Agent in Distress Ch. 06

"Good," said Victor, taking the glass and placing it on the table. "Now sit back and relax, it's a comfortable chair, maybe recline it a bit, there you go. Lean back and close your eyes. The enhancer works very quickly so we can start right away."

For the next 20 minutes, Victor would read a sample projection from the textbook, and then have me try to send it to his mind, and he would tell me if he could sense it working. It was difficult, in part because I found concentration difficult, for my mind kept wandering, thinking about Victor.

After about 15 minutes, he suddenly held up his hands. "Lana, I am getting some projections from you, that is good. But . . . your projections are . . . not the right ones."

I looked at him in alarm. Was I projecting my crush onto him? I hadn't even realized.

"Lana, you need to focus. Stop thinking about me, and think about the material," he said, pointing to the textbook.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" I exclaimed, my face turning red. I looked down at my hands. "You must think I'm such a foolish child."

He laughed, then stopped when he saw me looking upset. "Lana, you're not a child. You're . . . a lovely girl, talented, beautiful. But . . . uh . . . I like my women to be a little more . . . sophisticated? Sexy? Mature?"

I stared at him for a moment. "I can be sophisticated . . . and sexy!" I exclaimed. I just hadn't needed to be those things before to attract boys. But Victor was a man. "I'll prove it to you," I added, eagerly. "Just tell me what I'm doing wrong, is it the way I dress?"

Victor sat back, looking exasperated. He thought for a moment, then he smiled. "Well . . . of course not, you dress like the freshman that you are."

I dressed like a freshman, of course. He liked older women, I thought, mentally slapping myself on the forehead. The women he dated probably dressed in the latest fashion - or wore sexy lingerie or something. I didn't have any sexy lingerie. Xanthian girls really didn't wear that stuff until their twenties, if then. Then my eyes grew big; I had an idea. "Victor," I said, whispering conspiratorially, "Maybe you could pick out some sexy lingerie for me, and I'll wear it, prove to you that I can be mature!"

Victor seemed to fight down a chuckle, then he suddenly stopped laughing, when he realized I was serious. He had a curious look on his face. "That's probably not uh, appropriate."

I sensed weakness, maybe there was a chance. "Only if you see me wearing it! I'll just wear it underneath my clothes. It'll make me feel more mature. There's no harm in that, right?"

He didn't seem convinced. I reached out suddenly and grabbed his hand. "Please, Victor?" I begged. "It would mean so much to me! I'm used to boys, who don't give a damn what I wear, they just want to jump in my pants. I want to know what a man thinks of me! What a man would have me wear!"

After a long pause, during which I gripped his hand tightly in my own, I could see he was caving in. "Oh-kay, Lana. Sure, I'll pick out something for you. I'll go shopping tonight and give it to you tomorrow, how about that?"

"Oh, thank you, thank you!" I beamed, lunging forward to give him a hug. I was already thinking about things he might pick for me, but he sat me back down.

"Now we have a few more minutes before the enhancer wears off, let's keep practicing." I eagerly agreed, and in my elated state, I started having success with the sample projection, even Victor praised my improvement. Shortly after, the enhancer started wearing off, and my ability to project wore off with it. I began to get frustrated and anxious. Victor finally stood. "Lana, you did well, but this is exhausting for you, go home and get a good rest, and I think you'll be fine tomorrow."

"Uh, okay," I said, not feeling confident. It was worrisome that I seemed completely unable to project once the enhancer wore off. Victor smiled reassuringly as he walked me to the door.

"Trust me, your mind is exhausted now, but tomorrow you'll be able to do it. And see me after class tomorrow, I'll have something for you," he added with a wink. I stood in the doorway hoping he would kiss me, but he didn't, and I was stupid to expect it. I'd never had to chase a man before, and I had no idea how to do it.

He was closing the door so I quickly spoke up, "Victor? Will you kiss me?" I couldn't believe I was saying it, but I was desperate to reach the man somehow, someway.

He didn't laugh this time - he seemed to be evaluating me. After a long moment during which my heart as stuck in my throat, he finally leaned down to me. "Lana, I'll pick out something very special for you to wear. Let's start with that, keep things simple, alright?"

