So, I know you've already read "Megan Gets Hypnotized". If not, you should and come back to this story, so I don't have to repeat myself! If you can't tell from this little story's title, I'm Ginger.

I think Chase described me before as - "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."

Taut midriff, huh? Well, Chase is a flatterer with the beautiful bit, but I am proud of my tummy. I've even noticed Heath's eyes on my ass. As much as he and Megan have a great marriage, she doesn't seem to mind that his eyes roam a lot. And I'll be honest. I didn't realize Megan was flirting with me. I'm happily married after all, and so is Megan (to Heath) for that matter! I'm just not into that kinda thing. At least, I wasn't before. I'm still working out in my head the concept of kissing another girl...

Now, Chase asked me to write this story so that his gentle readers could get an idea of what happened when Megan wasn't looking. Or awake, or whatever the hell she was doing. Personally, I still find some of this stuff too outlandish to imagine. I'm just a country girl, after all. I don't think I want to tell my husband about all this stuff.

So, we all piled in Meg's SUV and made it to the comedy club. We ordered drinks and Megan and Kelly started drinking like sieves. They dropped two of the Long Island Teas before the first comedian was halfway through his act. I'm pretty sure I saw Megan's hand on one of Dirk's legs and Kelly's on the other. I had a hard time keeping up, and by our third round, I was almost cross-eyed. Kelly and Megan were getting damn frisky before that hypno-dude ever got on stage. I stayed pretty quiet, laughing at the comedian and glancing at Heath now and then. Finally, Wally came out on stage.

"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." You'll remember from Chase's story that the guy was over six feet tall with black hair with the most amazing green eyes. I found him rather attractive, if you could ignore his name.

"Now, I'll tell you straight up - if you're bashful, shy, timid - you won't be at the end of the evening!" Wally said. And he looked over at our table. I swore he was looking straight at me. I felt myself straighten in my seat. Not that I believe he can actually hypnotize people! Yeah, I know. Megan did a bunch of crazy stuff - but I think she just likes the excuse to get out of her shell, and she got extremely drunk that night!

"Now, don't worry. No one here will be doing anything they don't want to do." No shit Sherlock, I thought. Hypnotism doesn't work.

"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?" People started clapping at this. Obviously, there were plenty of horny people in this joint.

When Wally called for volunteers, Rachel was one of the first. When she stood up, she kind of wobbled on her feet at first. Looking at her pants, I don't know how she'd fit in her jeans. She didn't leave anything to the imagination, and I don't blame the guys for catcalling her. She looked like a slut! I mean, I don't have anything against the girl, I don't even know her. But I can see why she goes through guys a dime a dozen.

A bunch of other people went up on stage, and I won't go over all that nonsense again. They didn't really interest me anyway. I just wanted to see how stupid people would get! I even giggled to myself then, I think the liquor was hitting me. Kelly looked at me and winked.

"Okay, listen close. How many of you believe I can actually hypnotize you?" Wally asked. All the people on stage looked at him like a bunch lost puppies. Weak! Of course he could hypnotize them. I couldn't wait to see them start acting the fools! And Rachel was gonna learn something about herself as well.

Hardly anyone raised his or her hands. "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?" Oh, this was going to be good!

I was staring at the tall Swedish looking guy and stopped paying attention to Wally. I noticed some goofy looking spinning crap in the back of the stage, but ignored it. Maybe that's why I wasn't "hypMOtized!" Stupid crap. Wally was saying something about a string, and next thing I know, half the place is acting like they were sleeping, including Dirk, Kelly, Megan and Heath! Needless to say, Rachel, the blonde bimbo on stage was out like a light.

"Well, well, well. Let's go look over here." Wally had looked around the entire room and noticed that our table, right near the front was nearly all 'out.' Except me. Several other people around the room had also fallen for his gimmick, apparently.

Wally walked up to our table and noticed the card on the front that read "Table Six." "So, what's your name, little lady?" He drew out his words in a country drawl. What was it about me that made people think I was country???

"I'm Ginger." I said. So I had a slight accent. Who doesn't, huh?

"Well, that's a pretty name. And who are these fine people with you?" he asked.

"That's Megan and her husband, Heath. And this is Dirk and his wife, Kelly."

"And you had another young lady with you...." He asked.

"Yes, Rachel.. the blonde bim-girl up there on stage." I scrunched my lips. I Don't usually like to pick on someone I hardly know, especially when they weren't in a position to defend themselves. I'm not usually spiteful...really, I'm not! It was the liquor talking.

"Bim-girl, hmmm?" Wally grinned. "Well, sounds like there's a little cat-thing going on there, don't you?" He raised an eyebrow. I heard chuckles from around the room.

I hadn't realized I'd been holding the drink in my hands, so I slowly set it back down on the table. I blinked a few times, trying to clear my vision. "Well, I don't know what you mean... I mean, she's a nice girl and all."

Wally turned towards the stage, and then, with a slowly commanding voice said, "Rachel. Stand."

Rachel, who'd been slumping in her chair, leapt up, and stood at attention, eyes closed, hands at her sides.

"Rachel, when I count to three, I want you to open your eyes, and you've just realized that you're a cat, and Ginger over here is your owner, do you understand?"

"Yes, Wally." Rachel sounded sleepy, but relaxed.

"And if she doesn't pet you, you're to start taking off your clothes, and then rubbing up against her leg, since she's not giving you the attention you deserve, got it?"

"Oh, yes, Wally!" Rachel sounded excited. Excited! What the hell was that about? Megan always told me that Rachel couldn't stand gays and the thought of a lesbian thing sickened her. Maybe she just looked for good excuses to take her clothes off.

"Now, remember, you're a cat who can't speak, but can only meow! One.. two.... Three!"

And just like that, Rachel dropped to all fours, and started crawling to me. The audience erupted in laughter, as she swayed her ass to and fro, acting like she had a tail. What the hell? She must have been drunk off her ass! When she got to the table, she came over to my hand and started licking it. Sensuously. I yanked my hand away! What the hell, indeed! But then she leaned onto her knees, and before I could try to put my hand on her head, she'd whipped her shirt right off, and it flew towards the stage!

As quick as I could, I started patting her head. She kneeled down at my legs, and wrapped an arm around them, and started purring, of all things. I have to admit, in a weird kind of way, it was relaxing, sitting there and stroking her hair. It really felt like a cat, in a way. But, I'm sure that was the drink talking again.

