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Rear in the Window
When Cynthia sees her neighbors through their window, her world changes forever.
[Warning: this 11000-word short story contains graphic depictions of sex driven by mind control. Cynthia is made to yearn for it, crave it and perform on command.]
Excerpt: I stared out the window of a small classroom on campus. My mind was on my vivid dreams, rather than Russian literature. It was my last class of the day, and all I really wanted to do was go home. At this rate, I was going to run my apartment building out of cold water. “And that,†Professor Martin said, “Is all the time we have for Nikolai Gogol’s wandering nose today.†That got a giggle from some of the class, but I just flipped my notebook shut and slid it into my bag, not a single note actually taken today. I rose and headed out of the classroom, a couple of steps behind everyone else. “Miss Baker?†the professor asked, “Is everything all right? I noticed that you seemed… distracted.†That was certainly an understatement. I blushed and turned to the professor. He was only maybe ten years older than me and with his easy smile and casual dress, he wouldn’t have looked out of place sitting at a desk with the class, rather than behind the podium giving the lecture. Between that and his enthusiasm for teaching, I figured this was probably his first rodeo. I replied, “Um, great. Just haven’t been sleeping well. You know how it is. Nerves about graduation.†And the way my chronic inability to get laid is now actually driving me insane, I managed not to add. “Well, I remember what that was like,†he gathered up his own materials, putting them in his briefcase, and said, “If you ever need to talk, you know where my office is.†He paused and asked, “You do know where my office is, right? I know you’ve never needed an extension or anything before.†I smiled and said, “I’m sure I can figure it out if I need to. Thanks, Professor.†“Happy to,†he said, smiling back. I stepped out into the hallway and headed out of the building. My campus was only a short walk from home. The whole neighborhood was residential, and mostly student housing by default. The sky above was bright and clear, perfect blue. Normally I would’ve been tempted to grab some lunch and eat it at the park, but all I could think about today was how long it would be until 9 PM, when the neighbors would inevitably be at the window again.