I swallowed heavily, nodding despite my disappointment. Then to my surprise, he reached up to cup my neck with his hand, and kissed me gently on the lips. A soft sound like a sigh escaped my throat at the wonderful feeling of his lips on mine, and then all too soon it was over. "Goodnight, Lana," he said, giving me a smile as he closed the door. I exhaled, feeling my heart thumping in my chest, as I was overcome with relief and happiness. I couldn't keep the smile off my face as I danced my way back to my dormitory across the quiet evening campus. Hopefully no one saw me looking like a fool.

That night I struggled to sleep, mulling over the day's events in my head, and trying to imagine what Victor would pick for me to wear. The next day I woke feeling rested, thinking of Victor and the day to come. I could barely concentrate in dance class, rushing off as soon as the bell sounded to Victor's class. I sat down just before the 10:30 bell, but my anxiety about the test pushed out any amorous thoughts about my instructor.

One by one, Victor took us into the next classroom for a five minute test. I watched in trepidation as each boy returned, some smiling with success, others frowning in disappointment. By the time it was my turn, I was a nervous wreck. I was going to fail the test, and ruin everything!

"Lana, come," said Victor, gesturing to me from the door as Jones returned to his seat. The boy gave me a wicked grin, certain was I was going to fail. I walked to the door and followed Victor, feeling like a prisoner walking to her execution. We entered another classroom and he sat me down in a desk at the front of the class, then sat on the desk in front of me.

"Mr. Talio, I . . . I'm sorry . . . I don't know if I can do this?" I blurted, anxious to lower his expectations as far as possible. He held up his hand.

"Lana," he said, his voice low even though the door was closed. "Last night as I was shopping downtown in a rather pricey boutique for women's lingerie, I realized something." He paused, looking at me in a way that made me feel awkward. "I realized that you had already passed your test."

"I what?" I stammered, confused.

Victor was nodding, but he seemed disturbed. "I realized that when I agreed to pick out clothing for you . . . I was influenced by your projection. You convinced me to do it with your mind."

My eyes widened. Could it be true? Suddenly I panicked. "Mr. Talio, I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean--"

He raised his hands suddenly. "Don't apologize, Lana, you didn't know you were doing it, and . . ." he smiled then, "it was a fair payback for what I did to you in class."

I smiled back, taking a deep breath. I wasn't in trouble it seemed. Then my face lit up. Victor was nodding. "Yes, Lana, I think we can give you a pass on the test. Go ahead back to class and tell Erik to come in here."

I jumped to my feet and ran over to hug him, before he could react. I quickly pulled back, blushing. "I'm sorry, I forgot where I was . . ."

"It's quite alright," he said. Then he winked at me. "And since you made me go through all the trouble, I might as well give you your gift. Stay after class for a minute and I'll give it to you."

"Oh Victor!" I exclaimed, hugging him again, before stepping back and adjusting my clothes to make sure I looked proper, and giving myself a moment to stop blushing before returning to class. As I walked past Jones, who was eyeing me carefully, I winked at him, and he cursed under his breath.

After class, when all the boys had left, Victor walked over with a small shopping bag with an unfamiliar brand on the side, and placed it on my desk. I quickly squirreled it away in my school bag. "You don't have to wear it or anything," said Victor, smiling down at me. "Just consider it a reminder of your first successful telepathic insertion." I got to my feet to give him another hug, but he held up his hands, smiling. "You'll crush me with those hugs. I'll see you tomorrow," he said, walking out the door.

I was so excited, I skipped lunch and went straight to my dorm. Unlocking the door to my room, I went to the bed and dumped out the contents of the bag. It was a set of matching bra and panties in bright red, and I held them up, smiling. They were sexy and exotic, just like I'd imagined--hoped Victor would pick for me. Without a thought, I stripped down, anxious to try them on. The bra looked too large as I slipped my arms through it and fastened it behind my back, yet strangely the soft material seemed to mold itself to my shape, making a perfect fit, supportive but comfortable. I picked up the panties, noticing that they seemed heavy. The material was unfamiliar to me - on Xanthia we wore natural materials, but this must have been some kind of synthetic. I stepped into them, pulling them up over my hips. Like the bra, the material seemed to contour itself to my hips, again a perfect fit. The sides were cut very high on my hips, dipping in the middle and behind. I was grateful that the back was not narrow like a thong - those were so uncomfortable.