Wally moved over in front of the others at my table. "Now, Megan, Heath, Dirk and Kelly, sit up and open your eyes at the count of three. You're going to be relaxed and hypnotized, and you won't remember anything we talk about, okay? It's more fun when you don't remember, isn't it?"

As he spoke, they all shifted in their seats, sitting up, and looking more natural with their eyes opened. When he mentioned it being more fun, Kelly smiled and the others nodded their heads in agreement.

"Okay, now first of all, I think we all would like to hear some sexual fantasies! Isn't that right everyone?" And Wally turned around and looked to the people in the audience and received an enthusiastic round of applause.

"That's what I thought. Let's start with you, Dirk. You seem to have two women's hands in your lap, what's going on with you?"

Dirk looked down at his lap, saw Megan's and Kelly's hands, stared blankly for a moment, and then looked back up at Wally. "I'm not sure, Wally. I mean, I've flirted with Megan before, but she's never actually done anything. And I don't think Kelly would like this..."

"Well, let's ask her!" Wally said. "Kelly, would you want Dirk to have sex with Megan?"

Kelly frowned. "I don't think you should be asking me a question like that, Wally!"

"Oh, don't worry Kelly, I won't tell anyone. Remember, we're best friends and you tell me everything."

Kelly's eyebrows raised and she smiled broadly. "Oh! Okay, in that case.. well, I've never really thought about Dirk actually fucking someone else before..."

Several people in the audience gasped at Kelly's expletive, but even more of them laughed.

Wally grinned, and then dove in. "Well, I have a question, if someone DID ...have sex with Dirk, what would you want to do them? What if you could have complete control of them?"

Kelly's eyes lit up. "Ohhhh. I'd LOVE that. I'd want to spank them..over and over again! And then I'd want them to come be my servant at my house for a while.. to do anything I tell them to!"

Wally's face showed some surprise. "Well, I see you've thought about this before, hmmm?"

"Oh yes. I've thought of lots lots of things!" Kelly said.

"Oh? Perhaps you've thought about something with Megan or Heath?" Wally asked.

"Well, duh! Of course I have. They've had their times of getting drunk and talking about a threesome with me, but they've never done anything about it." Kelly seemed to hold a smirk - as if she were hiding something.

"And what would you do if they did do something?" Wally asked. Despite himself, he seemed to be almost ignoring the rest of the crowd, becoming seemingly entertained by the short, cute girl in front of him.

"Well, I'd do it, of course! Megan's a cutie, and Heath isn't so bad either. I'd allow him to kiss my ass, and lick it." Kelly's smiled like a cat eyeing a mouse.

"Oh, and is that all?"

"Well, I think we'd tie Heath up, blindfold him, and make him guess who was doing what to him. Maybe I'd kiss him, and if he guessed wrong, he'd earn a spanking. Then I'd put my ass in front of his face and make him worship it." Kelly looked enraptured, as if she could picture Heath's lips grazing her ass for hours on end.

"Well, Kelly, you're quite proud of your ass, aren't you!" Wally said.

"Well of course, Wally! Haven't you seen it? The last three guys I've fucked all rimmed me out." She smiled a little demure smile, like a modern day Scarlett O'hara. "I wouldn't let them fuck me, till they did. Not that they seemed to mind."

"Well, alright then, Kelly! Why don't you get up there on stage and drop your pants then! Let's see that ass of yours!" Wally put on his best game-show host voice, and Kelly nearly sprinted to the stage.

And I'll be damn, if Kelly didn't drop her pants right there on stage. She hooked her thumb onto the band of her Brazilian-cut panties and dropped them as well. I don't what the hell she was thinking, but she was baring her ass for the world to see.

"Now, Kelly, don't move, okay? I have to look at your ass for a while longer, if that's okay."

"Oh sure! Not a problem!" Kelly said. She sounded for all the world like she was lending a neighbor a cup of sugar, not baring her ass for an audience full of people. And I'm sure from that angle, they all got a damn good look at her pussy as well.

"Oh, and before I'm done with you, Kelly, one last quick question..." Wally called over his shoulder, after he'd turned to face us at table six.

"Shoot!" Kelly said.

"This is a standard question - if you could give a hypnotic suggestion to the rest of the people in your group tonight, what would it be?"

I have to admit, I was a bit curious, since I didn't really know this girl. You can learn a lot about someone when you can get inside their head and find out what their desires are.

"Well, let's see. I'd make Heath obsess about my ass, every time he sees me. He'd have a hard time taking his eyes off of it, and he'd get a raging hard on, every time he sees it! Oh, and he wouldn't mind if I reached down and grabbed it!" Kelly giggled, with a hint of mischievousness. "I'd make Megan start fantasizing about me. She'd want to do me! Oh, and she would bark anytime anyone wanted her to. Hell, if she just heard the word "bark" she'd feel compelled to do it!" Kelly laughed.

"Oh, oh! And I'd be able to hypnotize her whenever I want and give her all kinds of post-hypnotic suggestions! Oh, I like this! Can I do some more?" Kelly asked.

"Why don't you go on to the rest of the group..." Wally said.

"Oh, okay. For Rachel, I'd make her want to totally DO Heath. That would drive Megan crazy and make her come running to me." She paused a moment, and frowned, apparently the wench forgot she was standing there with her bare ass smiling at everyone. "Oh, and I'd make sure when she wore clothing that would allow you to see the bra or panties underneath, she'd wear a nice dark color, just to be sure everyone saw!" She giggled again. Damn, this wench was a power-mad Dom. A creative one, apparently, but ...where the hell did I pick up the word Dom? I don't even think that's in my vocabulary. Hmmm. Food for thought...oh, but I digress - Kelly on stage.

"And for Dirk?" Wally asked.

"Oh, I don't know. I'd make him get a hard-on on command, and for who I want him to get it for! I point at a girl and say, 'Get hard for that girl' and he does! But he can't fuck em. He just gets all horny and randy, yeah!"

Spiteful, this girl is.

"And for Ginger?" Wally asked. You can bet my ears perked up at this one.

"Hmmm. She's kind of snooty." And I'll be damned if she didn't look right at me, like I wasn't even there. "Oh, hell, I know something that would bring her down a peg or two. Anytime a guy says, 'Nice hair' she's going to feel compelled to give that guy a blowjob! And the entire time, she'd know she didn't want to do it, but she'd blow him like her life depended on it!"

That bitch! What the hell did I ever do to her?

