Megan slowly opened her eyes, blinking, as if coming out of a dark cave into the light. Her eyes gradually adjusted to the light in the barely lit basement, though it could hardly be considered bright. She could feel the expectant hush in the room, and she looked around.

Megan sat on a stool in the middle of the basement of her friend Kelly's house. Rachel was there, as was Ginger, though her husband Heath wasn't. He'd had to go out of town on a business trip and Megan'd be damned before she'd stay at home all weekend! Kelly sat on a couch, her legs curled up underneath her with a smug expression on her face. She wore a short mini-skirt, and Megan could swear she could catch a glimpse of pink panties below that skirt. Megan's eyebrows knit together. She was wearing a pink g-string as well.

Several others of Kelly's friends had come over - a cute, short-blond haired, blue-eyed girl with large breasts, wearing short shorts, and her boyfriend who couldn't keep his hands off of her.

It took several moments for Megan to remember, but she'd bet Dirk that he couldn't hypnotize her. Everyone had been drinking, and he'd looked incredulously at her. Megan remembered licking her lips. She'd clenched her hands open and closed a few times, just thinking about how she wanted to grab Dirk's ass and plant her lips on his.

"Yeah, that's right. I bet you can't." The alcohol stiffened her spine and she knew little harm would come to her in the comfort of her friend's basement.

"And if I can?" Dirk said with a devilish tone.

"Well, you'll be able to do what you want with me, right? That will be your reward for the bet. But if you can't...well, then you'll have to come over and be my yardman for the day." She winked at him and added, "And I get to swat you on the ass when you're bent over working on my yard."

"Wow girl, you make me want to lose the bet on purpose! However, I hate to lose..."

Dirk leaned over and whispered sweet nothings in her ear, as Megan's mind went slack.

* * *

"Megan, can you hear me?" Dirk was trying to imitate everything Wally, the hypnotist from the weekend before, had done. Apparently, Megan was highly susceptible, since she'd apparently gone under. But he had to do something to make sure she was really hypnotized.

"Yes, I can hear you." Megan sounded relaxed, syrupy.

"Good, good." Dirk backed away from her, and looked her over. Megan had the perfect breasts Kelly could only dream about. 36D's if they were a speck. And he knew from the previous week that she had the cutest nipple piercings in them, giving her permanent nipple hard-ons. Her delightful blue-green eyes were closed, but a smile tugged on her lips. She wore a mini-skirt, obviously proud of her long legs. She must have worn a push-up bra, though he couldn't really tell through her shirt. She generously allowed a plunging neckline and Dirk took every opportunity to enjoy the view.

"Now, I want you to open your eyes, but you'll remain hypnotized, do you understand me?"

"Sure, Dirk." Again, the lazy drawl. She normally didn't sound particularly southern, but she did right now. Megan's eyes opened up, and she starred into space.

"That's so freaky." Rachel muttered behind him. He waved his hand to shush her, to worried that anything could break the trance.

He grabbed his glass of 7 and 7 and threw it back, downing the remainder in two quick gulps.

"Megan, I want you to tell us things about yourself that would shock everyone here." He grinned to himself, as he turned around and looked at the others gathered in the basement. He knew she wanted him, and it would be delicious to hear it from her mouth in front of everyone.

"Hmmm. Shocking?" Megan paused, her eyes closed, thinking. "Well, I want to get a tattoo on my ass. I was thinking maybe a shamrock. Heath wants me to get his initials." She snorted and giggled at the same time. "I simply love to masturbate. I do it quite often, three or four times a week, unless I'm 'getting some' from Heath. I like to get spanked some, though not hard-"

Kelly's gasp interrupted Megan's train of thoughts. "She does, does she?" Dirk could hear Kelly's tone and he just shook his head. There'd been many a time when Kelly had spanked him. And clawed him. And bit him.

"Okay, okay. Wow.. that is surprising." Dirk said. But he wanted to hasten to what really interested him. "But do you have a secret crush on anyone here, that you can reveal now?" He sat back, crossed his arms, confident now he'd snared his prey.

"Mmmmm. I have a secret crush... on...." The pregnant pause in the room was enough to make Kelly grab her drink as well and down it. "Rachel."

Dirk's eyes grew wide. "What? On Rachel?"

"Oh yes. That long blond hair, her hips. I've always wondered what her lips taste like." Megan ran her tongue across her lips, apparently envisioning what it would be like.

"But what about your husband?" The incredulity in Dirk's voice was obvious to all.

