Here's a question. If you do someone a wrong, even a great wrong, but then make up for it with some kind of compensation later, does it 'make it right' so to speak? Haven't we introduced the concept of 'having to make things right' into our society?

But what if the wrong is done premeditatively, though perhaps not planned, but certainly with a purpose. I'm not talking about accidentally hitting someone with a car, and then paying for it. I'm saying if you purposely ran them over with a truck and then paid them. Maybe even handsomely. Does it make it right? It will become apparent at the end of this tale why these questions have surfaced in this sludge I call my brain.

I mentioned before that nitty-gritty details bore the hell out of me. I'm going to breeze through the nitty-gritty and get right to the interesting in a moment.

I found out later that Roy, the director in the control booth overheard Kylie's words to Tommy on a still active mike. Twas an interesting happening in the booth that I might write one day, but doesn't really concern me here. I merely watched as Kylie was humiliated by her peers. It pissed me off that I felt a huge wallop on my conscience afterward and I ended up depositing several hundred thousand dollars in a Swiss Bank account for her. Obviously, that happened later.

I met up with Lacey at the 7-11 that night. One thing I discovered was that I was a complete moron for bicycling all over the place. All I had to do was stop time, become invisible, hop in the back of a car, use the pen-shot to instruct the driver where to take me and get out when I got there. Common sense, one would think, but I'm still getting used to these gadgets.

Before I left on the next plane to Vegas, Lacey and I went from the 7-11 to the research facility to cover my tracks. I can't tell you where the facility was, how we broke in, how I tried to protect Lacey from getting caught for what we were doing. I can tell you that I felt a lot less paranoia after having trashed the place.

I thought seriously of having Lacey come with me to Vegas. I discarded the idea, since it'd be easy to trace her back to me. I figured she'd go on with her life and maybe, one day, I'd come back to meet her as a normal person.

Ya know the weird thing? Up to this point, I'd spent an incredible amount of time with Lacey and she'd never even seen me. It's not like an Internet convo where even a one-sided cam conversation won't relieve the sense of distance. I mean, I was touching, smelling and talking to this girl, but she was completely unconscious of my voice and had no idea I existed.

It made me feel incredibly lonely.

It was a very morose Todd who slipped onto the plane to Vegas, invisible thanks to my stopwatch.

After landing, I took care of some business. It was dull, but necessary, so I'll keep it short. Relieved a casino owner of his emergency cash, after several days of following him around. I made sure to leave clues to another owner, just subtle enough to be missed. I formed a Nevada corporation with anonymous directors. Money not being a problem, I set up the corporate credit cards and checking accounts.

Snagging a wallet here or there was not an issue. I needed the person's identity, not their money. I'd grab a license, and leave everything else, putting the wallet right back in their pockets. I took the time to choose people who roughly looked like me. I'd even leave a few extra bills in the pockets of those I bothered. I'm sure anyone can see the stream of conscience here. Heh heh. Nice play on words, that. I had no wish to harm people. Just because I pierce the occasional (mostly) volunteers doesn't mean I'm in to doing ill to others. 'At least not yet.' I kept telling myself.

I checked into the Vegas Hilton, using a false ID and then used cash; it meant there was no way to trace me. And no, I didn't check into a suite. Just a room with a queen-size bed and a mini-bar.

Now I could actually have a little fun. For a change I was visible and I was in normal time. It felt good! Not to be cliché but I felt like a new man.

"Hello, miss?" I stopped a passing bell-girl.

"Yes sir?" she said. She was cute, though hardly buxom. Rather unmemorable, now that I think about it.

"Where's the pool?"

"Third floor root-top." She smiled.

"Very good." I let her continue on her way. I resisted the urge to stop time and feel her ass.

Here's some rationale for you. All these dancers and women showing their bodies and such? Well, I figured, what the hey? They know they're showing their bodies, they're obviously free with them, if I happen to have a little fun, and then paid them for their time, than I wasn't hurting anyone, right?

It worked for me. Let's get to it.

The pool area was huge. I mean, gargantuan. Eight acres of pool area, according to the pamphlets. And lots and lots of beautiful women.

Have I mentioned how I love the thong? Well, they were in abundance, and I figured it would be time to use this stopwatch. I reached in my pocket and stopped time.

Several kids were in the pool tossing a ball back and forth. The water from the splashes hung in time. An early twenty-something blond had just stood up from her deck-chair and was leaning forward, mid-dive, headed for the water. I just couldn't pass this up!

I passed rows and rows of men and women tanning themselves. Before I got to the blond, I stopped in front of this drop-dead gorgeous brunette who was laying on her stomach next to her muscle-bound, weight lifting boyfriend/husband type. He was in a speedo.

Did I mention that I hate speedos?

The girl wore a hot pink, near thong, that she seemed to be trying to keep as spread out across her perfect ass as possible. Now, I just couldn't have that. Why tease us with a brazilian cut when a thong would be so much better? I bet her boyfriend made her wear a smaller suit than she preferred and she did what she could to keep her modesty. As I said, can't have that!

I stopped, leaned over next to her and ran my hands across her ass. Whoah, was it nice. And firm. I rolled her over so I could get a look at her face and breasts. Yep, the finished package was what I expected. I dug through her purse and found her license. Susan Bradford of Peoria, Illinois. She was twenty-three, five foot seven, one hundred and twenty pounds. Too bad it didn't have her measurements, eh?

Well, that was solved easy enough. I turned her back over to her stomach and looked at the tag on the suit. 34D. Nice.

