Unsichtbarkeit

"God, god." She called out in a low but fervent voice. He moved faster and faster.

Tony felt himself coming to orgasm and worked harder and faster.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Here he was, a 44 year old married man with two children, fucking his wife's best friend. And he was loving every second of it. The "itch" he had felt the past week was being rubbed in an incredible way.

"God. Fuck." He called out as he had his orgasm. His entire body shuddered in pure pleasure.

It was the most incredible sex he had ever experienced.

For Marissa it had also been amazing. With each thrust, her body begged for his body to go deeper and deeper. The itch inside her was being scratched by Tony and it was incredible. She lost control and screamed out.

I sat in amazed silence. My dad's orgasm had looked like it must have felt incredible. Marissa was underneath him completely exhausted, gently rubbing his shoulders.

He pulled out and lay next to her, his still erect penis covered in the condom, glistening with wetness. Marissa pulled the blanket over her nude body and gently rubbed my dad's stomach.

"That was the best fuck I've had in ten years." She said.

"That was God damn amazing." My dad replied.

I crawled out of the room and then got up when I was out of view. I suddenly felt scared for some reason and I jogged out of the house. Back on the street I walked back to my car with my heart and mind racing with thoughts.

Had I done something wrong? Was this bad? I had just forced my own father and the mother of a close friend of mine to engage in adultery.

Back at home I also thought about this but I found myself incredibly aroused. I went into the bathroom and relieved myself with masturbation.

When my dad got home he hugged my mom and kissed her. My dad acted the same in the following days, only Marissa and I knew his secret.

To be honest, the sex had excited me but it had also terrified me. I pulled back from anymore "missions" in the near future and hoped things would cool down. Based on what I could understand from the texts in the book, the "Herrschaft" cream lasted only a few weeks, so I guessed that my dad's raging hormones (and Marissa's for that matter) had now calmed down and they would keep the sex a deep secret.

I was still fascinated by it and kept thinking back to it. I vividly tried to remember each detail, sometimes finding myself aroused and masturbating to the recollections. I had to see it again.

I ventured back to Marissa's house and once again entered it. The doors were locked now so I had to wear my gloves and carefully find a window that had been left unlocked. I entered her bedroom and scoured her underwear once more. I was tempted to steal another pair but controlled myself. I smeared the crotch of a dozen of her panties with the cream, making sure to rub it in with my fingers.

At home I did the same to a few of my dad's boxers, obviously less aroused!

I knew I was unlikely to catch another easy break like I had before, when I had happened to hear my mom on the phone and knew my dad's movements. I would have to do the detective work.

During the week I routinely drove by my dad's office in the middle of the day. His car was always parked in the same spot so I was disappointed but I kept up.

I always had another thought on my mind: How could I use my power to make money? I hadn't worked in a few months and only had about $4,000 dollars left in my savings account. I thought about a few different ways to make money. With the power of total invisibility and some minor precautions (like wearing gloves and a mask to prevent my hair or fingerprints from being found at the crime scene) I could be the ultimate thief. The reward seemed good but there were also risks: what would I do with the money or goods after I stole them? What if I got stuck somewhere? What if I hurt somebody else or myself?

I spent a few days thinking on this. One night while in bed I opened up the old book I had bought at the bookstore and reread the recipes, after I was done I was about to put it down when I noticed something in the back pages. Two pages looked like they were stuck together so I pushed them apart gently with a pencil tip.

My heart was racing when I realized it was another recipe page. This one looked slightly newer than the others and was much more technical. The name of the recipe was worn away but the pictures described it. It showed a man holding a recipe bundle, then swallowing a small piece of it. The next images showed the man looking upon a clock, another image showed him closing his eyes in what looked like concentration. The final image showed the clock, with a totally different time displayed. I was confused and reread the recipe several times before going to bed again. What was this final recipe?

The next day I made this recipe. It was a simple one, a small cup with a tiny drop of my blood, a few drops of olive oil and a tiny sprinkling of iron and copper. I mixed the ingredients into a tiny blob and swallowed it.

