Debt

"Veronica came from a wealthy family, but her father was a crook and lost everything. She had rang up thousands in debt, and her creditor was in the mob, and she is prostiuting herself out for him to pay off the debt."

"Nice," I said. There were twelve girls in the room, and each got a story. Professor Burgess had a great imagination, and some of the stories were pretty funny like the girl Tanya who was being blackmailed by her step-dad after she got drunk, passed out, and he filmed his golden retriever face fucking her. He was whoring her out so he could save up for a new sports car.

After all the stories, I had the girls prance around as if I was going to choose one, and they all did. By the end of class, I was pretty horny, but was saving myself for Roberta, so I put everyone back into a trance.

"Ladies, you will get dressed, but without your bras and panties. If you're wearing pants or shorts, you will put your panties on over your pants, if you are wearing a skirt, you will just leave your panties where you dropped them. For those of you with your panties over your pants, you'll forget you're dressed that way until someone points it out, and you'll feel very, very silly. All of you leaves your bras in the trash. Each of you will film yourself having sex this weekend and email Professor Burgess the video. Whoever had the kinkiest, wildest, and most invented sex will get extra credit. You must tell no one about this. If you are virgin, you will just film yourself masturbating in an inventive and kinky way. We will watch the videos in class Monday and have the boys vote on the best. Forget about the madam, brothel, and whore stuff."

I snapped my fingers, and the women dressed. The nine with the pants on had their panties over their pants. Bras were scattered around the room.

After I left, I headed to Roberta's class. Jordan, Veronica, and Eliza were all waiting for me. They were visibly agitated, and shifted from foot to foot. Each of them had her thong over her short shorts. "Can we go somewhere private?" asked Veronica.

"No, come with me!" said Jordan.

Before Eliza could speak, I stopped her. "Ladies, I have another class. Meet me under the clock tower. I'll be there between 11:45 and 12:15. Make sure you're there no matter what." I then put them back into a trance. "At 11:30, you'll grow very thirsty and buy a large iced tea from the cafe. When the clock tower strikes noon, you will wet yourselves. You will blame the other two for this, but you won't leave until I arrive."

I snapped them out of their trance, and left the three disappointed horny girls with itcy pussies and went to Roberta's class.

Roberta was wearing a tight black skirt, black sheer stockings, a tight white blouse, and her blazer was on the back of her chair. Her hair was up in a bun again. She smiled at me and blushed when I entered.