Striptease and more

You lead the raven haired brunette to the bedroom and make her give you a striptease. She pulls her t-shirt up slowly, stopping before revealing her breasts. She turns around and winks at you over her shoulder, then pulls the shirt off. When she turns back around you see a lovely pair of pert little breasts.

Tiffany slides her hands up and down her thighs, humming a sultry tune. She turns around again and pulls the tight jeans off a bit at a time, unleashing her terrific ass agonisingly slowly.

Now that she's down to her underwear, you make her give you a lap dance. She puts her arms around your neck and sways back and forth in front of you. The temptation to grab her is so much, she only gets a minute into the lap dance before you decide you want more. She sits in your lap and kisses you hard. You kiss her back and pull her hand to your hard cock.

She starts jacking you off. You’d wanted to fuck her, but her hand feels to good to make her stop. She pumps you furiously while you stroke her long hair and kiss her full lips. You shoot your cum onto the floor, feeling wonderful satisfaction again.

You lie down on the bed to rest as Tiffany gets some napkins. Your eyes weigh heavily as she cleans up the mess. Once she’s done you wave for her to join you in the bed. She’s had a long day working at the bar and cleaning your house, so she falls asleep quickly. You soon join her.

“WHAT THE HELL!?!”

You bolt upright and see Tiffany in the corner of your bedroom, covering herself with a sheet.

“What did you do to me?! I can’t believe I did those things, oh my god what did you do to me?”

Apparently, the ring’s affects stop when you go to sleep. The fact that she enjoyed everything at the time doesn’t seem to have made much difference, she’s only thinking about the things she did.

You freeze her and wipe her memory. The two of you dress and go to your car. The ride back to the bar is much quieter with the frozen girl than the ride over had been, almost creepy.

Arriving at the bar, you park and lead her to the bus stop. Even this late at night, a buss will drive through soon. You unfreeze her and walk away.

“AAEEEEEEEE!”

You turn back to the screaming girl. She turns and sees you. She screams again and points at you menacingly.

“How did we get here? We were in your house, doing those horrible things, then I fell asleep on the bed and now we’re here?! Did you **** me?!”

You glance around, relieved that nobody else is on the street this late at night. It seems you can only erase someone’s memory up to the last time you took control.