"You want to show more skin today"

Jeanie smiled, as the rings slow warmth filled my hand quickly and slowly ebbed back to normal. "Great job, Ringmaster." She clapped happily. "Seems like a little mental resistance, but I bet the extra tips outweigh the shame." We both turned to Claudia, eager to see how the power would take effect. Finishing with her table, she flagged down her manager to tell them something, and quickly stepped toward the back of the diner. Her route took her past our table, giving us a look at her quickly bouncing chest and her nervous, blushed face. We made eye contact and she turned a deeper red, quickly glancing away, while her hands fidgeted with her top few buttons. "Wasn't showing too much more skin. I guess more is subjective." Jeanie mused, a little crestfallen. I had my doubts. The energy I felt was too big for this outcome. I glanced over a menu, feeling famished from the ring use. "Yeah, you're gonna wanna treat ring use like a workout. Keep your carbs up. Stay hydrated..." I tuned out Jeanie, thinking about what I was hungry for, besides the nagging answer of 'pussy' in the back of my head. Settling on a simple burger and fries, onions rings, milkshake, and a diet coke, I looked up to see what Jeanie was saying.

Only her mouth wasn't moving. It hung open, rather lewdly even without lust clouded vision. I think she was about to start drooling. I slid a napkin under her chin and looked for what she was staring at when a shaking voice spoke up to my side. "S-s-so, do you see anything you like? I mean...what can I do to you? FOR YOU!" Claudia's bright cheeks flushed a deep crimson, highlighting her blue eyes, now big as saucers from her Freudian slips. Not that I noticed. I was too busy being inches away from the heaving cleavage of our server. I guess her retreat to the back was for a wardrobe adjustment, and what an adjustment it was!

(Flashback)

"OK, Folks. I'll get this order started and be back with more bread short...ly." Claudia's cheery voice only faltered for an instant, as her mind grappled with an odd desire: I want to show more skin today. It sounded like any other thought, maybe a little more particular in word choice. Why would she want to show more skin? The tightness of her work uniform meant she was usually giving a show to customers regardless of skin visibility. Her black button up shirt usually bulged between the buttons due to the strain of her bust, And today had been worse, as her only clean bra was her lacy black one with red trim. Her 'sexy bra' for when her friends convinced her to leave her room on a Friday night to try to bring guys home, not that she ever accepted the offers from the guys this bra attracted. She had only worn it to work because the alternative was bra free, and this one at least blended with her top. Claudia needed a moment to herself to get her head straight. She quickly let her manager know she'd be in the back for a second. As she walked to the employee break room, she continued to grapple with her new desire, grasping for any rationalization. I have a nice body, I know I could flaunt it, and the tips will be better were convincing enough reasons to follow the command. Resolving to pop an extra button or two, she passed by the booth before the break room: her table with the single guy.

She didn't really mind that he was looking at her chest before, he caught her eye when he stumbled in, out of breath, like a criminal on the run. He took the farthest booth from the door, and seemed to be muttering to himself. Claudia joking told herself it was like one of her cheesy romance novels: the roguish renegade, escaping a troubled past, finding comfort in the soft bosom of his beautiful waitress protector, and he learns to love again. Sure this guy wasn't physically the type who'd be on the cover, but he was cute enough for her. Of course his immediate ogling took her from that fantasy really quickly. She almost threw him out before he confessed his grief. Ok, now it was really sounding like a romance novel, though less 'Dashing Hero' and more "Sensitive Poet.' She had given him a comforting pat on the shoulder and couldn't help but admire his muscle definition. Maybe under the shirt, he could be on a book cover.

This time, however his eye contact felt different, more alluring, more attractive. HE was more attractive. and he was watching her undo her top. Claudia blushed, more thoughts to grapple. He's an excuse to show skin. live your fantasy, just once. She quickly fell into a chair in the break room, a sheen of sweat starting to form on her skin. He's single, He'll feel flattered, he'll give you a good tip. that one made her blush more furiously at the double entendre. She had a habit of being the 'she' of 'that's what she said', especially when flustered. She slowly reached for a water bottle, savoring the cold rush to her core, centering her thoughts. _I want to show more skin today. _Her hands were one step ahead of her, never having stopped unbuttoning as she convinced herself to flaunt her goods. She was about 4 buttons down now, her highest clasped button straining under her perky, supported chest, red lace teasing along the curve of her tits. She gave her torso a test shake, flushing at the sight of her soft flesh jiggling and flopping like a lewd hentai. At least she couldn't find a way to show off more without risking job loss. Nothing could convince her to take that risk. She took a deep, bust filling breath, and returned to her table to serve him.

