The following piece of fiction contains strong sexual content and should be
read only by adults. If you are not at least 18 years old, or if you are
offended by this type of material, please do not read any further.
Authors note: Having worked off and on for quite a while on this story,
trying to keep it faithful to the spirit of the show, you can imagine my
disappointment when I found out that Agent Mulder died in the season finale,
just as I was finishing the story. However, I am confident that he will be
brought back next season, unless David Duchovny demands a million dollars an
episode or something. - DG ([email protected])
Incubus - An Erotic X-Files Story (m/f,mc)
Trudi Bowman slowly unwrapped another soft cube of strawberry Bubble-Yum and
added it to the now nearly flavorless glob already in her mouth. The surge
of flavor did little to lift her spirits as she shifted her feet behind the
counter of the nearly-empty Road Pantry convenience store just outside
Hallville, Pennsylvania. It was eight-thirty on a Saturday night, another
hour before her shift ended, and time seemed to be standing still for the
sixteen-year old girl. Her boyfriend, Gene, had finally gotten his car
running and he was picking her up here after work. They were planning to
celebrate by driving to the nearby reservoir which supplied the small town of
Hallville with its water and its horny teenagers with a secluded spot for
Trudi was trying to decide how far to let Gene go tonight at the reservoir.
Having a boyfriend with his own car was going to make this quite an enjoyable
summer (only two more weeks until summer vacation), and she wanted to reward
him for his success in reviving the 1977 Chevy Camaro he had bought for $700
a few months ago from the local junkyard. She fully intended to go all the
way with Gene, who was pretty cute in addition to being good with cars. But
not tonight - the first time they had sex shouldn't be in a car, that was
kind of tacky. They could wait until Trudi's mother went to visit her sister
in Gaithersburg some night and have the house to themselves.
Leaning her back against the counter, she stretched her arms over her head
and yawned before turning her attention back to the People magazine she was
leafing through. Trudi was an attractive girl with long slender legs, narrow
hips, and surprisingly large breasts. With her full lips and sparkling brown
eyes she could easily be considered beautiful, except for the short, punk
haircut and off-the-wall makeup she favored. Tight denim shorts, a leather
vest, and a nose ring (her mother had flipped out when she came home with
that) completed the standard 1990's uniform of a rebellious teenage girl.
Tonight she would give Gene a blow job, she finally decided. Her best
friend, Amy Archer, had given her boyfriend a blow job last month (and had
been giving them regularly ever since). Amy had even showed her how to do
it, giving Trudi a spirited demonstration on a cucumber, and although it
sounded gross at first, the more she thought about it the less gross and more
interesting it seemed. Besides, Trudi didn't want Amy to get too far ahead
of her - she had already slept with two guys and Trudi was still a virgin.
The Road Pantry was quiet, as it usually was in the evenings - two boys in
Little League uniforms in the candy aisle discussing the relative merits of
Atomic Fireballs and Sour Patch Kids were the only customers. The owner,
Vince Lansing, was in the back room taking inventory. Outside, the air was
just starting to cool down after the hottest day of the young summer.
Inside, the air conditioning kept the store at a constant, chilly 68 degrees.
The "ding" as the door opened roused Trudi from her reverie, and she looked
up as a man in a green windbreaker and a baseball cap came in. She caught a
glimpse of his face - a brown mustache and glasses - but before she could get
a better look he turned his back and began browsing through the magazines on
the opposite side of the store. It seemed odd to Trudi that anyone would be
wearing a jacket on such a hot day, but before she could finish her thought
the Little-Leaguers came up to the counter with armfuls of candy.
When she was finished ringing the boys up, she noticed that Vince had come
out of the back and was selecting a candy bar for himself. In his late
thirties, he had the body of a former athlete who was just starting to get a
little thick around the middle. With his wavy blonde hair and easy smile
women found him attractive, and the fact that he had been a legendary
high-school football player 20 years ago didn't hurt either. Trudi had
daydreamed more than once about what they could do in the back room when
business was slow, but Vince was happily married with two little girls. She
didn't realize that Vince had a serious crush on her, or she wouldn't flirt
with him as much as she did.
"Now don't forget to pay for that," she said with a smile.
"This is my store and I can eat whatever I want, little missy," replied Vince
playfully as he bit into his Snickers bar.
Trudi liked working for Vince - he was pretty casual about work rules,
letting his employees wear whatever they wanted, and he didn't ask the
checkout girls to do other stuff like restocking and sweeping the floor when
business was slow, like some other stores in town she knew of.
As she and Vince chatted about the weather and about Trudi's plans for the
upcoming summer, neither of them noticed that the man in the green
windbreaker was staring at them intently with a strange half-smile on his
"I guess you and loverboy have an exciting summer planned, now that he's got
those hot new wheels of his," teased Vince.
"There's not much exciting to do in Hallville, but I guess we will think of
something to pass the time." Trudi blushed a little as she said this - it
had come out sounding a bit more suggestive than she had meant.
"I guess you will," laughed Vince. "Just watch out for police patrols over
by the reservoir - this is a Christian town you know, and they don't much
like the kids fooling around. With all the recent publicity I wouldn't be
surprised if they stationed a permanent lookout up there this summer."
Vince was referring to a local newspaper article chronicling the sudden jump
in teenage pregnancies in Hallville over the last few months. Trudi knew at
least three girls from her high school class who had somehow managed to get
themselves knocked up. Wrinkling her nose into a puzzled look, Trudi said "I
really don't understand it you know? I mean, we get sex-ed in eighth grade
now, and everybody knows the guys gotta wear a condom. And some of those
girls just don't seem like, you know, the type."
As Vince opened his mouth to reply, he was distracted by a sudden strange
warmth inside his chest, which was accompanied by a faint buzzing inside his
head. The room seemed to spin, and he put his hand on the counter to steady
"Are you OK?" asked Trudi with a concerned look.
Vince didn't respond. Looking at Trudi he felt a sudden, overwhelming surge
of desire. He licked his lips and began edging around the counter towards
her, his eyes moving up and down her body. Behind them, the man in the green
windbreaker shifted his gaze from Vince to Trudi and his eyes narrowed with
"Vince, what's going on...."
Before she could continue she was startled to feel a warm, pleasant feeling
move through her entire body, starting in her chest and moving outward
towards her hands and feet. Her eyes locked into Vince's for a moment, and
then dropped to his crotch, where a noticable bulge had appeared. She
suddenly realized that she had never felt so horny in her life, and she could
think of nothing else but having sex with Vince.
"Why don't you unzip his pants and let that thing out," said the man in the
green jacket softly. He had walked partway up the aisle toward the counter
and was standing about 15 feet away, but neither of them looked over at him.
