Play with herself

Screw it! thought Amanda, Let's see how far Mack can go before this place kicks her out.

"Hey Mack!" Amanda said, "Sleep!"

Mackenzie immediately leaned forward and let Amanda catch her face. She didn't even need to whisper the incantation anymore.

"Mackenzie, whenever I say 'play' you'll begin playing with yourself. You won't realize you're doing it unless you hear someone say 'naked.' You also won't be able to stop until I say 'stop.' Do you understand?"

"I understand." Mackenzie said, cementing the command in her mind.

"Great, now wake up!"

Mackenzie roused herself and blinked awake again.

"Wake up, Mack!" Amanda said just as their food arrived, "I swear you need to get more sleep, girl."

"Oh, sorry." Mackenzie muttered, staring at the plate of pancakes in front of her. "I guess I do."

"Please enjoy your meal!" Charlotte said as she left.

Mackenzie's hands went behind her back and a moment later her bra slid off her shoulders. Her lovely round breasts were bared to the diners, many of whom were still watching the underdressed redhead. One person audibly spit out their drink in surprise. Over two dozen sets of eyes were soon on Mackenzie's chest, with her nipples hardening in the cool air. Still completely oblivious, Mackenzie grabbed her fork and knife, ready to dig into her breakfast.

Well now, we can't just leave those lovely ladies out in the open and unattended to, Amanda thought.

"Hey Mack," Amanda said, swirling syrup all over her pancakes. "Do you ever play with your food?"

Mackenzie immediately dropped her utensils and clapped both hands to her breasts. "Uh..." she said as she began massaging her boobs, "Not really?"

"Just curious." Amanda said, digging into her pancakes. As she ate she had a front row seat of Mackenzie kneading and squeezing her breasts, slowly at first, but slowly picking up in speed and ferocity. As her fingers tweaked her nipples, one hand made its way under the table. Soft moans grew louder and louder as Mackenzie's hands began moving faster and faster. The whispers that had filled the diner had grown to low murmurs as more and more people noticed the redhead blatantly playing with herself. Soon people were beginning to outright shout at the spectacle. Some in appreciation and some in anger.

Soon enough, a burly man sped over to the girls' table, staring daggers at Mackenzie's display.

"What the fuck are you doing?!?" he shouted.

"Huh?" was all Mackenzie managed to say in between the moans escaping her mouth.

"Stop!" he shouted, "This is a family restaurant and you need to leave. Right now!"

"What's wrong?" Mackenzie asked, genuinely confused.

The man, presumably the manager, grabbed Mackenzie by the forearm and stood her up, revealing that her other hand was indeed down her panties. "Alright, let's go, crazy naked chick."

Mackenzie suddenly snapped out of her obliviousness, realizing she was virtually naked and realizing that she was fondling herself in the middle of the diner!

"AHH!!" she shouted, unable to stop her self-stimulation, yet embarrassed by it all the same. "OH MY GOD!" A small round of applause went through the restaurant as the redhead was walked out of the diner, wearing nothing but a pair of blue panties.

Amanda took one last bite of her meal before standing up and dropping some cash on the table. She glanced at the items of clothing littering the booth and grabbed the discarded tank top on a whim before darting after her friend.

Amanda caught up with her just outside the diner. Mackenzie was standing on the sidewalk, still fondling herself like crazy.

"Amanda!" she gasped between moans. "Help! I don't know what happened to my clothes! And I can't! Stop!"

Amanda took one last look at her friend's impressive display, which was starting to draw a small crowd, before deciding that was enough for now.

"Of course you can stop!" Amanda said, "Get ahold of yourself, Mack!"

Mackenzie's hands slowly stopped grabbing and moving as the panting girl tried to catch her breath.

"I... I don't know what came over me there..." she panted, "Or where my clothes went!"

"Here, take this," Amanda said, tossing Mackenzie the tank top, "This was the only other thing you were wearing in there."

"What?" Mackenzie gasped, hurriedly donning the shirt, "But I put on a full outfit this morning!"

"Don't you remember?" Amanda asked, "You were so tired this morning you practically slept-walked here! I was wondering why you walked into the diner without any pants, and you said you were up all night with some horrible nightmare."

"I did?" Mackenzie said, face still deeply flushed, "But... I thought..."

"Hey, trust me, okay?"

"Okay, that must be right." Mackenzie said, "I can't believe I barely got dressed this morning! And was playing with myself in public! This is so embarrassing. I need to get home right now."

"What?" Amanda said, putting her arm around Mackenzie's shoulders, "What are you talking about Mack? You're fine just as you are."

"Huh..." Mackenzie said glancing down at her gray tank top and sky blue panties, "I guess I am, aren't I? What was I so embarrassed about?"

"Ah, it doesn't matter." Amanda said, "Come on, the day is young!"