"Oh, and I'd also tell her that Megan's been wanting to do her and Rachel for years now. Just doesn't quite no how to get up the gumption."

My jaw dropped. Flirting, okay, whatever, but Megan wanting to screw me? And Rachel? Was that at the same time, or what? I felt my face grow hot. I was so surprised that I stopped petting Rachel, who stood up and kicked off her shoes. I looked at her confusedly, till I realized why she was kicking them off, but by then, it was too late, she was already squeaking out of her jeans.

I jumped up and started patting her head, and she slowly slithered down to the ground, sitting her ass, right on my foot and legs. I didn't move them, she had the most softest ass...

Wally noticed Rachel stand up and the crowd cheered her on, though she was completely oblivious to the strip-club-like-crowd they'd turned into. I just shook my head.

"Wow, this is great stuff!" Wally pulled out a permanent marker from his coat pocket and walked up behind Kelly. I couldn't see him write, but when he was done, the words, "Great ASS!" were scrawled on her ass.

Members of the audience were laughing, and I saw flashes going off. "Now Kelly, anytime anyone says 'Nice Ass!' to you, you're going to be SO very proud of it, that you're going to show it to them, bare assed naked, okay?"

"Oh, absolutely, Wally!" Kelly said.

"Good. And by the way, that goes for everyone, except for me. When I say it to you, you're going to drop back into a hypnotic trance, okay?"

"Sure thing, Wally!"

"Oh, almost forgot. Do you get jealous when you see other women fondling or screwing your husband?"

"Well, yeah! Duh, of course! They better not touch him!" Kelly narrowed her eyes. I just rolled mine. What a hypocrite. She even said she'd had the last three guys rim her out. Oh, like that was before her marriage, I take it? Wench.

"Well, you won't anymore, Kelly. From now on, every time you get jealous, it's going to make you incredibly horny! The hornier the better, okay?"

"Got it, Wally!" She said.

"Now, Dirk. Dirk, Dirk, Dirk, Dirk, Dirk. What a wife you have there, huh?"

Dirk just rolled his eyes. "Ah, yeah. She's quite the handful."

"I bet she is, Dirk. Do you get to have any fun on the side?" Wally asked.

"If by fun you mean, get to stay at home and watch the kids while she goes out and parties, then, abso-fucking-lutely!"

"She does that to you? And you put up with that?" Wally said.

"Well, what choice do I have?" Dirk said. "I don't like partying like she does, and she gets in at all hours.. but what the hell. That's why I flirted so bad with Megan when I brought my kids over there a few times." Dirk seemed to smile to himself. He somehow knew that Megan's hand was on his leg and he caressed it unconsciously. How quaint!

"MMhmmm." Wally said. "What a tangled web we weave, hmmm?" He tapped his chin with his forefinger. "So, what did you like about Megan?"

"What's not to like? She's got those great tits, great eyes and red hair. I bet her pussy tastes great as well."

Wally's eyes rose up in shock, not quite expecting that. He recovered quickly. "Less filling, too, I'm sure." The crowed tittered behind him. I didn't think the joke was all that funny.

"So, you've had a thing for Megan. And so does Kelly. Damn, this is interesting. And with her hand in your lap, she obviously has a thing for you, though is married, like you are." Wally's eyes flicked in my direction, and then down to Rachel.

"Rachel, stand up. You are no longer a cat, and you will no longer take any more clothes off." Wally eyed her up and down, obviously appreciating her beauty. I had to admit, she looked pretty good. She's matched her g-string to her pushup-bra - both hot pink. Her titties jutted out from her chest. I'm not sure if that had anything to do with Rachel and Heath hooking up later, since they both had on hot-pink g-strings, but I guess we'll never know!

"Now, Rachel, come over here and stand in front of Dirk. Model for him." She walked over there, and started turning in place, and draping her arms over his shoulders. She bent over at the waist, and showed off her titties. I could hear the whistles from across the room, as well as nervous giggles from women in the audience who probably thought something similar might happen to them sometime that evening.

"Now, Dirk, is this something you'd like a taste of?" I guess Wally at least figured she wasn't married, so having her mess with Dirk wouldn't mess up TWO marriages.

"Well, yeah!" Dirk said. He was drinking her up like a man walking in from the desert.

"Good. You just got yerself yer own playboy bunny!" And from somewhere in his coat, Wally pulled out a pair of bunny ears. He slid them on Rachel's head.

"Now Rachel, you're going to be a good playboy bunny, aren't you?" He asked.

"Yes, Mr. Wally!" She said. Why she said 'Mr. Wally' I have no idea. I told you she was a bim-dammit, where is that coming from!

"Good! Now, poor Dirk here needs some tender lovin' care. His wife isn't being very nice to him. So, you're going to kiss him ALL over but just not on his lips. Your hands can roam all over the place, and you just go there and sit on his lap, okay? Good."

Rachel slid onto his lap, having completely forgotten that she'd been my little kitty. Wench. Easy come, easy go, I guess!

"Now, Heath. I have the feeling, things are going to get interesting. What's up with you and Megan?" Wally asked.

"What's up with us? I don't know, really. We have a great sex life, and we're doing well at work, and -"

"No, no, not that." Wally interrupted. "I mean, I'm sure with Megan having the hots for Dirk here, you must know that, right? And what's with Kelly being obsessed with you being obsessed with her ass?"

"Well, we've gotten drunk with her a few times, and somehow, the subject of her ass comes up. You know how it is..." Heath chuckled, as if having a comfortable "guy talk" over a few beers.

"Well, what do you think of her ass? What do you want out of Kelly?" Wally asked, waving the microphone towards her.

"Oh, I don't know. I wouldn't toss her out of bed or anything."

Wally raised an eyebrow. "What about Rachel? Would you 'do' her as well?"

"Oh, hell yes. In a heartbeat. She's freaking hot, dude." I heard the crowd laugh heartily at that. I gritted my teeth.

"And Ginger?" Wally looked pointedly at me, arching an eyebrow.

"What about her?" Heath said.

"Would you do her, ya slug!" Wally laughed.

"Oh, sure! She's cute, just not as hot as Rachel."

I seethed. I mean, yes, I am married and all, but Heath was definitely cuter than Dirk and here this bimbo was getting the attention of both men at the table! Just because her hair cascaded down her back, all golden, straight and long. Yeah, she looked good in a g-string, but at least I had the wherewithal not to get cornsquaggled by this guy!

"Mmmhmmm. I see. Interestinger and interestinger. This is shaping up nicely." Wally moved over in front of Rachel and Dirk again.