Moving as if she was in a dream, Trudi stepped towards Vince and slowly
unbuttoned and unzipped his khakis, giving the zipper a little extra tug to
get it over the growing bulge of his cock. Reaching into his pants, she slid
his jockey shorts down, revealing the head of his penis.
Vince moaned with pleasure as Trudi's hand closed around his thick cock and
pulled it away from his briefs. The buzzing in his head had subsided a bit,
and he now felt a not-unpleasant lightheadedness, as if he was under the
influence of some strange drug. He slid Trudi's vest back off her shoulders,
letting it drop to the floor, and then he eagerly lifted her Smashing
Pumpkins t-shirt up over her head, revealing a black satin bra which
contrasted sharply with her smooth white skin. Trudi finished pulling off the
t-shirt herself, and then she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra.
Leaning forward, she let it slide off her chest, down her arms, and onto the
floor. Vince drew his breath in sharply at the sight of Trudi's exposed
chest. Her large, round breasts had the firm, upright posture which was the
unmistakable hallmark of very recent development. A small gust of air
conditioning caused her small, brown nipples to contract and harden into
pebbles before his eyes.
As she stood topless in front of Vince, Trudi could hear a tiny voice in the
back of her head telling her that this was very strange and very wrong. But
the sight of Vince's rigid cock pointing up at the ceiling had a mesmerizing
effect on her, and she found herself unable to hold onto that thought.
"Now, don't you think it would fun to suck on that fine-looking cock?" said
the man in the same low, even tone.
He was right -it *would* be fun to do just that, thought Trudi. In fact, she
didn't know when she had ever heard a more appealing idea, and she had to
swallow a lump of desire in her throat as she looked at that thick organ with
its glistening drop of liquid forming at the tip.
She dropped awkwardly to her knees, conveniently bringing her mouth to the
level of Vince's cock, and then she grasped it in her left hand near the
base, pulling it down and towards her. Trying to remember the pointers Amy
had given her on giving head, she leaned forward and began licking the tip
with short, exploratory flicks of her tongue.
As he felt Trudi's impossibly warm tongue begin caressing him, Vince let out
an involuntary groan. He thrust his hips forward, causing the end of his
penis to slide between Trudi's lips and into her mouth. A shudder ran
through his body as her teeth scraped against the sensitive skin of his cock
head. Trudi began running her tongue in exploratory circles around the head
of Vince's organ, lubricating it and savoring the faint manly scent. She was
amazed at how warm and velvety-smooth it was - it was like sucking on a
cylinder of almost-melted chocolate.
As her saliva began to flow and things became more slippery, she began
pushing her head forward, letting more of the thick shaft enter her mouth.
She soon found a rhythm that matched the movement of Vince's hips, and she
became vaguely aware of a delightfully obscene slurping sound each time she
drew her lips back along the shaft toward the tip. She was also aware of a
warm tingling between her legs, and she was surprised to realize that she
was rubbing her pussy through her shorts with her free hand.
After a while she glanced up at Vince. Her boss had his head tilted back and
his eyes closed, and small groans and exclamations escaped his lips as his
brain tried to process the waves of intense pleasure coursing through his
In the meantime, the other man had walked up to the counter, and Trudi and
Vince were both startled when he spoke again.
"You're doing a fine job sucking that cock...maybe too good a job. I would
hate to see this fella come before we get to do anything else, wouldn't you?"
Trudi stopped her cocksucking and looked up at the other man. Her face was
flushed, and she was unaware of the strand of saliva still connecting the
corner of her mouth to the tip of Vince's cock. She had a feeling that she
had seen the man before, but she couldn't remember where. Again she heard
the voice in the back of her mind telling her that something was very wrong,
and she made a desperate effort to follow that thought through the whirling
haze of sexual images filling her head.
"Who... why are you making us...?"
"I want you to stand up and take off the rest of your clothes," interrupted
the man firmly. "You two have been dying to get it on, and now you are
finally going to get the chance."
Trudi rose shakily to her feet and looked over at Vince. His eyes were
half-closed and glassy, and she could hear the rasping sound of his rapid,
shallow breathing. Clearly, he was completely overcome by whatever force the
stranger was using on them.
Slowly, she unbuttoned her shorts and worked them down off her hips, and then
stepped out of them. As she removed her black panties she could see that the
crotch was darkened with her juices, and she was overwhelmed by the thought
of Vince's cock, still slippery with her own saliva, parting her virgin pussy
and sliding into the warm core of her body. Despite the lingering feeling
that it was ridiculously inappropriate to be standing behind the Road Pantry
checkout counter wearing nothing but sneakers and socks, she realized that
she was looking forward to what might happen.
"Sit up on the edge of the counter and spread your legs."
Trudi complied, jumping slightly to lift her ass onto the counter. Looking
down, she could see that the dark pink folds of her pussy were glistening
with moisture where they pushed out from the wispy thatch of her bush. The
man was standing directly behind her on the other side of the counter, and
Trudi was suddenly afraid that he would touch her. Instead, that soft, even
voice continued to give instructions.
"Go ahead and put it in her, buddy... but do it nice and slow."
Vince, his khakis and undershorts down around his knees, shuffled forward
between Trudi's outstretched legs until his cock was inches away from Trudi's
crotch. Pushing his stiff organ downwards, he pressed the head into the
moist pink opening. Trudi moaned as her pussy lips were pushed apart and
Vince's cock begin to slide into her. Despite the lubrication, her virgin
pussy was tight enough to provide considerable resistance.
"That's it.... slide it right on in there..."
Trudi leaned her head back and let out a low moan as she felt the thick shaft
spread her open and begin filling her up. It seemed to go on forever,
providing a constant stream of intensely pleasurable sensations and creating
an ever-increasing pressure inside her pussy which left her feeling
helplessly impaled when Vince's stiff cock was finally completely inside her.
"Now fuck her nice and slow.... make it last."
Vince hooked his arms under her knees, supporting her legs and steadying
himself, and began to slowly thrust in and out. Trudi leaned back on her
elbows and closed her eyes, giving herself over to the waves of pleasure
which filled her body. As her pussy continued to relax and lubricate, the
pace began to increase, and Vince was soon bumping his hips firmly into
Trudi's ass at the end of each stroke, causing her breasts to bob up and
down rhythmically on her chest. The man in the green windbreaker stared at
them with a look of dreamy pleasure on his face, and made no attempt to join
in or interfere.
