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Ron's Introduction to CAMP
Ron was in a very chipper mood when he picked up Nikki, who actually didn't seem to mind having to wait for him. "Can we, you know, when we get home?" she asked. It was so cute the way she wouldn't say it, but she really wanted to fuck.
"We'll have to see, Nik. I'm not sure when Mom's going to get home tonight. Plus, Jerry's coming over for tutoring at 7:00."
"Oh, yeah. You and your tutoring. When will we ever..." She let the question hang there.
"Don't worry about that, Nikki. We'll find the time. I had as much fun yesterday as you did." Probably more, but I didn't realize that I was turning my sister into a nympho. He wasn't at all unhappy at her interest in him: She had a nice body, and a tight, warm pussy for him to fuck, not to mention her sucking talents. He could get addicted to Nikki really fast. The only problem was, he had another conquest in mind for the home now. His mother would be a much tougher case, since he had laid a restraint on himself. She had to come to him for the final act of sex. He could lead her on and right up to it, but he wanted her to make the final move on her own, without his... urging.
As they arrived home, they spotted a man ringing the doorbell at their house. They walked up quietly, but he turned their way when they were still thirty feet away.
"Ah, excuse me, children. Do you live here?" The man was polite, but he seemed to exude an arrogance that Ron wasn't sure he liked.
"Yes, sir, we do. Can I help you?" Ron had been raised to be polite to all guests, whether he liked them or not.
"I am here to speak with Ronald Chaffey. Is that you?" Ron sensed that this guy already knew the answer to this question, but was asking out of some kind of protocol.
"Yes I am, but I don't know you. Who are you, and what do you want?" Ron was wary now, but still trying to remain polite.
"My name is Michael McGavin. As to what I want, I think it best that you and I discuss that somewhere other than your front lawn. It has to do with some recent... changes... you have discovered in yourself."
Oh, shit!!!! This guy's a fed! He knows about me! I'm dead!
Apparently, Mr. McGavin could read his mind. "I mean you no harm, Ronald. Please, if we could go inside and talk for a while?"
Ron didn't see much choice in the matter. He needed to know what this guy was about. "Okay." They walked into the house, and Ron turned to Nikki. "Nikki, go up to your room and do your homework." Ron reinforced this with a mental order, and Nicole reluctantly went upstairs.
"Very well done, Ronald. Nice control, and well disguised."
"Look, who are you? And stop calling me Ronald. Everyone calls me Ron."
"Very well, Ron. And I told you, I'm -"
Ron interrupted. "I don't mean your name. I mean, who ARE you?"
"Ah, yes. well, let's start at the beginning. Here's my card."
Corporation for the Advancement of
"Well, that doesn't really tell me anything, Mr. McGavin."
"Yes, I know. The company was purposely named that way. It keeps the dangerously curious away. The Corporation, or CAMP, as it is called, is a private organization devoted to the development of certain mental skills. Certain skills that you possess."
"What makes you think so?" Ron tried to bluff, but he knew it wouldn't work.
"Well, first off, you've already demonstrated them to me, but more to the point, I've already scanned you. You have The Ability."
"The ability to what?"
"You misunderstand. The Ability is what we call what you can do. It is a much wider phenomenon than what you have discovered so far, but you're learning. I did only a cursory scan, but I found enough to know that you are a genuine Talent."
"I'm a little confused." Actually, Ron was a lot confused, but he was catching on quick.
"Okay, let me explain. CAMP was formed to help people like yourself to learn to manipulate The Ability. Many people like yourself in the past never learned how to use this power, and it sometimes made them go mad. CAMP is trying to stop that sort of thing by teaching people with The Ability how to use it."
"Okay, what do you want with me, then?"
"Well, Ron, your power is just emerging. We like to catch Talents at this stage, so that they can avoid some of the more devastating mistakes. Don't worry, you haven't even touched upon any of those yet. My scan would have shown if you had. What I am here to do is to offer you a membership in CAMP. With your membership will come training, and a large number of people to help you out if you ever get in a jam. CAMP has but one inviolable rule, and that is that its' members must help each other when help is needed."
"What would the training be like?"
"Well, we would bring you up to one of our facilities for about six to eight weeks. We could do it over the summer, so that it didn't interfere with your schooling. We try to make the training as inconspicuous as possible. Just think, if anyone asks, your mother can tell them you're away at summer camp, and she'd be telling the absolute truth!" Mike chuckled at this. Ron did find it funny, but was too far in shock to laugh.
"Well, I assume you have further questions, Ron, so ask away. I'll answer all the questions I can. There are no secrets regarding The Ability from the membership. We do have some secrets regarding the organization's operation, but you probably don't want to know about all that anyway. Go ahead, ask your questions."
"Okay. Let me think... Oh! Is there somebody following me?"