I skipped over to the mirror to check myself out, and gasped at what I saw. I looked so sexy, it was an unfamiliar and exhilarating feeling. I turned around, taking in the look from all angles, then did a few dance moves, giggling to myself. After spending much too much time in front of the mirror, I decided I'd better get ready for my next class. I went back to the bed and reached up to unhook the bra, pressing the release. Nothing happened. I tried it again - it wasn't attached by hooks, but by a small latch, yet no matter what I did, it wouldn't come undone. That's odd, I thought, it must be broken. Thinking I'd get one of my girlfriends to help, I bent over to pull off the panties. They wouldn't budge. I tried pulling on the elastic, only to find it was no longer elastic, it would barely move. I could probably slide my hand under the waist-band, but it wouldn't stretch enough to pass over my hips. It felt like it was made of steel, yet when I'd put it on, it had stretched like any ordinary elastic band.

After pulling on it for a minute, I decided it was some kind of special material that could change from elastic to solid like steel. Such things didn't exist on Xanthia but I'd heard advanced worlds had them. I also noticed there was a hard spot on the back, the size of a fingerprint, which I guessed must unlock it. I assumed only Victor could unlock the panties and bra. Rather than frighten me, it gave me a thrill, knowing that I'd have to ask Victor to take them off for me. I was sure I could cut them off if I had to, but that would be a shame, they were so pretty.

Realizing I was late, I dressed for my next class and hurried off. I could visit Victor in the evening after my martial arts class. I smiled at the thought of Victor making me beg him to remove my panties. I finished my regular classes and was getting ready in the martial arts locker room. It felt strange to be wearing lingerie under the uniform, so I put on a t-shirt and cotton shorts over them, then put on my white uniform and tied off the black belt, which they'd given me after testing all of our experience levels in the first week. I'd been training in the traditional Xanthian martial art since I was 4. I loved it, the art improved my confidence and flexibility, even my dancing. And I took a guilty pleasure in defeating the Institute boys on the sparring mats.

Out on the training mats, I forgot all about Victor's gift, as we performed our stretching exercises followed by punches and kicks. Then we took a few minutes to put on our sparring gear - gloves, chest protector and foot and shin pads. When we all went to line up, I gasped, for there standing next to the instructor was none other than Victor. I couldn't imagine what he was doing there.

"Class," said my instructor, a small, wiry old man with the eyes of a hawk. "This is professor Talio. He's joined us here today to assist in your telepathic fighting skills. Please give him your utmost attention."

I watched in a mixture of anxiety and fascination as Victor took a step forward and began addressing the class. "Thank you for having me. Let me just say, I'm not a fighter like you gentlemen and ladies. But there are skills you can learn which will assist you in any combat situation. Allow me to demonstrate." He looked over the group, until his eyes came to rest on me. "Ah, Miss Torina, why don't you step forward. Right over there on the mat." Feeling nervous, I moved to the sparring mat, as he addressed my classmates. "Lana is in my 2nd period Communications class." Then he looked around. "I need another volunteer. Who'd like to take on Miss Torina in a sparring match?"

There was a chorus of "me's" in response, to a degree that surprised me. But one of the girls spoke up in my defense. "Mr. Talio, she's our best student. Nobody here can beat her."

Victor raised an eyebrow. "Indeed? Well then how about I get two volunteers?" Now I was really getting nervous. The girl made it sound easy, but defeating two opponents would take all my skill and concentration. What was Victor up to? I looked around, noticing that none of the girls volunteered, in fact they looked a bit unhappy, no doubt thinking Mr. Talio was bullying me. He had no trouble finding two male volunteers, however. One of them was a big, black haired kid named Varga who had wandering eyes - I'd sparred with him before, and knew losing to me made him angry. The other kid was a junior named Henri, who was blond with pretty-boy looks. He was one of those young men who thought every freshman girl should swoon for him. For that reason I never held back on him when sparring like I did the other lower belts. And I think he hated me for it.

When our instructor gave the start gesture, I bowed, then entered into my sparring stance, moving about with light, quick movements. The two boys maneuvered so one was behind me, but I was always in motion, my movements unpredictable as I kept them both in my peripheral vision. We'd been learning to use telepathy to anticipate our opponent's moves, but it was a difficult technique for novice telepaths to learn. In my case, however, 14 years of training had taught me to anticipate opponents visually - the shifting of weight between their legs, the look in the eyes, the tensing up of muscles before a strike. With these two boys the signs were obvious. I was also faster, which meant their only hope of beating me was in close or grappling like a wrestler. Henri came in close with that intention - I kicked low, switching mid-strike to a high kick, and caught him on the side of the head. Then I crouched, spinning completely around, extending my leg to sweep his back foot, sending him crashing to the mat.