"Oh, we've talked about it, he'd either watch, or join in, depending on what Rachel would want." Megan had missed his meaning completely.

"Oh, this is too much." Dirk backed up nearly bumping into his wife, who was rising from the couch.

"Sit down, Dirk, let me take over from here." In a slight daze himself, he fell back into the couch.

"Now Megan." Again, the feline smile from Kelly. "What is the most embarrassing thing that could happen to you?"

Megan furrowed her brow. "Well, I.. I.. " She let her words trail off for a moment. Kelly prodded her.

"Go on. What would it be?"

"I think if I were at my high school reunion and .. oh.. " again her voice trailed off.

Kelly grew impatient. "Come ON, Megan. What would it be? Tell us now!"

And then Megan's words came tumbling out. "Well, if my ex-boyfriends were there, and I somehow got had all my clothes removed and had to serve them. They could order me around and make me do whatever they wanted. Give them the blowjobs I would never give. I don't now.. maybe getting a pap smear done, and then I'm used as the example patient for a room full of young trainee gynos! I mean, sitting there, spread eagled, with twenty guys all staring at me, and for some reason, they've tied my hands back as well, because I've been naughty..." She started to breathe in short gasps of air. It took Kelly a moment to realize Megan was getting horny.

"Go on..." Kelly's voice was quiet now, seductive.

"Well, it'd be embarrassing if I were at a mall and had to walk through it naked. All those people!" Megan's hand crept up her legs.

"Oh, don't stop now, sweetie..." Kelly purred.

"Being in a large crowd on a windy day, and my dress gets whipped around and just flies straight up in the air.. and flies away! And I just stand there...trying to cover my nakedness, in just my g-string and shoes. Turning around, and people are ogling me, pointing, whipping out cameras!"

Rachel and Ginger both laughed behind Kelly where they sat on the couch. Kelly turned to grin at them and Megan's hand flew back down and gripped the chair. She started squirming slightly in her seat.

Dirk seized the opening. He stepped in front of Kelly. "Megan, let's see if you're really hypnotized, okay?"

"Okay." Megan said with her new southern drawl.

"See that girl right there?" Dirk pointed out Kelly's friend Jessica, the blond girl in the short shorts.

"Uh huh."

"Good. Is she cute?"

"Uh huh."

"Yes, I think so as well. Why don't you go over there and let her fondle your breasts."

"Okaaayyy...." And Megan stood up, almost drunkenly and stopped in front of Jessica, who had the most horrific look on her face. Megan pulled up her shirt and her emerald colored bra, her breasts fell out, nipple rings attached.

"Why didn't you ask me if I WANTED to fondle her breasts, you idiot?" Jessica nearly screamed, though she maintained a stage whisper, apparently not wanting to arouse the hypnotized stripper wannabe. Her boyfriend apparently had forgotten Jessica however, as he stared, mesmerized at Megan's breasts. Jessica seemed to have to keep her hands down, as if she wanted to grab them, but would not in front of witnesses.

"Okay Megan, fix your shirt. Let's try some post-hypnotic suggestions." Dirk was warming up to the concept of hypnosis. He could feel the bulge in his pants at controlling this sensual specimen.

As Megan fixed her shirt and sat back down on the stool, Dirk continued. "Now, Megan, after you wake up, anytime I say your name, you won't hear the command I give or your name when I say it, though you will obey them, do you understand?"

"Mmm hmmmm."

"Good. Now, you won't remember anything told to you or what you've done while hypnotized, but you will remember the suggestions, okay? I'm going to awake you at the count of three... "

Kelly jumped up. "Wait. Megan, when I say "Rope" you're going to feel ropes attached to your wrists and they're going to start pulling you up to the ceiling. You'll even be able to feel the rope on your wrists, and it will be tight, causing red marks. Understand?"

"Mmm hmmmm."

Dirk looked at his wife in annoyance. He could see Ginger and Rachel whispering to themselves on the couch behind his wife. He turned back to Megan.

"3.....2... 1.Awake."

* * *

The next thing she knew, she was blinking owl-like in the center of the room. She yawned. "So did it work?" Megan asked.

Several of the girls giggled at her. Megan cocked her head sideways, peering around the room. Rachel had her hand over her mouth, trying to hide her smile. Kelly looked like a cat ready to pounce on her prey. Dirk's expression was distinctly smug. Yep, it must have worked. But that's ridiculous! Everyone knows hypnotism doesn't work.

"M-." Dirk said.