He cleared his throat. Rachel didn't notice. He cleared it louder, she only proceeded to run her tongue along Dirk's ear, making his squirm in his seat as he held her legs and ass. I think I felt steam coming from my ears.

"Rachel, excuse me a moment, could you stop what you're doing there.. yes. Thanks. Okay then, a few questions - "

Rachel looked up at him, all innocence and buttercups. "Yes, Mr. Wally?"

Wally tried to cover his chuckles.

"Rachel, do you like girls?" He hid his smile behind his hand.

"Absolutely not!" Rachel frowned, eyebrows pointing downward. Dirk slapped her ass playfully, and Heath looked on admiringly. I couldn't figure out if they were hypnotized or not. They seemed to be half-in, half-out. I really didn't think Kelly would stand up there like she was on her own, but who knows with some people! Sure seemed like a hussified bitch to me.

"I didn't think so. But you like boys a whole lot, don't you?" Wally started talking to her like a little girl, and even without telling her to, the little bimbette started sounding more and more girly like.

"Yeth, I do, Mr. Wally. I like 'em a whole loths."

"Do you like Dirk or Heath more? Who would you like to be your vewy own boy friend?"

And I'll be damned if her eyebrows shot up, and her whole face lit with excitement like she was getting a birthday wish, all to herself!

"OH, I'd just love to have Heath as a boyfriend!" Rachel said. "I'd do vewy, vewy naughty things to him!" She scrunched her fists up under her chin and got this stupid little evil look on her face. It was pathetic! Of course, the crowd loved it and were laughing at her, not that I blame 'em.

"I bet you would, Rachel. That's a good girl." And there goes Wally, stroking her hair like a little girl.

What next, a bottle?

"You can go back to what you were doing, Rachel." He turned to face Megan. "And now for my last member of this nutty-sex table. Megan, right?"

Megan sat up, as if pushed, having been dazed and confused for the rest of the questioning. "Hmm, yes, Wally, that's me." She ran a tongue across her lips. I admit, I always did like the look of her smile, and those lips.

"I've been hearing delightful things, my dear. Just so you know, it's just you and me, so you can tell me anything your pretty little head wants to tell me, okay? Don't hold anything back. Did you know that Rachel wants your husband as a boyfriend? Is that okay with you?"

Megan seemed to think about it for a minute. "Well, Wally, I have to admit, I would love to watch them screw. I've had something of a fantasy about it."

Wally looked at me. "That should surprise Kelly. She seems to think it'd drive you nuts. Well, what about Ginger, any fantasies involving her? Oh Dirk or even Kelly?"

"Mmmm. Yes, I've had one where Kelly bends me over and spanks me because I've been a bad, bad girl." Megan bared her teeth like she'd successfully stolen a cookie from the cookie jar.

I'll be danged. Megan's got something of a perverted streak in her, don't she!

"And with Dirk, I've always wished he could make me do whatever he wanted, with like a code word - like if he said my name and followed it with a command, I'd have to obey it, without any choice in the matter! And he'd make me strip and give him a blowjob!" Megan giggled. I was beginning to think her fantasies stretched a long distance away from where her reality was.

"What about with Ginger, Megan? Anything special with her? But, before you answer, let me say this." Wally turned towards the audience. "You see, sometimes, as is the case with Kelly and Megan here, the subject becomes much more creative than the hypnotist." Scattered chuckles followed the statement.

"Well, Wally, I know she still wears bikini panties, and that just won't do. She needs to wear thongs, like every sexy woman does. If anything at all!" The crowd laughed at that, the wench. I could feel my cheeks burning.

"And I'd just love to set her up as a mannequin, to position her, however I'd like, maybe dress her up, like a Barbie doll!" What in the earth? A Barbie doll, is that what she thought of me? I didn't know if I should feel flattered or insulted.

"Well, I hope you all know, I do so love irony. So, one of my 'things' is that I oftentimes reverse the rolls and make the person who recommended certain...results from the hypnosis ends up having them done on themselves." Wally said. He then turned to the audience again, and continued, "What do you think folks? Good idea?" Yes's erupted from around the room.

"Good then. So, Megan, I take it you don't wear bikini panties?" Wally asked, turning back around to Megan.

"Oh, absolutely not! I wouldn't dare."

"Care to show us?"

"Sure, Wally. See?" And Megan stood, as bold as can be, and yanked up her skirt.

"Well, I can't quite get the whole picture. Can you take it all the way off, and take your shirt off too?"

Megan stood and very quickly, took off the shirt and unzipping her skirt, it dropped to the floor. And then, she stepped forward, circled around Wally, like she was a model on a runway, and then went back and sat down. She looked great in the pink g-string/bra combo, and the garters and stockings with the heels did amazing things with her legs. She looked great - and tossing in the saucy part only made her more scrumptious. What the hell? Where's that coming from?

I can say this, I didn't think those thoughts that night, but - well, a lot's happened since then, so I have to admit my frame of reference has changed a bit since that night. But I digress...

"Well everyone, THAT was entertaining. But, it's time to program our guests for the evening."

"First things first. Kelly, come down from the stage. Pull up your pants, and come back and sit in your seat." While Kelly was doing that, he started in on the rest of the pervs.

"Dirk - your hypnotic word is 'Spank yourself'" amidst the guffaws, Wally continued. "When you hear those words from my mouth, you're going to drop back down into a deep hypnotic trance."

"Kelly - as you recalled your trigger words are 'Nice Ass' - when you hear them from me, you'll drop back into a deep hypnotic trance.

I rolled my eyes at all of this. I still was somewhat skeptical, but I had to admit, the results were so far, pretty convincing on this hypnotism mumbo-jumbo. He continued on with Megan, Heath and Rachel, confirming all their hypnotic triggers.

To sum up and get to the interesting parts - Heath was told to forget about his wife. He didn't even know who she was. In fact, in his mind, he'd come here with Rachel, and that was his new girlfriend. He'd do whatever he was told by her. Rachel was ordered to be both frisky and commanding with Heath. And she was the dominating one in their relationship. Heath was told to go up on stage and sit in one of the chairs there with the rest of the volunteers.

Dirk was told that any time he said Megan's name, she'd obey what he or Kelly told her to do.

