“So you are jealous.” Alice could see he was trying to comfort her in his way, and could see his viewpoint. Nevertheless, she couldn’t believe they were talking about it so calmly; they should be ranting and raving.
“A bit, I suppose … who wouldn’t be jealous, when you think about it?”
“This should piss you off, not make you jealous! At least we know now that it wasn’t a stranger that took off my panties, it was you.” She patted his hand.
He nodded. “Well, I am pissed, and jealous, and a little bit honored that he picked my wife out of all the other women.” He saw a hint of a smile appear on her face. “Mind you, if I ever do catch up with him, I’ll smash his face in. And, he owes me for the condoms.”
Alice thumped her husband playfully, snuggled up to him, and they talked about it for the rest of the day. The more they discussed their situation, the more they came to terms with it. First, they said it was impossible for anyone to get into their dreams and make them do things they didn’t want to do, but it explained a lot about their dreams. It was as if they were looking at it from Old Joe’s side of it. Now that they knew how the Magic Man worked, they realized their lives would never be the same again. They talked about the dreams, and how they would cope with them, until, in the end, they agreed to see what the morning would bring.
John and Alice were not aware the Magic Man had planted calming thoughts into their subconscious minds last night while they were dreaming so they could begin to come to terms with everything that had been happening.
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John woke and looked at the clock. It was 1:30 a.m. He knew he’d been back in his dream with Old Joe, and his dream had more or less carried on from the night before. John sat up and lifted the blankets. He still had on his t-shirt and shorts. Alice was asleep in her pajamas, lying face down with her arms hugging the pillow. He fell back down on the bed as he remembered his dream.
He had been doing his rounds in the prison, making his way to see Horse and his boys, when he had spotted Old Joe. Old Joe had called John to the side and told him that if Mrs. T. went to Horse’s cell tonight, then they would get out of John’s dreams––they, being Old Joe and the three prisoners. The dream was so real that he could remember every detail clearly. He had asked Old Joe if Alice went to their cell, would he promise to look after her? And Old Joe had told him he would keep an eye on things, and bring her back safe.
John heard Alice give a little moan in her sleep, and guessed it was a moan of pleasure. Oh my god, he’s in her dream now. He turned to Alice and whispered: “I’m sorry Alice, but they won’t hurt you; they didn’t hurt me, and Old Joe promised me they would be gentle with you.” Old Joe had also told John in his dream that he had forgiven him for having sex with a young prisoner and that he would be leaving them shortly.
John got out of bed and paced nervously around the room looking at Alice and listening to her soft moans. How can someone get into our dreams? He felt guilty about agreeing to allow Alice to go with Old Joe, even though it was only a dream. He was fighting the idea of waking her up. But, Alice did say she would do it. John was trying to convince himself that it was the only way to get them out of his dreams. Besides, Old Joe had promised that Alice would enjoy the experience. With that thought in John’s mind, the Magic Man told John to return to bed. John crawled back into bed without realizing he’d been told to, and the Magic Man sent him off into a deep sleep. Old Joe had finished with him for now and was concentrating on Alice.
Chapter7
Alice tossed and turned in her sleep; she was dreaming about the letters she had to sort out for the newspaper. That’s when the Magic Man got into her head––into her
dream––and changed it. The doorbell rang … the Magic Man told her to put the letters away and go and answer the door. Alice put down the letter she had been reviewing, and did as she was directed.
“Hi, Mrs. T., John sent me over.”
“Joe, what are you doing here?” Alice recognized Old Joe from her previous dream, and instinctively knew he was the Magic Man. She was also aware she was dreaming again, and tried hard to stay in control. Before she had gone to sleep, she had thought of a plan. When Old Joe came into her dream, she was going to tell him she’d play along this time, but he had to get out of her and John’s heads. But this seemed so real, and Old Joe showing up at the house threw her off––she was no longer sure it was just a dream. “Is John all right?” Alice forgot about what she had been going to tell Old Joe.