Megan turned her head and saw Dirk's mouth move, but she couldn't hear the words. "What?" She cocked her head, trying to hear what he was saying, but it was as if no words escaped his lips. Suddenly, she cupped her hands under her breasts and walked in front of Rachel and leaned over. What the hell am I doing? She knew with the shirt she had on, there were inches of skin peeking out the top of her shirt.

"Umm. Megan, what are you doing?" Rachel said, trying to hide her smile. She raised her eyebrows in question.

"I.. I don't know. I... " She was at a loss for words. What is possessing me to do this?

"Get me a drink, will you?" Rachel said.

Megan dropped her hands from her breasts, turned away from Rachel, and then lifted the back hem of her skirt up so that her ass was showing off her 4th of July Tommy Hilfiger g-string. It was blue with a red waistband, with big white stars on down the front. She heard someone say, "Omigod!" as she raced as fast as she could up the stairs.

When she reached the top, she heard, "Did you see her ass jiggling? That was hilarious."

"What the hell?" Megan said to herself. She looked around the kitchen, finally finding a glass in the cupboard over the sink. She heard someone on the stairs, and turned as she opened the refrigerator. It was Dirk at the top of the stairs. She opened the refrigerator door, and saw the beer on the bottom shelf. She bent over to grab one.

"M-" Dirk said. Megan cocked her head to the side, but couldn't hear another sound. She shrugged, and then felt Dirk coming up behind her. She felt an urge to lean backwards into him. She could feel his bulge fit nicely into the crack of her ass, where she still held the hem of her skirt up over her it. She started rubbing his cock through his pants with her ass, rotating to the left and right, up and down.

"Oh, that's nice, Meg. Very nice." Megan could feel his hands on her hips, and he started pushing hard against her ass.

"M-" Dirk said again. Megan was really starting to wonder what that was about. She would have thought it was moaning, but he'd done it when walking up the stairs as well. But she turned around, got down on her knees and started unzipping Dirk's fly. I can't believe I'm doing this! And he doesn't seem to mind. Oh shit, what will Heath think? O god. But I can't help myself. When she pulled out Dirk's penis, she couldn't believe how beautiful it looked. She just wanted to suck on it like she'd never sucked before.

She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, and flicked her tongue around the crown. She started bobbing up and down, sucking and blowing on his dick.

"Oh yeah, baby. Yeah, that's perfect." Dirk said. "I can never get Kelly to give me head, you really know what you're doing." Dirk grabbed Megan by the back of her head and started pushing down, fucking her face. She took his cock deeper than she'd ever taken Heath's, somehow, overcoming her gag reflex. Unexpectedly, Dirk came, and Megan swallowed every drop. His cock was so far down her throat, she hardly tasted a thing. Dirk finally stopped bucking, nearly standing on his tiptoes in ecstasy. Megan looked up at him and she could see his leer at her seductive and submissive post - on her knees, staring up him, his dick in her mouth. Finally, she slid her lips down his cock, removing it from her mouth and then licked her lips in appreciation.

"M-". Dirk said.

Megan zipped up Dirk's fly, after she tenderly put away his cock. Then she stood up, stepped back a few feet and pulled up her shirt. Megan struck a slutty pose, smiling sassily for the camera that appeared from nowhere in Dirk's hands. He took several pictures of her. She didn't know why she was enjoying this. She'd never do such a thing with anyone else before.

"Okay, now why did I do that?" Megan asked Dirk. She was starting to get a sneaky suspicion that hypnotism did indeed work on her.

"Do what?"

"As if you don't know. I just did these poses for you and gave you head." Megan said. She hopped up on the kitchen counter, the drink for Rachel forgotten.

"Would you like to see a magic trick?" Dirk asked.

"Sure. What is it?"

"I'll surprise you. Ready, here goes. Fuzzy Bunnies."

Megan blinked and Dirk held his hands behind his back. She seemed to be in a slightly different position.

"So, what was the trick?" She asked.

"This." And he pulled her bra from behind his back.

Megan's eyes bulged. "How in the-" She grabbed her breasts and realized that her bra was indeed gone. "How did you?" She cocked her head to the side. "Is that a magic word, Fuzzy Bunnies?"

"Sort of. Would you like me to magic some more clothes off of you?"

Megan was starting to believe Dirk could actually do magic. "Well, I'd rather you magic them back on to me."

"Okay. Be careful what you wish for. Fuzzy Bunnies."

Megan blinked and Dirk stood there holding her shirt. She gasped as she looked down and realized she only wore the skimpy bra over her breasts.