I looked at my clock and thought about it, as I imagined the inner mechanical and electronic components. I had a new awareness suddenly. I could feel the pieces inside. I felt like my mind could move or influence the pieces. The clock read that it was 9:45 PM and with a mere thought I moved the arms to read 1:00, then 12:00.

This recipe gave me the power to influence objects. I knew instantly how I could make money: I had to get to Las Vegas.

The new excitement drove me to plan my trip right away. I did some research and found out that the limit you could win without having to report income was $1200 dollars. I thought about telling some of my friends to go with me but I decided against it. I told my mom I was going with some friends though. Since I was 22 and could pay for the trip with my own money she only said "Be careful and have fun." I also said good bye to my dad, who was less enthusiastic about me going to gamble away money when I had no job, but I knew he had other things on his mind...

That Friday I skipped my last class and drove from my parent's house in Phoenix to Vegas. I booked myself into a small hotel off the strip and went straight to a casino after I was settled in. My first stop was the Luxor. I scouted a few machines and then went into the bathroom. I opened my pocket and swallowed one of the recipes I had prepared earlier. I walked around a few more minutes before I sat at a $1 machine and put in a $20 bill. I played this first bill without trying to "think" about winning, I just used my mind to probe the machine's electronic insides. It is a feeling I can't describe very well in words, you just feel like you are understanding the electronic circuitry with your entire being. I saw the random number generators not as a system of rapidly changing numbers but a line that undulated with each winning attempt. I learned to ride this "wave" and find spots where the machine would stop; these stopping points corresponded to certain winning combinations. I lost my twenty dollars on this first machine but felt comfortable enough to try another for a win.

I moved down a few machines to another $1 machine and inserted another $20. I pressed the "MAX BET" button and played a few rolls, getting to learn the waves and lines of this machine. I looked at the payout and decided to go for $800 dollar payout. I pressed the button once more and read the waves. The human mind is much faster and far more all-encompassing than the machine. In the two seconds that the machine was rolling the electronic reels, my mind was thinking about it as if it had hours. I watched the line of continuity and spotted the combination that would active the $800 combination.

I concentrated on it and felt it somehow click into position like natural.

The machine stopped and started blinking. I had won. I found myself actually excited and relished my victory, hoping to convince any observers that the win had been completely real. Then I thought "why bother?". There was no physical way they could tell I was cheating. I carried no tools or instruments, I had put real money into the machine and it was no-way modified. All I had done was coax the machine to naturally find a combination.

A person sitting behind my congratulated me.

"Thanks! I guess this is my night!" I replied with a huge smile on my face. I pressed the "CASH OUT" button and took my receipt to the Cash window. The woman smiled and handed me seven $100 bills and ten $10 bills. I smiled back at her and put one of the $10s into the tip box.

"Thank you sweetie." The woman said.

I walked out there with a huge smirk on my face. I was unstoppable but I knew I had to be careful.

Before the night was over I had played at three other casinos and garnered another $3200 dollars. Back at my hotel room I put all the money on my bed: $3900 in one night. I slept that night like a rock.

The next day I took $200 bucks and played naturally, losing most of it. I felt I would attract less notice if I limited my winnings and lost real money. I would lose $60 dollars on three machines, win $400 on the fourth and then lose $50 on the fifth.

Saturday winnings: $4900. I called my parents and told them I won "five grand" on slots. They were amazed but told me "Lock some in your car and don't gamble it all away! You need that money to pay for gas and car insurance!"

Before I left Sunday I played a few more machines and ended up with $2000.

I drove back to Phoenix with $10,000 dollars and had not attracted any attention.

I showed my parents half of the money and hid the other half in my room.

The next week went by normally until Thursday. I was in my room that night studying when I heard screaming and yelling. I was confused and quietly walked down the hallway. My mom was crying and screaming at my dad.

"Everything OK?" I asked.

"Go back to your fucking room!" My dad yelled. I wanted to curse back at him but I turned around and went back. I was tempted to cloak myself and listen to the argument but I decided against it.