"Megan. Just so you know, anytime I tell you to orgasm, you'll orgasm. I can also tell you have a few lesbian tendencies, as many women do..." Titters from women in the audience, signs of agreement and appreciation from the men. "Now, I want you to start thinking about women all the time, particularly about the ones at the table with you tonight. You're going to start putting into action some of these thoughts of yours, and better yet, even some of those you don't even have. You're going to push yourself into being a closet lesbian. And, just for fun, you're going to be incredibly embarrassed anytime someone sees you naked. You're going to be mortified . You'll hardly be able to stand it. But deep down, it's going to make you horny. Oh, and there was a special request...you won't refer to your breasts as anything but 'titties,' and that goes for you as well Rachel and Kelly. Finally, when Dirk or Kelly say your name, you'll obey whatever command follows your name."

He paused for a moment. Man, this guy was brutal! He took a breath and continued. "Now, Megan stand up, and go stand on that pedestal on the left side of the stage. Yes, my assistant Shirley will help you."

Megan stood up and sauntered up to the stage. Wally turned and stared at her as she passed, and shook his head, an unconscious smile playing along his lips. When Megan reached the stage, a scantily-clad, blond assistant took Megan's hand and helped her up on to the pedestal. It spun around slowly, and she had to be careful not to lose her balance. I could tell from all the hoots from the men in the crowd that she looked hot.

"Now, Megan, you're a mannequin. You can't move of your own free will, do you understand?"

"....." Megan said nothing. Mannequins can't talk!

"Excellent. Now, Shirley, strike her a pose, hmmm?" Shirley lifted Megan's arms up, spread her legs just slightly, and she looked for all the world like a regular girl's fashion store's - or, in this case, a lingerie store's mannequin! I couldn't believe it, and I smiled to myself.

"Now, on to the rest of the show. Dirk and Kelly, you may awaken when I count to 3. You will not remember being hypnotized, and you'll fill in your own answers as to why Megan is on stage as a mannequin and Heath is sitting in the chair. Kelly, you'll not feel too annoyed or question why Rachel is sitting on your husband's lap and kissing him! Okay 1....2.....3." And they awoke.

The crowd held a pregnant pause, but finally Wally continued with the rest of the hypnotist show.

Megan was left standing there as a mannequin, in a pink g-string, D-cup and plunging bra, fishnets and garters in high heels - for the better part of an hour! Every once in a while, Wally would walk over to her and pat her lightly on her ass, just to remind everyone she was there, I guess. Not that a woman like that would be ignored on stage.

Wally had one particularly prudish girl - hair in a bun, glasses, very little makeup - think she was a total slut. I was stunned when I saw her, completely naked, giving the balding guy on stage a blowjob. Then, Wally had her go sit down and not realize she was naked. She thought that she still had her clothes on. She stayed like that the rest of the night too! And in fact, when it was time to leave, her friend's had to insist on giving her a coat, and bring her clothes along with them, out of her sight. She refused to believe that she was naked.

Wally then moved on to the huge-breasted brunette on stage. He told her she had a natural stripper's body. He wondered if she ever titty-fucked with "those things" as he put it. She had, apparently. Wally then told her that her best orgasms would only come when she was titty-fucked and then only if she swallowed every drop. Next thing we hear is the skinny black guy volunteer being asked if he'd like to sample her, and he enthusiastically accepted.

After this, Wally questioned the 20-something guy about his past liaisons and unbeknownst to his girlfriend in the audience, he'd cheated on her. I have to say, I couldn't blame the woman when Wally had asked her what she'd like to do for revenge. The girl (Cindy) wanted to be able to control him completely, but Wally had to draw the line. Finally, she settled on him getting the "idea" that he'd become a male stripper, and that he'd get a tattoo on his ass that said "Cindy's Meat." When Cindy mentioned to Wally that she couldn't wait to have him do a home party for her and her girlfriends, he relented and the guy was hypnotized to obey any command that was given to him at that stripper party.

Boy was he going to be in for a shock. I was also beginning to have serious doubts whether everyone done while under hypnosis was voluntary!

The girl begged for one last request - the guy was to have a "thing" for g-strings. He'd wear them all the time, and any time Cindy wanted, she'd only have to say, 'Punishment Time' and he'd turn around and she'd reach in his pants and yank on his g-string, in front of anyone. If he even thought about resisting, he'd find himself dropping his pants right then and there and begging her for a spanking!

Wally agreed to her request - if, she agreed to be hypnotized. She looked around the room, realization coming to her that she may well be naked in a few moments. But, I saw her resolve build; she had to have her revenge! So, she nodded her head.

In mere moments, Cindy was hypnotized. She was gorgeous. I know, I'm not a lesbo, but I had to admit, she was a knockout. She was like a blond Denise Richards.

"Now, Cindy, take off that shirt." Cindy'd been wearing a tube top, without a bra, and her titties sprang free. I didn't think they could have been real, but the audience loved them. She dropped the top to the floor. She was wearing shorts with high-heels.

"Here's the deal Cindy. To earn your revenge on your boyfriend, you're going to obey anything anyone tells you for the next hour. You may return to your seat. When I count to 3, you're going to awaken, but remember your hypnotic suggestion. 1.....2.....3."

Cindy blinked several times. Then she gasped in shock, and her hands flew to her titties. She crunched down to the floor, grabbed her top, and tried to cover both of her large titties for a moment with one hand. One sprang free and once again, the audience enjoyed the spectacle of nudity before them. I now understood why they had these shows in comedy clubs. People expect to laugh, and they get their wish.

Cindy quickly walked to her seat, and started to put her top on. One of the friends at her table told her to stop, and freeze. She was stuck with her arms over her head, with the tube top in her hands. The friend, a guy with dark brown hair and a mustache, stood up, and walked behind Cindy, and cupped her titties. Several girls had apparently come with Cindy and her boyfriend and I could see their mischievous grins. By the time I'd turned away to watch Wally, Cindy was bouncing on one foot, poking her titties out with her elbows pinned by an invisible rope behind her back, and I could see her mouth the word "fuck" every few words.

And then Wally got back to the girl on the pedestal. "Megan, I'm going to awaken you. The last thing you'll remember is whatever happened before you were hypnotized. I'll repeat, when you hear the words, 'Fuzzy Bunnies' you're going to fall back into a deep hypnotic trance. But when I awaken you at the count of three, you'll remember and obey all the hypnotic commands, including the ones not to remember anything or to move a muscle, except for your eyes. 1....2.....3."