"Fuzzy bunnies." Megan blinked again and Dirk stood in front of her with her g-string on his index fingers, spinning it around in circles. "Give me that!" Megan reached out and yanked the thing off his finger. "Okay, Okay, I believe you."

"One more. Fuzzy Bunnies." Megan looked down and she was completely naked, her clothes piled on the counter top next to her.

"What the hell?" Megan exclaimed. She threw her arms up to cover her nakedness, one over her chest and the other over her crotch.

Dirk snapped another picture. "Say cheese!"

"How are you doing this to me, Dirk? And could you please leave the room, I need to get my clothes on?"

"I can just magic them on. Fuzzy Bunnies."

Megan blinked again, and she was indeed, fully dressed.

"How are you doing this?" She asked, relieved to be dressed again.

"You do remember being hypnotized, right?" Dirk said.

"Of course. But you couldn't possibly have given me that many commands in the few minutes I was hypnotized, could you? I mean, what was the command? Become a total slut?" Megan felt her cheeks getting red in embarrassment. "I think it's time for me to leave. What the hell is my husband going to think?"

Megan hopped of the counter and as soon as her feet hit the floor, she headed for the doorway.

"M-" she heard Dirk say again. Megan stopped. What would Heath think? He'd like the fact she showed off her body that she worked so hard for. He'd like the fact that she gave head to someone - at least it wasn't a total stranger! Huh? What kind of logic is that? I must be going insane.

But Megan shrugged. She felt her legs and feet pulling her back down the stairs. I guess a little more fun couldn't hurt.

Dirk had grabbed Rachel's beer. By the time she was downstairs, she had a hard time remembering what it was she had done upstairs or why she'd gotten so upset.

"Hey, the life of the party's back!" Rachel said with obvious enthusiasm. She nudged Ginger who sat next to her, wearing a slinky, curve-hugging black fucia-colored dress.

"She sure is. You're pretty wild tonight, huh, Meg?" She grinned.

"Well, yeah, I guess so. Don't suppose that hypnotism has anything to do with it, huh?" Megan shook her head, a little embarrassed, but taking it in stride. She stopped in front of Rachel, and then took the seat on the couch to Rachel's left, opposite of Ginger.

"You never got me that drink, wench!" Rachel poked Megan playfully.

"Oh shit, I totally forgot! Want me to go get you one? Oh hell, get it yourself! And get me one, I'm doing all the work around here!" Megan laughed and flashed her smile.

"Rope." Kelly said.

Megan's smile continued as she raised her hands over her head. She hardly realized she was doing it. "Well, go get me a drink!" She nodded her head towards the stairs, implying that Rachel should go, right now.

"Rope." Kelly said again.

Megan's hands flew up into the air, stretched tight. She could feel her large breasts rise, and she looked down and could see she was exposing an obscene amount of cleavage. Her face flushed crimson.

"Oh, I get it, every time you say rope, my hands fly into the air." She nodded sagely. "Okay, very funny. Now, how do I get them down."

But Kelly was just getting started. She smiled like the Cheshire Cat. "Rope."

Megan flew out of her seat on the couch, her arms stretched overhead. "Okay.. heh heh." She laughed nervously. "Enough is enough. I get it, rope.. ha ha. Now, how does it stop?"

Kelly rose from her chair. She slowly walked across the room that was captivated by this display of manipulation and submission. "Oh, it stops when I want it to, my cute little thing." Kelly pointed her index finger and dragged her red nail-polished fingernail along Megan's breasts. Megan could feel the goose bumps raise on her flesh, from her back all the way down the back of her legs.

"Mmmm." Kelly said. "Rope."

Megan felt her wrists yanked up higher, and she stood on her tiptoes, her shoes falling off her feet. Her body was completely taut, her shirt raised over her stomach.

"This is nice!" Kelly said. She walked around Megan, behind her, and Megan twisted her head back and forth, trying to keep an eye on her stalker.

"Come on, Kelly, this has gone far enough. Let me down!" She tried to stamp her foot petulantly, but it only caused her to spin around slightly and make her breasts jiggle right in front of Kelly.

"Very nice! Well done, Megan."

Ginger finally broke the spell Kelly held them all under. "Okay, Kelly, let's let her down, huh?"

"Yes, listen to her!" Megan tried to keep the whine out of her voice, though she was having trouble. She felt Kelly's hands on her skirt, and then heard the zipper. Kelly set Megan to spinning then, as if she really were suspended by some rope. Megan twisted in the wind, back and forth, shimmying, trying to keep her skirt on, but her actions only succeeded in making it drop to the floor in a mortifying rush.

