At Sophie's Mercy Ch. 01

When I was nineteen years old, I still wasn't fully comfortable using my ability to control minds. I had tested it out and pushed some boundaries here and there. It was exhilarating to make people obey me with just a simple command. Still, I was scared to try to really push someone. I just gave people little nudges here and there to get something I wanted. One time I told Kyle, the owner of the restaurant where I worked, to give me a modest raise. He didn't even blink. He just agreed and we moved on, except I was making a few more dollars an hour.

After that I kept thinking that I should have pushed for more. I probably could have asked for a hundred dollars an hour and he would have done it without a second thought. I couldn't get the question out of my mind. How much could I get away with? The answer, I learned, is that I can get away with anything.

The first time I really flexed my ability to dominate someone was when a customer pissed me off. John was a regular in the restaurant and he was always a huge prick. He came in several times a week, almost always on a business lunch with clients. Since he was a big shot executive who racked up huge bills, Kyle always had them seated in a special room out back where John could have some privacy. After the first time I served him, John asked Kyle that I always get his table. I think having a hot, young waitress put his clients in a good mood, but I hated serving them. They were always rude and condescending to me. John's only saving grace was that he was a generous tipper. I got the impression from the car he drove and the way he dressed that he had done quite well for himself.

On this particular day, John had brought in a client, this guy named Wayne Forster, who shamelessly ogled me every time I came over to their table. I think John picked up on that and decided to score some easy points with Wayne by smacking my ass and saying "Thanks, Sweetheart," when I came over to refill their drinks. In the moment, I didn't even say anything to him. I just walked away feeling small and pathetic for not standing up for myself.

I stood out back, trying to gather myself and hold back my tears. Ally, one of the other girls that worked there came over to check on me. I told her what had happened. She said she wouldn't blame me if I threw his drink at him and walked out. That planted the seed of an idea for me. I thanked Ally and told her I would be fine. I shook off the sad feelings and the tears that had begun to gather despite my efforts.

Fuck that fucking prick, I thought. The queasy feeling in my stomach was replaced with a rage that started to boil inside me. I had all this power. I could make John get down on his knees and beg for my forgiveness. John was still a gross, old man, but the thought excited me. On a whim, I decided I had no reason to take their abuse. Instead of filling up the glasses with water, I poured two orange sodas and marched back to the table.

Neither of them looked up when I came over. Wayne was regaling John with a charming story about the sugar baby he had back home in Cincinnati. He was saying how he had this girl available to fuck him whenever he wanted and all he had to do was pay her rent and occasionally buy her a designer bag. I set the sodas down on the table in front of them and stood back. John gestured at the glasses, "What the fuck is this? Go get us ice water like I asked."

I kept a pleasant smile plastered on my face even though I was fuming. "That's orange soda, John. Both of you, pick up the glasses."

They both reached out and picked up the sodas. I felt such a thrill at making these men obey me. "Now, dump it on your head," I ordered.

Without even hesitating, both men poured the glasses out on their heads. They leapt out of their chairs, shocked like someone had thrown the soda on them even though they had done it themselves.

"Sophie! What the fuck," John exclaimed.

"John, what is this?" Wayne yelled.

"Both of you, be quiet," I commanded. They instantly clammed up. "Look at what a mess you boys made. Why did you go and do that?"

"Because you told us to..." Wayne said, sounding like he couldn't make sense of why that was true.

I turned on him, acting totally innocent, "Do you always do whatever a pretty girl tells you to?"

"I...uh...no?" He sputtered.

"Well, let's find out." I moved in closer and whispered in his ear. "This meeting is over. Why don't you go home now?"

"Ok, Sophie," He muttered as he stood up and started for the door.

"Oh and Wayne?" He stopped and turned to me. In that moment, I saw for the first time how absolutely pathetic men were compared to the power I had over them. I had humiliated him and he was still helpless and obedient.

"Leave your car here."

