Cross Denise's mental wires

You think it would be fun to push Denise over the edge with lust. You wish that Denise won't harm you no matter how angry she gets, and that the angrier she gets with you, the more gradually horny she will get. Other than that, you wish that she and her friends will do whatever physical education exercises you set for them, and that they won't do anything to prevent you from touching them however you like.

You decide to get Denise on her way by walking up to her, your cock bobbing as you approach her, placing one hand on a shapely hip. She tenses up, straightening up, and involuntarily clenching her buttocks. "Denise," you say, "this will go much better for you if you realize that I'm in control here. Take my word for it: you'll be sucking on my knob before the period is over."

Denise gasps and blushes, appalled that you would say such a thing. "You're a nobody. I don't know why everyone is doing what you want, but you can't **** me to do anything. I'm stronger than you."

"But not stronger than your own pussy," you tease her. "You try to hide it by being mean, but I know your body burns for my touch."

"Why would I want you to touch me!?" she fumes.

"Why not?" says one of her friends (Janine, you think her name is). "He's hot! That's why everyone lets him in the girls' change room!" she extemporizes. "And just look at the pole he's got growing out of his lap..." Janine and Denise's other friends giggle.

"Okay, girls, enough dirty talk," you admonish. "Out to the gym!" The girls all turn around to the gym door; you walk up alongside Denise, reaching across her back to grasp a butt cheek, and follow them.

"I'm going to kill you," Denise threatens, as a blush spreads down her ample chest.