Words in Sand Ch. 06

(Note: all characters are 18 and over)

Introduction

College student Grayson Nichols finds an unmarked package at his doorstep. Inside, a copper ornamental box contains a statue holding a small bowl. Instructions translate before his eyes and read:

Fill the bowl with sand and write a command.

The command must be legible.

Write as many commands in a day as you wish.

A person cannot be commanded more than once a day.

A person cannot be commanded for more than 137th of a day.

A person must be properly identified.

Now, Grayson suspects he's damned, but he intends to see how far he can bend the world to his will. Marcus Aurelius once said, "A man's worth is no greater than his ambitions." If that's true, Grayson may have the highest net worth on the planet.

Hampered only by an old injury at the hands of a bully, he fills the bowl with sand and starts writing.

Chapter 6

The whole gang showed up to give their briefings to Grayson, who wore a cap. He wasn't anonymous, but it made him a little less recognizable, or at least felt that way. They made a circle in the cafeteria. Oliver and David reported another twenty grand they had picked up around the city. It sure was generous for the wealthy to give so freely. Sarah manufactured dirt on various college administrators. It was good practice for when she moved up to government officials. Danial had the rest of the group working at the office. Oh, how surprised Danial would be when clients scrambled for their business.

I'm proud of my little posse of miscreants.

Sarah pushed an envelope into his hand. She said, "I got the photos." He flipped it open, and she pointed at an old man getting a blowjob. "Here's Tiffany and the chancellor."

Grayson smiled and looked at his followers. "You have no idea how much this all means to me. We'll cheat, steal, and fuck to the very summit of the world."

Oliver raised a can of soda to a toast. "Fuck to the top."

A gaggle of cheerleaders caught Grayson's attention as they strode by. Long, shapely legs moved under their uniform blue skirts. Good, they would be great entertainment for the hypnotist event. He had had to write so damn many commands last night. He was getting faster at it, though. He could reuse the same command and just take his fanger, smudge out the name, and write a new one, which let him write hundreds of commands efficiently. Also, he'd learned that conditionals worked better. He had to provide a time if he wrote someone would do something when he snapped his fingers. But, if he just wrote if he snapped his fingers, he would not. Why it worked differently, he didn't know, but it simplified things immensely. The stage was set.

Sarah pointed at the television droning news behind them. "Look at that."

Grayson waved dismissively. "I don't watch the mainstream media, Sarah."

"No, look, that's crazy."

On the TV, a news anchor spoke:

"The state of California has made membership to the Flock of God mandatory, as long with a tithe."

An overweight pundit with gray in his curly hair said, "I don't know how it's gotten so far. Look, it blatantly violates the Constitution. The United States was founded on freedom of religion. It shouldn't have to go to the Supreme Court, but this is where we are, and someone needs to bring the case to them, but it seems like it keeps falling apart every time they try. And now Californians could face over a hundred-billion dollar tax by the Flock. It's insane."

"What do you think of their leader who calls herself The Anointed One?"

A picture of a girl appeared in the upper right. The girl had bangs, green eyes, and a thin nose held up as if in contempt.

"I don't know what's wrong with this girl, and I say girl because she's eighteen? She thinks she's Jesus returned for the End Times. Look, it's just ridiculous. You don't need a theologian to know she's not the Son. I think someone is using her, someone from the billionaire class who wants to destroy society."

"And what about the little riddle she gave yesterday? She said God told me there's another with a statue, the Antichrist."

"I think she might be on drugs."

Grayson massaged his withered thigh. A girl with a cult took over the Golden State? And she said she had a statue... That could mean there's another statue beside his. If so, she implied there were two and no more. Why the fuck would she let out that piece of information? He would need to get the statue out of his room and somewhere safe ASAP.

Okay, he needed to forget that for now. He was here for relaxation and team building. There was no need to derail his plans over some girl a couple thousand miles away.

He said, "It's California are you really surprised? Anyway, we didn't come here to worry about the news. We didn't even come here for our progress reports. I brought us here to have a good time. Enjoy yourselves, and that's an order."

David cocked his head. "We've come to watch a hypnotist?"

Grayson nodded. "Yes. Trust me when I say it won't be boring."

They looked at Grayson, intrigued. They moved to the adjacent room and sat in the rows of plastic seats around a stage. Students filed in and soon crowded the space.

Grayson almost fell asleep from exhaustion. Perhaps he had dozed a moment, for suddenly, a man on stage asked for volunteers.

Oliver shifted in his seat. "Can you give us a hint of what's gonna happen?"

David nodded. "I hate suspense."

Grayson sank back into his chair. "It's a surprise. But if you must have a clue, look at Victoria. She's everyone's favorite cheerleader. Her attitude is remarkably disdainful towards other students, but no one's perfect. I think it sets her apart."

Oliver said, "I asked her out once. She said she didn't want to have a fast food date. I thought that was unfair, we'd have gone to a buffet."

Grayson watched Victoria take her seat with the other cheerleaders, who were already raising hands. "It's the forbidden fruit that tastes the sweetest."