“Sure, Mrs. T., John’s all right; it’s just the boys on his wing wanted a photo of you to hang up above their bunks. John said it would be all right with you if I took some sexy photos for them. Oh,” Old Joe said casually, “and Vince asked if you could bring over a … you know what.”
The Magic Man had Alice under his power as he began to play out his fantasy with her.
Alice threw off her blankets and sat up in bed. Her subconscious mind was downstairs talking to Joe by the front door. “Oh! Vince wants a condom! Of course ... they’re upstairs. Come on in, Joe. I’ll go and get them.”
“I’ll come with you, and we can take the photos up there.” Old Joe held up a camera. “I expect your black stockings and garters are up there too?”
Alice hadn’t noticed the camera hanging around his neck. “Yes, they are.” She started walking upstairs, with Old Joe right behind her. She could feel her heart racing. “Did the boys say they wanted a photo of me in black stockings and garters?”
“Yeah, and then they want me to bring you by work to see them.”
Alice walked into her bedroom and stopped by her dresser. “These boys wouldn’t be Vince, Tony, and Horse, would they?”
“They are dying to get to know you better.”
Alice had gotten out of bed in a hypnotic trance, leaving John snoring away blithely. It was 1:40 a.m. Alice walked to the dresser, opened the second drawer down, and pulled out a pair of black stockings and a garter belt, a black bra, and matching panties. In the dream, though, the Magic Man had her in midday, and Old Joe was in her bedroom waiting to take photos. John was at work, the bed was made, and Old Joe was standing behind her watching her lay her panties on the dresser.
“I’ll take a couple of shots, and then we can be off,” Old Joe said with a grin.
“I hope you are going to be a gentleman and turn around while I change.” Alice pointed down to the white slacks that she thought she was wearing when Joe had rung the doorbell, but, in reality, she was in her pajamas with the cord tied tight.
“Mrs. T., I’d rather you turn around if you’re shy.” He gave her a smile and his wrinkles doubled in number. “I’m the photographer, remember. I’ve seen it all before.”
Alice could feel a rush of blood as she turned around and removed her top. “Did John say it was okay for us to take the photos here in the bedroom?” she asked over her shoulder as she let her blouse fall to the floor.
“Yes, right there in front of the mirror.”
Alice dropped her bra to the floor and looked into the mirror. She struggled to undo her slacks and stepped out of them. She knew his eyes were fixed on her rear end. “I hope you are not peeking,” Alice said teasingly as she glanced over her shoulder at Old Joe’s smiling face.
“How can you expect me not to look at you?” The Magic Man was in Alice’s mind. He could see what Alice could see when she opened her eyes in the real world, as well as see what the imaginary character of Old Joe in her dream could see.
Back in his bed, the Magic Man had asked Alice to open her eyes, but not to wake up. He was looking through her eyes, watching her take off her pajamas in front of the mirror … he could see and experience what Alice was seeing and feeling. There was no Old Joe in the room––that was just the image the Magic Man played in her dream. He watched her as she peeled off her panties, for him, in front of the full-length mirror––as he had the last few nights.
“I hope you’re going to close your eyes while I get my bra and panties.�
� Alice pointed to them behind her. She was sexually aroused as she teased the old man.
“Stay where you are Mrs. T., and I’ll pass them to you.”
Alice watched him over her shoulder as he picked up the stockings and garter, and came over to stand beside her. He gazed at her in the mirror as Alice put one arm across her bust and a hand down below. “Joe, you really are no gentleman, are you?” Alice suddenly realized it was only a dream. That’s it, she remembered, I’m back in John’s dream. I want to see Horse and the boys, and tell them to leave John alone … this must be the Magic Man using me again. Her fighting the dream only confused her more, so she had to play along.
“Yes, I am a gentleman, Mrs. T. … well, most days.” He passed her the stockings and the belt. “John said you needn’t bother with the bra and panties.”