Unsurprisingly, the seat next to her that was not occupied by her boyfriend was occupied by some kid. I did my pen-needle thing into the kid's arm and instructed them to go find their parents.

I then used the thing on her boyfriend. Heh heh. Where a speedo, eh? I gave him a little embarrassing surprise. Then I positioned his hand over his girlfriend's ass. Then I pulled up her brazilian cut suit so that it was all bunched up in her ass, and it looked like her boyfriend did it.

I finished my walk over to the blond who was diving in the pool. I un-did her top, took it off and set it on the far side of the pool. She'd hopefully think it came off while diving, but she'd have a helluva time finding it!

I walked back to the edge of the pool where I'd stopped time and decelerated. I still couldn't get over the number of beautiful women here. On the other hand, most of them were nearly naked anyway. It's not much of a deal when you make a girl in a brazilian cut look like she wore a thong. However, I was finding my enjoyment in embarrassing these beautiful women growing with every use of this device.

Susan shrieked and turned and slapped her boyfriend. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Uh.. uh.. I'm sorry. I.. don't know!"

"Who are you, you freak?" She said. Uh oh. Guess it wasn't her boyfriend! My bad.

"I.. I mean. I." And the guy looked down, and Susan followed his eyes. He was getting a hard-on. His thong started tenting and then the tip of his cock started poking out the top of his speedos.

"Eww. Get a grip, you perv!" Susan said. She was twisted over on her side and she was just pulling her hand away from her bikini bottoms where she'd pulled the thing out of her butt-crack.

I stopped time. I looked in the pool and there were some people pointing and waving at the blonde who was frantically looking around for her top as she covered her boobs with one arm and swam with the other.

I went back over to Susan and un-did her top. She was getting way too bitchy. Granted, she had good reason, but this should calm her down a bit. I started time again.

Susan didn't notice her top at first, as Speedo-guy stood up and people started pointing at him, laughing. Then he looked at Susan and felt his cock lurch in his pants. I guess those tits of hers had a dramatic effect on him.

Of course, this made Susan look down, realize that her top was hanging down from her breasts and she gasped, grabbing it.

She had a fabulous rack. 34D's just don't give them credit. If she hadn't been so modest, I'd probably have thought she was a topless dancer. And when they jiggled. Wow. Took my breath away.

Blond-topless girl in the pool had finally gotten some help from some other young females that I could tell were her friends, since they called her by name, Kathy. They'd brought her a towel, which she wrapped around herself and started walking towards her chair, apparently to leave.

Remember that movie in the 80's, Zapped, with Scott Baio? It was a huge turn-on for me, and I wanted to see just how well this girl could do a version of "Heather Thomas who couldn't keep her sweater on, no matter how hard she tried."

I stopped time again.

I walked to the girl, pulled her arms forward. so that it looked like she was pulling her towel open with her own hands, right in front of a guy who was standing there smiling at the girl. I also truth-serum pen-shotted her in the ass and made sure she'd feel compelled to stay in that spot and not runaway.

I started time again. But not before I gave her a few more instructions.

Her arms held the towel away from her body. She squealed and slammed them shut again. Then she opened them back up. She looked helpless at the guy standing in front of her, as it started to look like she was fighting her own desire to show off her body to this guy and any one else who could catch a glimpse of her at that angle.

I stopped and started time a few more times; the results become obvious.

She heaved downward on the towel, closing it with her arms wrapped around her. And then she spread her arms again, this time throwing the towel completely away from her. The guy's eyes drew wide as he saw her body as could everyone else, now, that she only wore a skimpy bikini bottom. Her hands flew to her breasts, one covering each one. And then, in front of the hundred or so people who by this point had stopped what they were doing and started staring at her, she seemed to be fighting a losing battle with herself.

Her hands drew slowly down to the strings of her bikini and she stared at her hands in disbelief as, thumb and finger on each string, she drew on the delicate strand, slowly sliding out of existence the bows that tied them together.

I could see mothers clapping hands over the eyes of the children, and peripherally, I saw Speedo guy race out of the pool area. I also spied, in betwixt all my blipping in and out of time while I made this whole scene unfold, how Susan had quietly tied up her top, thankful of whatever force (that would be me!) that had distracted all these people from staring at her perfect breasts. I made a mental note of getting back in touch with her.

Kathy's bikini bottom slid to the ground as she could only stare at it in shock and frustration. Her pubic hair was formed in the cutest little heart shape.

I finally released her from her bonds, and she shot off like a dart out of the pool area, apparently giving up on using a towel. To say that folks were laughing around the pool is an understatement. I didn't think anyone would notice my disappearance, so I went invisible and followed her through the hotel.

I have to mention, there really isn't anything so delicious as watching a completely naked, beautiful girl run through a hotel. Glistening water flying in her wake didn't hurt at all either. If she enjoyed it or wasn't embarrassed it would still be erotic, but it wouldn't touch the exquisite nature of one who was.

An elderly couple was waiting for an elevator when she ran up to stand right next to them and the old man was staring at the blond - not even attempting to hide it. The poor girl was blushing from her forehead to her cute ass.

I stopped time. Kathy was shivering from the air conditioning in the building, and she was still covered in water droplets. She had goose bumps everywhere. I walked around her, and even kneeled right in front of that heart-shaped patch between her legs. Her brownish-red nipples were rock hard, standing out perhaps a half inch. She had breasts the size of large oranges. Nice taut navel, she must do some kind of athletics to get it so muscular. Trim legs, very little fat.

