messing with the hippie chicks

You stroll over to the guitarist and the hippie chicks. They look at you and give you phony smiles.

"Hello, I'm Simon. Tell me your names."

"Chastity," says the blonde.

"Nicole," says the brunette.

"Jeremy," says the guitarist.

"Cool, I see you're enjoying the music. Chastity you would enjoy it more if you were massaging Nicole's ass while Jeremy played."

"Fuck off!" said Nicole.

"yeah, get lost freak!" said Jeremey.

You notice Chastity just staring at Nicole.

"Jeremy, shut up and play and try not to think about how much waching Chastity massage Nicole's ass would turn you on. Nicole, you would LOVE to have Chastity massage your ass while Jeremy played. Since you told me to 'Fuck off,' pull your panties down to your ankles, pull your dress up to your armpits and politely ask Chastity to massage your ass."

Nicole looked confused and a bit frigthened, but she reached under her dress and pulled her white cotton panties with small pink flowers to her anklels. She then lifted her dress to her arm pits and looked at Chastity, "Chastity, could you please massage my ass?"

Chastity did not say a word, but walked over to Nicole, stood in front of her, reacher her arms around her friend and started massaging her ass.

"Wow, that turns all three of you on," you say. "You three will stay here until Jeremy plays every song he knows. Now Nicole, leave your panties around your ankles until you get home and show everyone you pass today your bare ass. Jeremy, when you are finished, massage your cock through your jeans until you cum. Chastity, keep massaging Nicole's ass for another two songs, then after that spank her as hard as you can for the next two songs. Oh, and all of this was Nicole's idea."

You watch Chastity lean closer so that her tits mashed a bit into Nicole's tits as the former massaged the latter's bare ass. You also notice the bulge in Jeremy's jeans.

Suddenly you lovely scene is interrupted by the older blonde in the black dress. "What is going on here?" she demanded to know.

"Who are you?" you ask.

"I'm Penelope Hartwell, Dean of Admissions, and this must stop!"

You notice her assistant, the young brunette, standing behind her looking scared. You don't want anything to interrupt your fun.