The cheerleaders entered his trap willingly, like a fly into a Venus flytrap. They took seats on stage along with a few other students.

Grayson made his way to the stage as well. He picked the last possible moment when everyone who had volunteered was already seated.

The hypnotist stared down.

Grayson limped his way past the front rows to the stairs. "Pardon me. Thank you. If you could move your leg." He took each stair seriously, as you never knew when one might send you on your ass. Conveniently, an empty seat sat beside Victoria, who, consciously or unconsciously, curled her nose at him. He ambled over and sank into the chair. The hypnotist seemed annoyed at the delay.

The hypnotist cleared his throat and spoke to those seated on stage. "Welcome. My name is Roberto, and I've been practicing hypnosis for over a decade. Does anyone here not know what hypnosis is?" He waited, but no one said anything. "Have you participated before?"

A girl in a red-striped shirt raised a hand.

"And how'd that go?"

"It didn't work on me."

"Well, okay. At least you're willing to give it another shot."

The show went on and on. It got some laughs from the crowd. The red-striped shirt girl did a chicken dance. It was all very fun and good-natured. It was time to change that.

Victoria only pretended to be hypnotized. When Roberto asked her to dance, she gave enough of a shake of her ass to catch the crowd's attention. It was the kind of ass you could write home about. I would write that the bottom of her ass looked God damn amazing, hanging visibly under her skirt. Fucking amazing.

Grayson snapped his fingers and spoke a name. Roberto Martinez.

That's when, in front of hundreds of students, Roberto stiffened as the words in sand seized him, and his eyes went wild as he spoke. "Victoria, suck Grayson's dick."

Victoria screwed her face up at Grayson and swiveled her head to give Roberto a piece of her mind. But oh no, she wouldn't get out of this. She would suck a cock in from of a full audience. She would do whatever the fuck Grayson wanted.

Snap.

"Victoria Green, do what I say."

Oh, I pity you, Victoria. You've spent so much time cultivating a reputation. You wouldn't even be caught dead in a group project with me, I just did the work. And you sure wouldn't be caught dead doing anything more. And more, more, more it would be.

Grayson stood and whispered, "On your knees."

A wild animal thrashed under her calm facade. She fell to her knees in line with his crotch.

The room became so quiet he could hear her breathing. He could smell the shampoo in her hair. He bent down and spoke into her ear. "Take my cock out and suck it in front of everyone. Touch it like you love it."

She did. She unzipped the fly of his jeans and freed his full length. She touched it sensually, stroking a hand along the shaft.

Phones were held high to record the hypnotized students.

How on Earth could this hypnotist allow such a thing to happen? Shocking.

She took him into her mouth and flicked her tongue against his tip.

"Tell them how much you like this cock."

She raised her voice so the crowd could hear. "This is a good cock."

Roberto's eyes finally started watching her give the blowjob. He would know he's fucked already, might as well enjoy the show. His next words came. "Take off your clothes, Victoria"

Victoria withdrew from the cock and stood. She took off her cheerleader uniform and peeled off of her panties. This surely wasn't that bad for her. She loved to tease. Of course, she would still be mortified by the sexual display, but she loved for others to see her body. Perhaps there was some modesty as she stood with her neatly shaved pussy facing a hundred guys.

Grayson whispered, "Tell me to fuck you."

Victoria displayed the closest thing to resistance he'd yet seen. He'd seen fear in the victim's eyes, could see the emotion under the surface, but her lip trembled. Trembled. This act must be working against every fiber of her being. She said, "Fuck me."

I thought you'd never ask.

Grayson pulled her legs apart and had to slow his groping. Something akin to rage overtook him, but it was not rage, it was a burning of lust. His dick pulsed with the desire.

She stood with her legs apart, facing the crowd. He came up behind her and squatted. His leg screamed, but he stifled the agony. This is how it would be done.

He groped a tit and ran his hand down to massage her clit, but it wasn't strictly needed. "You're fucking wet. So you want fucked." She was very turned on. Her clit was a hard bump, so he kept rubbing it as he thrust the head of his dick into her pussy. "I bet you're so damn picky you don't get a lot of sex, do you?"

She moaned as he pushed deeper. A few thrusts and he was to the hilt.

He looked into the crowd. Some openly gaped. Sarah didn't even try to hide the fact that she was masturbating, but others rubbed crotches, both dicks and pussies, with more discretion. Many had no doubt dreamed of doing something to this slut. Many were filming, of course. That's why he wore a hat and stayed mostly behind her. Perhaps he could be identified, but the focus was on her. And the blame would be on Roberto.

She shook with an orgasm. His fingers kept working, and she danced this way and that under the overstimulation.

And look how far the crazy religious girl had gone with the statue. Grayson needed to speed up his plans. He put his lips to her ear. "Tell them how much you loved this fuck."

She looked out at the sea of faces and said. "That was a good fuck."

Grayson laughed as that was the trigger. Am I a little crazy? Yes, Probably.

The cheerleaders dropped their clothes, and perky breasts and lovely pussies were displayed for the hungry crowd.