She was crossing her legs, trying to hide that cute patch of hair. Even so, I estimated her height at about 5' 10" or so. Easily model material. Ahh, women. Gotta love em.

I cupped her ass with my hands. She was cold! But her ass was firm, soft. I slid my hands around her to gather her up in a hug from behind. I drew my hands up to where her arms covered her breasts and slowly pulled them away from her breasts completely. I then massaged her tits for several minutes, while she stood there, a moment in time, being stared at by an old man and his wife.

I slid my hands, still standing behind her, down her stomach to her lower abdomen. I played with her pubic hairs and slowly slid my finger inside her. I played with her labia for a few minutes.

I moved around to stand in front of her again. I ran my hands all over her body, her ass, down her legs. Most of the water droplets on her body came away in my hands. It's a lot harder to take in someone's beauty in one glance.

I think the human dating ritual doesn't do us justice. How can people pass in the night, say, at a bar, and a relationship spawns and blooms and lives on for eternity at the chance of one minuscule, yet monumental glance?

Being able to nearly worship someone - feel the skin, smell the hair, nearly run the tip of your nose and lips across their abdomen for a few minutes as they stand mannequin-like in your clutches - well, let's just say it's gives the person a real shot at attracting you.

I stood up, went invisible again, and started time. Ah, but that's hard to do sometimes!

After looking wildly around, having felt a twinge in her pussy and her arms had mysteriously moved themselves away from her breasts, Kathy kept switching her weight from one foot to the next. She was cold!

"Stop looking at her, you old fart! Don't you have any manners!" The wife said to her husband.

He looked sheepishly away, every ounce of his being screaming in resistance. I couldn't blame him. I know I couldn't look away. Hell, I'd followed her down the hall like the world's biggest Peeping Tom.

Finally, the elevator arrived and the girl followed the couple into it. I could hear her sigh when she saw that no one else was in the elevator. Naturally, I accompanied them.

Of course, she squeaked in embarrassment when she realized the elevator was going down. The old man looked to offer the girl his sport coat, but his wife swatted his arm. "Where do you think you're going to replace that?"

"I'll give it back miss." The girl said, desperation evident.

"Oh, right. And why are you naked in the first place?" No kindness in this old lady's voice.

"I.. threw away my towel and bathing suit." The girl said miserably. She had such a cute voice too! Must have been from Missouri. They always sound so naïve.

"Uh huh. You can find your own clothes." What an old bird.

The girl started jamming her floor's number as soon as the doors opened, not even waiting for the people to get out. The couple took their time getting out, not going to be rushed by anyone, not even a naked girl on the elevator.

And then ten more people got on the elevator. Kathy's mortification was obvious, as she crouched halfway down in the back of the elevator, one hand over her crotch, one hand over her breasts, trying to hide her face.

Several people muttered about classless people in Vegas and how people thought they could get away with anything. A mother with her babystroller chose to avoid the elevator all together.

All told, the elevator made several more stops, dropping up off and picking up several more people. One guy, who'd entered the elevator with a kind of average looking woman, backed right into the poor girl. He made sure his hands were behind him so he brushed his hands all over her arms and breasts. She was so humiliated by this point, she didn't even try to make any resistance.

Now, I couldn't have that. I stopped time and jammed the truth-serum "force the person to believe what I tell them as absolute truth" pen-shot into his ass, right through his pants.

I'll let the events play out. I started time.

The man said to his wife, "I have my hands on this girl's breasts."

"What? What is the matter with you?" The wife cocked her head behind her husband's back, looking at what he was doing.

"Slap me, hard, across the face." He said to her.

She did. Twice!

He winced. "OW!" then. "OW! Bloody hell!"

He then told the girl, turning around, "Now, give me a wedgie."

Of course, the other tourists, bellhops and casino visitors in the elevator car laughed at him, except his wife and the girl. The wife was still too pissed off and the girl now stood up, also mad, and finally got over her nudity. I guess she figured she had nothing left to lose.

Kathy looked down at the guy's hands, which had still not left her breasts. She forcefully removed them, and then reached down into his pants and yanked hard on his tighty-whiteys.

"OWW!!!" he squealed like a little baby. Puss. When his stop came, I pushed him out of the elevator, so he tripped on his way out. Mess with one of my girls! Ha.

Yeah, I know. My girls. Hardly. Why did I get to mess with people and he didn't? I don't know. Why is Bill Gates rich and I'm not? I gave up on trying to answer those kinds of questions.

Anyway, Kathy got off on her stop. Since she was completely naked, I decided to follow her. I wanted to make sure she wasn't harassed anymore, due to my meddling and I couldn't think of a way to give her money that didn't sound on paper as classless as it did in person.

She finally made her way to her room. And then realized she didn't have a key! Fortunately for her, when she knocked, one of her friends opened the door. I stopped time, slipped in, started time again, where I stood invisibly in the corner.

Kathy's hair was finally starting to dry out and having been slightly blond when wet, it was almost bleach blond when dry. Her friends were in various states of undress, having come from the pool. One had Kathy's bikini bottom.

"What the hell was that about, you goof?" another blond asked, tossing the bottoms to Kathy.

"Yeah, I mean, what possessed you to strip naked at a pool with a fuckload of people around?" asked a leggy brunette, while toweling her hair.

"Possessed is right! I felt like some ghost or demon or something was making me do it!"