Alice knew Old Joe was waiting for her to move her hands. It felt as though he were willing her to do it. “Okay, let’s do this shoot and then go and see John and the boys.” Alice was excited. She wondered if Old Joe coming to the house to take pictures was part of the plan to get her in the mood. Suddenly, she became more daring as she tried to work out what was coming next. She sat on the bed and pulled her stockings on, slowly, pretending Old Joe wasn’t there. She looked in the mirror and straightened her garters. She slipped her feet into her red stiletto shoes and stood. “Now, how do you want me for this shoot?” she asked, a whisper of flirtation in her voice. “How about you look directly at me with a stern, sexy look, and place your hands on your hips? Spread your feet a little wider.” Click … flash … and Joe had taken a photo. “Lovely. Now, I want you to turn side on, and stick your bum and tits out. Now, look at me and put your finger on your chin and pout at me.” Click … flash. “Now, turn your back to me, put your hands on your hips, spread your legs, look over your shoulder, and blow me a kiss.” Click … flash. “All done––these should make the boys happy.”
“Okay.” Alice paused. “Now what am I going to wear?”
“A short skirt and a skimpy top––that’s what the boys would like.”
“Then I’d better see what I can find.”
In Alice's dream, she was looking for a short skirt, and a top. In reality, she was going through the motions with her pajamas––she picked up her pajama top and held it in front of her, thinking this will do for the top. Then she picked up her panties, dreaming it was her skirt, and held them in front of her, thinking this skirt is a bit too short. She wasn’t actually dressing; instead, she was putting her clothes away. In her sleep, she refolded her panties and placed them on top of her slippers, and then she folded her pajamas and put them tidily on the chair by her bed.
“How do I look?” Alice asked Old Joe as she glanced in the mirror. She saw herself in a short skirt and a skimpy top. She pulled the imaginary skirt down a bit, and wriggled her ass, to get it to fit better. Then she adjusted her breasts under her imaginary top, turned this way and that way, admiring herself, but also thinking she looked like a hooker.
“You look fabulous, Mrs. T. Your carriage awaits you.”
In Alice's dream, she was getting into the car with Old Joe. However, in her bedroom, she had crawled back into bed and was lying naked next to John. He was still snoring contently. Alice had closed her eyes, so now the Magic Man only saw what Alice saw in her dreams. The Magic Man had had his thrill of watching her prance naked in front of the mirror for him. Now it was time to take her on a sexual fantasy.
Alice caught Old Joe looking at her legs. Her skirt was hiked right up her thighs as the car rolled along. “I know your plan, Joe,” Alice said with confidence. “You’re supposed to get me all worked up so I’ll say yes to going into the cell and letting those boys have their way with me, in place of John.”
“Is that your plan, Mrs. T.?”
“If I agree to have sex with those three convicts, I want you to make sure that there’s no rough stuff, just plain sex, and then I’m out of there.” She checked that she had three condoms with her. “When I’m finished, you’ll get out of our dreams and leave John and I alone.” Although it all seemed so real, Alice knew she was still dreaming. She would never have spoken so explicitly to a stranger about sex if she were awake. But she felt in control, so far, with it all going nicely to plan.
The Magic Man was not used to his subjects talking back to him the way Alice was doing; it seemed as if she wanted to run the show. Most of his subjects would say yes or no, and leave their minds open to him to do as he wished with them, not rebel as Alice was doing. She intrigued him. She challenged him, not like all the others. “There will be no rough stuff, Mrs. T., and, I’ll leave John alone after tonight. But I don’t know if the boys will let you get off just like that.” He looked down at her legs. “A good-looking woman like you, they might want to cherish a little longer.”
Alice laughed. She was starting to enjoy the confrontation. “Ha, I know you’re the boss, not those three; you’re using them to get your kicks. Joe, you’re the Magic Man; you’re the one in control here, not me.”
In Alice’s dream, Old Joe had stopped the car. His smile was gone, replaced by a frown. “What do you know about the Magic Man, and who told you about him?”