And then she awoke. I could tell she couldn't see very much, since her head was cocked at an odd angle, but when she squirreled her eyes around, the audience laughed endlessly. They seemed to enjoy her helplessness, and yes, I admit, I found it entertaining as well. Especially since the wench wants to spank me!

Wally had Bob, the balding volunteer from on stage move her around a bit, and I could see Megan's cheeks start to turn crimson. Obviously, the command for her to feel excruciating embarrassment, as if she wouldn't already, was taking affect. Wally called for a new volunteer. He looked at me, and I was like, "What the hell, ya know?"

So, I went up there. I don't know what came over me, but I kept thinking about how she would want to spank me, so I made sure if she ever did, she'd have a damn good reason to! I figured I'd make her feel that humiliation that Wally wanted to evoke in her. So, I bent her over at the waist, so she'd be leaning right into the audience. I brought her hands around and rested them on her ass. She told me once that her ass was sensitive, and she'd cum like a banshee if Heath held her ass when they tore up the sheets. So, what the hay, let's make her get horny too, right?

Then I grabbed her shoulders and pushed them way back, making her back arch, and her titties poke way out. She already has a D-cup, which she's so proud of, and with a push-up bra, and the arching back, she could easily pass for double-D. If the catcalls from the audience were any indication, they sure loved it. Then I forced her eyebrows upward, giving her a "dumb-girl" surprised look, and I played with her lips till it look like she was ready to give a mean blow-job. Then, since we'd seen so much nudity already, I figured what the hell. I pulled the cups on her titties down, and low and behold, the little hussy had nipple rings! I had no idea! They were simple rings with a little ball attached and they went right through her red, half-inch nipples, giving her a permanent THO - (or titty hard-on, for the uninitiated). I was both surprised and surprisingly pleased. Megan had always seemed somewhat reserved, and here she was a closet perv!

"OH, Meghan. I had no idea! Nipple rings? I bet that hurt." I said. I even tugged on each of them slightly. Then I walked around behind her and eyed her glistening body. She'd sweated a little in front of the stage lights. I walked behind her, and tucked a finger under her g-string. I raised an eyebrow at the audience, and when I heard their encouragement, I pulled hard on the g-string, yanking it up Megan's ass! I could sense her humiliation and there was something empowering in it! I imitated Wally, though Megan didn't know it, when I patted her ass lightly a few times. Possessively.

I felt a rush between my legs when I saw Megan blush - nearly her entire body turned red.

Wally asked me to turn her towards the stage, so I did. And then Wally did the bit with Heath as the pole in the dancer routine, and then Megan was hypnotized again. I'm not quite as clear on things after that. In fact, "things" got a little fuzzy, because the bastard hit me with the hypnotizing crap at the same time.

I felt it very important for me to perform, as a waitress should. A waitress always bends over to pick up whatever is dropped on the floor. A waitress always obeys what's told her when she's bent at the waist. A waitress never objects to anything done to her when she's bent over at the waist. I was provided with a very proper waitress uniform, including g-string.

I'd just started my new job at the club, and I heard from the other waitress that some of my friends were here. I was so embarrassed! They'd see me dressed like this? Yikes! I mean, I looked like a raving hussy. Short black skirt that when I bent over at the waist (legs straight! Like a good little waitress) it rose over my hips and bared my ass! If I raised my hands over my head, the top would lift right over my titties! (I know, I never used to call them titties, but it just makes sense now. It was shameful. And I loved it.

I went out to the first table. "Hey Miss! Come over here, please." I went over to the table in question. Five guys sat around it, laughing at the other guests of the club up on stage. "Yeah, I want a rum and coke."

I jotted the gentleman's request down on my pad. "And for you, sir?" I asked the man next to him. He ordered a Bud, and the three other men ordered a Miller Lite, another Bud, and a Killian's.

"I'll get those right out to you!" I smiled prettily and scampered back to the bar in my high heals. I couldn't move very fast, because the skirt was tight. Yes, it would right up my ass, but it was a lycra combination, and if I used big steps, I'd be mooning the whole club!

I rang in the drinks, and tapped my nails on the bar, while I waited. As soon as the drinks came up, I very carefully placed them on the table. A good waitress always bends over seductively when placing the drinks on the table. My heels gave me such height that I had to bend over waaaay to far. I felt the skirt ride up my legs, but I didn't pull it down until I was finished.

But before I was through placing the drinks, I felt the hand of the man who'd ordered the Miller Lite on my ass. It sent tingles up my spine to know that I'd been a good waitress and attracted his attention. He rubbed his fingers across my ass several times and I can't believe how excited it got me! I felt my face flush. Unconsciously, I said, "Mmmmm."

"Oh, you like that, huh?" the man said. And the words were hardly out of his mouth before I felt another hand on the other side of my ass, but gripping it, squeezing it. I could practically feel the man's control of me through is hand.

As I leaned over, I could feel my titties dangling down - my shirt doing nothing to obstruct the view, and the men on the other side of the table never even looked at my face. I could feel their eyes light on my titties like lasers. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I felt like I should have been offended, but the rest of me felt pure enjoyment. I was being a good little waitress!

Then one of the men started pulling my thong down my legs! I felt like I should stop him, but I knew that every good waitress lets a customer do what he wants when she's bent over. So, I smiled at him, and encouraged him. He slipped a finger inside of me. My eyes fluttered shut, as I inhaled in rapture.

Then I heard a voice. "Waitress! Ginger? Hello, I need a drink!" And my eyes flew open. The only thing more important that pleasing my customers' every wish while bent over at their table was to make sure they had a drink! So I straightened up.

"I'm sorry fellas. I have to get this drink." I sighed in exaggerated chagrin. However, the sigh earned me an extra tip! "That'll be fourteen dollars for the drinks." One of the men pulled out a twenty and another man pulled out a ten, both handing the bills to me.

"Keep the change, darlin'." One of them said.

Sixteen bucks on my first table of the night. Not bad! I smiled sweetly, and curtseyed. "Thank-you very much, kind sirs." I said. I tucked their pills into my panties, since I wore no bra and the money would fall right out of my loose shirt.

As I walked to the next table, I looked up on stage. My friends Dirk and Kelly were up there, making out, and then they were stripping, and Wally told them to pretend they were in their bedroom and were about to make love. Dirk and Kelly dropped to the ground, and Dirk started pushing down his pants, like he was going to enter her right there on the stage, in front of everyone. I turned my head back to the table.

"What can I get for you ladies tonight?" I asked. The first girl was the youngest - she was hardly legal. Blond hair, blue eyed.