When the "ding" of the door alarm sounded, Vince and Trudi were completely
oblivious, but the other man flinched and swore sharply. With a grunt of
displeasure, he tore his eyes away from the couple with an almost physical
effort and then made his way quickly towards the door, turning his face away
from the two middle-aged women who had entered the store. When the shocked
shouts and screams began, he was already slipping away into the warm, dark
* * *
It was 8:15 am on the following Monday morning, and Special Agent Fox Mulder
was already in his cluttered office deep within FBI headquarters looking over
the stack of incident reports that had accumulated in his internal mailbox
over the weekend. A cup of coffee steaming on the desk next to him, the
boyishly handsome agent was glumly sifting through the reports looking for
anything that might qualify as a genuine X-file case: an incident or series
of events that suggested some sort of paranormal or supernatural phenomenon.
Whenever a case anywhere in America without an obvious, logical explanation
came to the attention of the FBI, a summary was forwarded to Mulder or his
partner, Agent Dana Scully - a policy which generated a lot of chaff that
needed to be separated from the occasional grains of wheat. Years of
experience allowed Mulder to dismiss many of the reports into the circular
file next to his desk after only a cursory glance - he had become adept at
distinguishing crackpots searching for attention, drug-induced
hallucinations, and cases of honest misinterpretation from possible
In reality, there was often no way to tell from a short case summary whether
or not further investigation was justified, so anything that sounded
promising went into a thick folder labeled "Possibles." Mulder and Scully
spent a lot of their time looking over the reports in the "Possibles" folder,
looking for patterns. One report of guy who says he saw a sewer monster
through a storm drain probably wasn't worth following up, but if a second
report of a sewer monster sighting from an independent witness came in the
next day, then maybe you had something worth looking into.
Or, more likely, you had two kooks with the same fantasy, mused Mulder sourly
as he dropped a report about a middle-aged couple who claimed to have been
abducted by aliens on their way to their bowling league into the wastebasket.
Normally even-tempered and optimistic, he was feeling a bit depressed on this
sunny morning. Another relationship had self-destructed over the weekend,
and Mulder, who had trained himself to look for patterns in his job, had to
admit to himself that there was a definite pattern developing in his love
life. He would meet someone, hit it off well, and things would progress
nicely for a few weeks. But as soon as things started to become serious he
would back off, retreating into his work, and the relationship would wither
like an unwatered houseplant.
As he picked up the next report and began to skim it, he suddenly felt the
welcome tickle of recognition that often signaled a pattern beginning to
develop. Police in Hallville, Pennsylvania had arrested a man and a teenaged
girl for allegedly having sex on the counter of a convenience store during
business hours. Faced with reliable eyewitness accounts and the videotape
from the store's security camera, the couple had made the somewhat
lame-sounding claim that they had been overcome by a strange sensation which
had forced them to have sex against their will.
"I'm sure the Hallville P.D. is having a lot of fun with this case," thought
Mulder to himself with a smile. But the titillating nature of the incident
wasn't what had caught his attention. Opening the "Possibles" folder, he
began flipping back through the reports, looking for another recent incident
that had stuck in his mind.
He didn't have far to go, as it turned out. Just one week before the
unfortunate Hallville couple had been caught in the act at the Road Pantry,
an even more bizarre incident had taken place inside an upscale restaurant
outside Baltimore. Mulder put his feet up on his desk and tried to recreate
the second incident from the terse two-page report.
Around 1 am, shortly before closing, a busboy came out of the kitchen of
Elgin's Steakhouse and noticed that the elegant dining room had suddenly
taken on the appearance of a porn movie set. One well-dressed couple was
having sex on top of their table amid the half-eaten remains of their creme
brulee, while another couple stood by watching and groping each other. At
another table a man appeared to be receiving fellatio from his dinner
companion, who had disappeared under the long tablecloth. And at yet another
table two topless women were kissing and fondling each other while their
waiter masturbated behind them. All of the diners had been concentrating
entirely on their sexual activities, and had shown no fear of getting caught.
The busboy had apparently stood watching this rather surreal scene unfold for
at least 15 or 20 minutes before finally calling the authorities (Mulder
could hardly blame him for the delay). In their official statements to the
police, most of the bawdy diners claimed that they had been overcome by a
"strange impulse" which caused them to lose their inhibitions, and that they
remembered nothing specific about what had happened.
After rereading both reports, Mulder picked up his phone and dialed his
Agent Dana Scully had been about to go downstairs from her office to the
morgue in the basement when the phone rang. Her red hair was pushed back
from her attractive pale face by a hairband and she wore a shapeless, green
"It's me. I've just come across something interesting that we might want to
bring up with Skinner this afternoon. Do you remember that incident report
about the orgy in the steakhouse last week?"
"Yes, Mulder, how could I forget that one... Are you going to tell me you
think it should be an X-file?"
"Maybe. A similar incident took place in a convenience store in Hallville,
Pennsylvania on Friday night. A couple was caught while having sexual
intercourse on the checkout counter, and then they made a lame excuse about a
strange impulse to have sex. The diners in the steakhouse said the same
thing. Also, in both cases the participants claimed to not remember any
specifics about what happened. It would be a pretty big coincidence if it's
"Sounds a little far-fetched, Mulder. Cases of people having sex in public
aren't all that rare. But we might as well mention it to Skinner, and in the
meantime I'll ask around about any other cases that might match."
"OK, see you this afternoon."
As he hung up the phone, Mulder's thoughts turned back to his love life, as
they often did after talking to Dana Scully. He wasn't sure if he was in
love with her or not, but he had come to realize that she was the reason why
he was unable to have any lasting relationships with women. After working
together closely for years, he and Scully had an odd sort of intimacy. They
were more than friends, he was sure of that, but taboos about office
romances, which were particularly strong in the Bureau, had kept them from
exploring the next logical step. But those taboos didn't keep him from
fantasizing about Dana whenever he was sleeping with someone else. Forcing
his mind back to safer and more useful subjects, Mulder picked up the phone
again and asked the operator to connect him to the Baltimore police
In the morgue, Dana was thinking along remarkably similar lines as she looked
dispassionately at the cold, gray body on the table in front of her. When
she first started working with Fox Mulder she had been annoyed by his
tendency to flaunt FBI regulations and bemused by his belief in the
supernatural. When she was assigned to be his partner, she had been told to
"keep him under control," and she had naturally fallen into the role of the
skeptic non-believer. Now, after three years of working X-files with Mulder,
her professional opinion of him was much higher, and she had become more
open-minded about paranormal phenomena.
As for her personal opinion of Mulder, that had undergone some unsettling
shifts recently as well. Maybe it was inevitable, she thought, as she made a
long vertical incision with her bone saw; you can't work with someone every
day, often under dangerous, stressful conditions, and not develop feelings
for that person. And her feelings for Mulder were definitely straying well
beyond professional respect.