“The FBI … they gave you that nickname.”
The Magic Man had stopped playing his fantasy role with Alice as this news frightened him. He put her in a deeper trance and had her tell him everything the Feds had said; he needed to know every little detail. When she finished, he told her to stay in the car. He wouldn’t be long. Under his spell, Alice had no other choice.
The Magic Man left her sleeping in her bed while he jumped from her mind into John’s mind and asked him the same questions about the FBI. They couldn’t lie or hide anything when they were under his spell. They both told him about the visit from the two agents, and what they told them about the Magic Man, and how they had asked for John and Alice’s help to catch him.
The Magic Man didn’t panic when he found out the FBI was trying to use John and Alice to try to catch him, but he did think it was time to move on. He started to plan how he would evade the Feds. First, he thought, I’ve got to leave a false trail and the best way to do that is to use Alice and John to relay false information. If the Feds wanted information on him, he’d give it to them––all false, just a pack of lies. The Magic Man spoke softly to John in his dreams, telling him what he was to tell the FBI next time they called.
“John, I only got into your mind so I could see who you were. You happened to be passing me one day, so I thought I’d take your mind for a spin.” The Magic Man whispered his lies convincingly. “I came into your dreams the other night and asked you if you had done anything bad in the past. You told me you had once wondered what it would be like to be with another man, and then you told me your secret––you had a sexual encounter with a prisoner. He had offered you sex in exchange for cigarettes, and you jumped at the chance, but you’ve regretted it ever since. I know you don’t want anyone to know about your indiscretion, and I’m sorry I tormented you about it, but when I heard that you took advantage of a young inmate––and, as a prison officer, you did take advantage of him––I thought you should see what it was like to be taken advantage of, too. I used your dreams to show you how it would feel to be on the receiving end, and what better way than to have you dominated by a group of prisoners? And they didn’t hurt you, did they John?”
“No, they didn’t hurt me.” In John's dream, he was in the bedroom with Alice fast asleep, and Old Joe was standing at the bottom of the bed, dressed in a prison officer’s uniform, whispering, so as not to wake Alice. Old Joe went on to explain to John how he had used him in his fantasies, and made him sleepwalk to punish him for his sin; he’d played with his mind, but hadn’t expected the Feds to get involved. He told John what he wanted him to tell the Feds when they asked about his dreams. John had to strain his ears to hear Old Joe.
“I’ve got a plan that will get your wife off your back, with you keeping your secret safe
from her. At the same time, you will be able to explain to the Feds why I was tormenting you. John, if you stick to it, you should be all right and I’ll be out of your dreams soon. Deal?” The dream was so real, and John felt surprisingly relaxed, despite Old Joe being there with them in their bedroom.
“Okay, deal.”
The Magic Man told John what he wanted him to remember, and erased the part about John telling him about the Feds. Then the Magic Man popped back into Alice’s dream.
“There, I wasn’t long, was I?” Old Joe’s wrinkled smile was back. “This way, Mrs. T., we’ll go in through the back.”
Alice looked up, startled; they were in the prison parking lot. Old Joe had opened the car door for her, and he was pointing to the back entrance to the prison. She could hear the clanking of the gate and doors as Joe led her from the lot and through the corridors. As she walked, she heard her high heels clip-clopping on the steel gantry. The echo was almost deafening. Every man was at his cell door, with mirrors in their hands, poking through the bars, trying to catch a look at her. No one made a sound as she passed them, wearing her tight top and short skirt. Alice looked across the gantry, at the other cells, and saw that every man had his face pressed against the bars, and they were all staring at her. Alice remembered she hadn’t noticed them the last time she was in her dream until she was leaving, but now she could see their smiling faces, and could read their dirty minds. They were all hoping she’d carry out her promise. Alice told herself not to worry, it was only a dream.
“Here we are, Mrs. T., your company awaits you,” Old Joe said with his wrinkled smile.
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