Plotting

It was 1:45. Reggie walked into the kitchen and found Eve wiping down the counters. She did not notice Reggie enter. "YOU HAVE ALWAYS FOUND REGGIE'S FRIENDS SEXY AND WOULD LOVE IT IF THEY LUSTED FOR YOU. HAVING THEM LUST FOR YOU MAKES _YOU _LUST FOR THEM AND MAKES YOU VERY HORNY!"

"Eve," said Reggie. "Have you invited Holly over yet?"

Eve turned around. "Oh, Reggie, didn't hear you come in. Yes, she's coming over for dinner at 6."

"Good, my friends Rick and Clark are coming to."

Reggie watched a playful smile cross Eve's lips. "Oh good," she said, "I always liked your friends even if I didn't show it."

Lying bitch, thought Reggie. She had never had a nice word to say about his friends. "Well, I want this kitchen spotless. When you do the floor, you must scrub it on your hands and knees, and when you are serving dinner to our guests, you can only wear an apron and high heels.._.nothing _else. Got it?"

Eve blushed. "Yes, Reggie."

"And do your hair and makeup very sexy for tonight. I'm going out for a few things. If you need anything, you'll have to wait for McKenzie to come back and get her car, or if she is not back in time, make dinner with what we have."

"Sure thing, and thanks again for letting me stay here," said Eve.

Reggie rolled his eyes and left. He got in the car and called his friends and told them they had to come over at 6 pm, and both agreed. He then looked up the address to an adult toy store on his phone and drove to it. He bought a paddle, padded handcuffs, ball gag, blind fold, and a remote control vibrator that could fit inconspicuously under a woman's panties. He then went to a sidewalk cafe for lunch.

At the cafe, he sat right next to the sidewalk. He saw two teens heading down the sidewalk. Both were white but had sagging pants and ball caps with straight brims. They were talking loudly and cursing. "DROP YOUR PANTS TO YOUR ANKLES AND LEAVE THEM THERE!"

The two boys stopped, undid their jeans and let them sag to their ankles. They looked at each other in shock.

"HOLD YOUR FRIEND'S HAND AND STICK YOUR OTHER THUMB IN HIS MOUTH! KEEP YOUR HANDS IN PLACE!"

The boy on the right reached down with his left hand and took the other boy's right hand. They then stuck their thumbs in each other's mouths.

"YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO STOP HOLDING HIS HAND OR TAKE YOUR THUMB OUT OF HIS MOUTH UNTIL YOU WALK AROUND THE BLOCK TEN TIMES! YOU WILL SUCK ON HIS THUMB AS YOU WALK! START WALKING!"

The two boys shuffled off down the sidewalk, eyes wide, and sucking on each other's thumbs.

A table of four women in their late twenties or early thirties were seated near Reggie. They were dressed like suburban housewives in khaki capri pants, yoga pants, or jeans. They were all prettier than average. As Reggie sipped his iced-tea, he listened to them complain about their husbands playing golf too much. Apparently, the four's husbands all played together. Reggie smiled. He used his power to see if he could reach all four at once: "WHEN YOUR HUSBAND COMES HOME FROM GOLF, YOU FIND HIM VERY SEXY AND MUST LICK HIS BALLS AND SUCK HIS COCK AS SOON AS YOU CAN! YOU LOVE LICKING YOU HUSBAND'S BALLS AND SUCKING HIS COCK AFTER HE COMES HOME FROM TENNIS! YOU LOVE DOING IT ON YOUR KNEES, AND WHEN HE CUMS IN YOUR MOUTH, YOU HAVE A TERRIFIC ORGASM! YOU LOVE THE TASTE OF SEMEN!"

"You know," said one of the women, "I really don't mind Frank playing golf; in fact, I think it's rather masculine and sexy."

The other women agreed. They were seated at a square table with a woman on each side. Reggie decided to have some fun with them: "AS LONG AS YOU ARE WITH THEM TODAY, YOU WILL NOTICE THE OTHER WOMEN AT THIS TABLE HAVE THE WORST, MOST FOUL SMELLING BREATH YOU HAVE EVER SMELLED, BUT YOU DO NOT WANT TO EMBARRASS THEM BY TELLING THEM! YOU CAN SMELL THEIR HORRENDOUSLY FOUL BREATH EVERY TIME THEY SPEAK. WHEN YOU SPEAK TO THEM, YOU WILL LEAN IN CLOSER TO THE TABLE! IF THERE IS A LULL IN THE CONVERSATION, TRY TO START A NEW TOPIC!

Reggie watched as when one woman would speak, she would lean in, and the other three would lean back. Each would brush a hand under her nose or try to find a way to try to cover it and not do anything that would lead the speaker to suspect she had bad breath.

"YOUR NIPPLES REALLY ITCH. THE LONGER YOU SIT AT THIS TABLE, THE WORSE THE ITCH WILL GET! YOU WILL TRY NOT TO LET ANYONE KNOW THEY ITCH, AND TRY TO SATISFY THE ITCH IN SUBTLE WAYS, BUT YOU WILL _NOT _LEAVE THE TABLE! YOUR NIPPLES WILL ITCH UNTIL YOU CAN GIVE THEM A GOOD SCRATCH IN PRIVATE!"

Reggie enjoyed the scene he created. Each woman was desperately trying to find a way to scratch her nipples without being obvious about it: brushing her shirt down or smoothing her shirt, folding her arms and moving them up and down slightly, arching her back in the hopes it would cause her nipples to rub against the fabric of her bra. At the same time, they each were being repulsed by her friends' breath. It was a delightfully madcap scene.

Reggie kept enjoying the scene as he finished his lunch. The two boys came around two more times, each time looking red-faced and humiliated and confused.