"Oh lord." Said a mousy-brown haired girl currently topless with small breasts, and delicate lips. She rolled her eyes. "Kathy, I told you not to listen to that preacher. He's off his rocker."

"It's true! Do you think I'd do that?" Kathy pleaded. She'd already gone to her suitcase, pulling out a bra and panties. Yep, panties, not a thong.

"You still claiming your virginity story?" the leggy brunette said.

"It's not a story!" She stomped her foot, her arms behind her back, snapping her bra in place.

Uh oh. Please don't tell me I was messing with a virgin. Hmm. How could I do this? I wanted to find out if she truly was a virgin, but simply telling her to blurt out the status could change her personality in some goofy way. Ahah. I knew just the thing. I pulled out my little magic pen-shot and jabbed her ass with it.

I'd forgotten to stop time, so, of course, she squealed.

"OW! What the heck was that?" She reached behind her as if to swat a bee.

I found the wisdom to stop time after that. I shook my head, thinking how stupid I'd been. Being invisible is extremely empowering. You should try it sometime.

"If you are a virgin, you will put your panties on." Times four. I had to repeat myself four times; if I didn't repeat myself four times, it was too fast for her subconscious mind to pick up the speech. I was moving 3600 times faster than normal after all.

However, if she's been lying to her friends and everyone else for all this time, then she should pay some kind of price. Nothing major. Hmmm.

"If you are not a virgin, you will ask to where one of your friend's thongs. And you will forever after wear thong underwear and not full-bikini panties." Times four.

I started time again.

I held my breath as she looked at her panties, standing there in just her bra. And looked at them again. Then she tossed them on the bed. "Lulu? You have a spare g-string I can borrow? I.. um.. don't want the panty lines to show in the skirt I'm gonna wear tonight."

Phew. I really didn't want to mess with a virgin. And, heh heh. Wonder just how many times she's had sex. God help me if it was some kind of rape crap she was hiding. Course, I hadn't made her reveal anything to anyone. I just did mankind a favor, that's all. Another blessed beautiful woman wearing thongs for the greater good of humanity.

I am a saint, I swear. Yeah, tongue in cheek and all that.

Oh, and Lulu was the blond who answered the door. I found this out since she didn't even respond, just went to her bag, pulled out the tiniest, g-string she had - it was red - and tossed it to her friend. Kathy blushed, but started sliding it on.

I felt it was time for me to get the hell outta there. I stopped time, pulled five one hundreds out of my wallet and stuffed them in the side of Kathy's suitcase. I then let myself out the door, found a spot where no one was looking at me, and went visible again and decelerated.

I wanted to see if I could catch Susan. She intrigued me. I think it was the way she kept covering up her ass that really sparked my interest. If she'd have been more slutty, I doubt I would have even looked twice. Okay, I probably would have. She was easily the hottest thing at the pool.

It'd only been about fifteen or twenty minutes, but Susan was gone. Blast it. However, I knew her name and I could ask at the front desk. I looked around the pool a final time before turning around and I did note that everything had returned back to normal. A person would never have known that just fifteen minutes earlier a gorgeous blond had stripped off her bikini for the enjoyment of all.

The chick at the front desk was pretty cute. Obviously, like the stewardess on the plane to Vegas, they like to have the good-looking ones as representatives of their companies. Can't say I blame them, she got my attention.

She had her hair up in a bun. Green eyes, had a real sparkle.

"Miss, can you tell me which room Susan Bradford is in?"

She smiled and it lit up her face. Cute dimples too. I don't know why, but an idle thought came to me. 'Wonder if she has dimples like that on her ass, too.' I know. Kind of crass, but I'm just being honest.

Looking at how cute she was, I was slightly annoyed, and I felt my eyebrows knit.

"I can't give you her room number, sir. Is something wrong, sir?" She asked.

I was annoyed, not because of her not telling me. I could get the information someway or another. No, it was because I couldn't get a sense of her body at all. Her shirt was too loose, her skirt wasn't very tight. She took her time with her make-up, but I was getting far too used to knowing how any female looked when naked. I had to do something about this.

I froze time. I went behind the desk and took all the girls clothes off. I know. It's kind of sick, but for some reason, at that moment, I just had to do it. I then used my pen-shot to make sure certain things happened.

"You will know you are naked, but hope no one notices." Times 4.

"You will not move from the desk, and you will act like nothing is out of the ordinary." Times 4.

Oh, and for what it's worth, she had a great body. Well, a little bit of cellulite around the thighs, but otherwise, just fine. A heavy B-cup breast, decent enough ass, I really liked her back, oddly enough. I left her hat on, with the bun. And her heels. I like a woman in heels.

I started time again.

Unsurprisingly, she looked down, paled, look back up at me.

"No, nothing's wrong, why? Are you sure you can't give me that number?" I asked.

She looked down again, saw me staring at her breasts. Her nipples hardened quickly. Nice tear drop shape to the breasts as well.

"I.. uh." Gulp. "I. No sir. It's against company policy to give out room numbers."

"Well, can you at least look up and see if she's in this hotel?" I asked. I remained nonchalant.

I figured she'd had enough, plus, I saw another desk clerk or a manager coming from the next room. I stopped time.

I dressed her again. I'm sure there was a camera somewhere that picked up her being naked for twenty seconds, but they'd be hard pressed to put the facts together. They'd more likely believe one of the camera operators doctored the film than assume her clothes magically disappeared from her body for twenty seconds. If they had any reason to go look.

