it's trajectory to ascend back up.

It took some time for them to reach the top again; she could sense a change, but could not see it. Once the doors automatically opened, they revealed something of a different layout than before. Claudia stepped out of the elevator, noting first how the floor was no longer wood, but marble. Staring up from the new flooring, the efforts of Claudia's and George's signatures working together were laid bare to their eyes.

The house was gone and what remained was a huge penthouse, spread out like the entire top floor of a 5-star hotel. Every previous room separated by walls and doors was now out in the open and sectioned and placed to her liking. The walls at the edge of the condo all carried varied floral designs of white roses, pink carnations, dandelions, tulips, all of her favorite flowers. Stepping forward into her new space, the footsteps of a fully-formed muscular man behind her padded slowly, wearing nothing but a happy smile and a proud erection.

A section of plush couches that sunk into the ground like a pool for more plush cushions was closest to Claudia, and she walked to the opening of the couches, to lounge and enjoy the new domicile she created with her new servile host. She lit a new cigarette, and blew the smoke over him again. He inhaled it graciously, and his body understood the commands laced in the smoke. She reclined as his hands moved to her suit pants to help remove them, while what remained of her smoke went to his groin. Pulling her white pants and pink panties off of her, he went to work on her without any prompting.

Claudia moaned in absolute ecstasy as she surveyed all the work she'd done, around her and below her, and allowed the smoke to stroke so they would soon come together...

* * *

Claudia came back to herself, almost moaning out loud from the orgasm he just had. The neurosurgeon across from her silently had his orgasm, but only in his head.

It took a few moments to regain her bearings; it'd been a long time since she spent so much time in one mind. As a woman who'd gained psychic powers at 19, she loved peering into the minds of other on a daily basis, something just reading thoughts, sometimes controlling them. It fit her nosy nature and internal desire of wanting to know people's true selves and what went on in their minds. But she'd always wondered for the minds she could penetrate, what the structure of the mind would look like if she were to fully insert a part of herself there.

She smiled as she looked at the good-looking doctor, looking dazed and confused in his own office. The name plate on his desk read "Dr. George Zunis." Between them on his desk was a diagram of the different parts of the brain, the map which she used to tour his mind. Her time in his head stretched to about a half an hour in the real world. He wasn't kidding about thinking of the brain structure as symbolically a bunch of inter-connected rooms. She hoped her little power-trip in his mind, making a house into a penthouse, didn't do any damage to his mind. But the way things went, and finding out that he had his own internal access especially, meant some of her expectations were certainly exceeded. Maybe everything would revert to what it was before she entered, and she'd have the pleasure of renovating that sexy mind all over again.

She was glad the doctor was successful enough to have his own bathroom, she psionically gave him a suggestion to enter it and freshen up there. She would have to make him ignore the small stain of pre-cum there; maybe she'd have to do the same for his receptionist outside. Claudia lit a cigarette while she waited for the doctor to finish, fairly sure he wouldn't ask her not to again. It remained a marvel to her that she saw regular, greyish cigarette smoke, while he saw the thicker, pinkish type that seemed like the most natural, intriguing thing to him from an illusionary suggestion. It was a product of being enamored with Poison Ivy's pheromonal hypnotic dust; a cute color with a devastating effect. She couldn't help but take it a step further in the most creative of ways.

The experimentation was undoubtedly a success in her eyes. She'd have a lot to talk with the doctor about what she saw there, the changes she made, and what he could contribute to help her with other minds. After living with a psychic prowess for four years, she had no idea where her powers would take her, or to their extent, but she intended to find out. She'd certainly establish a link to his own mind to keep track of it, and give Dr. Zunis a few reasons to reach out to her of his own accord.

Claudia still wondered how different things would be if she'd developed her powers as a teenager, or even younger. Maybe fate decided bestowing them when she came of legal age was for the best, with the minds she could have recklessly, intentionally harmed. She chose to never look back, to be proud of who she was despite her past, and to know how exactly what she was capable of. It'd been one adventure after another, educating herself, acquiring minds, affections, and some tributed wealth wherever she went. Her accent, which she could control after several years, always gave the impression of a lower IQ or lesser amount of sophistication, whether people around her said it or thought it. They would appreciate her drawl and old-style jargon like the vocals and lyrics of a siren after she was done with them; undoing everyone's expectations of her was maybe her favorite part of the power she wielded.

George came back out of his bathroom, making a decent effort to clean his pants. He sat, blank-faced and staring at Claudia, waiting for her next spoken or mental command.

"Instead of just lookin' at thoughts, I've always been curious at the structure of the mind itself, maybe like you've wondered in your career what brain surgery feels like. Amazing how much more devastating puffs of smoke and a soft voice cut deeper than any scalpel. Of course, psychic powers help too."

She reached into his mind, and allowed the subdued part of his mind to come out of his stupor. It took some coaxing as he seemed to enjoy the state she put him in. In less than a minute, he was back to his wakeful, professional self, willing to swear that he'd just spend their whole visit consciously discussing parts of the brain.

"So, Claudia, I hope my lecture on the subject wasn't too boring."

"Not at all Dr. Zunis. I'm the one who came to ya about this, so I knew what I was gettin' myself into. I should thank ya for making it the least boring discussion on the subject ever."

"That's very kind of you, kinder than my students when I taught the subject."

"Before I forget, which part of the brain allows for the toleration of a Stravinsky solo?"

"You're still on that? It's just as classic as Beethoven."

"I'd have to disagree with those people. Besides, Beethoven is better for ya brain."

"How so?"

She grabbed one of the doctor's business cards, and wrote a number on the back.

"I'm at this hotel for a spell. Give me some time, and I'll convince you that Beethoven is all you want to hear, in music at least."

George snickered at the suggestion, trying to think of a way to respectfully turn her blatant offer down, but that and the rest of his thoughts halted out of shock as it looked like reality was collapsing all around both of them. His visitor didn't seem to notice what he did, as her face showed no signs of panic. Actually she was almost as strange as the lack of their surroundings.

She looked around with curiosity as if she could see something, and she looked at him. Her hands even made a weird gesture of enclosing something. After she put her hands down, for no good reason, she strolled up to him as if nothing was wrong. The sound of her heels was almost hollow, deep. She sparked her lighter and the sound was just as significant. He didn't know what brand she smoked, but pink smoke exited her mouth and was blown into his face, bringing a huge wave of apathy with it. From her pocket she produced a set of headphones and placed them in George's ear, and Beethoven clearly played, creating a dreamy smile on his face.

"I don't think that's an offer you can resist George," each word she spoke was as clear as the sound of each piano key producing a note.

Claudia gave him an intense look that seemed to come with a strange click and tugging on his mind. It wasn't painful, but it wasn't exactly pleasant at first. There was a sensation of what felt like an additional presence, a set of eyes in his own mind. It was the kind of thing that would've creeped him out, but at that moment it felt...right.