"Omigod! Kelly! Look at me! I'm -' Megan was interrupted by the room breaking out in giggles and catcalls. Jessica's boyfriend whistled.

"Yes, look at her! Damn, what an ass on her!" Jessica's boyfriend said.

"It is nice, isn't it?" Dirk spoke from the easy chair. He got up and walked around her, stepping over Rachel's feet.

Megan kept twisting and turning, arms straight overhead, as if she were suspended on her tip-toes by unbreakable rope. She kept trying to avoid showing her ass to anyone. She could feel the sweat beginning to slide down her back and in between her cleavage.

"Sure is patriotic, isn't she?" Jessica said. Megan couldn't miss the sarcasm and she flushed in embarrassment.

"Please, someone? I.. god, this is awful. I thought you said this .. this hypnosis stuff would be fun?" Megan was mortified, but she'd be damned before she told anyone how wet she was. Her juices were flowing from being so exposed and having so many people find her desirable.

Rachel stood up and came up next to Megan. "I think I've seen these in the store..." She tugged on the band of Megan's g-string. Megan tried to move out of the way, but couldn't avoid her hand. Rachel moved behind Megan and put her hands on her hips, leaning in behind her ear.

"Calm down, it's okay." She whispered. Megan could feel her breath on her ears and could feel the goose bumps raise on her skin: a sure sign that she was getting stimulated.

Keeping her hands on Megan, Rachel moved around in front of the stretched out girl. She leaned in closer to Megan, parting her lips as if to kiss her. Megan seemed mesmerized by her, staring at her lips, unconsciously licking her own. Megan bit her bottom lip as Rachel leaned closer and closer, and she finally closed her eyes, waiting expectantly for Rachel's kiss. She opened her mouth and leaned back, cocking her head to one side.

Megan held that pose for several seconds until she heard laughter around her. She opened her eyes again, and saw that Rachel had pulled her head back and cocked her eyebrow in question.

"What, you thought I was going to kiss you?" she said in a mocking tone. Megan felt her cheeks burn as she heard the titters around her. "You know I don't swing that way, Megan." She shook her head as went upstairs to the kitchen. Megan couldn't believe her friend would hurt her like that. She'll pay for that one.

Ginger looked at the hurt expression on Megan's face and frowned, and then followed Rachel up the stairs. Kelly in front of Megan again and ran a hand along her chin.

"So, do you like spankings, Megan? Have you been a baaaaad girl?" Kelly asked? Kelly cupped Megan's chin in her hands and scrunched Megan's cheeks. She puckered her own lips and blew her a mock kiss. Megan twisted her head, yanking her chin out of Kelly's hand.

"Oh, getting feisty! You never told me if you liked spankings!" Kelly grabbed Megan's face in her hands. Megan could feel a mixture of dominance and tenderness in her eyes and hands.

"I.. I.. " Megan gulped. She did like spankings, but she wasn't about to tell Kelly that in front of these people. She crossed her leg over the other, unconsciously trying to put pressure on her pussy. Kelly sniffed.

"What's this, you naughty girl!" One of Kelly's hands fell down to Megan's pussy and she slid her fingers inside Megan's panties. "You're as wet as a hot bath! I do believe you like spankings don't you?"

Megan swallowed again. "M-" Dirk said again. She looked in his direction, but he was moving his mouth again without speaking.

"Absolutely." Megan said without hesitation. What the... that was supposed to be absolutely not! "I meant to say, absolutely nuh." She shook her head. The word wouldn't come out. "Nuh. Nuh. I absolutely love spankings." Megan's eyes grew round, and if she could have clapped a hand to her mouth, she would have.

"I don't know why you keep mumbling, but I can certainly take care of your desire for spankings, my dear. While I'm rummaging around for something suitable, why don't you answer a few questions for me, hmm?"

Megan stood mute, still stunned that she'd admitted to wanting a spanking. Kelly bent over the back of the couch, flashing a glimpse of her pink g-string to the room. She pulled a small multi-stranded whip.

"I use this on Dirk on occasion. He seems to like it." Dirk cleared his throat from across the room, and Kelly just smiled back sweetly.

"Now." Kelly swatted the whip into her left hand and it made a snapping sound. "Would you like to screw my husband?"

Megan smiled. This one was easy. There was no way she would admit to wanting that. Not with Kelly standing in front of her with a whip. She shook her head no, and said, "Definitely." Again her eyes grew wide in shock at her traitorous tongue.