Two days later my mom came into my room and sat on my bed.

"We have to talk honey." She said.

"Alrite."

"Your dad and I are... going to split up...."

What the fuck! I thought. What the hell brought this on, I thought it was a perfect marriage.

No. No. Was it? Did she find out about him and Marissa. I also thought, in a panic.

"Why." I replied.

"Its complicated but this is best honey." She said, hugging me and leaving, tears in her eyes. My heart sank at the thought that I had caused this.

My dad left to stay in a hotel as the divorce went through. My sister was devastated and seemed to side with my mom. I knew about the affair because I had caused it but I didn't know if that was the reason. Later my sister told me that it had been the reason and I feigned shock and disbelief.

I had secretly been the reason behind my parent's divorce. I felt sick and humiliated. My sexual fetishes had driven me to destroy my parent's relationship. I felt dirty and thought about throwing away all of the recipes but I couldn't, the power was too great.

I didn't use my powers for the next two months. My parent's divorce was quick but they hated each other now (and my sister hated my dad). By summer I was back home and my parents were selling the house and splitting the profit. I technically was now homeless so I found a job at a local electronics store and moved in with a friend. I hadn't used any of the recipes in quite some time.

My parents stayed in the Phoenix area; my mom moving into a condo and my dad renting an apartment in a nice part of town. I needed a change.

"Hey Mom, I'm heading to Vegas again for a weekend."

"Are you sure you can afford this?"
"Yeah, its all good."

"OK, please stay safe baby." She replied, clearly disinterested but still concerned.

I needed an escape, so I put some clothes into a suitcase and drove to Vegas once more. I stayed in a Casino this time (Imperial Palace) and got a Players Card. I was planning to win big so I spent roughly $500 or so in losing games before I played out how I was going to hit a huge jackpot. A giant jackpot would require meeting with casino officials and filling out paperwork for taxes so I had to cover all of my tracks.

I walked into the Bellagio and eyed a few machines in the high roller room. Before that I played some $10 machines. On the last one I activated the winning roll for a $9000 payout. The machine stopped and started blinking. People around me gathered and congratulated me as I, somewhat genuinely shocked, breathed heavily and acted as best I could.

"Jesus Christ." I said, over and over again.

"Woah, congratulations!" An older man said, patting me on my back. Two casino attendants came over and congratulated me; they brought me to an office to fill out some paperwork.

"I still can't believe this is happening." I said in the office, filling out an income tax paper.

"I hope you have a Players Card?" The attendant replied, smiling.

"Got one just tonight."

"Excellent, a Card makes all this so much easier! Do you play slots often?"

"Yeah, I honestly like this better than the cards. Especially after tonight!"

The attendants laughed and a third entered the room.

"Well our guys were looking at the machine and the motherboard and it looks like it was all working good. We can deduct the IRS bit here tonight and give it to you as cash, a voucher or as a cheque."

"Uhh, I guess I'll take three thousand as a voucher and the rest as a cheque."

"Sounds good, I'll get the paperwork." One of the attendants said, leaving the room for a moment.

"Well we hope you keep playing here. Can we get you a room for a few hours rest? Have you had dinner yet?"

"To be honest I'd like to play some of the high roller machines but yeah, I'm pretty hungry also." I said smiling.

"Awesome, I can take you over there and then get you a free voucher for meal tonight, how does that that sound?"

"Sounds good." I replied, smiling and wiping the light sweat off my face randomly, trying to come off as "shocked" as best as possible. Based on what I saw of the attendants, they were buying 100% of it.

The attendant took me to the high rollers room and got me a bottle of water.

"I'll be right back with that dinner voucher, good luck and come to the Guest desk if you need anything OK?" The attendant said, smiling wide.

There were six $500 dollar machines and I stood in front of them. Another casino attendant, an older man in a suit, came forward and talked to me.

"Looking to play one of these?" He asked, smiling

"Yeah, I won nine grand on another machine and just got the paperwork done on that. I'd love to throw a few spins in these boys before I leave."

"Gotta play money to win money." He joked.

