Red desires

Prologue

That's how the selection proceeds:

It happens in a public place with many people. I have to enlarge my vision so that I could have a better view on everyone. It's like what they say : the more the merrier.

Then wait and watch. Everyone always wants to be in their best feature when walking on the street. They all try to hide their inhibitions to the world in order to get "normal". But if I wait long enough, if I play my cards right, they reveal their real nature. That is exactly what I've come to explore today. I just have to find the one.

I am holding a booth in the middle of the Central Park right now, trying to convince people to come take a look at what we're doing. We represent here a psychology research group that promotes intellectual development. I'm supposedly the host of this event, making people take a test that is supposed to help them unlock new potential of their intelligence even if it is, in fact, made to tune down every volunteer's consciousness. Well women, most likely, but, of course, I would not send a guy off if the opportunity came up.

Now, another principle of the selection is to never let anyone pass by without visiting the booth. "'Cause there's a chance the one we're searching is from those you let go, and I cannot accept that," explained the boss when I asked her why.

Not everybody can make it to the test though. Some fails in the screening step. They all have the same outfits, the same fake smile and the same polite answers when asked the question. They all try to fit in the box (not imagining once that they would live in one but, well, that's another matter)... I need to find the black sheep of the group. To be selected, you had to stand out of the crowd. Who said choosing your next target would be easy?

It's been over an hour and a half now and nobody came close to succeed the test as near as I wanted. That's the rule number one of the selection : you know the results right away. If you still have the slightest of doubts then it's probably not the one. (In fact, many people use that motto to find their love life but it is derived from this right selection). But all I need is one person to pass the test and I'm done with this mascarade.

I was in the park, right in front of our booth like any other acceptable host. It's been a frisky day since the morning so I put my hands in my pocket, neck deeply buried inside my scarf. I was lazily pacing in front of the booth, whistling the lazy song, waiting for someone to stop by.

As I felt myself getting more and more bored, a blonde girl just walked through the gate and came in my direction. She wore a beautiful floral dress with a bow on the back. She was gracefully walking on her high heels it was sexy without being too vulgar. She sure knew how to make men drool.

"Would you have two minutes, ma'am?"  I gently asked when she passed in front of me.

She turned to me with the most beautiful smile, she looked like an angel, "yes?"

I didn't need much imagination to picture her curves underneath. I could already imagine her tied to a bed, in the last pieces of her shredded dress, struggling to get free yet begging to be used like never before. I could feel myself get hard, my breathing ragged. Man, I really have to focus.

"Would you like to give a shot at our booth? We're doing a test about psychology," I reassured her, all smile ahead. "Don't worry, you just have to look at a serie of photos and tell me which one doesn't belong."

It's a five minutes long video with sequences of everyday pictures that flashes rapidly. The principle was to catch the other abnormal pictures that doesn't match the series. It could be aliens, could be sea animals, could even be a haunted house. They all appear so quickly that the normal eye couldn't catch them. It's an regular exercise often used by psychologist to enhance their aptitudes.