The Artifact

She gave me a wide, sexy smile and said, "You're really enjoying this aren't you? Yes, it's yours. Show me what I carried all the way here from Phoenix."

I opened the case wide enough for her to see that it was full of bundles of cash and a quit claim deed to a house in Scottsdale Arizona, with a set of keys. I took a quick look and counted the number of bundles and got an estimate of $85 thousand. She looked at me in wide-eyed fear as I closed the case. "What the hell's going on here?" she said. "How did you make me come here, using my dreams? What are you?"

I reached into her mind and molded in a calm trust in me as I took away her fear and prepared her to hear my story. Our meal came and we began eating as I slowly told her my tale. "My full name is Jonathan Franklin Katz. My nickname, when I was a kid was Jack. When Kennedy was president, a lot of people started calling me JFK. I was in the army and there my nickname was coats."

I could tell that Julie had calmed down a lot when she asked, "Why did they call you Coats?"

She broke out in a hearty laugh when I told her, "Think about it, my first name is Jack and my last name is Katz. Jack Katz my drill instructor started calling me Coats and it stuck."

I continued, "I know it sounds funny, but it could have been much worse. One of the guys in basic, his name was Peter Dixon. His nickname was penis."

Julie was laughing even harder as she slowly inching closer and closer to me while I talked to her, "My dad was in the navy in world war two. He served on PT boats with Kennedy, not on his boat, but in his squadron. I'm his oldest son, so he named me Jonathan Franklin so that I'd have the same initials. It was only natural that I'd be called Jack. Do you feel like you know me better now?"

Her musical laugh gave me a smile as I continued, "I'll tell you what happened to me, but just listen. I know that this story is hard to believe, but you will believe me."

I took a deep breath, trying to decide how to tell her the story without scaring her. Having been in the service, I knew that all war stories are lies. Things are distorted told in a different order than they happened, stupidity and cowardice are left out and actual heroes never tell the full story. I never tell war stories about my own experiences because I know that I'm as human as anyone else. If I hadn't promised Julie, I wouldn't have even told this story, but I was compelled to tell her what happened. The following is what I her.

I simplified the story a lot as I told her, "I was on patrol with my squad when I became separated. I was in enemy territory, surrounded and outnumbered, trying to make my way back to my company. I came across a monastery and I found an artifact. It was a medallion. I put it around my neck and went to sleep. Ever since then I've been able to do some amazing things, but I'm just learning how to use it."

"What kind of things can you do?" she asked, sounding skeptical.

"I can read your mind," I told her, to her disbelieving look.

"Tell me all about myself," she told me.

I closed my eyes and delved deeply into her mind and began speaking, "You are the oldest of three sisters, Keri and Janet. You look the most like your mother, her name is Debbie. You don't like your dad because of his problem with alcohol."

"You graduated from ASU and have been living with a friend, rather than moving back in with your family. You've been looking for a job, but haven't found anything in your field of art history. Your friend is losing patience with your job search and you've been considering taking a job waiting tables so that you can pay rent."

"You broke up with Dave, your boyfriend, six months ago. He wanted to marry you and have you stay home to raise the kids while he supported you, but you found out he was cheating on you. You knew he wasn't right for you anyway. You were with him for two and a half years, and made love frequently; but he never made you cum, not even once. You've wondered if men are even able to make women cum. Other than Dave, you've only been with two other men and none of them have made you cum."

Julie's face was bright red as she said, "Okay, you can read minds, what else can you do?"

I smiled as I told her, "I can answer your question. Give me your hand."

She hesitantly handed me her hand and I held in my hand, palm up. I made her feel everything I did to her palm on her clit, and began stroking her palm lightly. Her eyes widened dramatically as she began breathing erratically. "Oh my god, how are you doing that," Julie said as she began twitching with each stroke.

I doubled the intensity of the sensations and continued as I said, "Doing what?"

Julie bit down on her lip as she struggled to keep from moaning out loud. Her orgasm was so quick, since I'd been intensifying her libido since I first came into contact with her.

"So there's your answer, a man can make you cum." I told her, and then I continued, "But, let me impress you."

I took my thumb and pressed it to her forehead and held it there for five seconds. She began cumming over and over again. She grabbed my arm, held on with both hands and began bouncing against me uncontrollably. I let her continue cumming for about five minutes while I finished my meal.

When I released her, she leaned against me possessively as she struggled to catch her breath. After her breathing returned to normal, she looked at me and said, "Can you do that to anyone?"

I looked at her closely as I said, "As far as I know. I've never run across anyone who was immune yet."

Julie began giggling as she raised her hand and said to me, "Do it to the waitress when I call her over."

I looked at her for a moment and then said, "Unless she really wants to cum, it's like rape. You wanted me to do that to you almost from the time you saw me. If she's open, I'll do it."

Julie looked at me as if seeing me for the first time and finally said in almost a whisper, "You really are a good guy aren't you?"

"Probably not, but if that's what you want, I guess I could try to change; however I really don't expect to succeed." I said.

The waitress came up to us and Julie asked her to refill our coffee cups. I was busy looking into the XXX-rated mind of the single horniest woman I'd ever seen. When she left to get the coffee pot, I began reviewing what I'd found out about her.

The waitress was only nineteen years old. She'd wanted to go to college when she graduated from high school, but she couldn't afford it. She really wanted to be a nurse, but lately the closest she'd gotten was playing doctor with her boyfriend. She'd been saving every penny she made since she began working, trying to get together the last twenty-two hundred she needed to go to college, but she'd given up hope of getting it before school started this semester. While she waited, she was doing her level best to keep from fucking her boyfriend to death, but she was continually, increasingly dissatisfied with her sex life. She looked ditsy and frazzled, but she was incredibly sharp. Before she got back to the table with the coffee pot, I explained all this to Julie and told her what she had to do.

