"So, have you ever been to a hypnotist show before?" Megan turned around in her seat at the front of the SUV. Heath concentrated on driving.

Meg's friend Rachel sat directly behind her. Recently divorced, she was excited about actually getting outside of the house. She had long, straight blond hair, a delightful smile and drew attention with her tight pants and somewhat plunging neckline. Though twenty-seven, she dressed like she grew up in the eighties. Megan'd had several delightful fantasies about Rachel, though she'd never told her. Rachel was almost homophobic, and though Meg had dabbled and titillated, she'd never actually done anything bisexual. Meg flirted with the concept of having sex with a woman, but Rachel actively ran from any thought of such a thing.

Ginger sat next to Rachel. She too had long blond hair, though with a bit more curl. She was married, and had gotten a "free pass" for the night - her husband got to stay home and watch the kids. Megan considered her a bit too skinny, but beautiful, nonetheless. She'd flirted with Ginger here and there, but she wasn't sure Ginger even realized it. Ginger wore her customary painted on jeans, a red shirt that left her taut midriff bare, and high heels. She had an easy smile accentuated by her red, red lipstick.

In the third row seats sat Dirk and Kelly. Meg bit her lower lip, and met Dirk's eyes. Several times she'd babysat for the couple and every time Dirk dropped the kids off, they'd flirted shamelessly. The attraction was mutual and obvious. Kelly and Dirk had been married for over five years, but Kelly enjoyed her time out with the girls. She had an ass that got her in far too much trouble and Meg knew she enjoyed every stare from both women and men. Both Kelly and Dirk had brown hair and were a little short. Kelly had a wide mouth, and tended to dress like she was still in college, searching for a husband. Dirk was reserved and though had been in a rock band, had shed any semblance of wildness, almost a dichotomy of what one would expect out of a former band member. Somehow, Kelly had become the wild one.

Rachel and Ginger looked back at Dirk and Kelly, expecting them to answer first. Kelly chimed in. "Hell no. I've been to comedy clubs, but never a hypnotist thing. And Heath, what did you say about this one? Some kind of sex thing?" Heath half turned his head, but flicked his eyes towards the rear-view mirror, looking back at Kelly. "Yeah, basically, they say to leave your inhibitions at the door, and be ready for a bit of raunchiness. You okay with that?" Heath added a grin to his comment.

"Oh, hell yes. What about you, Rach?" Kelly asked.

Rachel had never met Kelly before this evening; they were all mutual friends of Heath and Megan's. "The name's Rachel, Kel. And no, never been to a hypnotist show. I'm sure they're all a load of shit anyway."

Kelly bristled at the shortening of her name. She ignored it for the moment. "Ginger? What about you?"

"Nope. Not me. Not really into that thing."

"What thing?" Kelly said.

"Hypnotism. I'm only along for the ride to get outta the house and laugh at all the idiots on stage."

"Really? So you think all those people do this stuff like they're acting out some thing? I mean, what if some of those women take off their clothes?" Kelly asked.

"Oh, that's bullshit." Rachel interrupted.

"What is?" Kelly said.

"That they're going to take their clothes off. They're probably hired strippers. So we get to pay extra to watch strippers take their clothes off in public. Big fuckin' deal."

Kelly raised her eyebrows. "So, you honestly don't think the hypnotism stuff works. This should be interesting. So, you gonna go up there and volunteer? You can prove them wrong." Kelly smiled sweetly.

Rachel blinked and blinked again. "I guess. I mean, I guess I could, hadn't really thought about it."

Ginger giggled next to her. "You're going to get up there then, huh?" Ginger looked Rachel up and down like she was crazy.

Dirk sat quietly in the back seat and Heath smiled, looking in the rear view mirror at the women in the back of his SUV.

"Well, we're here, so we can find out who of you are doubters and who have any balls." Heath said.

Heath pulled into a parking space and they all piled out of the SUV pulling down skirts and straightening hair. They followed the throng of people into the comedy club. Meg eyed the ticket girl, surprised she was wearing such a short skirt and showing long inches of cleavage. She smiled as she took the money and told her to "have a good time."

The group of friends was able to find the last table in second row from the stage. An opening act comedian had already started his portion of the show. The waitress made her third round and Ginger and Kelly hadn't missed an opportunity to down long island teas each time.

"When's this guy comin' out, this sucks." She hadn't been paying attention to the comedian, talking quietly with Dirk and Heath. Meg couldn't help notice that Kelly taken every chance to stare at Heath's ass whenever he stood to take out his wallet.

As if on cue, the lights dimmed, and the Amazing Wally entered stage left. All eyes followed his movements as he walked up to the microphone.

"Welcome one and all. My name is Wally, and I'll be your tour guide tonight. I'm going to show you exactly what kind of fun can be had when hypnotism is the toy we're all playing with." Several people tittered in the background, but he spoke with a quiet confidence. He was over six feet tall, had black hair and a riveting gaze - his greens eyes looked downright mystical to Megan. His posture belied the absurdity of his name. After several teas she'd been convinced to buy at Kelly's insistence, Megan could almost detect a shadowy aura around the man. She began to wonder if her own almost romantic ideas about hypnotism gave this man a power he had no mortal right to claim.

"Now, I'll tell you straight up - if you're bashful, shy, timid - you won't be at the end of the evening!" He smiled and nervous chuckles erupted around the room.

"Now, don't worry. No one here will be doing anything they don't want to do." Megan couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she could swear she detected a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Now, since you've already been entertained by a talented comedian, I won't embarrass myself or you all fine folk with feeble attempts at humor. We all know what we're here for, right? Let's see some of these well dressed women become almost-nude dominatrixes and some men become male strippers, right?"

Megan heard clapping and cheers from around the room.

"Now, without further ado.. errr.. okay, without further bullshit, let's get some people up here. Any volunteers?"