"You felt that, huh? I told him to be careful. Yes, there was. That was one of our agents. He was trying to find out if you were ready for contact yet. He's new in the field, and hasn't had enough experience to be truly covert yet. Don't worry; there are no government agencies hunting us. We've made sure of this." Ron understood what Mike meant by "made sure of".
"Why did I end up with this thing?"
"No one knows why, Ron. We haven't really done any extensive medical testing, because that's not what we're for, but I can tell you that the demographics, that is, the type of people who get The Ability, aren't consistently one type of person. We get male, female, white, black, Asian, Native American, Hispanic, all types."
"Oh! I just thought of something else, but I'm kind of embarrassed to bring it up..."
"Look, Ron. CAMP does not judge. We make no rules concerning lifestyle. Whatever you want to do with your power, that's your business, except for one thing, which we'll get to later. Ask your question."
"Well, I was trying to get my teacher to come on to me by sending her images. This had worked with my sister, but it didn't work with her. Why not?"
"That was our doing, I'm afraid. We needed to know if you had reached the point of direct motor control."
"Sorry, I'm speaking in jargon again. We needed to know whether or not you could directly control her movements, without having the cooperation of her mind. As you noticed, she was very upset throughout the process wasn't she? Please know, I wasn't observing, but I'm going on past experiences related to me."
"Yes, she looked like she wanted to kill me. But she did what I told her to do."
"That was the test. Our field agent had set up a barrier in her mind to your images, but not to the direct motor control. This is one of the things we look for before making contact."
"So your agent was watching me while I... um..."
"Not as such. He was aware of the teacher's actions, and whether they were her motivation or yours. Obviously, he knows what went on, but that really wasn't his concern. If you had made her go jump off a bridge and kill herself, I would still be here."
"Geez! Why would I want to make her do THAT!?"
"Just an example. And a reminder: CAMP doesn't judge your activities. We only instruct, and help build a community of people with The Ability. It helps them through tougher times if they have a group of people to turn to."
"Does CAMP ever step in to stop someone doing something?"
"Well, yes. If the actions of a member are seen to be destructive to CAMP, or to the CAMP community as a whole, one of our special Field Operatives would be sent to deal with the problem. But we have not had to do that very often. CAMP does make one request of its membership: that you never run for public office."
"It's too easy to tell. When everybody agrees with you, and you get everything you want passed, somebody is bound to notice and look into it. That's the sort of exposure CAMP doesn't want."
"I'm sure I've got lots of questions, but I can't think of them right now."
"Okay, no problem. Let's do this: I need a little info on you, anyway, so let's get that out of the way. I've got all your vital stats from records, but what I need to know is, what applications of The Ability have you managed on your own up to this point? No, first, how long have you been conscious of The Ability?"
"About a week. No, since last Friday afternoon, actually."
"Okay, and you've managed to do what?" Mike seemed impressed by this statement, but Ron didn't know why.
"Well, let me think.... I stopped a bully from beating me up, I got both my Mom and Dad to agree that Dad wouldn't see me anymore, I made my sister take her clothes off, then I made her have sex with me. Oh yeah. I have a question about that."
"Why does she think it was her idea? I mean, I put the image in her head, but she still thinks it was her idea to have sex."
"It was the way you did it. It’s a thing called "mental control". You changed her thinking to get what you wanted. Eventually, she will realize it wasn't her idea, but by then, I imagine you will have established something beyond the original encounter."
"Yeah, I've already done that. Okay, after that... I made my younger sister be nicer to me and do some of my chores....Then we all had sex... No, wait. There was no mental thing there, that was blackmail." Ron smiled at that, remembering yesterday's encounter. "I've also started hearing some thoughts, mostly about me, and then there was today with Mrs. Hayes, and your, what did you call it?"
"Direct motor control."
"Yeah, that. One other thing. Mom has been acting kind of funny lately."
"Well, I've kinda been doing stuff she would normally object to, but she isn't."
"Please be more specific. What have you done?"
"Well," Ron squirmed a bit. He wasn't really comfortable talking about his plans to seduce his mother. "I started giving her kisses on the cheek, which I never did before, and last night I gave her a quick kiss on the lips. I thought she was going to say something last night, but she didn't, she just looked at me, then left."
"Oh. That is interesting. Not many people get to that level so quickly. What you are experiencing with your mother is called "Mental Conditioning". It differs from mental control in that it is more permanent, and affects the whole of her brain. In the course of time, she will come to accept that your kisses are the normal way things should be. I am surprised at this. For someone only consciously using his powers for six days, you have developed some remarkable skills. You may be one of the most powerful Talents we've encountered. Really, we need to get you into the program. Are you willing to accept membership?"
"Well, yeah, but I probably can't afford it. And I know Mom can't afford to send me to an eight week school."