I started time again, and the girl looked down in relief. She looked back at me, wondering if she'd just imagined the whole thing. I raised my eyebrows.

She shook her head, clearing it, and then clacked away at the keyboard for a few seconds, then did it again. She nodded, smiling once again.

"Yes sir, she is indeed in this hotel." Stop time. Go around desk, look at the information. Got the room number. For the helluvit, I gave her some instructions with my handy-dandy mind control pen-shot.

"You will get incredibly horny and attracted to me when you next hear me speak." Times 4.

"You will remember how you stood naked here and it will get you so horny that you have to go to the restroom and masturbate until you orgasm repeatedly." Times 4.

"You will start wearing sexier clothes at work. Oh, and always wear g-strings." Times 4.

Go back around desk. Start time. This is almost too easy.

"Okay, good enough then. You have a good day, miss."

"You too, sir. And thank-you for choosing the Las Vegas Hilton."

I turned saw her patting her clothes in various places, making sure they were still on, probably adjusting some in various ways. I saw her face get flushed, and I saw she had to physically hold herself back from rubbing her pussy. I smiled at her. She turned from the desk and headed to the women's room.

I did my getting in the room trick. To recap, that's knock on the door, wait for it to open a crack, stop time, push person holding door backwards, get through door, put them back in position and start time again. This almost never works when there's a door-eye. Fortunately, this one did not.

I frowned. Susan had already changed out of her bathing suit. She was wearing a conservative skirt and a white blouse. She must have left the pool right when I did. She'd already showered.

Can't have this. I had a particular setting in mind. I jabbed her in the ass with the truth serum.

"You will put on your bikini." Times 4.

"You will go down to the bar." Times 4.

"You will be absolutely truthful in every way to the man you meet there who introduces himself as 'Todd'." Times 4.

I really, really didn't want to make this girl become attracted to me. I wanted truth, I didn't want a bunch of mind-fuck games. But I have never had to force a girl before, and I didn't want to start now. I hesitated for a moment, trying to make sure I'd covered everything I'd wanted to. Oh!

"You will stay at the bar, in just your bikini until Todd is finished talking with you." I didn't want her to show up, which would obey the letter of my instructions, and then turn around and leave. Particularly since she was only wearing a bikini.

It was only about 4 in the afternoon and I doubted many people would even be in the bar. However, I doubt many folk show up there in bikinis, in any case. I bet she'd look hot!

I went invisible, backed into a corner she'd unlikely stumble upon and I started time again.

She finished opening the door, winced slightly as the pain of the shot caught up with her and she rubbed her ass in the spot where I'd gotten her. I still couldn't get over how gorgeous she was. Only person I'd see who could compare is Lacey, and she'd attracted me on a completely different level.

I wondered if she were married. I'd find out soon enough in that bar. I waited impatiently. She looked out the door quizzically, wondering who'd opened it. She shrugged, shut it. When she moved into the bathroom to change clothes, I didn't follow her. I wanted to savor the experience of watching her undress. Maybe she'd like me for who I was and we could learn more about each other in a natural setting.

Yeah, and pigs might fly out of my butt. Call me a skeptic.

Eventually, she pulled out her bikini, walked back into the bathroom. Several minutes later, she came back out with it on, a towel tied around her waist. She put on some heels (nice touch!) and headed out the door. After she closed it, I stopped time and followed her out.

I then headed to the bar, ducked behind some statuary in front of it and then started time again. I sidled into a booth, drumming my fingers on the table. A very short-skirted brunette with long straight hair approached my table.

"Would you like anything to drink sir?"

Before answering, I realized I had to see what was under that skirt. I realized I was becoming a sex maniac, but I didn't care. How many times have I wished I could see under a girl's clothes but couldn't. Now I could. So I did.

I stopped time. I slid out of the booth, and picked up the girl's skirt, and it stood up, as if held in place by strings.

Nice. I thought to myself. Another thonged girl for humanity. She was maybe 5'6" or 5'7". She had a little extra weight in her thighs and hips but I wouldn't kick her out of bed, as the saying goes. She had stockings on, and high heels. I grabbed her ass, reached around and grabbed her breasts through her shirt. Slightly saggy, but still not bad. I bent down and kissed her ass a few times. Don't ask me why.

I fixed her skirt and sat back down, started time again. This was getting to be a hard habit to break.

"I'll have a vodka, chilled. A 7-up, chilled, no ice, as a chaser. Better make it two." She smiled, did almost a curtsey-bob and headed back to the bar.

Ah, and there was Susan. She came in the door, and as soon as she crossed the threshold, she took her towel off. She walked straight to the bar and every eye in the place (all twelve of them, not including the staff) stared straight at her. Everyone else was dressed in shorts and casual clothes, she struts in in a bikini. Delish.

Of course, I'd forgotten to actually say, "come sit at my table, oh, Susan!" so I was going to have to do this the old fashioned way. I tried to look suave as I hastened in front of the other three males who tried to sit down next to her. I did have to cheat a little. One guy nearly beat me to her, so I stopped time and warped in front of him.

I stopped for a moment behind her, and the guy, not expecting to have a man appear suddenly in front of him, bumped into me. I expected it and stood firm. I was staring at Susan's ass. The brazilian cut didn't cover much when she was sitting on a bar stool. I shook my head once, quickly, in appreciation. WOW. I licked my lips and sat down.