Megan realized now why Rachel had been hitting the Long Island Teas. She had to build up her courage for volunteering to go in the first round. Rachel's hand flew up when Wally called for volunteers. He looked in her direction, and nodded, waving her up front.

"Excellent. That was fast! Quicker than most crowds I've seen, actually. We might have us a little fun tonight." He grinned.

Rachel pushed her seat back with her legs as she stood. Megan looked at Heath and saw him watching Rachel's backside as she approached the stage. Her hair went halfway down her back, and she spied slight reddening on Rachel's cheeks when she heard the catcalls from the crowd.

"Damn baby, how'd ya fit all that in them jeans."

"Can't wait to see dat ass naked!"

After having been divorced, even lewd attention was worth enjoying. Several other women volunteered. A well-endowed brunette with overlarge hips, a redhead wearing Daisy Dukes with a smattering of freckles all the way down her neck and ample chest and another brown-haired girl with short shorts. Seemed all the volunteers enjoyed attention and showing off their bodies. Except Rachel. She was introverted and conservative, but had gotten "conned" by Kelly. Five men walked up on stage - a short balding man in a business suit, a very young, hard-to-believe-he-was-legal guy in a cowboy hat, a model-esque twenty-something with piercing blue eyes, a blond haired Swede who pronounced his name as "Sven" and a skinny black man in tight jeans.

All the volunteers climbed the stairs and sat on the chairs arranged in a semi-circle behind Wally.

"Okay, listen close. How many of you believe I can actually hypnotize you?"

The volunteers looked at each other, and several of them raised their hands, but Rachel's remained firmly in her lap, clasped like her life depended on it.

"Okay, how about this then - since most of you don't think you can be hypnotized, anything you do tonight will be completely of your own volition, correct?" Wally's raised an eyebrow.

All nine volunteers nodded their consent.

"Good then. Pay close attention." Wally started his induction. The lights dimmed in the room, and Megan heard a pulsating beat from the speakers. She felt her head nodding to the rhythm.

"For those of you in the audience, feel free to listen and enjoy. If you find yourself nodding off, it's perfectly acceptable."

Megan saw the spiraling disc appear behind Rachel's head. It was plastered on the wall, apparently from a projector on the other side of the room. She heard the sound of Wally's voice as it took on a seductive turn.

Wally pulled out a string with a sparkling diamond attached. Megan figured it must be worth several thousand dollars. He started swinging it back and forth.

"I know. Crazy, huh? The old swinging string, right? Well, whatever you do, don't look at my eyes or listen to what I'm saying. Concentrate on the string and not on what I'm saying. You're not getting sleepy. You're not staring at this string."

Megan cocked her head. What was this? Reverse psychology? Fine then, she'd look at the string, what, he thought because he said she shouldn't look at it, that she wouldn't?

Megan noticed Rachel staring intently at the diamond. She flicked her eyes to the spiraling disc on the wall behind Rachel's head. Right. That's so freaking obvious. If you're trying to avoid being sucked into this sadistic Wally's delusions, obviously, don't listen to his voice, don't watch the disc, watch the string!

Megan looked out at the crowd. Faces showed titillated excitement. Megan even saw several women pointing right at her.

She couldn't move. Her eyes raced in dizzying circles trying to take in everything around her. She could see the tops of her hands over her head, frozen in position like a Greek statue. When she looked down, she heard the crowd roar out in laughter. She could just barely see the tops of her breasts (No, titties), and she wore only her pink bra. She couldn't see her legs or waist and she didn't even want to think about how exposed she was.

"Bob, go check out that mannequin over there." Megan heard Wally's majestic voice. A short balding man whose mouth was just about nipple height came into Megan's view.

"Now, adjust the mannequin Bob. What's a good position for her?"

Megan stared at the man. He looked up at her, lust clearly written on his face. He reached out and grabbed her right breast, moving it slightly to the right. Then with his right hand, he moved her left breast to the left, just slightly. Megan heard peals of laughter from the crowd.

"Not exactly what I had in mind, Bob, but what the heck, eh? Okay, how about moving her arms and legs?" Bob pulled her hands straight up in the air, causing her breasts to squeeze together obscenely.

Megan looked out into the crowd, specifically for anyone she knew. Rachel sat on Dirk's lap, sucking her thumb. She'd lost her jeans and shirt, and somehow had found a pair of bunny ears. Rachel had her arms around Dirk's neck and kept kissing his face - anywhere, except his lips. Kelly was pointing at the bald-man's antics, and periodically throwing back her drink. Ginger was grinning at Rachel and watching Megan. Megan felt a tinge of jealousy for Rachel. She could picture herself in that position - on Dirk's lap, kissing his face. Dirk nearly dropped Rachel on the floor when she reached for his crotch. Belatedly, Megan realized she couldn't see her husband anywhere.

"Can I get someone from the audience who wants to play with my mannequin?" Wally said.

A hundred hands flew up, but he looked at Megan's table, until Ginger slowly raised her hand.

"You. Yes, you. Come on up here and position this woman correctly. Bob, step back a moment." Ginger approached the stage and came right up to Megan's face and kissed her on the nose. "You silly, silly girl." Ginger said.

Ginger pulled Megan's hands from over her head and laid them flat on her ass. Megan realized that she wasn't wearing her skirt anymore. Ginger then pinned her shoulders back, making her large breasts poke straight out. If Megan had hoped for mercy, she was sadly mistaken. She heard the crowd roar with laughter again. She could see the flashes from cameras in the darkness beyond the stage. Ginger leaned Megan forward, so she presented a perfect picture of cleavage.

Ginger finally started manipulating Megan's face, stepping back several times before she'd gotten the look she wanted. Megan felt her lips parted, and formed in the shape of an "O" and felt her eyebrows raised. She imagined she looked like a surprised hooker looking for a cheap blowjob to give. Finally, as a last measure, Ginger pulled Megan's bra down below her breasts, exposing them for the crowd.

