A Test for Stephanie

Natalie was toying with her food as she listened to her cousin. Steph was going on about some meeting or other she'd had with an old friend. Usually, Natalie would have been all ears, Stephanie was pretty funny when she wanted to be, and she was telling the story with gusto.

Not this time, though. This time, Natalie was considering what to do, how far to go, what her cousin might actually enjoy. It was kind of weird for her, if she were honest with herself. Natalie was used to doing whatever she wanted, and not worrying about it at all, but Stephanie was different, and she didn't want to put the poor girl through something she wouldn't enjoy, even if she could make it so no one remembered later.

So, she decided on a test even as Stephanie continued to talk, unaware of what was really going on. Natalie reached out with her powers, trying to find someone nearby who would be able to play the role she was imagining. It didn't take long, the manager of the restaurant they were eating at was nearby, and had been eyeing the two of them for a few minutes now. Natalie had gotten used to looking for things like that, things she could turn to her advantage. Quickly and effortlessly, she reached into his mind, and planted her suggestion, while at the same time, modifying Stephanie's perceptions just a little bit, enough so that, when the man came over a moment later, Stephanie couldn't find her money.

Natalie sat back in her chair as her cousin went through her pockets again and again, becoming increasingly embarrassed as she failed to find the money for the meal she'd bought. All the while, the manager leered down at them.

"Forgot how to pay?" He asked with a grin.

"I...um..." Stephanie flushed red. "I mean, I was sure that I had my money on me but I must have dropped it... c-can I pay you back later?"

The man shook his head.

"Not likely." He said. "Even if you promised to pay me back, you'd probably just leave and I'd never see you again."

"Well, um... can we wash dishes or something?"

"What do you think this is, the nineteen eighties?" The man said. "We don't do that sort of thing. Do you know how much having non-staff members in the kitchen would kill us if there was a safety inspection?"

"Well, what do you want?" Stephanie asked, looking up at him. "I don't have the money I thought I did, and if you're not going to let me leave to get more..."

"Well..." The man said, his eyes moved from Stephanie to Natalie. Natalie felt a flicker of interest at that. She'd planted the thought, but she hadn't expected him to include her as well! "What about your bra?"

"M-my bra?" Stephanie sat back in her chair, her face blank as though she hadn't heard him right. Then, her eyes focused, and she gazed at him even more intently. "You can't be serious."

"Why not?" The man said. "You're a pretty lady, aren't you? I bet you have a cute bra. Why don't you give it to me, and we'll call it even? Your friend there too."

Stephanie flushed red, and even Natalie felt a spike of mortification as she gazed around the restaurant. It wasn't full, but there were a few people here and there. If they took off their tops, they'd be seen for sure! Natalie felt a thrill running through her body, and by the look of it, so did Stephanie, though she did her best to hide it. Her face was flush, and her eyes wide, as if the very thought was beyond her.

"Either that..." The man said, "Or we can call the police and have them sort it out? I'm sure you'd be able to go home eventually, but I wonder how long you'd be tied up there? A few hours? A day even? Maybe a night in the cells?"

Natalie said nothing, Stephanie was caught between her conflicting desire and the humiliation of the moment. But after a moment, she nodded curtly.

"Fine." She said. "Is that okay with you, Nat?"

"Doesn't seem like we have much of a choice, does it?" Natalie said through grated teeth.

"No." Steph agreed. "No, it doesn't."

Natalie felt her skin start to prickle as she took hold of her top, her hands clothed around the fabric about her waist, and she started to draw it upwards, exposing her belly. She could feel the manager's eyes on her the moment she did. He was hungry, lustful, she knew he was capturing every inch she showed to him. The thought made her feel hot, and a moment later, her top was sitting on the table,. and she was only in her bra. The cold air felt odd against her skin, and she looked around, wondering if anyone was looking at them just yet. With a deep breath, she unclipped her bra, feeling it's constant pressure against her check go slack. She covered her breasts with one arm as it slid down her front, landing on the table.

"There." She said. She reached for her top, but the man stopped her with a wave.

"Not just yet." He said. "Next, your friend. I want the two of you to take off your bras before you get any sort of cover."

"But anyone could see!" Natalie protested, looking around again. Naked form the waist up, she acutely felt the danger of the moment. Any moment now, someone would turn around and see her like this. Then, people would start to talk and whisper, and point to her, phones might come out, cameras would flash...

"Steph..." She said. "Come on, before we're seen!"

Stephanie growled, but knew that she had **** either. Her face burned brightly red with embarrassment as she pulled up her tight top, letting it fall to the table beside Natalie's. Under her top, she was wearing a lazy black bra which hugged her chest tightly. Natalie felt a jolt of surprise, her cousin's bust was larger than she had expected, about half again the size of her own. As Stephanie's trembling fingers undid the straps of her bra, and it fell forwards onto the table, Natalie got a good look at her chest. She gulped, the moment felt almost intimate. Yeah, she'd put herself through things like this before, but it had always been alone. This was the first time she'd shared it with someone else.

"That's it." The man chuckled, reaching for the table. His hands closed around the fabric of the bras, feeling Stephanie's lacy one, and then Natalie's far more boring plain white one. "These two are going up on my wall."

"Gross." Natalie said. "Is that what you like to show to the girls you take home? Stolen bras?"

"Would you like to add your panties to the price?" The man growled at her. "'cus I could do with some more, if you get my drift."

"That's enough." Stephanie said, wrapping one arm around her chest as best she could. "We've done what you wanted, so the debt is paid, right?"