"Definitely, which one you think I should try." I asked.

"Oh I don't know, that's up to you I guess. Whichever one looks lucky to you!" He replied, smiling and laughing for a moment. "The one at the end hasn't been touched in a while." He added, nodding to a machine. We both walked towards it.

I pulled out my voucher and inserted it. When the attendant saw the voucher he perked up abit and paid more attention to me.

He knows I am the real deal.

"Good luck, go for that Maximum Bet."

"Definitely, only way to win." I replied, pressing the "MAX BET" button. The first roll won nothing.

"Damn." I said, sitting back in the chair, trying to look like I was seriously contemplating leaving.

"You have enough for one more Maximum Bet. Total payout is alittle over a million." He said.

"I guess I was prepared to lose money from the start anyways."

"I hope you cashed some of that earlier winning right? That is the real way to make money on these machines."

"Yeah I told them to send four grand or so to me as a cheque."

I looked at the machine for another moment or so before I quickly pressed the button again.

Lights blinked, sounds blared and the old man was almost on the floor with shock as the reels stopped on the maximum payout.

"Holy fucking shit. Shit!" I yelled.

"Jesus Christ!" The man said. I felt true excitement and was shaking. I stood up.

"Stay here, please stay. We have to get some people over here! You sir are one lucky man tonight!" The man said, grabbing my shoulders playfully.

"I think I might throw up." I said in a shaky voice.

"Sit down and relax, sit, sip some water." He replied.

The high roller slots were in a closed off part of the casino so only a few other players came over to congratulate me. An older woman and her friends hugged me and made quite a ruckus. The casino attendants and the floor manager came over.

"I'll be damned, you won again!" One of the attendants from earlier yelled, her face in shock. A few people shook my hand and hugged me.

"Well we have to do that process all over again!"

"That's ok, its ok, I need to sit down I think." I replied, still shaking and rubbing my face and head.

They took me back into an office once more and I filled out the paper work, this time they made me wait almost an hour before the floor manager came back in.

"Well sir we took that machine apart twice and checked our computers. We even looked at the tapes and it is a genuine, honest to God, win. On behalf of the MGM Mirage Company I congratulate you and hope you stay with us longer. I'm going to offer you a room for tonight and tomorrow night, four meal vouchers and a MGM Black Players card." He said, shaking my hand and handing me back my driver's license and some paperwork.

I was hit with a 37% tax but cashed out with $942,000 dollars. I was still shaking when I walked up to the free room they had given me. I nervously called my mom and told her what had happened. She was speechless and couldn't believe it. She was so shocked that she called my dad to tell him. A half hour later he called me and we talked about it for almost an hour.

"Well things just got a lot easier for you. Listen to me and be smart with that money." He said in a serious tone.

My grandmother and uncle even called me that night, all congratulating me and asking what I was going to do with the money. I honestly had no idea and told them I would "pay off all my bills and college".

The next morning I was awakened by a knock at the room door. It was a casino attendant telling me about some poker tournaments that were scheduled for later in the day.

"Nah, I'm a total slots guy after last night." I replied. An hour later or so another casino representative came to my room and personally told me about the casino's many luxury accommodations and how my new Players Card would work. It was clear they wanted me to stay so they could win back some of the money they had lost last night.

By afternoon my friends I heard about it and called me. They were excited and in states of disbelief. I cashed in my meal vouchers for some food and played some more, not winning anything other than a $200 payout.

Back home I felt like a new life had dawned on me. I moved out of my friend's apartment and within a week was closing on a $400,000 home in a high-end part of the city. The house was a 5bed, 3bath luxury home with a three car garage and a backyard swimming pool. I bought some nice furniture, three HD plasma TVs and even a new computer. I put the rest of the money into a savings account and put about $280,000 into a laddered high-yield CD. I also paid off all my bills and bought some new clothes.

I felt like a God.

Strangely enough, after a few weeks my new life seemed normal. I met with my parents for dinner on separate nights and they both told me the same things "save the money", "don't spend it all", "make sure to put away some for the future" etc...