Megan heard a huge cheer for Ginger and felt the blood rush to her cheeks. She felt like a two-bit whore in a pink bra and a g-string; she felt small satisfaction in knowing how much the crowd enjoyed the site of her body exposed so brazenly.

"OH, Megan. I had no idea! Nipple rings? I bet that hurt." Ginger cooed. She flicked each one in turn, and smiled. Megan had no idea Ginger would get so feisty when in a position of domination. She'd always been so quiet - almost Christian-like. Ginger prowled around Megan, eyeing her up and down like she was stalking a piece of meat. Megan could only sense Ginger behind her. Megan felt the blond woman slide a finger inside the back of her g-string and apparently made a dramatic face for the crowd, as she heard the audience start to clap and holler. Megan mentally winced as she felt the g-string tugged up her ass. She blushed again in humiliation, unable to even wince in embarrassment. She could just see the tips of her red, eraser-like nipples with the gold rings that gave her permanently hardened nipples.

Wally's voice rang out. "Ginger, right? Okay, that's enough, turn her toward the stage a bit, so she can watch some more of the show."

Megan felt herself spin around slightly, apparently on some kind of lazy-susan contraption, as Ginger turned her into position.

Finally, she caught sight of her husband. He was still sitting in one of the chairs at the back of the stage, with his head lolled to the side, eyes shut. Thank-god he hadn't seen any of this so far.

"Sven. Yes.. when I count to three, you'll open your eyes, yet still be in a trance, understand? Good. 1... 2... 3. Excellent. Now, stand up. Very good."

Megan watched Sven stand with passive amusement. He wore rather tight jeans, but she could tell he had worked out to gain the body he had; he was tall and broad shouldered.

"Now, I think Megan's been a bit embarrassed frozen like a statue over there. Why don't you go over there and plant your lips on her ass. And for some reason, you won't be able to take them off, okay? Good."

Megan couldn't believe it. This blond giant was walking right past her, she heard him bend down, and then felt his lips on her ass. He pushed his tongue through his lips and she rolled her eyes in ecstasy. She also felt his hands on her legs, moving up under her g-string into the sensitive area right below her pussy. She felt herself start to get wet and she started breathing faster, both from nervousness from having some strange man rub on her pussy, as well as from become more and more excited as he did slid his finger under her g-string.

"Now now, Sven, I didn't say to do all that. I'm not sure if Megan wants you there or not. For now, pull your pants down.. very good, now start stroking that cock. And excellent job on keeping those lips on her ass, I must say!"

"Now.. let's see. You have a husband, don't you Megan. No, no, don't answer, I know you're unable to. " Wally grinned as he said it, and members of the audience chuckled with him. He looked down at a card in his hand. "Heath. Won't you stand, please?"

Megan watched her blue-eyed, brown haired husband stand up sleepily.

"And Leslie, isn't it?" Wally asked. The red head in the daisy dukes turned her head, though remaining out, with her eyes shut.

"Very good, stand up, Leslie, we're going to give Megan a show!"

Megan didn't like the sound of this. "Now, Leslie, is it true, that every girl named Leslie likes to do girls?" Wally asked.

Leslie looked a bit confused by the question, but once again, members in the audience tittered their laughs across the room. "Um, I don't know. I mean, I.. uh.. "

"Well, do YOU like to do girls?"

"I.. uh, I guess. I mean.. "

"Okay, how many have you had sex with?" Wally asked.

"I...I don't really like to talk about it." Leslie looked nervous.

"I want you to open your eyes, but remain in a trance, okay, Leslie? Same goes for you, Heath."

Both of the hypnotized opened their eyes, maintaining a dazed look.

"Okay, not a problem. However, I just realized that you're a dancer - an exotic dancer. And you see, Heath here is actually a pole, aren't you, Heath?"

Heath didn't respond, but he somehow interpreted Wally's words to mean he should shoot his arms up into the air, and stiffen vertically.

"Go ahead and start dancing on your pole, Leslie." He waved his hand, which cued the music.

Leslie cocked her head to the side, and then kicked out a leg, wrapped it around Heath's waist, and slid down his body, to the floor. She stood up in front of him, bending down facing the crowd, grabbing the bottom of her red polo, and standing up, pulled up her top and raised her arms over her head. She wore no bra and her glorious boobs burst out of her shirt, freckles across the tops of her breasts and her almost too-fair skin, made the stage lights brighten the light sheen of sweat she was already developing. Megan was never embarrassed about her breasts, but she could see Leslie had nothing to be ashamed of with a set of D's that seemed to defy gravity. She had a body like a dancer - taut stomach, long legs, and delectable breasts. In spite of herself, Megan found herself attracted to this girl.

Leslie turned away from the crowd and launched herself at Heath, grabbing his arms, and whipping herself around in a circular dance, like a pro, until she rested her breasts against his pant leg.

She stood back up, and slowly, tantalizing the crowd, unbuttoned her shorts. She slid down the zipper, and then brought her legs together, and bent down, dropping her daisy dukes, nearly slamming them into the floor. She stood there in just her miniscule red thong and heels.

Wally interrupted. "Now, Leslie, you forgot to take the wrapping off your new dancing pole, right?"

"Right, Wally. A dancer can't dance like that!" Leslie had a quiet voice, almost girly. She reached over and unbuttoned Heath's pants, pulling the shirt out. Megan could feel her face flush again, especially when Kelly nudged Ginger as the focused in on what Leslie was doing to Heath.

Leslie started unbuttoning Heath's shirt and pulled it off completely. She bent down and pulled off his shoes, leaning him to the side to slide them off. As she did so, Meg could hear the men in the crowd make nearly gurgling noises as they saw Leslie's hardly covered labia from behind. Finally, she started pulling down his pants. She wrapped her arms around his waist, her hands on his ass, and she discovered he was wearing a hot-pink g-string underneath. She let out a sigh and said, "Mmmmmmm."