* * *
When Scully arrived at Assistant Director Skinners office at a few minutes
past 3 pm for their weekly X-files meeting, Mulder was already there. In the
past, Skinner had been almost antagonistic towards X-files investigations and
he had maintained a policy of refusing to investigate suspicious phenomena as
long as there was a chance that they might just go away on their own. As
Mulder had indelicately put it, Skinner didn't like to start an investigation
until at least two or three bodies had turned up. Naturally, this had caused
a lot of friction between the two, and they had come to blows on at least one
occasion. After a while, Skinner had recognized that Mulder had a unique
talent for sniffing out cases, and he now gave a much freer rein to his
However, perhaps out of habit, Mulder still treated a request to open a new
investigation like a lawyer trying to keep his client out of the gas chamber.
As Scully sat down in the empty chair to his left, Mulder glanced over at her
but did not interrupt his spirited monologue aimed at Skinner, who was
leaning back in his chair with a bemused expression on his face. She noticed
a videotape sitting on Skinners desk, and she smiled to herself - Mulder
loved to use props to strengthen his case, and if that tape was what she
thought it was it should make interesting viewing. Mulder was still talking.
"...and although it's true that thousands of cases of public lewd behavior
and indecent exposure are reported every year, these two incidents don't fit
the profile at all. I talked to a detective at the Baltimore P.D. today and
he said he had never heard of a similar incident in all his years on the
force. And as for the convenience store incident, that doesn't fit the
profile either: the man is married and the girl is a good student who was
working behind the counter. Neither had been drinking. Both of them had a
lot to lose by getting caught in the act, which was pretty much inevitable
considering the security camera which they both knew was there."
Mulder paused to take a breath, and Skinner took the opportunity to break in
with a question.
"Is there anything connecting the two incidents other than the claim by the
perpetrators that they were compelled to act by some sort of sudden, powerful
impulse? That sounds like a pretty predictable response... Maybe you've
heard the phrase 'The devil made me do it?'"
"Yes, I think there is something else connecting the incidents. I'd like to
play the videotape from the security camera for you. I spoke to the officer
who was at the scene, and he sent me a copy by courier. It's only about 10
minutes long, and I think it clearly demonstrates the nature of the
"I'm sure it does," said Scully dryly.
Since Skinner had a TV/VCR setup behind his desk he could hardly refuse.
Without comment, he pushed the tape into the VCR and moved his chair to the
side to give Mulder and Scully a clear view. Mulder provided the voice-over.
"As you can see, the camera is set up to monitor the checkout area. The girl
behind the register is Trudi Bowman - 16 years old, high school honor
student, raised by a single mother."
"Nice nose ring" added Skinner, who didn't miss much.
"Yeah, lots of kids have one these days. Anyway, in a couple seconds you'll
see the owner... there he is. Vince Lansing, age 37, married, 2 kids. See,
right now they are just talking - no lovey dovey stuff."
The tape showed Trudi from above as she stood at the register, and provided
a frontal view of Vince as he took a bite out of his Snickers bar. They
could clearly see the change in his expression as he suddenly lost his
balance and grabbed the counter.
"Did you see that? I believe that's the point at which he fell under the
influence of some outside force. And I imagine the same thing happened to
the girl... they rapidly begin having sex now - no foreplay or fooling
around." Mulder's voice was cool and even.
"Good Lord," said Skinner as Trudi's bra fell to the floor. He gave an
embarrassed glance towards Scully, but she was watching the screen intently.
There was no conversation for the next few minutes as all three of them
watched Trudi perform fellatio on Vince, who had a faraway, slack-jawed look
on his face. Suddenly a third figure appeared on the screen.
"Pause the tape," said Mulder.
"See the guy at the counter? The two having sex seem to be ignoring him,
which is odd. In their statements to the police they gave conflicting
reports - the girl said that this guy was controlling them, telling them
exactly what to do. Lansing doesn't remember him being there at all, even
after seeing this tape."
"You can't really see this guys face under the baseball cap," commented
"Whoever installed that security camera was a moron," added Skinner. "It's
aimed in the wrong direction to see the customers."
"Mulder, do you think that man used some sort of hypnosis to coerce them into
having sex?", asked Scully.
"I think that's what we should investigate. Here's the interesting part:
Out of the nine patrons in Elgin's Steakhouse at the time of the other
incident, only one man didn't participate in the orgy. He disappeared before
the police showed up, but they got a rough description from a waiter, which
more or less matches the man in this videotape. During questioning none of
the other patrons remembered seeing him that night, or any other details for
that matter. The investigating detective felt that he might well have had a
connection to the incident, but there was no way to find him."
"Any description could more or less match this guy, for all you can see
here," said Skinner, squinting at the screen. He reached over to the VCR and
restarted the tape.
Trudi was now sitting on the counter. They watched silently as Vince
shuffled between her legs, his stiff cock bouncing in front of him. As they
started to fuck, Trudi threw back her head and looked directly into the
camera. The look of intense pleasure on her face was unmistakable. Skinner
shifted in his chair without taking his eyes off the screen.
As she watched the tape, it occurred to Scully that it had been months since
she had made love to anything but her shower massager - a long time for a
healthy woman who enjoyed sex as much as she did. As she watched the
piston-like motions of the lovers on the tape, Trudi now with her eyes closed
and her lower lip clenched in her teeth, she felt a warm tingling between her
With a start, she brought herself out of her reverie. They aren't lovers,
she reminded herself. If Mulder is right, they were both raped, despite
their obvious pleasure.
Mulder was having similar thoughts. He too was aroused by the videotape, but
his strong sense of right and wrong caused him to feel outraged at the
incident. He felt certain that the man in the baseball cap was exerting some
sort of control over the couple, and he was anxious to launch an
investigation. Still, it was going to be hard to forget the mesmerizing
image of those large breasts bouncing in perfect counterpoint to the bucking
of the mans hips. He found himself wondering what Dana would look like in
the same position.
The man in the cap looked around suddenly, and then walked away.
Mulder cleared his throat, and said "At this point two women have entered the
store. Unfortunately, they didn't get a look at this guy either. And
obviously he was long gone by the time the police arrived."
Skinner stopped the tape, mercifully cutting off the desperate efforts of
Vince and Trudi to get back into their clothes. He looked over at Mulder and
"So you think this is some kind of mind control? Maybe the couple was just
playing a crazy joke or something - the guy in the cap is a friend of theirs
and they decided it would be hilarious to put on a show for him in the
"In front of the security camera?" asked Mulder.