Wayne looked like he didn't know how to react. Of course he would leave it. He didn't have a choice now. Still, he was raging at the injustice of it. "I live in Cincinnati!" He blustered.

"Ooh, that's a long walk, Wayne," I said feigning sympathy. "That might take a couple days. You better get going." Completely deflated and covered in sticky orange soda stains, Wayne shuffled out of the room.

"Sophie, you can't do that." John interjected.

I turned on him. "I can't do what, exactly?" I gave him my best withering look, begging him to explain what I had just done to him and his very important business client. I'll admit it was turning me on a little bit treating these men like this.

He looked very unsure of what exactly I had done. "You can't make him leave like that."

"I didn't make him do anything, did I, John?"

"You did something! You made him go home," John finished lamely.

"Do you think I can make anyone do anything just by telling them to?"

He was trying to come up with an answer. "No? No, of course you can't."

I pulled out a seat and reclined in it. It may have been bad, but he had been awful to me for so long. It felt good to put him in his place. In the years since then, I have made taking men down a peg into an art form. But few men have felt the full force of my anger, like John did that year. I decided that John deserved to be taken down about a dozen pegs. I looked at my nails absently.

"So if I told you to strip naked and go stand in the corner of the room, you wouldn't do that, right?"

"Absolutely not!" The indignation had reappeared in John's voice. He was trying desperately to reassert control over the situation. He was used to being in charge and he was very much not used to taking orders from a nineteen-year-old server. John was making it way too much fun for me to pull the rug out from under him.

I looked up at him and put every ounce of command into my voice that I could, "Strip naked and go stand in the corner, you fucking pig."

He started ripping off his clothes as quickly as he could. He was practically throwing them off his body. That was the moment that the owner of the restaurant stormed into the room. "Sophie, what the fuck is going on in here? That guy just left covered in soda." Then he registered that John was shirtless and in the process of tugging his pants off. "Why is he naked?"

I cocked my head like I didn't understand. "Who are you talking about, Kyle? There's no one in here but me and you."

Kyle shook his head and blinked to adjust to the new reality I had given him. John shuffled over to the corner, but as far as Kyle was concerned he didn't exist.

"Ok well, why did that guy storm out?"

I looked him right in the eye. "There wasn't any other guy, Kyle."

"Oh, ok," He turned that over in his mind, trying to make sense of it. After a few seconds, I noticed his face relaxed as he accepted what I told him. Maybe it was wrong of me, but I was having so much fun flexing my power. I could basically reach into his mind and flick away any thoughts I didn't like. These men didn't stand a chance against me. I was done letting them boss me around.

"Sophie," Kyle asked, "Do you know why I came in here?" Already, sweet, dumb Kyle had figured out that he was better off letting me do his thinking for him.

I smiled at him. "You were gonna give me the money in your wallet, remember?"

"Oh, yeah," He grinned back, relieved to know what he was supposed to be doing in this room.

He pulled his wallet out and handed me a wad of cash. It had to be a couple hundred bucks.

"Thanks, Kyle," I flashed my sweetest smile at him. He seemed to bask in my approval. God, men are pathetic, I thought. "I'm quitting, by the way. I think I just found a new source of income."

Kyle looked crestfallen. "Oh, ok, Sophie."

"I was the best employee you ever had, of course."

"God, I don't think we'll ever replace you.

I was about to dismiss Kyle when I got an idea. "Don't forget you're going to send the dishwasher and bus boy home with pay tonight and take over for both of them."

Kyle's eyes went wide. "Oh my god, I have to go. I have so much shit to do."

"Give everyone huge bonuses this Christmas, Kyle!" I shouted after him.

I stood up and walked over to John. He looked a little cold standing in the corner naked, but he couldn't do anything except stare at the wall.

"Now that we won't be interrupted, I have some things to go over with you, John. Turn around and get on your knees."

Like a puppet on a string, his body spun around and dropped to the ground. "Good boy. You need to start treating me with the respect I deserve."

