Oh, is it.

He picks up.

"Hello, Sean," says the voice on the phone. "I will require your decision." It's rather clearly the person he met in his apartment, yesterday.

Wow he'd forgotten how much he hated that guy. The voice really brings it all back.

"I'm keeping it."

"Excellent. Do enjoy yourself, Sean," he replies. And then the phonecall ends.

...huh. So he actually didn't ever have to agree to anything.

Only time will tell if that even makes a difference, he guesses. Meanwhile, he has a date with Valerie to dread and/or look forward to.

Date time approaches! She told him to be at an address at 6 PM; when does he manage to show up?

5:55.

The address is of a very nice apartment building, in a richer part of town, not too far from his own. Valerie is not yet anywhere to be seen. 

He can wait until it's actually 6.

There is still no Valerie by then. 

At exactly 6:00 he texts her ready yet?

He will not immediately get a response. 

Okay, sure.

He puts on music and waits. If she takes more than ten minutes to answer, he's gonna get out his laptop and watch porn or something.

At 6:24, the door opens, and Valerie finally exits the building. She...

Valerie is sure she looks incredible. Especially after that delightful romp with that silly boy that she dragged off during orientation. Not up to her usual standards, perhaps, but it had been days and Valerie always thought better after a nice hard fucking. Plus, watching his face when she threw him out and told him that she had a real man showing up in a few hours was priceless. Almost as fun as the sex itself. It's always such a rush when she dumps them. 

But after she'd tossed him out on his ear, she'd had a few moments to think. 

The big boy had been much less into her than usual. He'd still agreed to the date, possibly because he wasn't the smartest boy, but he was eager and friendly. So Valerie probably would need to not quite stir the pot so much until she had him well and truly hooked. And some of her regretted leaving him with that huge-chested nerd trash in case the bitch managed to reel him in without her, but she managed to reassure herself that he'd at least show up. He was too nice not to. Besides, by then it was too late to do anything about it. 

She showered, making sure to wash her hair and put on lotion, and then started preparing for the date. She really wanted that car; she was going to pull out all the stops until he was hers. She very much needed to wear her fun little red number, especially to make sure she drew his eye better than that bitch. It was perfect for it, too, a dark red length of fabric that went from the back of her neck, over each breast, pulling them together, and meeting together at her waist, where it filled out into the bottom of the dress. It was backless, as well, just for maximum effect. And no panties, of course, in case things got, well, fun. Which she was sure they would. Along with that she put on some sensible matching red heels, and a necklace with a large dark stone that sat between her breasts, drawing attention to them. Valerie looked at herself in the mirror, grinning snidely at herself. Ravishing, as always. There was no way he was going to resist her like this. 

She did up her hair, and makeup, and then sat, watching out the window. 

When he arrived, she smirked (after taking a moment to be, well, impressed with the car. It would be hers soon enough. And worst case... she took a moment to snap a few pictures of it to show daddy to ask him for it. She knew he'd cave before long after such an impassioned request from his best and lovely daughter; her pout always did him in. But that could wait.

His text made her smirk. He was on the hook. Still, she knew she didn't need to make this take too long. She waited for his next text; she'd respond to that one. 

But none came. Eventually, slightly aggravated that he hadn't even texted or tried to drive away, she exited the room and went to the elevator. 

The elevator ride was calming, and she took a moment to get back to herself. He was clearly anxious at this point. Normally she'd make him wait longer, but, well. She needed that car. She needed to show up that brainy nerd trash. And she needed to wrap him around her little finger, and make him hers. And she would. 

Valerie flouces out of the building, with a seductive smile on her face, makes a show of looking around for his car, smiles seductively when she "finds" it, and waves, walking over to him slowly. She wonders if he'll play the real gentleman here and get out and open the door for her. Probably not, few men do these days, but it's always nice when they do. 

He sees her coming out of the corner of his eye, closes the laptop, and leans over to open the door.

She was hoping he'd get out of the car to do it, but well, better than nothing! And soon he'll be falling over himself to be chivalrous, Valerie is sure. She pauses just in front of the open door, keeping her frown that he is still wearing the same clothing to herself. It's ok. If anything, it'll just make him feel embarrassed and shameful. She can work with that. 

"Sorry it took so long! You know how long it takes us girls to get ready!" She giggles vapidly, fluttering her eyes in his direction, and spinning around so he can see all of her. "I bet it's worth the wait, though!" 

"You do look pretty hot," he acknowledges. "I like the dress."