She dropped down in front of him, while pulling down his pants, and nuzzled her nose into the bulge in his pink g-string. Some in the crowd cheered, and others laughed. Megan could distinctly hear Kelly.

"Omigod, would you look at that!" She could see Ginger laughing and pointing, like she might a Chippendale dancer.

"This pole comes with a great package, Wally!" She breathed deeply and closed her eyes, while the crowd laughed in appreciation.

"Why don't you play with the packaging a little while, Leslie? You can use your tongue if you wish."

Megan saw Leslie start to draw down the g-string, and she felt her temperature start to rise further. This girl was HOT and may as well be naked, and was about to lick her husband - and there was nothing she could do about it. Her eyes rolled and she could feel the blood rushing to her head.

Wally looked at Megan.

She heard, "Megan. Fuzzy Bunny."

Megan was sitting next to Dirk. She couldn't remember exactly what had been happening, must have had too much to drink. She'd been watching people up on stage, but thankfully, hadn't gone up there at all herself. There was a guy up on stage, kinda cute, wearing a pink g-string. Rachel had attached a dog collar to the man's neck, and held the leash and the man was crawling around on all fours on stage. Rachel had him perform tricks. Her favorite seemed to be forcing him to like her face like a puppy. While it was all very amusing, Megan only wished Kelly would go away so she could talk to Dirk in private.

"So, enjoying the show, Meg?" Dirk asked. Kelly looked on as if expecting something.

Megan looked quizzically at Kelly and shrugged.

"Yeah, I guess so. It's pretty funny stuff, really. Where's Ginger?"

"Funny, you should ask that, you thirsty?" Dirk asked.

And just then, Ginger came around from another table. She carried a tray, and had a ridiculously short black skirt on - one of the skirts worn by waitresses of the comedy club. A slight breeze and a lack of panties and anyone would be able to tell if Ginger were a natural blond. She also wore a white top that didn't quite cover all of her nipples. She seemed unaware of the fact that she was revealing anything, or what effect it seemed to have on her "customers."

"What's she doing in that outfit?" Megan asked. As an afterthought - "Yes, actually, I am kind of thirsty."

"Good. Oh waitress!" Dirk called out to Ginger.

Ginger turned around, not seeming to recognize any of them. "Yes, what can I do for you?"

"Well, a couple of things..." Dirk dropped a napkin on the floor behind Ginger.

"Could you pick that up for me?"

"Sure, honey." Ginger had such a nice southern drawl. She turned around, and bent down slowly - knowing what her long legs did to men - and her short black skirt rose up, up, up, until her yellow panties were easily seen. Before she could stand, Dirk said, "Okay, stay like that until I tell you to straighten up."

"Sure honey!" Ginger said happily. Megan couldn't understand what the heck was up with her.

Dirk flipped her skirt all the way over onto her back, while her fingers grazed the ground. He traced a line along her g-string, and Megan could hear Kelly clear her throat, finally getting annoyed with the scene. Megan stood, unable to resist playing with the waitress. Before Dirk moved out of the way, he ran a finger down the crack of Ginger's ass, along the yellow band of rayon, all the way down to her pussy.

Ginger inhaled and then giggled as Dirk was pulled down to his seat by Kelly. Megan looked on enviously, wishing once again, that she were Kelly.

Megan walked up behind Ginger and patted her ass several times, and popped her thong a few times as well.

"Well, now, isn't that something." Megan said.

"Are you done now, miss?" Ginger muffled out.

"One last thing..." Megan said. Then she swung way back and smacked Ginger, hard, on the ass.

"Yeeeaaaaahhhhh!" Ginger wailed.

Megan smiled as she saw the handprint appear. She didn't even know why she spanked Ginger, though it felt good doing it. She looked around and several heads had turned towards her, but most people were paying attention to the stage where all the hypnotized men were licking the breasts of all the hypnotized women. Slowly the men moved in near synchronicity as they pulled themselves downward, positioning themselves in front of the hypnotized women's crotches, where the woman all sat on the folding chairs at the back of the stage.

Meg stopped her enjoyment of spanking Ginger as she paused to look at Rachel. The man with the nice ass in the pink g-string was pulling Rachel's panties down, with obvious lust in his eyes. She reached over his back, crushing her breasts into his face, as she yanked on his g-string. Satisfied, she leaned back as he continued to pull off her panties. Before he could barely drop them to the floor, he was diving his face into her pussy. Megan felt herself get wet, just watching the man drive his face enthusiastically into her cunt. She felt happy for Rachel. It'd been a while since she'd 'gotten any' and she finally had her chance, even if it was hypnotized, in front of a huge crowd and with a total stranger.

Kelly said, "Can you believe Heath's doing that? Megan, come sit over here." Megan didn't particularly feel like sitting next to Kelly, since Dirk was right here, but she felt that it wouldn't hurt anything. She squeezed by Ginger, who was still kneeling over.

"Get us a round of long island teas, waitress. You may stand up straight." Dirk said.

"Oh, thank-you. I'll get those right out." Ginger said.

A barely legal teenager at the table next to theirs reached out and grabbed Ginger under her skirt, running his hand up her leg to cup her ass gently.

"Now, young man, what do you think you're doing?" He yanked his hand back, as if scalded.

Dirk interjected. "No, buddy, like this." He winked at the boy. "Ginger, bend over and touch your toes." She did. "Remember what Wally said? She'll not object to anything you do, as long as she's bending over first." Dirk smirked as the lad jumped out of his chair and put his face just inches from Ginger's crotch. He flicked up her skirt, and started sliding her yellow rayons slowly down her long legs, leaving them at knee height.

"Now, young man, you mustn't do that. Sir. I object, you really shouldn't be, OH! Young man.. now, stop that, this INST-" She let out a groan as the boy dove his hands into her sopping pussy. He left his thumb grazing her ass, and Megan just shook her head.

Kelly said, "Great, Dirk, now we'll never get those drinks."

Dirk shrugged. "I'm sure another waitress will appear."