He stared up at me. The expression on his face told me that he was trying to fight this, but he was losing badly.

"First, you're never going to touch me again. Putting your hands on me was the biggest mistake of your life and I expect an apology."

He was really struggling to keep his mouth shut. I hadn't even commanded him to apologize to me or explicitly said that he needed to. I had only said that I expected one and he was still barely able to keep himself from begging for my forgiveness. I decided not to push the issue right then. It was more fun watching him struggle to stay in control. There would be plenty of time to make him beg later.

He choked out, "You fucking bitch."

"I wouldn't keep digging your hole deeper, John. I was just going to have some fun at your expense. I can ruin your life if you push me."

"You can't do shit," He was struggling just to get the words out. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" practically jumped out of his mouth. He looked shocked, but his mouth was rebelling against him.

"Careful, John, you're losing control." John hung his head from the exertion. I lifted his chin to look at me. "Let me show you what I can do. Go get your wallet, phone and keys for me."

He scrambled over to his pile of clothes on the floor and came back with all of his personal possessions.

"Ok, which of your credit cards has the biggest limit?"

He pulled out a card, "This one doesn't have a limit."

I held out my hand, "Perfect. That's mine now." I specifically phrased in a way that left him a little wiggle room because I really wanted to watch John squirm.

John's hand holding the card started to tremble and I watched as his will crumbled in a few seconds under the overwhelming force of mine. He placed the card in my hand. I flashed him a condescending smile, "Thanks, Sweetheart. I'm going to buy whatever I want with this and you'll pay off as much as you can."

I pointed to his hand holding his car keys and phone. "Now, let's discuss your car. The car I drive is a piece of shit. Obviously, I need something better, so I think I'll take your car. Your Audi is very nice and I think you'll agree I deserve it."

John remained tight-lipped.

"I love watching you fight it. Tell me I deserve your car, John."

"You can have my car, Sophie."

I was taken aback. He was as close as he could possibly get to defying me. I had never seen anyone do even that before. I decided to stop playing games with him. I moved to the side. "Fall on your face, John."

He fell forward from his kneeling position onto his face. It looked like it hurt. He groaned with his face on the carpet. "I told you to tell me I deserve to have your very nice car. I expect to be obeyed."

"You deserve my car, Sophie."

"Better," I put my hands on my hips. "Now give me your keys." He reached up and handed them to me from the floor. I pulled the Audi key off the chain. "You can sign the title over to me later, but I'll take it home today."

I tossed the key for my 90's Toyota on the floor along with his keyring. "You can take mine."

John didn't say anything. The only sound was his heavy breathing.

"Thank me, John."

"Thank you, Sophie."

"Now about your phone..." I said. He offered it to me before I even asked. I couldn't help but laugh at him. "See? You're learning! You're better off just giving me what I want. What's your passcode, John?"

He mumbled a string of numbers, but his voice was muffled in the carpet and I had no idea what he had said. "I'm sorry. I can't hear you."

He strained his neck back to get his face off the floor, "3282."

"Perfect! I'm not taking your phone too, John. So, don't worry about that. I'm just putting my number in your contacts. If you get a call or text from me, you'll answer it immediately day or night. I can still control you over the phone, so don't get any ideas." I don't know what possessed me to do it because I hadn't thought of myself this way beforehand, but I wanted to make my contact in his phone something special. I named myself, "Goddess Sophie." It felt right.

I threw his phone down next to him. "All set. I'll let you go home, I guess. Your clothes are all sticky though. You better not put those back on."

From the floor, John whined, "My wife is home. I can't show up like this."

"Oh no," I filled my voice with fake sympathy, "Good luck explaining this to her!" I crouched down next to him. "You can get up in five minutes and scurry home with your tail between your legs. I'm going to take your car to the mall and spend all of your money. I'll be in touch." I stood up and walked out of the room, feeling like I was finally realizing my true potential. I was a goddess and it was time I started to live like it.