Skinner didn't have an answer to that. "You're pretty quiet," he said to
Scully. "What do you think?"
They both looked over at her. Scully had torpedoed more than one of her
partner's proposed investigations at this point, and Mulder looked worried.
But this time she agreed with him. Something about the security video was
kind of creepy; maybe it was the look on the owner's face, like he was a
zombie or something.
"I can't think of any reasonable explanation for what happened," she said.
"I think that at the very least something criminal went on in that store."
Skinner nodded. "OK, I suppose this is worth looking into, since you don't
have much else going on right now. How do you want to proceed?"
"I think the key is the girl," answered Mulder quickly. "She's the only one
who seems to remember this guy, although she couldn't give a description.
She may have been able to circumvent the hypnosis somewhat, if that's what
was going on. I think we should drive out to Hallville and talk to her - see
if we can get a better description of our mystery man.
"It would also be worth talking to the Hallville police again - if anything
strange is going on in such a small town they would know about it," added
Mulder looked at Skinner, who nodded.
"Sounds good. Let me know as soon as you find anything." He didn't stand up
as the two agents left.
* * *
The man behind the wheel of the blue Chevy pickup rolled down the window and
took a deep breath of the warm evening air. He had just parked in a small
dirt parking lot overlooking the Hallville reservoir, which was a small pond
in a heavily-wooded area on the outskirts of town. The reservoir had been his
favorite hunting ground since he had taken up residence in Hallville; it was
a secluded spot much favored by horny couples, particularly high school kids.
As he lit a cigarette, he noticed that his hands were shaking. He hadn't fed
off of anyone for a few days, and he could feel the need rising in his body,
making his heart pound and his blood tingle. As always when he hadn't fed
for a while, he was jumpy and his senses felt unusually acute.
Taking a deep drag on the cigarette, he tried to relax and gather his
thoughts. He had to feed soon or risk losing control over his hunger, but
he didn't want to make any more mistakes. His recent behavior had been
unacceptable - although the restaurant caper had been incredibly amusing and
had satiated his hunger for days, it had been much too risky. He had just
managed to slip out before the police arrived, and a few of the staff could
conceivably remember him, although he was pretty sure he hadn't aroused any
He had vowed to return to his safe, time-tested ways after that episode, but
less than a week later he had made a bold, spur-of-the-moment decision to run
a scene in the convenience store. It had been a tempting setup, he had to
admit, but he had managed to make it this far without getting caught by
avoiding just that sort of reckless behavior. Not surprisingly, he had been
interrupted before he could fully satisfy his hunger, and he hadn't fed since
"It was something about that girl," he mused as he watched a nearby fisherman
make lazy casts into the water. He had always had a weakness for young,
spunky teenage girls, and this particular girl, with her tight shorts and her
nose ring, had caught his attention a few weeks ago while he was cruising the
area around Hallville high school. He had even found out her name: Trudi
Bowman. He had looked for her up here at the reservoir, but she never
appeared. Then the other night he had walked into the Road Pantry to buy a
pack of smokes, and there she was behind the counter, looking hotter than
ever. When he had sensed the attraction between her and the beefy blonde guy
that came out of the back room, he had gone for it before thinking it
Seeing her pretty mouth wrapped around the guys thick meat and then her big,
firm titties bouncing around while she was getting fucked had almost made it
worthwhile. For the hundredth time, he wondered whether she could identify
him. She had been unusually resistant to encouragement (that was the word he
had always used in his head when thinking about his unusual ability), even
for a female, and he had been interrupted before he could apply a final dose
of amnesia. He was going to have to keep careful track of Trudi Bowman for a
The man finally tossed his cigarette out the window and looked around the
small parking lot, which had three or four other empty cars in it. Satisfied
that he was unobserved, he reached under the seat and took out a small
plastic box, from which he selected a pair of non-prescription glasses with
thick plastic frames and a mustache that matched the dark brown of his own
hair. After checking his face in the rearview mirror, he put on a floppy
fisherman's cap to complete the disguise.
Armed with a small fishing rod he kept in the bed of the truck, he started
out along a well-worn path that encircled the reservoir. The sun was just
starting to set, and there would be at least another hour of light. When he
reached the water he started slowly strolling along as if he was looking for
a likely spot for his first cast.
As he relaxed his mind and concentrated, he immediately sensed the presence
of sexual attraction all around him, and his blood started to sing with
anticipation. He smiled to himself - tonight he could afford to be picky
and find a perfect setup - lots of privacy, no interruptions, low risk. One
by one he analyzed the couples as he passed near enough to sense their sexual
feelings. Some were out in the open where it would be too risky, others
didn't have enough mutual attraction between them.
Twice he was able to quietly home in on couples in secluded areas who were
already having sex, but he needed to control the encounter from the very
beginning in order to feed off of the sexual energy. In both cases, he
watched for a few minutes and then moved on.
Finally, he found the perfect couple. Before he even saw them he knew that
they were young and horny as hell, but inexperienced and unsure of
themselves. Stepping as quietly as a cat, he located them about a hundred
yards from the path in a small clearing surrounded by thick brush. They were
lying side by side on a blanket, making out and petting. Nearby was the
remains of a picnic dinner, including an almost-empty bottle of Blue Nun.
This was just the right situation, plenty of privacy and plenty of hormones,
and he settled down about 10 feet away to watch. The kids were both around
18; the girl was waif-thin with shoulder-length blond hair and the guy had
short brown hair and the thin, well-muscled body of a high-school athlete.
Their necking was following a timeless high-school pattern: while their lips
remained locked together, the guy would fondle her small breast from the
outside of her white tank top, rubbing and squeezing gently. Then he would
slip his hand under the top and rub her back, but as soon as his hand started
to slide along under the tank top towards her breasts she would block him
with her arm. The chastened hand would come out from under the tank top and
go back on top of the breast, and then the rather comical cycle would begin
The man noticed that the hand was getting a bit closer to the desired
destination each time before it was blocked, but he wasn't there to patiently
watch nature take its course. Reaching out with his mind, he focused on the
sexual attraction they were feeling, amplifying it until it drowned out the
rest of their thoughts. They both stiffened, and then began rubbing their
bodies together. The man chuckled softly. He would have no problem
satisfying his hunger with these two; he could already feel the waves of
lust they were generating. The guy slid his hand under the tank top again,
and this time she shifted to meet it, allowing her breast to be cupped and
squeezed. Satisfied that he had taken control, the man stepped out of
concealment and stood over them.
"You kids seem to be having fun... and I'm going to help you have a lot more
fun. Why don't you start by taking off your clothes." His voice was quiet
Neither teen was visibly startled by his presence or put off by the request.