Varga grabbed me from behind; he'd sparred with me before and had probably anticipated my move. I crouched low and turned, wriggling out of his arms, and continued the move bending my torso forward to allow my right leg to swing up in a backwards arc and strike him in the side of the face. The bottom of my foot had no protective padding, making the hit more painful than usual.

"Oww!" yowled Varga, holding his cheek. He turned to our instructor to complain, "Master, she kicked me in the face!"

"Next time, move your face," said old man in his peculiar accent. He wore a very tired-looking black uniform with a black belt adorned with red lettering, and he was watching us intently. I went calmly back to a waiting stance as Henri slowly got to his feet, and Varga moved back to his starting position, muttering curses under his breath. His eyes were daggers in my direction, but I only gave him a slight grin, which made him frown. I looked over to Victor, hoping he'd been impressed by my performance, but he was unreadable. I watched him take a step forward then, and my eyes narrowed, wondering what he had planned.

"Alright, let's try that again," he said, patiently. "And this time, I want you boys to try projecting at your opponent."

"What should we project?" said Henri, looking at him skeptically with his hands on his hips.

"Non-telepathic fighters try to intimidate their opponents, do they not?" said Victor. "They try to take their opponent off his game, by goading him, taunting, or intimidating. You must learn to do this telepathically, as well as physically." He looked at Lana with a grin. "I don't think intimidation is going to work on this particular young lady, so you might try taunting her, or distracting her somehow."

I smiled at Victor's off-handed praise, and tried not to chuckle at the thought of Varga and Henri trying to taunt me. Then I remembered what had transpired in Mr. Talio's classroom, and became suspicious. It wouldn't be unlike Victor to project into my mind to illustrate his point. I closed my mental shield - even he wouldn't be able to penetrate it. I'd lose the ability to anticipate my opponents moves of course, but I didn't need telepathy to beat these two. I got into my fighting stance, as did the two boys. They were in for a surprise if they thought they could distract me mentally. Once again the boys maneuvered so one was behind me, but I padded around the mat, keeping them moving to try to flank me. Vargas in front of me would punch or kick, but I easily dodged or blocked his attacks. The boys were bigger and stronger, so blocking their kicks required perfect technique, and was still painful for me, but it wasn't always possible to dodge.

Suddenly I felt the strangest thing. It was as if something moved between my legs on my crotch. I blinked in confusion, but the odd sensation continued. It felt like something was gently spreading my vagina, not penetrating, just opening it slightly, spreading the opening of my nether lips apart. It was so strange that I looked down at myself, but of course I couldn't see anything, and Vargas must have seen me look down, for he launched a kick, striking me in the stomach. The force knocked me off my feet and I landed on all fours, doubling up in pain. The boy was double my weight, and I'd never let myself get kicked by him before. The strange sensation that had distracted me was still there - it felt as if my pussy was slightly spread open, but I was too angry to worry about that. I jumped to my feet, infuriated by the grin on the boy's face. Dodging an attempted grab by Henri, who was still behind me, I launched a furious attack at Vargas, getting inside his attempted block and striking him three times in the chest, knocking him back enough to launch a fast sidekick which sent him toppling over backwards.

At that moment, I felt rather than heard an odd buzzing, right on the parted lips of my womanhood. A soft gasp escaped my throat at the shockingly pleasurable sensation, and my thighs closed of their own accord, but that didn't do anything to stop the buzzing. The panties, I realized. It felt like they had a built-in vibrator? It explained why they were heavy. I had no sooner finished the thought than I felt two powerful arms wrap around me. Damnit! Henri had used my distraction to grab me. I tried to kick him but he lifted me off the ground with ease. In real combat I might have used my head to break his nose, but that type of move obviously wasn't allowed in class. My legs flailed without striking flesh, and then he threw me to the ground, falling on me. The fall knocked the wind out of my chest and I gasped for breath, as he twisted me, clearly going for a pin. I tried to squirm out of his grasp, and at that moment, the buzzing between my legs changed, from all around, to one specific and very sensitive spot. A soft cry leaked from my tightly closed lips. With my nether lips spread wide, my tiny clit was exposed, and that was where the vibrations seem to be focused. The pleasure seemed to fill my mind, my legs frozen, clenched tightly to try to ward off the sensations. I didn't even realize that my mental shield was opening, as I was unable to maintain the minimal amount of concentration that skill required.