Kelly moved around behind her and drew her arm back. It came crashing down and Megan let out a squeal.

"I thought so. Want to give him head?"

This one was easy. Megan didn't really like giving head. "Nope."

"Ahh, good." Kelly rubbed Megan's ass where Megan knew red stripes already rose on her skin.

"If I bared my ass to you, would you want to kiss it?" Kelly asked quietly, seductively.

Girl sure does obsess about her ass. But it is nice. I'm not going to tell her that though. I do have some pride. "Yes."

"Mmmm. I thought so. You ARE a good girl after all, I think. Would you mind if I did your husband?"

"I .. uh.. I .. " Megan's mind started doing flips. This was all too much too fast. "No, I wouldn't." I just gave her permission to fuck my husband. Great.

"What about me, Megan?" Jessica asked. She smirked at the girl who had been providing the evening's entertainment.

"Definitely not!" Megan could feel her lip curl in contempt.

"But would he want to?" Jessica asked slyly.

There was no way she was going to answer that bitch. Finally, it dawned on her - she was being forced to answer the truth, but fortunately, they couldn't force her to speak. Megan shook her head no.

"Well... hmmph." Jessica sat back on the couch and crossed her arms.

Kelly, without warning, started landing stripe after stripe on Megan's ass.

"OW! Ow.. oh, it hurts.. please, spank me more. Please..OW, god, I love it. Please." Megan realized she had best keep her mouth closed, because Kelly started raining the blows in faster and faster, encouraged by Megan's loudly moaned pleas for more. The last thing she wanted was to admit to liking this stuff, and here she was begging for more, because of their stupid hypnotic command. She twisted back and forth, arms beginning to feel weak from the strain. She tried to avoid the whip that rained fire on her ass.

Megan realized the only thing redder than her ass right now, had to be her face. She was letting a bunch of her friends and several strangers exactly what kinds of sexual limits she'd be willing to go to. She was humiliated and her juices were starting to flow down her legs.

"Damn, she's a slut." Jessica muttered.

Ginger came down the stairs, hearing Jessica's comment. "I think that's enough Kelly." Ginger said.

Kelly stopped in mid-stroke, actually looking at Megan's ass. "Yes, I guess it is as red as a cherry." She put the handle of the whip inside the back of Megan's g-string, giving her a tail.

Dirk said, "Megan. Fuzzy Bunnies."

* * *

Megan's head went slack, and she closed her eyes.

"My god, that's amazing." Jessica said. "Who does that fuzzy thing work for anyway?"

"Just me." Dirk said. "Wally didn't trust Kelly with control of the poor girl." He turned his head towards Megan. "Megan, you may lower your arms. How do you feel?"

"Mmmm....horny. My arms hurt."

Ginger moved forward and started massaging Megan's arms, and Kelly got some lotion out for Megan's ass. Rachel came forward and picked up Megan's mini-skirt.

"Megan, would you want to have sex tonight? Do you want to be naked in front of these all these people?" Dirk asked, not too ungently.

"I don't know. I'm not sure how Heath would feel."

"Fair enough. We'll just make sure you don't remember everything."

Dirk turned towards Jessica's boyfriend. "Care to sample her?" he asked.

"Damn straight. She's hot." He said.

"Like hell you are!" Jessica said.

"Then it's a good thing I already hypnotized you, huh, Jessica?" Dirk said.

"Bullshit. You may be able to hoodwink some dumb bimbo, but I'm not going to fall for that crap." Jessica crossed her arms and sat back in the couch. She even kicked her boyfriend in the leg for staring at Megan, who was now fully dressed.

Dirk nodded at Rachel who smiled in return and pulled a tiny-bathing suit out of her purse.

Jessica knitted her brows, frowning, not understanding what was happening.

"T.H.O's, Jessica?" Dirk asked.

"Huh?"

"Tittie hard ons. You have them right now."

Jessica looked down and her crossed arms had propped up her large breasts, and her nipples poked obviously through the knit of her spandex shirt. She frowned again, and raised her arms to cover the nipples. "Yeah, so? It's cold in here."

"No it isn't. It's quite warm, isn't it? Bathing suit weather, even."

Jessica's face transformed while Dirk said the words. She'd been frowning, but instead, she winced as if feeling the heat. She tugged her clothes.

"Yes, dammit. Give me that bathing suit." She jumped up, her tits jiggling and crossed the room, snatching the hot pink bathing suit with black lettering from Rachel's hands. And right there, she whipped off her shirt, kicked off her shoes and dropped her shorts. She wore nothing else. She spent several moments trying to figure out the mostly strings bathing suit. She attempted to cover herself with her arms and turning her back away from the group.

