Try to hide it.

“Well…” you stammer, “no. No reason.”

“Ha!” Amy points at you. “You’re hiding something!”

“I’m not hiding anything. I don’t have any sex **** thoughts.”

Ellen sits up. “You know what you should do, Amy? You should hypnotize him.”

“Great idea!” Amy hops off the bed and starts shifting through the stuff on her desk.

“No,” you say, not trusting the two girls at all. “No way you’re hypnotizing me.”

“Oh that’s funny,” says Amy without looking up from her desk, “You’re saying no? I thought you wanted to have sex again.”

You sigh. There’s no point in fighting it, they’re going to hypnotize you into being a sex ****. Actually, that’s not such a bad idea. You’re suddenly unsure why you were fighting this.

Amy finds a large pen. She guides you to a chair and sits in another chair across from you. “All righty-oh! Sit back, relax, and focus on the very tip of this pen.”

You follow her instructions and watch the tip of the pen as she slowly swings it back and forth. Over the next several minutes she does all the usual stage magician things: counting down, tell you that you’re sleepy, etc. Eventually you feel very peaceful, almost like a light buzz.

“Scott?” says Amy.

“Hmmm?” you reply.

“What made you ask about Ellen being my sex ****?”

“Because I was hoping to make her my sex **** this weekend.”

Amy grins evilly while Ellen tries not to laugh. Amy continues. “Really? And what would Ellen do as your silky little sex ****?”

“She’d have sex with me whenever I want.”

“And what else?”

“Oral sex, too.”

Amy tries to keep her voice calm, but a little impatience slips in. “Yeah, sex on demand, but what else?”

“That’s it.”

“That’s it?” says Amy. “How can that be it?”

Ellen leans in close to her lover. “He’s probably serious, Amy. Guys don’t put a lot of creativity into their fantasies.”

“Well, there has to be something interesting in this boy. Scott, what’s the most scandalous thing you ever did with a girl?”

You pause. There’s a very good reason why you shouldn’t tell her this, but right now your head is too foggy to remember it. “I had a party in high school. Ellen got drunk and passed out.”

Amy’s eyes arch in anticipation. Ellen smiles and shakes her head at the redhead, seemingly to say that she’s in for a disappointing story.

“I took her to an empty bedroom and opened her shirt. I felt her big tits and then jacked off on her.”

Ellen’s jaw drops and it’s Amy’s turn to hold back laughter. Amy turns and sees the growing anger in the blond girl’s eyes. “Oh, don’t get mad. I’ve know a lot of guys who would do worse. It’s actually a lot like the story of how you and I first hooked up, except you woke up in the middle of that.”

The rage leaves Ellen’s eyes, but is replaced with a playful deviousness. “Maybe, but we should still punish him.”

Amy looks back at you. You try to look at her face, but all you can focus on is the tip of her pen, moving back and forth, back and forth.