"I'd like a vodka-collins." She said.

"Well, I'm afraid I'm going to have to eye-dee you." I straightened my skirt and put on my most serious face.

"Well.. I.. but.." the girl sputtered. She then frowned and pulled out her I.D. I scanned it, noticed she had just had a birthday the day before. She'd turned 21.

"Well, looks like you get your vodka-collins!" I smiled. She simmered.

I didn't like the looks of things when the next woman said, "You know, you waitresses are real hussies here, ya know that?"

I was unsure of how to respond. I mean, if I agreed with her, she'd get mad, and if I disagreed with her, then the customer wasn't right, and the customer was ALWAYS right.

"Well, yes ma'am, I do." The customer was always right, remember?

"That's what I thought. I want a vodka martini, extra dry. Triple olives. You had BETTER get it right."

"Yes ma'am, I will do that. And for you ma'am?" I asked the third woman at the table. She looked like the first girl's mom they were so similar. She also had a pleasant smile that contrasted strongly with the woman sitting next to her.

"Oh, something easy - how about a sloe gin screw?" She blinked.

I blinked. If I didn't know any better, this woman was coming on to me! I'm no lesbo! "Absolutely, ma'am. I'll get that right out for you. And for you, ma'am?"

The last woman at the table was naked. I vaguely remembered her being on stage and something about being a slut, but that was before my shift started, so it was rather hazy at the time. The other women at the table avoided looking at her as much as possible for some reason.

"I'd like a kamakazi." She said.

"You got it. Okay, ladies, I'll be right back." I went over to the bar, placed the orders and waited several minutes. I looked back at the ladies' table and I saw them talking animatedly and then looking back at me, and then back at each other. I started to feel self-conscious, and I tried to stretch my skirt further down my legs, not that I succeeded. When the drinks arrived, I was a little hesitant to return to their table, but there was little I could do. A good little waitress always brings the drinks on time.

Again, the damn heels made me bend over way too far to place their drinks on the table. I put down the daughter's drink, then the mean woman's, and then the mother's drink. She reached over and cupped my titty, staring me in the eyes. I felt my face flush. I'd never had a woman grab my br..I mean, titty before, and I was unsure of my feelings. She was a customer. It felt good. But she was a woman. I am no lesbo, dammit!

But I am a waitress, so I smiled at her, encouraging her. Later, I realized that smile saved my ass. Literally. I was still bending over the table, so I reached for the kamikaze and set it in front of the naked woman.

The mother spoke. "You know, it was Becky's birthday yesterday. And she hasn't gotten her spanking yet. Do you mind doing the honors...it was Ginger, right?" The mom had a rich southern accent and her smell was sweet.

I felt my own southern-ness come to the fore. "Yes ma'am, mah name's Ginger." I was a little confused how she knew my name. I knew I wasn't wearing a name-tag. I moved around behind Becky. Hesitantly. I really am not into spanking girls! Especially nubile twenty-one year olds. Becky stood up.

"I think since you're the waitress, you should be taking my spanking for me, Ginger." I did NOT like the look on this young girl's face. But I bent over the table. Becky lifted my skirt and laid a very soft hand on my ass. Then she removed her hand, and then stinging pain raced up my spine as she slapped my ass. Repeatedly. On the count of "Seven!" Mother interrupted Becky.

"I think you're supposed to be getting your own spanking, honey."'

"Mom! No way!" Becky said. I could feel the whites of my knuckles as they gripped the table. My ass was on fire.

"Becky, bend over, and take your punishment, like a good girl." Thank you, Becky's Mom!

"Ahh, dammit." Becky stopped tormenting me. I stood up; she took my place at the table, staring at her mom, just like I had been.

I brought back my hand, but before I could deliver it to Becky's tender ass, I heard the call, "Oh, Waitress!"

It was Dirk. I thanked my lucky stars. I turned around and did my best impression of a ditzy blond who didn't know anyone at the table. "Yes. What can I do for you?" I asked.

"Well, a couple of things..." Doug dropped a napkin on the floor behind me. "Could you pick that up for me?" he asked.

I put on my drawl. "Sure, honey." And I bent over. Okay, I bent over really slowly. I figured I'd taunt Dirk, since he was tormenting me. I regretted my decision very quickly.

Dirk said, "Okay, stay like that until I tell you to straighten up." This I did not expect. Uh oh.

But what I said was, "Sure honey!" I put on a brave face. Facing the ground. I could feel Dirk's presence behind me as he flipped my skirt up, and traced his fingers along my yellow, club issued g-string. Then his finger went downward. I felt him slip his finger along the outside of my g-string, down.. downnnnn. And then, I felt my breath leave my lunges.

The man was the devil! I envied Kelly then. I giggled to hide my shame. Fortunately, Kelly pulled Dirk away from me.

Megan came up behind me and patted my ass several times. She tugged on my g-string as well. Nobody had told me to stand, so I'd stayed bent over. The room was a bit cold, and I my nipples were like rock.

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

I attempted to keep some dignity. "Are you done now, miss?" I asked.

"One last thing..." Megan said.

I had to admit, I had no idea what to expect. And then pain erupted on my ass. The bitch spanked me!

"Yeeeaaaaahhhhh!" I wailed. I didn't expect that! My mind erupted in pain. The wench! And then I heard more voices.

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

I blinked several times, and then stood up. "Oh thank-you. I'll get those right out." I said. I wanted nothing more than to get away from my friends. They were humiliating me and seemed to enjoy every last second of it. What had I done to them? But then again, I hardly knew any of them except Megan.

Before I could hardly turn, I felt a hand cup my ass. I looked over at the boy at the next table. I was surprised they let him in the club. ""Now, young man, what do you think you're doing?" I asked. I was about to ask for his I.D. when I heard Dirk.

"No, buddy, like this. Ginger, bend over and touch your toes." Well, whatever a customer wants...so I did. Then the boy jumped out of his chair, flicked up my skirt and stuck his face right below my crotch. Then he started pulling my g-string down. But there was nothing I could do about it.

I felt myself getting wet. Really wet! But I hadn't checked his I.D. He could be a minor, and I was NOT going to jail because of this customer! "Now, young man, you mustn't do that. Sir. I object, you really shouldn't be, OH! Young man.. now, stop that, this INST-" I couldn't help myself! I groaned - this kid was amazing! I felt him inside me, and then his thumb pressed against my asshole. WOW, did that feel good.

