She is delighted.

Pastel’s jaw dropped as she watched a stunning curvy brunette drop down and twerk next to her friend in the cabin bathroom. Even beneath her jeans and blouse, Pastel could tell that Mary was stacked. She started to laugh with pure joy, fighting the urge to let her head tilt back so that she could keep her eyes on the screen. “Well hello there, beauty! Angie, turn around and freeze just like that with your legs open. New girl, go ahead and take those clothes off and match her pose.”

*Click.*

Angela stood and dropped back down again, legs wide open to give her iPhone camera a nice view of her pussy. The video on Pastel’s end was paused, so Ange could only see the letter P ringed in lilac purple staring back at her. Mary stood too, stripping off her sensible clothes before joining Angela to face the camera. The only difference in posture between the two was produced by one of Angela’s extra residual commands. Without being told otherwise, the athletic blonde was still compelled to wear her four-inch heels, forcing her to arch her back just a bit more than her thicker friend.

On the other side of the call, Pastel was still smiling wide. Mary’s soft curves were a lovely contrast to Angela’s fit body. She would have plenty of fun with these two. “Since we haven’t met before, why don’t we get the introductions out of the way? Tell me a little about yourself. What’s your name? Were you from? Oh, and most importantly, how much of Angie and I’s little chat did you hear? No being sneaky, tell the truth, pretty lady.”

*Click.*

The words started rushing out of Mary’s mouth as the compulsion to speak took hold. “My name’s Mary Albridge. I’m from Michigan. I’m a supervisor and scheduling manager at a mid-size temp agency. I overheard you saying to ‘keep listening closely’ after I came to check on Angela. I felt the click from that command and I was stuck. I heard everything after that.”

Pastel thought as much. “Alright then, Mary from Michigan, so how do you feel about your new dress code?”

“Terrible!” Mary’s brow furrowed, emphatically communicating her displeasure. “Nobody at my work would ever take me seriously if I showed up in any of it. I might even get fired.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line. After a few moments, Pastel almost softly whispered, “Yeah, I guess that makes sense.” Her voice regained its strength as she continued on, almost teasing the exposed women. “I can see how that might be a problem for you. Angie next to you apparently had quite the reaction when I mentioned changing her job if I felt like it too. Tell you what, Michigan Mary, why don’t we have some fun? How long are you on your little friendly retreat for?”

Mary hoped to be very cautious in responding, although the click ringing in her head hurried her along to answer more than she’d like. “We’re staying here five days. A full week off with the weekends for travel, basically. We’ll all be leaving Saturday morning.” Angela squatted silently on her heels next to her, trapped in her pose and unable to speak without another command to do so from Pastel. She really hoped her vacation was not about to become worse.

“Let’s play a game this week then, girls. Every day, I’ll text you two a task to complete. For every successful day, I’ll adjust your dress code to be a bit more… professional. Every day you fail though… well, let’s just say I’ll give you a command that I think would be very funny for you to deal with. How’s that sound? It’s not an order to play. You can have your dress code as is and just go about your holiday. I’ll give you a few minutes to confer. Hop in the shower and chat, babes!”

*Click.*

The two stood up, but as they entered Pastel couldn’t help but add one more command as she watched them jiggle their way into the shower. “Oh, no washing yourself! You have to wash each other!”

*Click.*

Angela groaned at that, though she was glad to finally be allowed to kick off her high heels. Mary just blushed crimson red. As they got in the shower, the two women stood for a moment, contemplating their situation. Mary spoke first, somewhat unsteady and embarrassed to be naked in front of her friend. And especially embarrassed to have to wash each other. “So, um… what do you think we do? Should we take her up on the deal?”

Angela looked at Mary’s body gently shaking in the warm water. She pulled her slightly taller friend in for a hug. “Hey, it’s ok. We’ll be ok.”

Mary warmly returned the hug as water splashed down their bodies. She was afraid. It was rare anyone could command her to begin with, and it was even rarer that they would be able to do so in a context that allowed them to really take advantage of it. The only person she regularly had to take orders from was one of her girls at work, and she mostly just used it to play cheap office pranks on her boss every now and then. It was nothing like this.

Angela was more familiar with these kinds of situations. Plenty of people could take advantage of her thanks to her faithfulness to the smaller-side-of-average Rod, and lots of them did. It was extremely rare for a man to use their status to actually have sex with a lower-class woman; by having sex, the higher status would be passed on to her, and then all bets would be off once she was free of her orders. Blowjobs, however, were increasingly common. The only thing that kept her mouth from suffering constant **** when she had to ride public transportation was her wedding band, and the more unscrupulous folks in the world often didn’t care too much about that either. The last time she rode the bus was because her car broke down, and it wasn’t a pleasant experience. The bigger-than-Rod bus driver took a liking to Angela as soon as she got on, making the stacked personal trainer strip down and use her mouth as his personal fleshlight and cock-warmer until he finished his shift. By the time she got home that night, naked and covered in cum after someone stole her bag while her lips were stuck around the driver’s shaft, she had swallowed more of his loads than she could count. The only good that came out of it in her view was that it made Rod more than happy to trade in her old Honda for a much newer Mercedes.

The water kept running down Mary’s back as Angela finally broke their embrace. “We should do it.” Angela spoke with confidence, a kind of fire in her eyes Mary recognized from far too many long nights out with her in undergrad. “If we say no, we both are stuck with shitty clothes that will probably get us fired. Well, maybe not get me fired, but definitely get you fired. If we say yes, I don’t see how we come out much worse.”

Mary nodded slowly. She wasn’t as confident as Angela about this. It was much newer territory, and she didn’t enjoy how it felt. But she knew her friend was right. Angela blushed, fidgeting for a moment before speaking again. “Hey, can you go ahead and help me wash my pussy now?”