"You misunderstand. There is no cost on your part. Actually, while at the school, you will be given a weekly allowance to spend as you please in the town where CAMP is located. We will, of course, need your mother's approval to bring you to CAMP, but that is only so that she doesn't call the police on us."
"In that case-" Just then, Dawn walked in the door.
"Hey, Ron! How are.... who're you?" She stood, staring at Mike.
Dawn walked over to Ron, plopped into his lap, and gave him a big, open-mouthed kiss. Ron enjoyed this for a while, then broke it off. "Nikki is upstairs. Why don't you go... shower?"
Dawn got the hint. She whispered, "will you be joining us?"
"No. I need to talk with Mr. McGavin there some more, and Jerry will be over at 7:00. Do you know when Mom is gonna be home?"
"She'll be home at her normal time tonight. There's nothing special going on." With that, Dawn bounced off Ron's lap and up the stairs.
"You are actually quite good at mental control, Ron. Well, let me get out the papers here..." As he was digging, Mrs. Chaffey walked in the front door.
"Hello, Ron. Well, who is this?"
"Mom this is Mr. McGavin. He's a..."
"I'm a CAMP counselor, ma'am."
"A camp counselor, huh? Well, what kind of camp? Whatever it is, it's probably expensive."
"No, ma'am. As I was just explaining to Ron, we are interested in him because of some of his unique abilities. We would like to send him to CAMP during the summer for some additional training that will help him as he grows up and enters the adult world to be a more focused and productive individual. Not that he wouldn't be otherwise, but we believe that people like Ron, who are already so capable, can benefit from some additional schooling of a more specific nature. I don't really want to try to explain it all...."
"That won't be necessary. I probably wouldn't understand it anyway. Ron's always been big on Science and the higher maths. The best I do is the business math course I took in college. Well, how much would this camp cost?"
Mike let her draw her own conclusion about CAMP's training subjects, and, as expected, she couldn't possibly come up with what it was really all about. "Well, ma'am, actually, the cost to you would be nothing at all. Our camp is underwritten by several companies who feel that these special individuals can become extraordinary citizens of the future, with just a little extra help. We will even pay for Ron's travel fees to get to and from CAMP, as well as a weekly stipend for recreational use."
"Well, how long is this camp, and when?"
"The camp is an ongoing program, but we would obviously want to send Ron during the summer, so as not to interfere with his normal schooling. The session lasts between six and eight weeks, depending on Ron's progress rate. The session is on a "set your own pace" basis, so an exact time can't be given. I'd like to sign Ron up for our June 15th session. That would bring him back here at the latest by August 20th, and the next school year doesn't start until the 4th of September."
"Where do I sign?" Mrs. Chaffey was all too happy to help Ron, though she would miss him during those eight weeks. She knew her son was special: he was smart, and a hard worker. She hoped he would get something out of this camp. "I assume, Ron, that you want to go?" This was almost an afterthought.
"Yeah, Mom. I like the camp as he described it to me."
"Okay." Mrs. Chaffey signed the forms and handed them back to Mike.
"Thank you, Mrs. Chaffey. Now then, Ron and I still have just a few things to go over..." Mike looked at Ron, and Ron got the message. He looked Mom in the eye and said, "Mom, could you leave us alone for a little while?" Although it was phrased as a question, it carried the force of an order. She had no choice but to obey.
"Okay, Ron. Dinner will be ready in an hour."
"What're we having?"
"Lasagna!" His mother loved making Italian.
"Mom makes great lasagna." Mike's mind seemed to be on something other than food.
"Ron, you are one hell of a lucky guy."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I've seen both your sisters, and your Mom. With all that walking around, and what you can do...." Mike just let that go, and Ron laughed. "Ron, I don't normally do this, but I think you're up to it. I want to give you a challenge."
"You've got about two and a half months until you come up to CAMP. I want you to try to complete the Mental Conditioning of your mother by then. It'll be tough, but I think you can do it. What do you say?"
"You don't have to twist my arm!" Ron laughed, and so did Mike. "Hey, Mr. McGavin, why didn't you just tell my Mom to go away?"
"I'm not allowed to. This is your home, and these people are your family. By the etiquette of CAMP, which you are not expected at this time to know, I'm not allowed to influence them in your presence. I may influence them in minor ways if you're not here, but to do so in your presence is considered rude."
"Oh. I'll remember that. What if I have questions between now and when I go to CAMP?"
"Well, if it's not urgent, just write it down so you don't forget it. If it's an emergency, call the number on the back of the card. You won't get me, but you'll get somebody who can access your case file, and give you some good advice. You are now a member of CAMP. We will do all we can to help you. Thank you for your time, Ron. I'll be going now. See you in June, and I hope you complete your project."
"I'll sure be working on it." Ron said with a wink. This is going to be a fun summer
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