More fun

As he entered the living room, John thought that his mental suggestions had not taken. Several couples were making out, some on the couches and chairs, and some while standing against the walls. He was relieved when he checked their mental states to find that this was just the normal level of high school teenager horniness. Others in the room were just chatting or dancing to the music. Everyone who saw him waved or nodded to him, and nobody either questioned whether he should be attending the party or approached him to **** him.

So, his last commands worked. He decided to have a bit more fun with this crowd. There were several people who had caused him pain over the years, because of his firm position in the geek camp.

Over in a corner, he saw Angela Clemens, a beautiful Hispanic girl with a curvaceous body and big lips that would look great wrapped around his fat prick. In his sophomore year, she had greatly embarrassed him once in gym class when he’d tripped in volleyball and landed facedown on the floor. “Going on a trip? Had a great fall!” she had said loud enough for everyone to hear, causing her coterie of girlfriends and several others to laugh derisively. And once, her boyfriend at the time, Brad Hicks, who he’d seen earlier, had locked him out of the locker room with only a towel on. She had seen him in the hall trying to get back in before someone saw him, and had said, “Lose something, Doe?” More derisive laughter. These weren’t the only incidents, just the ones that stuck in his mind the most.

He remembered the little striptease he had interrupted Karen from performing and decides that letting Angela follow through with it would be a good punishment. His thoughts coalesced around her mind, and he looked around inside a bit first. One thing that interested him was the image of her taking money out of the cash register at her job as a cashier at her dad’s clothing store. He also noticed on digging deeper that she liked getting spanked by her boyfriends. Both of those tidbits might be useful later.

He proceeded with connecting the idea of stripping for an audience to her pleasure center and then sending the suggestion to do a striptease. A decent hip hop song with lots of beat was playing, and he watched as her body started to sway to the music.

Suddenly, she darted out from the corner and stood on the low coffee table in the middle of the room. She slowly turned while dancing to the music. Those who weren’t busy feeling someone up turned to look at her. She began playing with the buttons on her silk blouse, which was stretched quite a bit by her large, round tits. After the first two were open and her lacy, black bra was visible, the crowd cheered her on. Her hips were rocking back and forth to the rhythm, and she had a big smile on her face.

Once she had the shirt unbuttoned, she held it closed and twirled around some more and then started flashing it open and shut, giving them all a brief look at her bra and pierced belly button. Most of the room was standing now, including those who had been sucking face. To many hoots and wolf whistles, she whipped the shirt completely off and threw it over the heads of the crowd. She really had a fine rack, and they were gyrating and wobbling like a couple of water balloons as she danced.

She opened the button on her hip hugger jeans and pulled the sides apart, revealing her matching black lace panties. She turned around and stuck her perfect ass toward John, shaking it sexily. She lowered her pants and wiggled again, before pulling them up. Then she turned back and jutted her butt backward to give those behind her the same show. Because she was leaning over to push her backside out, you get a great look down her impressive cleavage. Somebody smacked her ass, and she shook her head ‘No’ and waggled a finger at him. “Don’t touch! Strip joint rules!” she said as a warning, but she was still smiling.

The hollering had drawn people from other parts of the house. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tiffany with her skirt on, but no shirt – just the bra. She was watching the festivities and whistling with the rest of them. It looked like she’d cleaned up his sperm from her body. He wondered if she got Heather’s help. The thought of the two of them licking his jism off each other’s bodies made his manhood pulse in his pants.

Angela spun back around and repeated dropping her jeans, but this time, she let them fall to the table and kicked them over the assembled heads. They landed into Tiffany’s arms, who raised them over her head in triumph. She danced around in a circle to the music, shaking her booty and her remarkable tits. She really was a gorgeous woman; too bad she didn’t have a nicer personality.

“Take it all off!” some guy shouted from behind her.

Angela smiled and yelled, “I’m gettin’ there!” She was now rubbing her bra-clad breasts, pushing them together and playfully twirling her fingertips over her nipples. Her hands went behind her back and she unhooked her bra. Bringing her hands forward to cup her bra over her breasts, one arm at a time, she slipped out of the shoulder straps while pressing the thin material to her tits with her other hand. While still circling around, she briefly flipped up the bra cups to flash some titty, only to put it back and repeat the flashing a quarter turn at a time around the table. Lots of yelling ensued, and the room was now totally packed with people from all over the house. In four flourishes, she had shown her boobs to the entire crowd. Then she flung the bra aside and vigorously shook her glorious mounds as she danced around and around.

He put one tiny little notion into her head, and she began looking into the crowd. When she saw him, she grinned lustily at him and motioned him closer with a crick of her finger. He walked over to the table, stepping around people in the throng. He stepped right up to Angela, and she bent her knees slightly to get his head at just the right height. Then she grabbed his head and plunged it into her tits, wiggling them on his face. He luxuriated in the sweet, sweaty smell of her and the soft touch of her tit-flesh. After a minute of breast-slapping him, she pushed him back into the press of people. He thought he was hard before, but now he had got a nuclear missile in his pants.