Oh hell, I stopped time again. I grabbed her ass several times, savoring the feel of it through the satiny bikini bottom. I've said I'm a tit-man, and her 34D's obviously attracted me, but my lordie, her ass was to die for. I sat down again and started time again.

"Hi, my name's Todd." I said.

At first, she hardly noticed me. Then she raised her eyebrows at hearing my name. "Have we met before, Todd?" She asked.

"Yes." I said. I wasn't really lying. It depends on what the definition of 'is' is. Or 'met' in this case. I'd certainly met her.

"Really? Where?"

"Maybe out by the pool. In the sunlight, people look a bit differently, no?" I said.

"Oh. That's right, I do remember seeing you." Then she blushed, not sure if I'd seen her breasts or not. So, just to add to her discomfort, I looked down at her breasts, careful only to let the smallest squeak of a smile slip out.

She blushed a bit more. I could see the skin below her neck grow red. She coughed.

The conversation went well after that. I had to dissuade several guys from coming up and talking to us. I brought her over to my booth and we talked for several hours. I drank four or five shots of vodka. I dared her to try a few and she did. We hit it off quite well.

Several times she surprised herself when telling the truth, when she obviously had wanted to lie. She chalked it up to my magnetism and told me as much. I was flattered, but I didn't let it go to my head. I knew full well the little gadget in my pocket gave me an unfair advantage.

I found out she was not married, never had been. As we started to feel more and more of the alcohol, we started talking more and more about our sexual past. She was a teacher in Illinois, though had a boyfriend who'd wanted her to strip-dance for a living while in college. She actually tried it one night, but didn't even finish the first dance. She just couldn't take her clothes off. She was completely stunned that she showed up in this bar in just her bikini. Must be what they say, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas!

She admitted, blushingly, that she was attracted to me. I was elated, but, having heard she can't stand guys who fawn all over her, I kept my enthusiasm to myself. As the drinks kept flowing, I started to feel quite tipsy myself. She was getting drunk and would likely have admitted a lot of this stuff to me, without the truth-serum command.

I had a hard time staring at her face, soft skin, blue eyes and all. Those tits of hers were magnetic. When she saw me staring, she blurted out that guys do that to her all the time, and then she covered her mouth.

"Do you ever feel like you'd do some crazy things if something didn't hold you back?" I asked.

"Yes." She grew quiet.

"What holds you back?" I asked. I reached out and grabbed her hands across the table.

"When I grew up.. I went to a small Christian school, and you just don't do that thort of thing." She slurred slightly. Vodka was getting to her. Damn, but I love that mystical elixir!

"Ah. So, you feel a little shamed, hmm? Do you still go to church?" I asked her quietly.

She nodded her head, looking at her drink.

"Oh. Not supposed to be out drinking, hmmm?" I said.

"Right. And I...I teach at the church-school." Damn. And I thought Illinois was mostly democrat. Who knew so many conservative types live out there.

"So, you feel uncomfortable showing your body." She nodded. "Yet, you wore a bikini. To a bar." I was being merciless. But this kind of change needs to be done. Yeah, I know. Who am I to judge? She obviously enjoyed doing this and she was getting all kinds of wrapped up in fear, judgment and who knows what else. I was doing her a favor. If her faith were strong enough and not part of the problem, she could always go back.

I stopped time, got out my mind control shot and did the dirty work necessary to get this girl out of her shell. If all else fails, she could blame it on the alcohol later.

"You're going to do a strip-tease on the bar, right in front of the bartender, when the music starts up." Times 4.

"You're going to enjoy it doing the strip-tease." Times 4.

"You're going to get completely naked, except for your heels." Times 4.

This should prove interesting, if a little short. I mean, she only had two items of clothing to take off.

I then went over to the DJ, and used the mind-control pen to have him fire up some suitable stripping music. I also had him call for a volunteer.

I then sat back down, stopped my gadget and watched the events unfold.

Within a minute or so, the DJ got on the mike. It was nearly 10pm at this point and more people had come into the bar.

"Alright, let's get this party started! We're looking for a dancer for our bar! It's a bit unusual, but what the hell!" And some bawdy, vaudeville music fired up.

Susan looked at the bar, looked back at me and a smile crossed her face. "Follow me." She said seductively. Hey, I know a come hither look when I see one.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bar. She requested and the received my assistance on her climbing up onto the bar. "Will this do, gentlemen?" She asked.

She received an enthusiastic cheer from the twenty or so guys who lined the bar. She was fortunate for the high ceiling, but she immediately started gyrating on the bar. She shook her breasts in the faces of several guys who pulled out one dollar bills and started stuffing them down her top.

She smiled with lidded eyes back at the men and gently bit the hand of one guy and then sucked along his fingers as she clamped her teeth down on the one dollar bill like a cat biting a toy-mouse. She was on her knees and the guy got a great shot of her tits jutting out, as she was on all fours, with her back arched, and her ass poking in the air.

I honestly couldn't believe this second grade teacher was dancing like this on the bar! The place was going crazy. I really started to believe that she had it in her all the time.

She then toyed with the strings of her top and let the top hang down from just the top strings for several moments, guys straining to get a look at her tits. Then, after just a little more teasing, she let it drop and then kicked the top in my direction, with her toe. I caught it and smiled back at her. Then apparently having remembered my being there, she waltzed and slithered right in front of me, where I sat about knee high to her kicking around on stage. She kneeled down, back to me, and waggled her ass in front of my face.

This was going better than I had expected.

