Tempting, but to keep this going would be to destroy all the years of friendship we had. Granted, it wouldn't matter how mad she was if I could still command her to do whatever I wanted. But I didn't think I was that... heartless. I would be destroying her life, and I didn't want to do that.
As I debated my options, Grace squirmed in her seat, occasionally putting her hand down into her lap, only to quickly put it back on the table. She looked at me, visibly torn. I could tell she wanted to give in to her powerful lust with me as the lucky partner. But she also still had a sliver of self-control and didn't actually want to do that with me.
That's what really decided it for me. If she had any inkling of desire for me, she probably would have acted on it by now.
“Stop,” I told her. “Stop feeling so horny right now.”
Her body, which had gotten more and more tensed up, suddenly relaxed as she gave a long exhale.
“That... that was terrifying,” she said. “Ron, whatever you're doing, you have to stop. Not just for my sake, but for your own. This could make into you a monster!”
“I know,” I said, solemnly.
“Like, I don't feel comfortable being in the same room as you right now. I just feel ashamed and ****,” she rambled. “I wish I could just forget any of this ever happened”
Well, now, there was an idea...
“Grace, forget everything that happened after you got here this evening,” I said, unable to hide the bit of excitement in my voice. Her eyes glassed over for a second as she stared past me. Then she shook her head and focused again.
“Grace?”
“I'm sorry,” she said. “I spaced out for a second.” Then she wiggled in her seat and glanced into her lap, confused. Noticing the beer on the table in front of her, she looked around and then looked at me. “What the hell?” she mumbled to herself.
“Yeah, sorry, I guess the technical talk got a little boring for you,” I said. “But I think I got it worked out. Thanks, Grace, you've been a big help. I don't want to keep you too late.” I stood up, and Grace followed suit.
“How has it already been an hour?” she asked, looking at her phone. “I just got here.”
“Really?” I replied. “I guess time flies when you're debugging an app.”
“That's not how the saying goes,” she joked back.
So she obviously forgot everything. But does that mean she forgot the app? And if so, would she still obey me?
One quick test. I picked up the bottle of beer “Hey, Grace, don't waste your beer, eh? Finish it before you leave.”
Grace wrinkled her nose in disgust but still put the bottle to her lips and tilted it back. She drank the rest of the bottle in one go, then followed that with a gagging noise as she put the bottle in the sink. “Why on earth did I do that?” she asked. I only shrugged. But inside, I was smiling.
She would do whatever I told her. And she wouldn't know why.
And I had probably a dozen women lined up behind her who would react the same way.
Time to meet them.
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