"Wow, nice tattoo." Dirk said. "You know, from this angle... by the way, nice ass too."

"Shut up, ass." Jessica said. Her voice dripped obvious frustration. Finally figuring out the strings, she strapped the top on, and then bent over to put on the bottoms.

"You know, when you bend over like that, I can see your crotch from the back." Ginger said quietly.

Jessica stood up quickly.

She put on the bottoms, without bending to step in to them. She had some difficulty getting them on. When she did, she started straightening up, and said, "There, now I-"

But Dirk interrupted her. "Freeze." And she did.

"Dude!" Jessica's boyfriend said. He stood up and looked at the suit, circling around his girlfriend. The back of the bathing suit was hardly more than a thong - just enough to be legal, but far smaller than a brazilian cut. On the hot pink back in black lettering were the letters f-r-e-e-z-e. He circled to the front.

"This is wild dude, does she even see us?"

"Of course. But she can't move. Great, huh?"

"Yeah! What's that say down there? Ahh.. damn, that's small print. This is the tiniest suit I've ever seen." The top was hardly anything at all. A string connected two tiny triangles that barely covered her nipples. Jessica was well tanned and the hot pink contrasted with her skin. On the front of her bottoms, all two inches of it, the words, "Touch here" in black print told the story of how to unfreeze the girl. From the size of the bathing suit, it was apparent that the short girl shaved her pussy. She also wore a thong to the tanning bed.

Jessica's boyfriend touched the bathing suit on the little dot below the words on the suit that marked where her clit hid. "What the hell did you do to me? What is with this bathing suit?" Jessica had slammed an arm across her chest as soon as she could move, and dropped her hand to pussy, and then to her ass, and back to her pussy, undecided on which one was more exposed.

"It seems you can be hypnotized. And you really like your new suit. So much so that when you do your daily tanning salon or pool visit, you're going to wear it. I'd advise sitting on your ass, since anyone can make you freeze."

"Omigod, that's so hot." Jessica's boyfriend muttered.

Jessica simply stared at Dirk. "You are fucking kidding me." Deadpan.

"Nope. So when they read your suit out loud, you'll freeze. When they touch your crotch, you'll unfreeze."

Jessica had stopped moving. And then started again, almost before it was noticed that she'd frozen.

"Ooops. I guess any variation of the word freeze works." Jessica stopped moving again. "Ooops, there I go again. May as well enjoy it."

Dirk walked over to Jessica and pulled her arms away from her chest. He reached behind her and pulled the back of the bathing suit up her ass. "That's for being a bitch to our good friend Megan, even though she couldn't do anything about it."

He glanced at Jessica's boyfriend, nodding towards Jessica. "Ya mind?"

"Not at all."

Dirk reached out and grabbed both of Jessica's tits, cupping them, moving them up and down slightly, as if checking the weight of cantaloupes at a grocery store. "Now Jessica, I'm going to keep holding your breasts. I'm going to un...immobilize you in a moment. If you don't want to be frozen again, you'd best not move until I tell you you can. And you're going to tell your boyfriend that want to work as our topless waitress tonight. And if he wants you to work longer, you will. That, and you'll obey everyone's commands. If you disagree, you're going to find that you want to spend the next week at your pool and see how that turns out, and we'll think of something else when that week's up, okay?"

Dirk reached down and rubbed Jessica's clit for about thirty seconds. After the first moment she became unfrozen, but she didn't move. She turned her head to her boyfriend.

"I want... to work as a topless waitress tonight." When Dirk removed his hand, she continued. "What does everyone want for drinks?"

"Oh no, honey, it's not here. You're wearing that outfit to a bar." Dirk still cupped her right breast in his hand. All the color drained from Jessica's face. "But, but.. I thought... "

"Yes, you have a nice butt, and it's going to be shown off nicely, I might add. Have fun!"

Jessica whirled on her boyfriend and her breasts shook invitingly. "James, you sonofabitch. You've been wanting me to make that 'easy' money for you at that bar for months, and this is how you go about it?"

"Freeze." James said. "Just think of all the people who'll be saying that word, over and over again, while you wear that outfit. You may want to keep the backside of it in the crack of your ass like that, so you might be able to avoid at least some of the attention. Ironic, huh? How much you hate thongs, but you have to turn your suit into one, so you don't get molested?" He chuckled. He pulled her hands up over her head, so she was stretched out like Megan had been. She stood on her tiptoes and her enormous breasts looked even larger on her 5'2" frame. "Your tits never looked so good, hun."