With gratifying quickness, they obediently stood up and stripped off their
clothing. The man ran his eyes up and down the girl and felt his excitement
growing. She had smooth, tan skin and small teacup-shaped breasts which were
delightfully set off by the tan lines from a skimpy bikini top. Her rather
wide hips and thin legs made it possible for him to see her pussy from behind
- a view which always got his motor running. He decided he could afford to
get in on the action a little this time, something he normally didn't do.
"Very good. I want you both to continue to do just as I say, and I want you
to look at each other, not at me. I'm not going to hurt you, and when this
is over you won't remember that I was here."
He then asked them a few questions, which were answered by the girl (the guy
was standing slack-jawed, staring at his naked girlfriend, and did not appear
to hear). Their names were Bill and Christine and that they had been dating
for two months. Christine was a virgin, Bill had a little more experience.
They were both about to get a crash course in sex-ed, he thought to himself
with a smile. Too bad they won't remember it.
"Christine, I want you to drop to your knees and lick Bills balls."
She complied immediately, turning her head to the side to probe her pink
tongue around Bills scrotum as he looked down at her in disbelief. With the
mans guidance, she was soon enthusiastically taking each testicle into her
mouth in turn, and he had to caution her not to suck too hard. Bill's cock
grew so stiff that the tip was pressed against his stomach, but he was
ordered to remain as motionless as possible.
Finally, following instructions, Christine began licking around the head of
Bill's penis with short, darting flicks of her tongue. Bill immediately
began to pant and buck his hips, and it was apparent that he would have a
very short fuse. That was the problem with high school kids, the man thought
sourly, they generated plenty of heat, but it didn't last long.
He had Bill lie flat on his back, and then he told Christine to continue
licking his cock. She was now kneeling with her ass in the air, and he moved
around behind her to admire the view from close range. Her firm ass cheeks
were spread slightly apart, revealing her tiny pink anus, and below that he
could see that her delicate pussy lips had begun to spread open and moisten
under their thin layer of fine, blonde hair. Leaning forward, he put his
nose inches away and inhaled her sweet, musky scent.
"Christine, I want you to take his cock in your mouth as far as it will go
and hold it there. Don't suck it, just keep it company with your tongue."
She immediately took the cock all the way into her mouth, burying her nose in
Bills dark thatch of pubic hair. Bills eyes rolled back in his head with
pleasure, and he tried to pull his cock in and out to create some friction,
but from his prone position on the hard ground he couldn't move his hips more
than a few inches. Christine's lips remained firmly in place, but as a
consolation she worked her tongue back and forth on the underside of his
The man grinned. "Very good! Are you sure you don't have more experience
than you are letting on?"
A strangled "Mmmmph" was the only reply.
Christine's ass was now thrust high in the air, and he could wait no longer.
Leaning forward until his face was between her luscious ass cheeks, he ran
the tip of his tongue up the center of her pussy. The taste was a bit salty
from her perspiration, with a sweetish undertone from her juices. As he
continued to lick up and down her slit, the lips opened and he soon was able
to slide the tip of his tongue into her tight pussy. Christine began to
moan, and tried to say something which was badly muffled by the cock jammed
down her throat. She began moving her hips forward and back, grinding her
pussy into the mans face and trying to get his probing tongue as far as
possible into her pussy hole.
As her hips began to buck more forcefully, her ass began to slap back into
the mans face, which was now coated with a glistening layer of pussy cream.
Finally, he pulled his face away and inserted a finger into her pussy
instead. He pushed it in and out, rotating his hand as he did so. The
response was gratifying, within seconds he felt her pussy clench down around
his finger as she came. He relaxed and let the orgasm wash though him,
drawing on its energy.
He took advantage of the momentary pause in her hip thrusts to work a second
and third finger into her tight hole, and then he began rapidly
finger-fucking her, pushing his stiff fingers in and out of her sopping cunt.
Christine's body convulsed with a second orgasm even stronger than the first,
accompanied by a wet gagging sound from the vicinity of Bills crotch. He
continued finger fucking the girl, bringing her to climax again and again
with cool, practiced efficiency. With each orgasm, he could feel the desire
to feed ebbing, and finally he was satiated.
Glancing at his watch, the man decided it was time to finish up the scene.
He could sense that Christine was still firmly under his control, but he knew
from experience that after so many orgasms she might begin to come out of the
trance. Bill was a different story of course - like all men he could be
controlled indefinitely and he would remember less about incident that
He had Bill stand up, but kept Christine in her kneeling position with her
ass in the air. Her shapely rear end was coated with a mixture of his saliva
and her own juices, and Bills cock remained as hard as a bar of iron as he
stared down with dull disbelief at his formerly chaste girlfriend.
"It seems a shame to have her lose her virginity this way," said the man with
a chuckle. "How about fucking her up the ass instead?" The man was actually
concerned about a report in the local rag about a recent sharp increase in
teenage pregnancy in Hallville, for which he was apparently responsible.
Taking a small tube from his pocket, he squirted lubricant into Christine's
crack and rubbed it into her anus with his fingertip, causing her to moan
He then had Bill stand over her and press his cock tip down into the slippery
pink bud of her ass. It was so tight that the man could see the cock being
squeezed to a smaller diameter as it slowly disappeared. Christine's face
was clenched with a mixture of pain and ecstasy as Bill began sliding in and
out of her tight chute.
Finally, it was time for Bill to shoot his load. A low, guttural groan
escaped his lips, the first sound he had made since falling under the mans
influence, and his swollen balls pumped hot jism into Christine for what
seemed like a full minute. As the young couple lay in a sweaty, exhausted
heap on the blanket, the man spoke to them in a low monotone that seemed to
penetrate directly into their unconscious.
"Bill and Christine, you will now fall asleep for a short time... when you
wake up you will not remember me at all. You will recall only that you gave
in to your perfectly natural sexual urges and let nature take its course."
As the young couple drifted off to sleep, the man quietly disappeared into
* * *
Dana Scully jerked awake as her alarm clock went off with a series annoying
beeps. She swore softly to herself, not because of the early hour but
because she had been rudely awakened from an erotic dream. She slapped the
alarm quiet and then lay back in bed with a sigh.
Closing her eyes she tried to recreate the dream in her mind. She had been
riding a beautiful white horse with a soft leather saddle, and the rhythmic
gait of her mount had been transferred from the pommel of the saddle to her
pussy, creating a pleasurable buzz which, rather than remaining confined to
her crotch, had spread deliciously throughout her body. She had been riding
along a narrow trail through a lush, green forest to meet someone - an
important rendezvous whose exact nature she could not recall. But she did
remember who it was she was supposed to meet... opening her eyes, she
wondered once again why Fox Mulder seemed to be the focus of all her dreams
"As if I don't spend enough time working with him while I'm awake," she
muttered to herself.