I felt the young man's tongue in my ass. Yes, in my ass. So sue me. And then, in the throws of ecstasy, I felt Megan's finger enter my ass. It was painful at first. If you've ever felt a manicured fingernail in your ass, you'll know what I'm talking about. If not, well, suffice it to say that it's a tossup between pleasure and pain.

And then I heard Wally's voice, "Table 6, FREEZE!" I was bent over a young man's table, and Megan had her finger stuck up my ass, and Wally told us all to freeze like that?? I was mortified to say the least. Finally, I heard Wally telling her to take her finger out of my ass. Thankfully, the room was focused on her, because I was blushing like a virgin maiden.

After a while of bending over, my yellow g-stringed ass bared for the world to see I heard Wally's voice, "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!"

So I did. I ran back to the back and grabbed a round of drinks for my customers/friends. When I came back with the drinks, I tried to ignore all the things Megan and Dirk and Kelly were doing at the table. I simply put the drinks in front of my customers.

"Ginger, go back and change clothes." I heard Wally say. Okay, I guess my shift was done for the night!

I went to the back, found my locker and clothes. I saw Kelly back there, but she was already changed, and heading back to the table. When I was finished, one of the other waitresses intercepted me, and the next thing I knew I was sitting at the table with Dirk, Kelly, Rachel and the rest.

I barely had a chance to sit down before Wally asked us all up on stage.

"Why don't you all come on stage and give a final bow. You really were the heart of the show." Rachel, Dirk and Heath all put down their drinks and with the rest of the group, filed from behind the table and onto the stage. We'd all lined up on stage.

"Now, to fix you all up!" Wally turned around.

"Doug - Spank Yourself! Kristine - Nice ASS!" And their eyes dropped.

"Ginger - Spice Girl!" And I went blank.

Then I was standing up again. I heard Wally's voice. "Okay Ginger, you may go back to your seat."

So, I stood up and followed Kelly, Dirk and Rachel to our table. But Megan was still on stage. She was still hypnotized, as was Heath.

He apparently had a few extra instructions for Megan.

"Okay, last of all is for you, my sexy little thing. When you hear any of your friends, except your husband - say, 'Fuzzy Bunnies,' you'll be hypnotized again. You'll obey whatever they tell you. Now, not to leave your husband out, if you agree to let him hypnotize you, then the commands will stick just as well as the ones from your friends. Oh, and just like with the rest of them, you're going to get a tattoo on your ass. The very dirtiest thing you can think of."

He then bent down and whispered words into her ears. She nodded several times, and this went on for at least a minute or so. Finally, he straightened back up.

"Okay, now, for the final command, when you go back to your seat, I'm going to mention how hot it's getting in here. Every time I say the word 'HOT' you're going to take off a piece of clothing."

Oh, she's going to just love this. I was pretty sure he hadn't taken out the suggestions about embarrassment. She was going to definitely feel this. She walked back down to her chair after Wally was finished with her, and as soon as she sat down, she woke back up.

You'll remember from Chase's version of this story how she raced out of the building, tits jiggling. The only thing I can add is she looked great in that pink g-string. And yes, I could see the blush, all the way to her ass.

Then in the SUV, on the way back home, Kelly did the whole 'Fuzzy Bunnies' thing.

Then she started in on Meg. "Are you a lesbian?" Kelly asked Megan.

"No." She answered, in monotone.

"Do you want to fuck Dirk?" Kelly asked. Dirk stared at her in shock, and I wanted to give her a good punch in the arm. Heath was staring at Megan, wondering exactly what she'd answer.

"Yes." Megan answered simply.

"The bitch!" Kelly said.

"Hey!" Heath interrupted. "Cut that shit out, let's just go home." Heath tried to keep his eyes on the road. I could tell he was agitated. And so was Rachel.

"Fine, bitch. Megan, take off your clothes." Kelly said.

Heath was half shocked that Kelly would say such a thing, half interested to see if Megan would do it.

Megan brought her hands to the front of her shirt and pulled it off, over her head. She folded it neatly, and set it in her lap. Heath looked back and forth between his wife and the road.

"Megan, stop that! Fuzzy bunnies! Stop it!" For reasons I knew and he couldn't figure out, he couldn't stop his wife from obeying Kelly's commands. She reached behind her back, her fingers locking on her zipper, and I could tell Heath was pained when he heard the sound of her zipper dropping downward.

"Kelly, make her stop. This isn't right."

"Hey, you should be encouraging me. It's my husband she wants to fuck." Kelly said.

"Come on!" Heath said. Megan scooched the skirt underneath her legs in the front seat of the SUV. She folded it, and laid it on her lap.

"Okay, okay. What the hell." Kelly said. "Megan, stop undressing."

Meg looked pretty good from my angle in the middle seat. She was only wearing her bra, g-string, and stockings, like she had earlier.

A trucker pulled along side our vehicle at a stop light. I saw him pointing at Megan, and then he pulled out a camera. Kelly saw it too.

"Megan, wave and flash the nice man in the truck." Kelly said. I could hear the steel in her voice.

Megan turned and smiled at the man. Where the guy found a camera, I'll never know, but he started flashing pictures, about one every two seconds. Meg then dropped her bra, and her titties flung out, nipple piercings and all - and I saw at least three flashes, before the light turned green and a fuming Heath slammed the gas pedal. I bet those pictures were on the Internet before she woke up the next morning.

"Bitch." I heard him mutter.

"Hey, if you weren't driving, I'd hypnotize you too, so watch it." Kelly said.

"The hell you could. I'm gonna get you back for that Kelly, I swear it." Heath stared at the rearview mirror.

Kelly just smiled. "Now, Megan. You're going to like being naked. In fact, you're going to take your clothes off as often as you can."

"Shut up!" Heath said.

"You're not going to be embarrassed about being naked at all! And you LOVE to be spanked, like the bad girl you are."

"Stop it, you bitch! God, why did you come with us??" Heath sounded desperate.

"You want to show off your nudity. You'll even make up games so that you can stay naked longer!"

Mercifully, we were pulling up into the townhome community.

Kelly spoke hurriedly, "The more you're spanked, the hornier you get...Fuzzy bunnies!" And Meg snapped out of her hypnotic trance.

"Uh, honey? You might want to put your clothes back on now. I mean, we're almost home." Heath said.

Before I could say much of anything, Megan had jumped out of the car and decided on a game of "Spank the Bimbo" of all things.

Spank the Bimbo?

Hey, she was the one running around the back yard half naked.