James was over six feet tall and pulled her up off the ground, so she literally did hang in the air, suspended from his hands. He pulled her high enough to where her mouth reached his, and he kissed her.

"Sometimes, I like you better when you shut up. Lets get going, Jess." He reached down to clit and touched the round red target over her it.

As soon as she was mobile, she let go of James with one hand and swung back to hit him with the other. "You asshole, I'm gonna cut off your-"

"Freeze." James said calmly.

"Welp, I'm off. See you all next weekend! Thanks Dirk - you rock." He folding Jessica over so her knees nearly touched her forehead. "Good thing your flexible dear." Then he put her hands flat on her ass, and picked her up, holding her bent over body was held out in front of him. Everyone got a clear shot of her ass, except for Megan, who was still in trance state. "Nice, eh?" he said as he started up the stairs.

They could hear him telling her on the way of the door, "I told you I can do this to you, nearly any time. So, you're going to half to calm down..."

"Tell us how it works out!" Dirk called up the stairs.

"Now, what to do with Megan." Dirk tapped his chin. He went up stairs and Kelly followed him. Rachel and Ginger whispered to each other.

"What is up with Megan?" Ginger started the conversation.

"I dunno! She obviously has the hots for you." Rachel matched Ginger's quiet tone.

"Yeah, and you too. Did you know?"

"Not until tonight. And she likes spankings? Who'd a thought that? And she doesn't mind it if we fuck her husband?"

"I know." Ginger looked at Rachel. She'd gotten that look in her eye like she wanted something. "You want to do him, don't you?"

"Who Heath? Well, shit yeah, don't you?" Rachel asked.

"I don't know. I'm pretty satisfied with my husband. I just come out here to get out of the house, and for some stupid reason, David trusts Heath and Megan not to get me in trouble." Ginger giggled and put a hand over her mouth to quiet the sound.

"Oh. Well, we have Megan right there, totally in our power. What do you think we should do?" They dropped the voices to a barely audible whisper.

"I don't know. She's pretty kinky, but we could probably add to the effect, ya think?" Ginger said.

"Yeah! I mean, I am flattered that she wants to do me and all, but I am just not going there. Ya know?"

"Oh, I guess so." Ginger had let words drawl slightly, thinking.

"What do you have in mind? What kind of kinky stuff?"

"Do you like cats, Rachel?"

"Not really. Why?"

Ginger remembered how Rachel had been turned into a cat by Wally. Rachel had started to strip for Ginger and had rubbed herself against Ginger's leg. She remembered how soft and soothing it was, stroking Rachel's long blond hair, and sweet her breasts felt against her leg.

"Ginger? You okay? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Oh, sorry. Was just remembering something. Okay, I have something."

Ginger hunched over to wear Megan was standing in the middle of the room, completely dazed. "Megan, can you hear me?"

"Mmmhmmm."

"Good, here's the deal, every time one of us mentions an animal, you're going to become that animal. You'll do everything you can to eat, sleep, drink, and act like that animal, except you're going to be Megan inside. You're going to KNOW you're acting like an animal, but you're not going to be able to do anything about it... only your eyes are your own."

Rachel heard something at the top of the stairs. "Oh shit, they're coming back!"

Ginger swore. "Forget that stuff Megan, no animal stuff for tonight. But.. you really want to give me a massage later!"

Ginger moved quickly back over to the couch where Rachel had already sat down and they both made small talk.

Kelly and Dirk came back down the stairs. "Okay, I think we're pretty well finished for the entertainment, I think. It's getting pretty late." Dirk said as he looked at his Gucci.

Rachel and Ginger nodded their agreement. Both rose. "Well, I guess we'll take Megan home." Ginger said.

"Oh, she's right across the street. We'll take care of her." Kelly said. Dirk herded Ginger and Rachel up the stairs.

"But, she's still hypnotized, I mean.. " Rachel said.

"She's fine, what don't you trust us?" Dirk asked. He grinned without malice.

"Okay, well, make sure you do the whole 'wake up well rested' and all that stuff." Ginger said. "She may as well get something fun out of tonight. I'm sure she's going to be so embarrassed she won't want to talk to us for a month."

"We'll take care of her, don't you worry." Kelly said, opening the door.

* * *

After they'd left, Kelly went downstairs while Dirk readied himself for bed.

"Now Megan, just before I wake you up and take you home, I have to talk to you about my need for a maid...there's this party coming up next week, you see...."