Throwing off the covers, she got out of bed and walked into the bathroom.
Looking at herself in the large mirror that covered one wall, she wondered if
Fox ever thought about her as potentially more than a professional partner.
With Fox it was hard to tell, but she suspected the answer was yes. She knew
she was attractive - she often got compliments on her smooth white skin and
big blue eyes - but men never seemed to throw themselves at her like they
used to. Turning her head one way and then the other, she mused about the
effect that the Bureau had had on her personality. Growing up she had been
more of a free spirit than any of her current coworkers would believe - she
had losther virginity in the ninth grade and had remained sexually active
throughout high school and during her undergraduate days at Brown University.
In medical school she had come to realize what society expects from a
professional woman in terms of outward demeanor, and she had learned to
maintain a cool, detached professionalism towards her colleagues. In the
FBI she had learned the more difficult lessons necessary for a woman making
her way in a mans world. You built up a thick layer of armor to deflect the
snide, sexist comments, you didn't trust anyone, even the other women, and
you always watched your back. She had played this game for so long now that
she doubted that it was really a facade any more. Play the part long enough,
and you become the part.
One thing that hadn't changed since she left college was her healthy sexual
appetite. "I really need to get laid more often," she thought to herself
with a wry smile. She pulled her green silk pajama top off over her head and
examined herself in the mirror again, throwing back her shoulders and looking
at her breasts. They were generous C-cups, and they appeared surprisingly
large in contrast with her petite frame. Not as firm as the girl in the
surveillance tape, perhaps, but better than most. It certainly wasn't her
appearance that was holding her back, she thought, cupping her hand under one
heavy, warm breast and gently pinching the large, pink nipple.
Her mind strayed back again to the strange scene in the Road Pantry -the
image of the young girl and the good-looking man making love on the counter
had haunted her since she had seen the tape. No, making love was the wrong
term: fucking each others brains out was more like it. Hypnosis or not, they
had obviously been enjoying themselves. Glancing at the clock next to the
sink, she decided she had just enough time to indulge herself before Fox
showed up to drive them to Hallville.
She slid her pajama bottoms down off her hips and onto the floor and stepped
out of them. With one last glance in the mirror, she went back to the
bedroom and lay back on top of the covers. The practiced fingers of her
right hand quickly woke up her pussy, and with her left hand she rolled the
nipple of her right breast back and forth between her thumb and forefinger.
She closed her eyes and wondered what it would be like to sleep with Fox
Mulder. The funny thing was, she really had no idea. No matter how well you
knew someone, you couldn't predict what they would be like in bed. It was
always fun to try, though.
She began rubbing her fingertip around her clit, giving it just the right
amount of stimulation, and soon she had worked herself up to the edge of
orgasm. She lingered there for a while, denying herself a little and
enjoying the yearning, needy feeling in her loins. In this heightened state
of arousal she was able to indulge in fantasies that her normal self would
shy away from, and when she finally increased the stimulation on her clit,
sending herself over the edge into an invigorating orgasm, her mind was
filled with images of her and Fox entwined in a sweaty tangle of flesh.
* * *
Fox Mulder guided the blue FBI-issue sedan through the early morning
Washington traffic and into the driveway of Scully's townhouse. Before he
could get out of the car to knock, the door opened and she stepped out.
"Morning, Scully," he said as she got in the car. "You're looking unusually
perky this morning."
"You're late, and don't call me perky." This was standard verbal by-play for
them, lighthearted sparring that they both enjoyed.
"Sorry. Is that coffee?"
Dana unscrewed the cap of the thermos and poured a steaming cup for each of
them. They had worked together long enough not to feel the need for
unnecessary small talk, and they maintained a companionable silence as Mulder
worked his way out of the city and onto the main highway north to
Pennsylvania. It was a bright, sunny morning, and the air had a heavy
moistness that foretold a scorcher of a day.
Mulder finally broke the silence. "Before we try to talk to the girl - her
name is Trudi Bowman - we should talk to the Chief of Police. Does he know we
"Yes, I talked to a Chief Schroeder yesterday afternoon. He was surprised
when I told him we were going to start an investigation, and he was angry
that we had been sent a copy of the security tape. Apparently the guy who
sent it to you wasn't authorized to do so. I calmed Schroeder down a bit,
and he finally said to go ahead and stop by when we got into town, but that
he didn't have any further information for us. I got the impression that
they are embarassed by the incident and so they are trying to minimize the
This brought a wry smile from Mulder. "That's pretty much par for the
course; no one ever likes the FBI poking around on their turf. I just hope
he doesn't actively interfere with us."
"Well, you can just turn on your famous charm when we see him, and I'm sure
he will be glad to cooperate," said Dana in her usual deadpan tone.
Mulder, who wasn't the least bit famous for his charm, glanced over at her to
see if she was kidding and was rewarded with a playful smile. He briefly
considered trying to move the conversation to a more personal level, but her
usual noncommittal professional expression was back in place and he suddenly
felt uncharacteristically bashful.
"So did you set up an interview with Trudi Bowman for today?" asked Scully.
"Yes. I talked to her mother last night. She's pretty upset about this
whole thing, obviously. Apparently the wife of the convenience store owner
called her up and told her what a slut her daughter was. I think I convinced
her that we were interested in proving that the sexual relations were
coerced, and she agreed to let us try to talk to her daughter as long as she
was home at the time."
"How is Trudi taking this? Whatever actually happened, it must have been
pretty traumatic for her."
"I suppose. I got the impression that she's taking it a lot better than her
They continued to discuss the case off and on for the next few hours, as the
suburbs of Washington slowly receded and gave way to the rolling farmland of
southern Pennsylvania. Finally, they exited the highway and found themselves
driving slowly along the main street of Hallville. They had no trouble
finding the police station; it was located in a large brick building in the
center of town which also contained the post office and town library. A huge
American flag hung limply against the flagpole in front of the building.
"This is it, Scully," said Mulder as he stood next to the car and stretched.
"Small-town America, where strange things go on behind closed doors. You can
just feel it in the air, can't you?"
"I don't know, it looks like a pretty nice place to me. I think you've been
reading too much Steven King."
After that comment, Mulder didn't feel too guilty about staring at her ass he
followed her up the steps to the front entrance.
Inside, Chief of Police Robert Schroeder invited them into his small office.
He was a stocky man in his mid-fifties with a ruddy, weatherbeaten face and a
"I sure was surprised to hear that you wanted to come out here and
investigate that crazy little incident at the Road Pantry, Ms. Scully," he
said with a chuckle as he seated them in front of his large wooden desk. "I
didn't know the FBI was interested in cases of public indecency."