Megan asked, "So I guess you all escaped being hypnotized, huh?"

"Oh, you mean, unlike Heath up there, eh?" Kelly said.

"Who?" Megan didn't know whom they were talking about.

"You are shitting me!" Dirk said.

"What?? I don't get it. Heath who?"

"Oh, this is too good. Wait a minute, why don't I remember her being hypnotized about that..." Kelly started looking all around, and reached under skirt, and realization dawned.

"Oh shit. I'm not wearing any panties." As soon as she said that, her eyes glazed over, and she stood up, and walked to the back of the club.

"What the hell?" Dirk asked. "This is getting freaky. Where's she going?" He tried to stand up to follow her, but he realized his ass was glued to the chair. "What the... oh, shit. We did get hypnotized."

"Well, I sure as hell didn't." Megan said. "I've got all my clothes!"

"I can fix that, Megan." Dirk grinned at her evilly.

"Uh, whatever. You may be cute, but you can't talk the pants right off of me!"

"Megan, take off your shirt." Dirk said.

"The hell I am!" She said. But then, her hands seemed to move of their own volition as she started unbuttoning her shirt. Her eyes drew wide as she grabbed the bottom of the shirt and she said, "What the hell am I doing?" as she pulled it off her head and her hair fell free and her pink-bra encased breasts popped free of the shirt. "Megan, take off your skirt." Dirk commanded.

"No no.. this can't be happening..." She said as she stood, unzipped the zipper and let the skirt drop to the floor. She sat back down, in her pink g-string, bra, garters and fishnets. She tried lamely to cover her panties and bra with her arms. Dirk stood up, moved over to Megan and now it was his turn to look bewildered. "What is going on?" He looked more concerned than scared, almost intrigued as to where this was going. He dropped to his knees in front of Megan and started inching her g-string down her legs.

Just then, Kelly arrived back. She was wearing a waitress's uniform, just like Ginger's, except they'd apparently run out of tops. She wore no bra and her b-cups were there for all to see. Someone had apparently stopped her and written "Nice Tits!" with her sharpie across her chest.

"Can I get you two a drink, sir, ma'am?" she asked.

Megan smirked. "Sure. But come around here for a minute." Megan squealed as Dirk drove his tongue into her pussy. He flicked it across her clitoris, swirling round and round, and then dove it deep into her pussy.

Kelly came around the table, standing right next to Ginger, who was getting rimmed by the teenager at the next table. Megan said, "Kelly, turn around, then touch your toes."

Kelly did.

Megan then flicked up Kelly's skirt and enjoyed the sight of Ginger and Kelly standing side by side, their asses bared to the world. The fact that Kelly had "Great ASS!" written across her cheeks only added to Megan's enjoyment. Megan realized the only thing Kelly was wearing, besides her shoes, was this itty-bitty pleated skirt. If Megan could have gotten any wetter, she would have. Kelly had a slightly overlarge, J-Lo type ass that more than compensated for her smallish, but perky breasts. Megan could understand why someone would want to brand her that way. Unconsciously, she found herself stroking Kelly's globular backside.

Kelly and Megan both started moaning, and Megan felt her hips start to buck of their own volition, as the smell of her sex began to permeate the air. Dirk had grabbed both her ass cheeks, gripping them, which always made her even hornier. He was forcing her pussy into his mouth as Meg looked over and slid her hand down Kelly's ass and slid a finger into her pussy. "Mmmm. Turn around my little girly, KellyDoll." Kelly did not attempt to stand up straight, but instead when she turned around, her face was even with Megan's and her breasts hung down from her chest. Megan grabbed her by the back of the head and forced her mouth to crush into her own.

"Mmmmm." Megan groaned, and she gently stroked Kelly's tongue as she thrust it into her mouth. "That's gooooood. Now suck on my nipples KellyDoll." Kelly moved her head down.

"I've never done anything with a woman before..." Kelly said, not unkindly, before her mouth was stuffed with Megan's right breast.

"I haven't done much. Not even this much, but you're too delicious to resist. OHH!" She yelped as Kelly sent a delightful jolt of pleasure through her breast and to her spine when she bit gently on Megan's nipple, right behind the nipple ring. Megan felt her already rising heat start to burst like a volcano; she'd been desirous of a good orgasm for several minutes, but it just wouldn't come. No matter how she fucked Dirk's face as his tongue raced in and out of her pussy, she couldn't orgasm.

Suddenly, Wally's voice boomed across the room. "Table 6, FREEZE!"

Megan hadn't realized till she was frozen that her right hand had found Ginger's ass again, and she'd slipped a finger inside. Megan's back was arched and her face frozen in ecstasy like a freeze-frame of a porno movie. Her legs were wrapped around Dirk's head, and her left was behind her head, both raising her breasts and squishing them together. If she moved her eyes, she could just make out the writing on Kelly's ass, which was plainly visible from the stage, as evidenced by Wally's smile as he strode toward table 6. Megan could feel Dirk's tongue as it pushed against her clit once again, though he couldn't move. Kelly had taken a nipple ring in her teeth and was tugging on it slightly, one of Kelly's hands was on the back of Dirk's head and her other on Megan's ass. All three had frozen as if made of statues.

For some reason, on stage, the guy in the pink g-string had frozen as well, standing, his face in an almost pain-like expression as Rachel remained frozen on her knees, looking up at his face longingly, like a puppy dog. She had one of his balls in her mouth, sucking enthusiastically, her arms wrapped around his legs and her hands seemed to grip his nice ass. Was he from table 6? Rachel must have picked up a boyfriend, Megan thought. Rachel was completely naked. Nice ass. I love how her long blond hair almost touches her ass.