Valerie grins happily at him, tittering a little at the compliment, pretending to be overwhelmed by his (admittedly, underwhelming) compliment. Always good to make them feel good for doing nice things for her. Pretty soon he'd be doing very nice things for her. Like letting her borrow his car. 

She daintily gets inside, and closes the door behind her. The seats are way too comfortable, and the car is incredible. She needs this car. She's so glad it'll be hers soon. 

The moment the door clicks shut, he wills her to be unable to lie or conceal her feelings. And then wills the doors to lock themselves and stay that way. (His eyes glow briefly, but he blinks them shut long enough to cover it.)

"So, I found a great Italian place for us that serves pizza," Valerie says, and frowns. She hadn't quite meant to say it like that, but, whatever. "Let me just put in the address for the dark alley where I plan to make out with you first before we get to the restaurant in your GPS." Wait what that definitely wasn't what she intended to say. She tries to smile but instead she can feel the confusion and dismay on her face appear, and she can't make it go away. "Er, because that'll be a fun start to the date and will definitely make you more inclined to listen when I tell you to order the real food instead." Wait what why is she saying all of this out loud. "Er, I mean..." She wants to say that she's just kidding but she can't. She blushes. What's happening? Um. She needs to make out with him, now, to cover over this, that way he'll totally ignore it all. She tries to act all sexy and needy and show off her body and lean over for a kiss, showing off her tits, but for some reason she acts all tentative and scared. What the fuck is happening? She tries to kiss him anyways. 

As she leans toward him, he freezes her long enough to comment, "It's amazing how much less infuriating you are like this."

This time he doesn't hide the fiery light in his eyes. It flares when he takes away her ability to move, and flares again when he gives it back.

She pulls away from the kiss, terrified. His eyes glowed, fuck, he was doing something to her. Froze her and unfroze her. Made her tell the truth. She has to get away from him. Valerie scrambles backwards towards the car door, and attempts to open it to get away, trying the handle madly. It doesn't work. She tries changing tactics. She still can't act all sensual, for some reason, even if she is a little turned on by his power. "Well, you have me," she tells him, "now what are you going to do with me?" She tries blinking coquettishly at him to act all seductive at him, to gain back some measure of her power, but her body just won't do it. Damnit. Well, maybe... "I want to give you pleasure," she says. "I bet I can give you pleasure like you've never had before, if you'll let me. It'll be the best time of your life, if you just let me act a little more freely." It's really annoying having to say things like that without the usual seductive lilt in her voice, but well, hopefully it gets the point across. And maybe with a little bit more play she can have this... magic boy under her spell again. She feels compelled to speak. "I really want to seduce you," she tells him, trying her best to choose her words carefully. It doesn't work, she needs to say more. "I want to seduce you so that I can, can, make you more enamored of me." She's struggling. "Want to please me. Want to do whatever I say." Damnit. 

"Yeah, this is so much better."

His eyes flash again; the windows are opaque. Again; his laptop vanishes from his lap (and appears in his backpack, which is sitting in the cargo space under the hood).

"So! At this point I feel like it's only fair to be straight with you, and I hate lying anyway, so here's the deal. I have magic powers. In this car I am effectively a god. You piss me off immensely, and I kind of want to murder you, which, fun fact, I can do at any time just by thinking about it. But all things considered I think I'd rather make you swear to be my slave forever. Then I can do whatever I want with you at any time whether you're on my territory or not."

Valerie has no reason to disbelieve him. And... to be honest, she's a little turned on by his sudden strength and power. And, what power. He could make people do all kinds of awful things. She, she needs to be a part of this. She spends a few dozen moments stammering, deciding on a course of action. This, of course, compels her to say "I'm trying to figure out what to say next, to convince you to make me a part of this." Which really makes her rather cross -- but at least she doesn't have to stammer. She takes a few moments to breathe, and figures out what to say next. 

"I didn't know you were strong, and I'm sorry for pissing you off," she says. Damn. Why can't she act all seductive? She can still talk about it at least. "I think I can be a lot more use to you alive, and I think you'll have a lot more fun if I get to serve you as more than a slave." Still no problems. "I can help bring you other women, and men too, if you're into that sort of thing. Especially men. I've always found it easy to make them do what I tell them to. Until you. But if you're not into them, I know I can turn plenty of girl's heads, even some who thought they were straight." 

"Anything you can give me if I don't own you, you can still give me if I do," he points out. "You're really not negotiating from a position of strength here."