(Present day)

"Um..." Claudia peeped, embarrassed that she was being gawked at the exact same way as before, but she can't blame him this time. "Did you see something you like?" She asked, cursing her way to turn a phrase. At least it got a response.

"Milkshake." I blurted, forgetting everything I had wanted. Claudia's chest was on full display for me, a red glow painted her from forehead to bra line, and her labored breath made her chest grow and shrink hypnotically. "I mean, *cough* a milkshake, with a burger and fries, onion rings, and a diet coke, please." My hunger helped me stay focused, as well as the burning of my hand. I sat on it in an attempt to suppress the elevated heat that arrived with the waitress. I give Jeanie a quick side glance, raising my eyebrows in question.

"Humanuh Humanuh Humanuh" was all Jeanie could utter, as distracted as I was but under no social restrictions. I just had to bite my tongue for a little while.

"Of c-course" Claudia stammered, happy that the man seemed to be ignoring the situation, even though she had wanted him to see. Didn't she? He wants me to show more skin today. That phrasing of her previous intrusive thought sounded more accurate somehow, but her train of thought from earlier cemented him as a reason to show off. Even if it shouldn't have be a convincing reason, her body still responded. "Well. If there's anythING? I can do for you," she started her server script by memory but was caught off guard as her hands quickly retreat to behind her pert rear, pulling her shoulders back and jutting out her blushing breasts. "Just wave me DOwn," just as quickly, Claudia felt her waist bend, causing her tits to hang more freely, threatening to spill out of her top. "and I'll come...OVER TO YOUR TABLE!" She fumbled to pick up my menu and quickly sprang back straight up. Her sloshing breasts settled after a moment, and I could make out the hint of darker nipple skin peeking over the bra's red lace. She wished she could throw the menu over her naughty titties, but her arms refused to cooperate. She quickly ran to the kitchen to pass off my order and hide her face some more.

Only when Claudia was fully out of sight, did Jeanie speak. "DuuuuUUUUDE! :D that was amazing. her tits were like :0 and her shirt was like ;), and her bra was like >:3c. Did you give her more commands and not tell me? Oh shit, how's your hand?" She asked, genuine fear flashed across her eyes as she realized she wasn't being a good Ring Bitch again. "Oh fuck you're looking kinda hot now. Not 'burn your finger off from uncontained reality altering power' hot but more like 'I'd willingly sit next to you on a public bus' hot. Lemme see your hand." I pulled it out from under my butt, happy there was no longer hot metal branding my cleftal horizon. She whistled, impressed. "That's a spicy meatball. Here this'll help." she quickly put my ring finger in her mouth, slowly swirling her tongue around it, and it surprisingly did help, like good water pressure in a cold, rainy summer. Jeanie still had some tricks up her...chains. "Alright this is interesting." Jeanie popped my finger out, gently massaging the ring around my finger with slow twists. "Looks like the ring is working overtime to keep your command going. That's the thing with time constraints." she continued, my finger had basically numbed to the pain, like using morphine. "Her internal self is gonna be debating your command throughout the day, as her acting out of character becomes less rationalizable. Luckily the ring has a failsafe; it'll warn you before the energy overtakes you, and you can end the command." When Jeanie was focused on the task at hand, she sounded much more in control, a reassuring presence during these painful ring surges. "I'd love to hear what she's thinking about all this. Heeeeey. You can make her! A simple honesty command will be easy for you, Ringmaster." I enjoyed Jeanie's focus being primarily on me for once. It was nice to be paid attention to. We enjoyed each other's company for a while, fantasizing about our future experiments with the ring. I told her if I gave her the name Jeanie, she could use my name instead of Ringmaster. ":D Jeanie and Petey. We can be Peanie!" she exclaimed excitedly, and I didn't mind in the slightest at the ridiculous couple name or her nickname for me.