"Can we get a spotlight over here, please?" Wally spoke into the microphone. Megan felt a light cross around the room, and she realized most other people had simply been watching what was going on onstage. She suddenly felt unbelievably exposed. Undressed, acting the complete whore, and apparently, no one had really noticed the goings on at Table 6 until the spotlight shown directly in her eyes. She could hardly see into the light, but she heard sounds of surprise and shock. She heard laughter, as well as whispers about sluts, nipple rings, and post-hypnotic suggestions. She also heard the buzz and saw the slight flashes of cameras taking pictures. She was sure she'd see those on the Net soon enough.

"Well, this is just too rich, isn't it? I guess you were one horny group! Rachel, Heath, stand up, get your clothes and come over here." The guy fixed his balls, and pulled the g-string over his beautiful cock. Rachel found her panties and pulled them on, grabbed the rest of her clothes and started walking towards the table. Megan realized as she walked forward, that Rachel had the most perfect looking c-cup breasts she'd ever seen! Nice rose red areolas, and her nipples were very bitable. Megan had no idea where all the thoughts about women were coming from, but she couldn't deny how much she now enjoyed the thought of slowly licking a girl's pussy and biting their nipples and sucking on their tongues and -

"Megan, you seem to have turned into a hellion, now haven't you?" Wally's question interrupted Megan's thoughts. Wally waited a moment for her answer, realized she couldn't speak while frozen and said, "You can't move anything but your mouth...you may speak."

Megan moved her mouth around a little bit; it was a little stiff from being frozen in an awkward position. "I'm a little thirsty," she said.

"Well, you may move your right hand and arm. Now, if you'll kindly take your finger out of that girl's ASS," He waited for the expected laughter, and when it died down, he continued. "She can stand up and go get you a drink." Megan yanked her finger out of Ginger's ass like a snake bit her. Her face flushed crimson, and she didn't know what to do with her hand, finally, hiding it behind her chair.

"Now, as I was saying, you've turned into quite the hellion, haven't you?" Wally asked.

Megan looked down at her crotch where Dirk looked back up at her. She could barely see him for Kelly's head blocking the view. If she weren't seated in front of a hundred other people, she'd probably be enjoying this a lot more. "Yes, I guess I am, Wally. I never expected to have all this happen here!"

More laughter. "No, I expect not. But, while under hypnosis, your group seemed to have a lot of sexual tension that needed a bit of release." Wally continued.

Rachel pulled up a chair next to Megan and had finished dressing. Her face was flushed and she still breathed a little heavy. She pulled out a chair next to her on her opposite side for the now dressed man who'd been wearing the pink g-string. Rachel patted the seat possessively.

"I bet we did, Wally!" Megan agreed enthusiastically. She wondered if she sounded as much like a game show contestant to everyone else as she did to herself.

"Ginger, stand up, and get a round of long island ice teas for everyone at the table, including yourself. They're on me, you all have been great tonight!" Wally turned to the crowd and raised his hands, encouraging a cheer for the group. Ginger straightened, and smiled, not quite sure if she was a member of the group or not. She straightened her skirt while loud applause accompanied Wally's words and trotted to the back of the club.

"Megan, I'm sure you're still hanging there on the edge of orgasm. Funny thing is, you have to wait for permission to orgasm. And anyone but you can give it to you, isn't that cute?" He grinned and Megan felt her heart choke in her throat. She'd never been more embarrassed in her life.

"Okay, Table 6, UNFREEZE. And Megan - Orgasm!"

Suddenly, Dirk's tongue was driving into Megan's pussy again, and Kelly was nibbling on her nipple. The suspended desire for orgasm suddenly revealed itself in a catlike snarl that ripped from Megan's mouth. All the pent-up frustration of not cumming, combined with the abject humiliation and excitement from doing all these degenerate things in front of a hundred people caused her to erupt in a virile scream.

"AGGGHHH.. ohmigod... omigod.. omigod.. UNNNGGGGHHHH" She sounded like she was giving birth, the orgasm was so strong. Her back arched and her legs kicked out straight as she started cumming into Dirk's mouth, wave after wave. Her spine was electric as she felt the orgasm hit her. Just as it started to slow down - "Megan - Orgasm again!" Wally commanded.

Megan looked at him quizzically, as she was just coming down and she could feel a slight quiver in her thighs. Dirk continued to lap at her pussy, but Megan pushed Kelly away, too exhausted to continue. And then it happened.

She felt a building in her insides, a welling up, and then more shocks through her pussy - suddenly, she was cumming again, as if she hadn't just had the most violent orgasm of her life. No, no, this can't be happening. Not in front of all these people, she thought.

She grabbed Dirk's head, forcing it down into her pussy as she tightened her legs around his neck. She hoped she wouldn't strangle the cute man as she felt the pressure building into a release. "How are you .. doing.. this.. to me...?" She almost pleaded with Wally to make it stop, and then it crushed down upon her again. She felt a second tidal wave of pleasure crash against her body, and again, wave after wave of pleasure ran down her back and stomach and into her pussy.

"You're an amazing subject, Megan. I've only had a few women that could actually orgasm on command, once they've been stimulated enough." Wally said. He looked around the room and seemed to ask for encouragement. "Now, how many of you think we should see if she'll be the first subject to simply cum on command, whenever a select few people give her the command? Oh, and we'll say that they can hand that ability over to whomever they like - and take it away again, as long as it's always transferred in front of her?" Wally heard a raucous applause from all over the room.

"Now, who wants to see Megan cum all over the place again, hmmm?" Wally asked the audience.

As he heard the cheers and applause, he continued. "Okay, you folks up on stage, go ahead and get dressed and return to your chairs." While Wally spoke, Megan admitted to herself that the orgasms were fantastic, but she just didn't think she could survive another one. And losing control of herself so completely in front of so many people was simply too much to ask. "Dirk - Spank Yourself! Kelly - Nice ASS!" Wally spoke in that stage command voice.

Instead of them spanking themselves or masturbating, a few people in the crowd laughed, but Dirk and Kelly seemed to fall asleep.

"Okay, Dirk, you now don't have to eat Megan's pussy every time you see her in a g-string in front of you. Kelly, you now are no longer one of our special waitresses. Both of you stand up straight."