I SO wanted to grab that ass right then, and even if she'd let me, I didn't want to set the precedent for other people to do the same. She even nodded encouragingly at me, inviting me to touch it.

"Go ahead. Want a piece of ass?" She laughed. She was going crazy! This was totally unlike the girl I'd just spent four or five hours talking to. I could see those perfect breasts where they dangled in front of her and I could feel my cock straining against my pants. Even the bartender, who must see naked women on a daily basis in Vegas, was staring slack-jawed at her.

She dumped the dollar bills in front of me and then stood up and walked down the bar, back and forth with a stage presence that amazed me. She dripped confidence and allure. Her breasts seemed to defy gravity and her tiny waist had me spellbound. Finally, waggling her ass again in front of me, she put the string of one side of her bikini bottoms in my teeth. I clamped down and she agonizingly slowly pulled away from me. From this closeness, I could smell the sweetness of her sweat and I could see the dampness in her crotch.

And then she undid the other string, which I hadn't even seen, but I was left with her bottoms dangling from my mouth like a dog who'd just brought in the morning paper. I was so mesmerized, I didn't even take them out of my mouth for more than a minute, as she continued to gyrate in front of me. She brought my head right into her crotch! I tell you, she was a wild woman. She must have fantasized about doing that strip-tease for hours and hours, because she was a pro.

And, I couldn't help myself. I started lapping at her pussy as she bent over backward on the bar, still on her heels, but I could feel her knees and thighs clamp down around my ears. She held herself up with one hand while pushing my head down with the other.

I could hear the cheers of other bar patrons and even some groans of jealousy.

"Okay, enough of that, you two!" The bartender and the bar manager stepped in to interrupt us. Dammit. I'd actually reached down and I was rubbing my own crotch in abject lust.

"We're going to have to ask you to leave. We were only asking for some light dancing." The manger said. I knew he was full of shit, or he wouldn't have let it go so far. But he had to say something so he wouldn't lose his license to operate.

I pulled my head back. I looked up at her face, and from my angle, from her crotch, looking past her abdomen and through those oh-so-perfect breasts... I had to have her.

"Your room or mine?" I asked, as I scooped her up. I grabbed her top and she started strapping it on, a mixture of confusion, lust and embarrassment crossing her face.

I juggled her with one arm and a leg, while I picked up the money off the bar and lay it on her stomach. Fortunately, she held on with her arms around my neck.

"I can walk ya' know." She smiled nervously.

"Okay, okay." I set her down and she quickly, very embarrassedly strapped on her bikini bottoms. I through a hundred on the bar to clear our tab and barely caught up to her as she rushed out of the bar, the realization of what she'd done finally catching up with her.

She still looked amazing, glistening with sweat, smelling of sex. I swear, every guy who passed her turned and stared at her for as long as they could. She must have natural pheromones the like which no one's ever seen.

I grabbed her hand. "Hey! What's wrong?" I asked her at the elevator.

"Look what I did? How can I go back to that Christian school and teach second graders? If they knew what I did..." she said. Her voice was husky, sexy. I melted. No wonder she had a hard time keeping guys. It was hard as hell to keep from letting my dick completely control me. I mean, I'd do anything to get in this girl's pants.

"Do you want me to come back to your room with you?" I asked. I stroked the back of her hand and her the inside of her wrists.

I heard her intake of her breath, and I could tell she tried to resist telling me. She shook her head no, even, but her mouth whispered, "Yes."

I hit the elevator button, heading for her room. I didn't say a word, just walking with her, laughing and giggling as I wrapped my arms around her, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin against my arm. When we got to her room, she got her key out of her purse we stumbled into the room. I called down to the bar to have them send up some more vodka.

I took my time, nibbling on her neck, doing my damndest to see if I could get her bikini off of her without even knowing. I'm proud to say that I didn't even have to use my gadget to succeed. She stood in the middle of the room, and I did stop time then. I really wanted to push a few more buttons, no pun intended.

Pen-shot jab in her oh-so-beautiful butt.

"You'll answer the door to get the vodka from the doorman dressed exactly as you are now." Times 4.

I know, I know. Tired old method of embarrassing a girl. She answers the door in the buff. Hey, I figured the guy deserved some kind of tip.

Time started again and I moved around behind her and started rubbing her shoulders where she stood.

"Why do you stare at me so much? I'm just like anyone else." Yeah right. I couldn't tell if she was fishing for a compliment or she actually believed that. Wait a minute, she was still telling the truth. I was liking this girl more and more. Lacey who?

"Oh, you're quite the beauty, Susan. You know that." I leaned down and kissed her neck. I moved my hand around in front and slid my hand down her tummy, past her shaven area and slid a finger in her pussy. Her intake of breath was delightful music.

And then the door knock came. And without even pausing for me to take fingers out of her she moved towards the door, and smelling even more of sex, opened the door up wide.

"Uh. Um. Uh." The girl who'd brought the vodka obviously had no idea what to say. Damn. A girl. I'd hoped to tweak Susan's sensibilities a bit further.

But then I noticed something. The girl couldn't take her eyes off of Susan either. She licked her lips, bit her bottom lip. Susan was oblivious. Obviously, she didn't recognize a girl having the hots for her.

This could get interesting. I raised my eyebrow and nodded to the girl to come in and bring the cart. She was cute. Short black hair, well-trimmed eyebrows, rather sharp nose. She had very straight teeth, small breasts, at least from my vantage point. She had very well-rounded hips, that made you want to reach out and grab them. I could see her nametag read, "Antonia".

