[jaslim_87]

"Kim, please pack up your things. It's time for us to go." My Chinese girl cooperatively stopped writing and shoved her pen and notebook inside her knapsack. I packed up my own stuff. I then relayed another virtual scene to keep her occupied. "Kim, in a minute I'll get up and start walking out of here. You'll follow, staying about 10 feet behind me. You'll no longer think that you're looking for jobs in the campus employment office. Instead, while you're following me and until I give you further notice, you'll think that you're walking home. The walk will take a lot longer than usual, because you'll keep running into old friends whom you haven't seen in a while and who'll have a lot of fascinating things to say. As before, you will continue to obey all orders that I give you without question, and you won't notice that you're doing anything out of the ordinary." I stood up, and we walked out of the building.

I started strolling through the campus with Kim in my wake. In front of me I spotted a blond linguistics grad from one of my seminars. She was walking slowly, deep in conversation with her chair, gesturing furiously while making some bullshit academic point. I had been fantasizing about getting into those tight pants for some time now. "Go to the library and wait on the steps," I projected. "Wait on the steps and smile at people as they pass by." The blond grad blinked several times, looking momentarily confused. Then she stopped talking, turned, and began striding rapidly in the direction of the library. "Uh, I guess we'll take this up again later," hurredly called out the grad's chair to her trailing backside.

I loved my new toy. It would be especially fun at parties. I looked around, searching for ideas. "Hop," I commanded to my human shadow. Behind me, the Chinese girl tucked her rear leg tightly beneath her ass. She commenced bobbing stiffly up and down on the other leg, cheeks, breasts, and ass all jiggling at once. "Faster," I said, making the oscillations of her body parts even more frenzied. She began to flail her arms to try to keep her balance. I didn't want her to hurt herself unduely. "Okay, go back to just walking." The Chinese girl flowed back into her usual athletic glide.

Kim and I reached the front door of the Neurosciences Building. My office was on the third floor. I normally would have taken the elevator, but today I preferred the stairs. I had my Chinese girl walk closely in front of me, so I had an excellent view of the muscles rippling and bunching in her legs and calves as she climbed. We reached my office door, and I unlocked it. Fortunately, no one was around, although I suppose with my new toy it wouldn't have made much difference. I turned on the light, and Kim followed me in.

"Stand at attention, Private Kim," I mentally barked, as I reached out to close the door. She immediately stiffened. I walked around her, critically checking her posture. On a whim I decided to poke my finger into her soft breasts and tight belly. This was a mistake. She flinched, her unseeing eyes rolling in terror, her mouth opening wide as if preparing to scream. I realized that from her point of view she had suddenly been prodded by an invisible poltergeist in the middle of her inner walk. "You didn't feel that," I quickly soothed her. "You won't feel anything that happens between us." Her expression returned to its previous bland serenity. That was close.

I moved to clear some space off my desk. I starting transferring piles of computer print-outs, xerox reprints, old soda cans, and half-empty potato chip bags to the floor. When I was done, I went over to my office boom-box and popped in a CD. I turned the volume up about half-way. The retro new-wave trilling of "Good Stuff" by the B-52's filled the room. "Climb up there and dance for me," I prompted. Kim hurried to comply, and I plopped down in my desk chair to watch.

In her own abstracted way, the Chinese girl was a very good dancer. The movements of her head, hands, breasts, pelvis, and feet all counterpointed each other in complex syncopation. After five minutes of strenuous dancing, her arms and legs were covered with a sheen of sweat. Her breathing rate, however, had hardly changed at all. Obviously, my Kim was in good shape. As she started to sweat more, her t-shirt also became wet, sticking to and outlining her breasts. With her long hair swaying behind her, she looked very erotic.

"Strip," I commanded. She kept dancing, the shirt going over her head, the shorts dropping to be kicked away. That was all she had on. "Fondle yourself. Both hands, tits and cunt." Her dancing hands drifted to her erogenous zones. Her dripping face remained impassive. I decided she needed a touch of internal stimulation. "Kim, as you are walking home, you see that guy Chuck, the one you were fantasizing about. He's coming over to talk to you. Maybe he wants to ask you for a date. Isn't that exciting?" At last, Kim's breathing started to quicken. Her nipples grew red and hard, and the musk of her sex filled the air. She was ready, and so was I.

I had already decided to take her doggy style with both of us standing. My "all-nighter" couch afforded some other possiblities, but would have been quite cramped. "Kim, stop dancing and climb down. Stand on your toes about three feet in front of my desk. Lean forward and prop yourself up with your arms." She did exactly as she was told. I unzipped my jeans and dropped my shorts. As I reached out my hand to stroke her rounded ass, I had another idea. "Kim, do me a favor. Each time I press into you, give out a large squeak, as though you were a giant inflatable mouse." I penetrated her easily and started thrusting myself vigorously forward against her muscular butt.

"Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek!"

"Unnhhh!" I collapsed on top of my Chinese girl, almost knocking her over. In a daze I climbed off and started pulling up my clothes. Wow, that was quite a rush. My head was still pounding.

I dropped into my chair a second time. I positioned Kim on her hands and knees in front of me so I could lay my feet in the middle of her supple back. Happy with my new living footrest, I leaned back in my chair, simultaneously gazing out the window at the campus scurrying below me. I reviewed my plans for the rest of the afternoon. The bank, and definitely the mall. There was something I was forgetting. Ah yes, the library. Can't miss the library. My tired cock stirred briefly. I hoped I was up to it.

After getting my breath back, I stood up and reached for my knapsack. I told Kim to get dressed and handed her back her bra and panties. I decided to keep the sandals as a souvenir. It was time to say goodbye to my favorite Chinese girl. "Kim, give me a kiss. The same kind of kiss that you gave to that guy Bill when you were making out with him earlier this week." Kim walked over to me, stood on her toes, put her arms around me, and pressed her lips up towards mine. As our tongues met, I looked closely into her wide, shining eyes. They were not blank - never blank - just distracted. I reached up to stroke her hair. After a minute I broke off the kiss, a little misty-eyed. I would miss her.

"Kim, go home. When you get to the part of the walk that you usually take between the Campus Employment office and your house, merge what you've been seeing in your head with what you're actually see in front of you. After that perceive things the way you normally do, remembering that you spent a perfectly ordinary day at the Campus Employment office looking for summer jobs and that you're now going home. However, don't realize that your sandals are missing until you get back to your room, or until someone points it out to you." She picked up her knapsack and her purse and headed for my door. The last thing of I ever saw of the Chinese girl was a glimpse of her trim ankles turning the corner. I went on to have even more exciting adventures with my telepathic amplifier. Kim never did figure out what happened to those sandals.