Wally seemed to consider that of everyone at the table, Dirk had been the only one to not get undressed. "Kelly, go back to the back and change back in to your clothes, then come back here." Just then, Ginger arrived with the drinks. She started setting them on the table.

"Dirk, we're going to play some music, and you're gonna go do a solo strip dance on stage. Both of you, AWAKE!" Kelly and Dirk both shook their heads a moment, and Kelly calmly, topless, started walking to the back. Her dress was still flipped up, baring her ass for the crowd as she walked by. Wally himself spanked her lightly on the ass and she graced him with a smile in return. As she continued up the aisle through the tables to the back of the club, she couldn't pass a single man or some of the women who didn't give her an affection pat on the ass or a pleasant fondle of her breasts.

In the meantime, the 70's strip music started and Dirk hastened on stage, with a slightly bewildered look on his face as he slowly started denuding himself of clothes. Megan considered him a pretty good dancer, and considering he used to be in a rock band, it wasn't much of a surprise. However, the fact that he wore Speedos type underwear was something of a surprise, though a pleasant one. He seemed to have a nice bulge, and Megan licked her lips in anticipation. Of what, she wasn't sure. He dropped his bikinis and started shaking his cock around, holding it stroking it like a Chippendale. The women in the crowd started giving catcalls. Megan felt herself getting aroused again.

"Megan - ORGASM!" Wally's words stunned Megan out of her reverie. The spotlight, having turned to Dirk as he danced, suddenly shone on her, once again.

Once again, she started feeling the pleasure-pressure build once again. Her pussy started tingling, and she could almost imagine her favorite vibrator going to work there. She felt her right hand, so recently in Ginger's ass, slowly apply pressure to her own. And she felt the orgasm build. She felt the heat rush to her face, hands and pussy. She could feel her own on hand her ass, and felt the tingly pleasure that always came when someone touched her sensitive ass. She felt her back arch, but couldn't help it. She knew it displayed her breasts like a slave would to a master, but she couldn't resist it as the orgasm started cascading inside of her - and before she could fully prepare herself, it came, not twenty seconds after being ordered to. And she felt that crash again, the juices raining down on her pussy, in wave after wave, as she quivered there in front of hundred people. She could vaguely hear the claps of appreciation from the crowd. She could also feel Rachel's hand on her stomach.

When she finally came out of her daze, she realized that she'd orgasmed at the command of a total stranger. She flushed with embarrassment.

Apparently while she'd been orgasming Wally had ordered Ginger back to the back to change, since the drinks were on the table, but she was nowhere to be found. Rachel was leaning over, kissing her new boyfriend like long-lost lovers. Dirk was on stage, putting his clothes back on, and Kelly was passing through the crowd, still being fondled by the more daring members of the audience - she was clothed, and at first they weren't sure if Kelly would allow it. Apparently she did, since by the time she sat down, she could barely get the hands of the teenager from the next table off of her.

"Megan, you may dress now." Wally said. After all that'd happened, she hadn't consciously realized she was still completely exposed - only wearing her garters, fishnets and high heels, until Wally'd told her to dress.

She quickly bent down and grabbed her bra and panties. She could feel the laser heat of the many eyes watching her as she scrambled to clothe herself. Finally, she was buttoning up the last few buttons of her shirt and Ginger came back to sit next to Kelly.

"Well, then. We're all back to normal, what hey?" Wally grinned, knowing that there were several outstanding post-hypnotic commands lying dormant in the group.

"Why don't you all come on stage and give a final bow. You really were the heart of the show." Rachel, Dirk and Rachel's new boyfriend all put down their drinks and with the rest of the group, filed from behind the table and onto the stage. From somewhere, Academy Award music started playing and following Dirk's lead, everyone took a bow.

"Now, to fix you all up, so you aren't wandering around with post-hypnotics!" Wally turned around.

"Dirk - Spank Yourself! Kelly - Nice ASS!" And their eyes dropped.

"Ginger - Spice Girl!" And Ginger stepped backward into the chair, her head dropped to one side, and she was asleep.

"Rachel - Blondie!" Rachel wavered on her feet for a moment, but then stood there, head lolling to one side, and her eyes slammed shut.

"Heath - Do Megan!" Heath breathed deeply, and then his eyes shut closed. Megan wondered about the whole "Do Megan" bit.

"Megan - Fuzzy Bunny!" As her eyes closed, she heard scattered applause, the crowd impressed once again.

"And Awake!" Wally said.

Megan looked around and everyone else at the table was looking at her. "What are you all looking at?" she asked. Dirk and Kelly looked at her expectantly. Ginger and Rachel were giggling and Heath sat there, holding her hand.

"Heath, what's going on?" she whispered to him. Wally stood just away from the table, his back to the stage, and the room was quiet with a pregnant silence.

Megan couldn't understand what all the fuss was about. She agreed she couldn't be hypnotized that easily, but she was. She remembered going up on stage, and doing the usual bit - one arm raised and she couldn't lower it, laying out flat as a board and having someone sit on her, and barking like a dog, and even picking up a bone with her teeth. Sure it was funny, but what was the big deal? Heath was much worse. They'd had him strip like a dancer, and he'd shown off his pink g-string! He was never going to live that one down. He'd probably want to spank her for that humiliation. She'd resist it of course, but deep down, she'd know she enjoyed it and deserved it!

Why was Heath staring at her, and holding her hand so tightly? Almost like he didn't want her to stand up.

"Well, that's our show for tonight, I hope everyone enjoyed themselves." Wally said. People from all over the room started to stand, readying their coats and purses. "And be sure to stay cool, it's pretty HOT out there..."

Megan leaped out of her chair. It'd suddenly gotten extremely hot, and she started breaking out into a sweat.

"Oh, haha, very funny, Wally." She said.

Wally turned, and people in the audience were clapping and applauding again, the act continuing for a small encore.