Julie was still basking in the afterglow of her orgasms when Kathy, the waitress, returned with our coffee. Being very personable, when Julie began talking with her, she smiled and responded. After listening to their banter for a couple of moments and reading that she had a few moments I decided that we had plenty of time to have some fun.

I asked Kathy, "Did you know that Julie has a superpower?"

Kathy gave me a grin, looking for the joke, as she asked, "Oh yeah, what superpower does she have?"

I leaned forward and said, as if I was trying to keep it confidential, "She's orgasm girl. She can cum without being touched, and any woman near her begins having multiple orgasms as well."

Julie was trying her best to act shy, but I could tell that she was highly turned on. Kathy didn't believe a word of what I was saying, but was having so much fun being teased that she decided to stay in this back section with us and play along.

"What type of costume does one wear for that type of power," Kathy teased back.

I continued with my conspiratorial tone as I said, "She has it on, under her clothes." My attitude let her know that I meant nude.

"It's eminently practical; she's always ready to exercise her power." I continued.

I saw her skeptical look and said to Julie's smiling face, "She doesn't believe in you baby, you'll have to prove it."

Julie locked eyes with Kathy and sat back, leaning into my arm. I intertwined Kathy's sexual response to Julie's and began to stimulate them both. Within a second, Kathy began moving the coffee pot to set down before she dropped it. Within five seconds Kathy leaned forward, bracing herself with her hands on the table to keep from falling down. Less than fifteen seconds after they started, they were both involved in intense orgasms. The deep scoop front of Kathy's peasant blouse, designed to be part of her revealing uniform, put her shear bra covered breasts on display. The flush of her arousal was featured prominently on her upper chest and cleavage, as she wiggled out her continual peaks.

I only kept them peaking for four or five minutes, but they both came twelve times. Kathy was staring at Julie in wonder, braced on the table, desperately trying to control her breathing as she gasped out, "That is the best superpower ever."

Julie was giggling wildly as she struggled to regain her normal breathing pattern as well. She eventually replied to Kathy, "It really isn't me; Jack's kind of a hypnotist."

"Oh fuck, I knew you two would be trouble when she put you back here." Kathy said as she picked up the coffee pot and turned to leave. As she was walking out, she turned her head back to us and said, "Don't leave before I get back."

Julie finally looked at me shyly and said quietly, "Oh Jack that was so fucking hot. I would have never guessed you were so kinky. You look like the boy next door, but you have the dirtiest mind ever."

I slowly sipped my coffee as she hurriedly finished her meal. We were about ready to go when Kathy came back. I opened up the briefcase and pulled out $5 thousand to give her a tip. Kathy's mouth dropped open and she started to cry. I stood to hug her and whispered in her ear, "I know that you've worked extremely hard, for a long time to become a nurse. I knew that you were a little more than $2 thousand short of your goal. I wanted to help you achieve your dream."

Kathy pulled herself from my arms and ran out of the room. I let her go, giving her privacy and turned to Julie saying, "You are free to come with me or leave, but you'll never forgive yourself if you don't come."

Julie had a large sexy smile on her face as she said, "I have to go with you just to see if you're as good in bed as you are in a restaurant."

We were both laughing as we walked to the register to pay. We were walking to my car when Kathy ran out to catch us. Gone was her uniform skirt, which she'd replaced with jeans. She still had on her peasant blouse, but she'd removed the name tag. Kathy ran right up to me and hugged me so quickly that her purse that she carried on her arm whipped around and hit me in the side. "I wanted to thank you so much. I almost thought I'd never get enough money together to leave." She said as she started crying again.

Julie reached around her as well and I told her, "It's just money, what's that measured against someone's happiness?"

Julie and Kathy both looked at me and then at each other. "Does he really think that way?" Kathy asked Julie.

"How the hell would I know? I just let him pick me up an hour and a half ago." Julie told her.

"I took off work a little early, let me go with you. I promise you'll both enjoy it." Kathy told us.

By this time, I was unlocking the doors of my car as I said, "We're on our way to Las Vegas. If you want to come with us you're more than welcome."

Kathy looked up at me and asked, "Can we stop by my house so that I can pack a few things?"

"Let's just go, anything you need, I'll buy for you." I told her.

Julie climbed into the back seat with Kathy and they began talking as I went to the trunk to deposit the attaché case.

Within minutes we were back on the freeway, headed to the adult playground. Kathy and Julie were asleep in the back seat, leaning against each other as I drove on in silence. It really was rather interesting when we pulled up to the luxury resort and casino, about one hundred sixty miles from where we started, twenty minutes later.

I was at the front desk checking in to the room with a girl on either arm a few moments later. When I examined the desk clerk, I found that he'd only been out of the service for less than a year. His nightmares were keeping him up and just about ruined his relationship with his wife. I reached in and remolded his mind, relieving his distress. I found where his wife should be and memorized the location. I'd be able to take care of her later.

I got the key and headed toward the elevator when I saw the giant slot machine near the street entrance. I walked over, put in the maximum amount of money and pulled the lever. I think that the sirens and flashing lights were the worst, as I put up with the pictures they took of me beside all five rows of the word jackpot. I filled out all the paperwork and took the cashier's check for $1 million. The girls were waiting for me as I came out of the offices and attached themselves to me. We finally got a chance to go to our room. I still had to fix Lance's wife (The desk clerk), but there would be time for all that later. Right now I planned on proving to both these wonderful women that I was just as good in bed as I was in a restaurant.

As we walked into the room, I got a clear premonition that something very dark and dangerous was headed my way. I had time, but I needed to hone my new abilities so that I would be able protect humanity.

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