"Well, it sounded like a good excuse to get out of Washington for a little
while," replied Scully with a smile.
This appeared to satisfy Schroeder. Like most small-town Americans, he
couldn't imagine why anyone would want to live in a big city, especially
"Of course, of course, a little fresh air and a change of pace are always
nice... so now that you are here, what exactly can I do for you folks?"
Mulder spoke up for the first time. "You must know what goes on in this town
better than anyone, Chief Schroeder. We were hoping you might be able to
remember any other recent incidents involving public sexual behavior - maybe
a complaint from an onlooker that wasn't written up, something like that."
Schroeder rubbed his chin for a moment, then shook his head apologetically.
"No, I'd certainly remember something like that. People in this town are
conservative, God-fearing folks, you know. I'm sure everyone here is pretty
embarrassed that something like this happened in Hallville. Carrying on like
that in public just isn't tolerated here."
Mulder resisted the impulse to tell him that people in Washington weren't in
the habit of doing the nasty on the counters of convenience stores either.
"Have you filed any charges in this case?", he asked.
"Oh yes, both of them have been charged with public indecency," said
Schroeder, looking a bit uncomfortable.
"That's it?" broke in Scully. "What about statutory rape? Trudi Bowman is
Schroeder fiddled with a letter opener for a few moments before replying.
"We still have that option, of course. But I've known Vince Lansing for
years, and he's not... that is, he wouldn't..."
He cleared his throat and then continued, "Anyway, when you said you thought
it might have been some kind of outside coercion and that you were coming to
investigate, I kinda figured I would hold off on any further charges."
"Fair enough," said Mulder. "Have either of them been in trouble before?"
"No they haven't. Vince is a family man and a real nice guy. Everyone makes
mistakes in life, though, and it looks like he made a big one. I can't
imagine what he and his wife are going through over this. Trudi Bowman I
don't really know much about - she and her mother moved here last year, and
she's a sophomore at Hallville high school."
"Well, as I told you earlier on the phone, Chief Schroeder, we aren't here to
try to get anyone in trouble or to uphold the morals of your town," said
Scully. "If it turns out that they were having consensual sex, then the case
is yours to handle as you see fit."
"To be honest with you, I'm sure that's what happened, Ms. Scully. But you
go ahead and investigate if you like."
"Could we speak to the officer who responded to the incident?" asked Mulder.
Schroeder looked uncomfortable again. "Well, that's going to be difficult,
I'm afraid. Jim Needham is on vacation and won't be back for a week."
Mulder and Scully looked at each other. Before they could reply, the phone
on Schroeder's desk rang, and he picked it up. After a few minutes, during
which he mostly listened, he hung up and sighed.
"I've got to see to something right now, I'm afraid. I'll leave you with my
deputy, Alan Johnson. He can answer any more questions you might have."
He led them out into the main office area, which was nearly empty, and
introduced them to a thin man in his early forties.
"Alan, these are the folks from the FBI, looking into that Road Pantry
incident. Give them whatever assistance they need until I get back, will
you?" With that, Schroeder disappeared out the front door.
Johnson greeted them politely and offered them coffee, which the agents
declined. Mulder then repeated the same line of questioning they had
followed with Schroeder, with the same result. If anything strange was
going on here, Hallville's finest didn't seem to know about it.
Scully decided to take a slightly different tack. "Mr. Johnson, could you
give us your personal opinion about what happened the other night at the Road
For the first time, Johnson's expression of polite reserve faded, and he
"My opinion.... ? Well, I guess I'd have to say it was just a crazy stunt.
They were probably having an affair, and got a little carried away. I'm much
of a believer in hypnosis," he added.
"Chief Schroeder seems to think that would be out of character for these
two," observed Mulder. "Lansing is married with a couple of kids, and Trudi
Bowman is only sixteen."
Johnson laughed. "Since when did having a family stop a guy from getting a
little on the side? Lansing is kind of a local hero around here - some kind
of football stud. I bet he's got young girls throwing themselves at him all
the time. And believe me, these days a lot of the kids are sexually active
at sixteen. This girl, she looks like she might be kind of a wild one.
She's got a nose ring you know, and what with her living with just her
mother, no father around..."
Mulder glanced over at Scully. As he suspected, she was about to make an
indignant reply to Johnson's rather politically incorrect observations.
"I think we see what you are driving at," he said quickly. "We are going to
talk to her this afternoon to see if she can give us a better description of
the other man who was there. Have you seen the security camera tape?"
"Oh yeah, I've reviewed the tape several times," said Johnson with a smirk.
"Makes for mighty interesting viewing, but I don't see any evidence of
hypnosis, or whatever it is you folks are trying to prove."
Mulder glanced at Scully, who shook her head with a look of faint disgust.
"We aren't here to try to prove anything, Mr. Johnson," she said. "We are
just looking for the truth."
"Tell Chief Schroeder we may stop back later," said Mulder as the agents
stood up to leave.
As they walked out of the station, they noticed that heavy, dark storm clouds
had built up on the horizon and that the temperature had dropped by at least
"Well, that was a bust," said Scully as they got back in the car.
Mulder had a thoughtful expression on his face as he drove them back down
Hallville's main drag.
"They didn't give us any new information," he said finally. "But I thought
it was odd that neither one of them asked us any specific questions about our
involvement in the case. All they knew before we arrived was that we
suspected some sort of coercion was involved, and they must have figured out
we meant hypnosis since the security video shows no physical assault."
"You're always disappointed when your wild ideas don't get a strong reaction
from people. But I wouldn't worry about it - those two didn't strike me as
being deep thinkers - especially Johnson."
Mulder smiled. "You just don't like Johnson because he was staring at your
"You stare at my chest, and I still like you."
This threw Mulder a little off guard. Was he that obvious? He glanced at
her out of the corner of his eye, but her expression was unreadable as usual.
Scully was actually regretting the comment. Mulder was really quite a
gentleman, and she didn't mind the occasional appreciative glance, anyway.
Especially from him.
"It seemed rather suspicious that the officer who responded to the incident
is on vacation all of a sudden," she said, changing the subject.
Mulder nodded. "It sure looks like they don't want him talking to us. I
guess he got himself in hot water by sending me the videotape - maybe he's
"Well, they certainly don't seem to be very cooperative, whatever happened,"
said Scully. "So where to now?"
"It's still a few hours before Mrs. Bowman gets off work - we might as well
check into a motel," said Mulder. "I saw a few near the exit from the
Continued in Part 2