"I don't know. It's pretty HOT, Megan." Megan tore off her shirt, sweat pouring down the front of her face.

"It is hot, Wally. Goodness." Megan said, as she drew a hand across her brow. She knew he was doing something to her, but she couldn't believe how hot the room had gotten. Oddly, she could feel her nipples poking into her thin bra, and she felt embarrassed that everyone there could see the bumps that showed she had nipple hard ons.

"Yeah, but I'm sure you can handle the heat. It's not too HOT, is it?" Wally said. Megan could feel Heath tugging on her hand to sit down, but she just couldn't. If she sweated much more, she'd be a total mess. She ripped off her skirt. And it hit her. Every time Wally said "hot" she was getting hotter and taking off clothes. Before he could say it again, she started running for the door of the club, leaving her clothes and everything else behind. She felt like a streaker and every eye was on her. She could feel her d-cups bob around, but she had no choice, if she was to keep this lunatic from making her strip in public! She couldn't move very fast in high heels, but most people let her pass easily as they started clapping for Wally. "You go girl!" Kelly screamed.

"Yep. Definitely, you look HOT, Megan." The crowd could hear her groan from the doorway, as they saw her reaching for her bra-strap. She made it out the door, and kept her bra in her hand, as she heard Wally end the show.

"Thanks for coming everyone! Have a great night!"

Megan made a beeline for the SUV. She sat there, huddled next to it for a few seconds until Heath was able to catch up with her, and get her inside, before too many other people saw her standing outside in a g-string and garters.

"That was the most embarrassing thing in my life!" Megan said.

Heath just chuckled as he handed her clothes back. By the time she'd gotten them back on, the rest of their friends had filed into the vehicle.

"The least you all could have done was say something!" Megan poked Rachel.

"What were we to do? Frankly, I didn't think you were going to do it! But you have to admit, watching you run out of there like that! Heh heh." Rachel continued laughing, and tossed her head back. Megan saw her make eye contact with Heath.

"It made me hard!" Heath said. He grabbed Megan's hand and drew it to his crotch. She smiled.

"Well, it was worth something at least. I actually thought the show would be a bit more rowdier, or raunchier or something." Megan said.

Kelly and Dirk climbed in, and Dirk patted Kelly on the ass as he waited for her to sit down.

"Oh, you don't think running through the place half naked was raunchy?" Kelly laughed.

"Well, yeah, but I'd heard Wally would have had all kinds of sex and weird crap going on." Megan said.

"Oh, you probably don't remember it all." Dirk said. "But I have the tape!" He grinned and pulled out a VHS from his coat.

"We can watch it tomorrow night, at my house. From what Wally said though, there will be surprises for everyone." He grinned evilly.

Megan was confused. "What do you mean surprises? And I don't remember what? Did I do something up there?" She felt like she'd missed something that evening, but she couldn't think of a thing she did that she should be embarrassed about.

Kelly poked Dirk in the shoulder. "Remember? While we were all woken up from the trances, Megan was still hypnotized? She was the only one told not to remember a single thing she did."

Megan scanned Kelly's face for any sense of sarcasm or humor. "You've got to be kidding me, Kelly. You're saying I did things I don't remember?"

"I think we all did, honey. But you probably did more, and remember less than the rest of us. And on top of that, he whispered things into your ear, so who knows what all is left in that little head of yours." Kelly leaned forward and tapped Megan on the forehead. "Do you remember anything about Heath... or me?" she asked.

Megan scanned her memory. "Nope. Not a thing. Heath sat next to me the whole night, right, cept for that doggie bit I did on stage?" Silence met her question. "Right, Heath?" She felt a little temper creep into her voice.

Heath just continued to back the car out and started to drive out of the parking lot. Dirk looked rather sheepishly at Megan, and she couldn't begin to understand why. And Heath kept flicking his eyes back in the mirror at Rachel. What was up with that? Like he was undressing her with his eyes. Oh well, guess she'd figure it out tomorrow when she watched that tape.

Ginger of all people said, "Hey everyone, I just had a thought! Ya'll wanna get tattoos on our asses tomorrow before we watch the tape?"

Megan thought about it as she heard everyone else agree. Sure, why not? She'd wanted one on her ass for a long time.

Kelly from the back of the SUV. "Megan, since you don't seem to remember anything from tonight, what happens when I say, 'Fuzzy Bunnies'?"

Megan heard an impatient silence as she looked out the window of the SUV. They were pulling up in the driveway.

"Uh, honey? You might want to put your clothes back on now. I mean, we're almost home." Megan looked down in shock. Her shirt and skirt were folded neatly in her lap. She looked back behind her seat and Kelly had the most innocent look on her face in the far back. Dirk winked at her, and Rachel and Ginger seemed to be trying their hardest not to burst out laughing.

Hadn't she put these on already? For some reason, she felt no embarrassment at being seen like this in front of her friends. She had no desire to put her clothes on, and almost an insane one to take more of her clothes off! She opened the door, left the clothes on the seat, and strutted up the walkway to her house. She could feel the heat of their stares on her backside, and she reveled in it, as she extended her stride, making her long legs emphasize the sway of her ass. She reached behind her back, undid the strap of her bra, and flung it in the air. She felt the cool breeze on her hardening nipples.

Megan could see Heath's brows furrow in near anger as he was speaking to Kelly, though Megan couldn't figure out the words.

From out of nowhere, Megan decided on a fantastic idea. As she said the words, she realized she must have had far too many long island iced teas this night. "Let's play 'Spank the Bimbo!' Whoever catches me, gets to put me over their knee and spank my ass!" Megan heard laughter from the SUV and Heath's voice saying how it wasn't funny. But before Heath could stop anyone, Rachel, Kelly and Dirk piled out of the SUV and were off to the races, chasing Megan, in only her stockings and g-string, around the yard like a chicken.

Dirk was the first to catch her. Megan squealed in delight as he smacked her ass time after time.