"C'mon in, Antonia." I said. "Just set the vodka over here." I pointed towards the desk. Susan didn't say a word. I think she was still shocked she was so casually standing around naked in front of this room service person. This is the girl who earlier didn't want an extra millimeter of ass showing at the pool! What a difference a day makes, indeed.

Susan standing there speechless gave me an idea.

Time stop. Use the mind control shot. And as is my wont, I'll let the events unfold. Just thought I'd give a heads up as to why things went the way they did.

"Antonia, did you know that Susan is a professional painting model?" I asked.

Susan looked at me quizzically. "I am?"

"Absolutely. She can stand here in the center of the room, take a pose like a greek statue, and stand that way for hours."

"I can?" Susan said, incredulously.

"Really?" Anotonia said. "I'd love to see that." She raised her eyebrows, smiling, obviously enjoying watching Susan shifting from one foot to the other.

Susan was starting to get the hint about Antonia's intentions. I doubted that Antonia would have done anything had I not intervened, but what are multi-billion dollar gadgets for, if not to have a little fun? Besides, Antonia deserved a good tip. She really did an excellent job pouring shots.

"Yeah. Let's have a bet. Susan, stand over here and strike a pose, and I bet you'll move."

A change came over Susan. Her competitive streak kicked in as she walked over and struck the pose. "Oh no you don't. I won't be moving a muscle." She said.

"No matter what we do to you?" I taunted.

"No matter what." She said. And then, she froze in place. Oh, it was delicious. I know I use that word a lot, but nothing quite captures the exquisite feeling of seeing this creature dancing like a puppet on a string. It's like an almost too sweet nectar like raspberry soufflé.

"Go ahead, Antonia, see if you can make her move out of position." I said. I winked at her. Of course, I'd use my timestopped pen shot on her, so I had no doubt she'd be doing as I instructed her to.

She made short work of her clothes. Neither girl seemed to have a problem with the fact I was still in my shorts and tennis shoes, but they were completely naked. I was pleased to note that Antonia preferred the thong. Good girl.

She approached Susan and I could see Susan's eyes move, tracing Antonia's movements as she came up to her. Antonia started tracing circles around Susan's breasts with her finger tips, agonizingly slow, until finishing at Susan's erect nipples. I could hear Susan's intake of breath. I know something inside of her wanted to move, wanted to scream that she wasn't a lesbian, but I'd made sure she'd do nothing of the sort.

I came up behind Susan as well and started running my hands and tongue all over her ass. I slide my finger into her pussy from behind and underneath and again I heard Susan's gasp, though of extreme pleasure, as she also sighed in contentment. Antonia started tracing her tongue all over Susan's breasts and then drew a line with her tongue down her stomach to her pussy, darting it in and out as she kneeled in front of the gorgeous statue that I'd turned Susan into.

Antonia grabbed Susan's ass in her strong Italian hands and really started going crazy on Susan's pussy. I could see the juices running down Susan's legs as she started orgasming. I stood up and smiled at her as I saw her eyes close and open, her body shuddering involuntarily. She still hadn't moved, though I knew anything short of my instructions would have made her nearly collapse in orgrasmic bliss.

"Mmmm.. She's got a very sweet pussy, sir." Antonia said. She licked the juices off of Susan's leg. I hadn't even had to instruct Antonia to do or say that.

"I know. You should have seen her in the bar." I chuckled. I started to work on Susan's breasts again. My cock was aching though. I had to get inside that pussy.

I stopped time again. I let Susan out of her bet and I made sure that Antonia was going to be a good little girl for Susan. I started it back up again.

It was a shame to let this beauty have her freedom of movement as the feeling of extreme power coursed through my veins. She really was a goddess.

"I guess you won the bet, Susan!" I said.

"Ohmigod!!" She squealed. And then she ran at me and jumped on top of me! You have no idea how elated I was. I hadn't told her to do that. To paraphrase the Life Cereal commercial, she liked me! She liked me!

"That was a weirdass bet, but you better get that dick inside of me."

"Oh, talk dirty to me, wittle teacher!" I said. A regretful looked flashed across her face, but only for a second. The next she was unzipping my pants and yanking my shorts down. I swear, all I'd done was let her out of the bet. And here this woman goddess was attacking me, the tattoo guy from nowheresville. Granted, she was doubtless massively horny and rather drunk. But still.

She went down on me. Oh, blessed be, but she was giving me head. As my hips bucked as I grabbed her head, and she looked up at me and I saw her angelic face and perfect lips around my cock, I just lost it. She'd admitted to me earlier that she didn't swallow. Okay, sue me, I made one small adjustment to her. She smiled as she took my load down her throat. I made sure she wouldn't remember that part in the morning, but I hadn't wanted to make a mess.

While she was doing this, and I was laying on the bed, Antonia lay on the floor, her face to Susan's pussy again, situated where Susan knelt on the floor.

After swallowing, Susan worked my cock like a pro, getting me hard again. Didn't take a lot of effort. If you had someone who looked like Rebecca Romjin-Stamos working your dick, it doesn't take much, believe me. Then she climbed up on top of me and Antonia worked Susan's ass as she rocked back and forth. I came like a madman from watching her tits jiggling and Susan's persistent, delicate nibbling on my chest.

I was hardly conscious enough to do it, but I gave Antonia a three hundred dollar tip and showed her the door. I collapsed next to Susan where she'd already fallen asleep, her hands clasped under her face, a contented smile on her lips.