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effort to keep from screaming, as she took her own pleasure into
overdrive. Moving her middle and index finger rapidly over the hood
of her engorged clit, she sucked her lower lip through her teeth
and bit down, pinching her nipple so hard, pain threatened to
overtake pleasure while her body shuddered to release. Waves of
climax coursed through her body. Her muscles stiffened until her
toes cramped inside her pumps. Her body froze but vibrated from the
inside so much, she could no longer focus on the monitors, and she
held her breath while release overtook her and washed away like an
outgoing tide. She suddenly became sensitive, afraid to move, while
her mind continued to dare her to slip a finger across her fiery
nub.
    It took her a minute to regain enough control
of her body to put her bra back in place and make a quick attempt
to smooth her hair before the others finished. Joanne still saw all
three of them moving in unison on the monitor but, by the looks of
it, they would be finished soon. Finding nothing else to clean up
with, she wiped her hands across her doctor's smock before grabbing
the clipboard from the desk and making some last-minute notes. The
one thing that struck her as strange was that she could've sworn
she felt the hand of another while she was pleasuring herself.
Could Holly's talents be that strong? Or, could it have been Marla
projecting onto her? She shook off the thought, concluding that
watching all the women moving in unison in different rooms must
have caused some extra excitement on her part.
    ***
    Marla lay on the bed catching her breath and
gathering her thoughts. Her mind still reeled from her realization,
and the feelings it brought. Her skin still felt warm and
sensitive. The intercom clicked on and she nearly jumped off the
bed.
    "Marla, please come to the control room when
you're ready."
    The voice came from Doctor Mueller but she
sounded different than before. Her voice was breathy and slow, when
before it was precise, nearly urgent. Marla slid off the bed and
found her clothes. A wide smile formed across her face as she
dressed. Marla could still clearly see, in her mind, the person, or
entity that pleased her minutes ago. She felt some connection that
went beyond physical, and her mind connected directly to this
person. Marla communicated to her without words. She pleased this
lover without physical touch. She always felt she had some special
ability but never before had she been able to connect at this
level. It was one thing to guess a person's inner thoughts or throw
minimal influence on their actions but this was full-on psychic
connection. Surely, anyone discovering this ability would think of
her as a weirdo, or a hoaxster.
    Doctor Mueller greeted her at the control
room door. Her cheeks were flush and hair disheveled, as if she'd
just completed an exercise routine. Walking into the control room,
she saw Katrina leaning back on a table. She waved at her, and
flashed a knowing smile but said nothing. Heat rose in Marla's
cheeks as she realized Doctor Mueller and her assistant had just
watched her move and shuffle to some unseen entity through their
cameras. They probably watched in amazement as she licked her lips
and thrust her hips in the air to orgasm without the touch of
another. But she certainly felt the touch of someone and felt, in
her mind anyway, she was sending back the gifts she received.
    "Uh, Marla?" The doctor said as she gestured
toward the far side of the small control room. "I'd like you to
meet Holly."
    Marla recognized the woman immediately.
Although they never met in person, she knew that Holly was the one
sending her all those feelings, as if she were right there in the
room. Without so much as a name, Marla knew Holly's inner self.
Every curve of her body was imprinted indelibly into her brain. She
remembered everything from the tone of her skin to the way Holly
moved to her touch. She even sensed the scent of her, still fresh
in her mind.
    Holly moved