Test the left earring first.

Jason took the left earring between his fingers, while slipping the other into his pocket he studied it. The shiny small "N" didn't seem remarkable to him what so ever and it made him briefly reconsider his faith in the trinkets abilities. His current situation spurring him on however he moved it to his left ear.

It clipped on easily, Jason half expected a clap of thunder or some other cliché, but in the following seconds, nothing. He didn't feel any different, other than the fact he was wearing a weird looking, garish earring. The realisation struck him, it didn't look too flamboyant earlier, it looked perfectly normal, only now he was wearing it did he take a new appreciation of its ascetics. An icy stab stuck him in the chest followed by a swell of confidence, this could actually be real he thought.

Jason had to ponder, which earring was this one... The earring which made things normal or the one which made everything he did normal. After some consideration, weighing up where he was and what the consequences of failure might be he figured it would be a safer assumption to assume this was the behaviour alerting earring first as failure when testing that one wasn't a big deal but the thought of having to actually do something to get a reaction put a knot in Jason's stomach.

The first test, Jason remembered, had to be a statement declaring something was normal and it would be so. He was leaning forward in his seat at this point, deep in contemplation, he looked over his shoulder at Stacy as she took another sip of coffee. Clearly she was going to be the first target, something small, yet obvious. He breathed in and muttered quietly.

"It is normal for Stacy to give me a kiss every time I clap my hands together." He said it quietly enough that no one took any notice yet every word was clear. Looking down at his hands it was the moment of truth. He brought them together lightly with a defined clap.

A few people turned their head at the noise but then rotated back to continue listening to Mrs Castle, Jason then felt Stacy shift in her chair. As she leaned forward to his position, he could sense her body move next to his, she drew closer, then the brief soft sensation of moistened lips on his cheek. A quick peck and then she leaned back into her seat, arms still folded as she took another sip of her coffee.

Jason's face burned, this was real. There was no way Stacy would do that, ever. He doubted she could even hear what he just said so he could rule out that this was some sort of prank she was pulling, not that she was one for pranks anyway. It was just a peck on the cheek but it was more affection than she had shown him before and this was hardly the time or the place. He looked back at her, she was looking at his principal, then her eyes moved to his. She frowned at him then started to look a little more cross. She mouthed a word at him which Jason's clearly could make out was her shouting 'WHAT!?' at him with appropriate volume for where they were. Jason just smiled back at her and brought his hands together again.

She leaned in instantly, her eyes leaving his and flicking down to his mouth, her tongue briefly darting out to wet her lips, she puckered up and kissed his. He was expecting another peck on the cheek so this caught him by surprise, he instantly got hard. She leaned back again leaving Jason slack jawed and stunned.

He couldn't help but readjust himself, that was one of the hottest things he had ever experienced, from this point he was thinking pretty heavily with his dick. The reality of the situation dawning on him he looked around for what else he could do. His eyes narrowed in on his Principal, still haplessly droning on at the front of the stage. She was pretty attractive for someone of her age, in her forties he assumed as he watched her with new predatory interest. Smartly dressed, dark wavy hair neatly in an updo, nice confident smile. He still needed to test some more things, like how hard can he influence people and how people react to odd things. Maybe no one cared about two people kissing in a crowd, he had to do something a little more...unusual.

He brought his closed hands up to his eye level, then pointed his index fingers at each other with his thumbs stuck up.

"It is normal" He began "For Principal Castle to feel like she is being deeply spit-roasted when my finger tips touch, when pointed at each other, like I am currently doing". Jason made sure to be specific, he didn't want to accidentally set her off unless he meant to and his gesture was uncommon enough he was sure he wouldn't be doing it by just normally moving around. His eyes focused on his fingers then readjusted to correct the blurry image of his Principal gesticulating at her podium in the distance. He slowly brought his fingers together until they final touched.

"Many of you here today..." Mrs Castle boomed out across the hall "...will remember your school days fondly as you move through life, going from challenge to challenge with a new sens-GUURKKK"

The effect was instant. Principal Castle's head flew back, her body half folding as her butt stuck out and her knees semi buckled. She made a loud 'gakking' sound as her hands gripped the podium tight enough to make her knuckles go white. He couldn't really make out her face as she was looking at the ceiling but he could see her mouth flapping open like a fish gasping for air. The spectacle was so intense it caught Jason completely off guard.

"HOLY SHIT!" he shouted moving his hands away from each other. Mrs Castle slumped forward against her podium and took a gulp of air. The people in the row in front of Jason turned around and looked at him. He felt a strong thump in his upper right arm as Stacy's balled fist connected with his shoulder.

"What the hell are you playing at!" She hissed at him through gritted teeth.

Sheepishly he tried to shrink away rubbing his soon to be bruise. The people in front of him turned around and he caught a glimpse of Mrs Castle who had collected herself and was now starring daggers directly at him.

"Well, Someone's earned themselves a serious amount of detention." Principal Castle quipped getting a small amount of laughs from the crowd. " Where was I? Ah yes, With a new sense of determination...."

Jason snorted. "Yeah... Fuck you" he said to himself as he brought his gunned fingers together again.

Mrs Castle's speech was cut off instantly a second time with a throttled croak. Her face once again pointing at the ceiling, her body bent forward as if she was about to double over. He could see her eyes this time, wide and bulging, every now and then she would manage to gasp a little air with a gurgle, spittle resonating in her throat. He brought his hands down to his lap and held his finger tips together as he surveyed the room. The same bored stares, people fanning themself in the stuffy confines of the crowd and a few checking their phones. No one cared that this prim and proper woman was spasming in front of them all. He continued to hold his fingers together for some time, getting off on the power he had. He observed her eyes start to water making her mascara run down her cheeks. Her tongue lulled out of her mouth to hang like a dogs, drool running down her chin, then her neck. Her arms started to jerked about as her gasping got more intense, knocking over the microphone giving a loud feedback pulse that only Jason winced at. He then saw her eyes start to roll back into her head, her gasps of air became more guttural. From his position he could see most of her body poking out from behind the podium and he couldn't miss the large wet patch spreading across the front of her green skirt. Yellow liquid gushed from between her legs, cascading down her nylons and over her expensive looking heels. A long loud moan could be heard from the woman as she orgasmed hard.

Finally he pulled his hands apart. Mrs Castle slumped forward over the podium a total mess, she tried to wearily raise her head to the crowd and continue on right where she left off with a shaky voice only to cut off by a frantically gesticulating teacher at the side of the stage pointing to his watch.

"O-Oh" She said weakly, brushing a messy strand of hair out her face. "I don't know where the time has gone, *gasp* but it seems we need to get on with this evening, *pant* may you all enjoy tonight and all your future endeavours." She concluded motioning for people to clap.

The crow begrudgingly agreed too, a light smattering of applause broke out. Jason for one thought it was the best show that woman has ever put on, he had seen worse acts labelled as headline sex shows online. Jason applauded slightly more enthusiastically than anyone else, clapping loudly, he wondered if he should throw in a woof whistle for the hell of it. Stacy had begun to give a polite golf clap but as Jason started clapping she put the coffee down at her feet and reached over to Jason with two hands grabbing his head.

"Whao wha?"Jason began as Stacy pulled him in and gave him multiple kisses across his face. Jason just started laughing and continued clapping long after everyone had stopped , enjoying the affection barrage Stacy was giving him. A few of the kisses landed on his lips and he did his best to return them. Enjoying the game of return the rapid fire kisses.

He stopped clapping after a few more kisses, Stacy kissed him a few more times to catch up with the amount of clap Jason did, then she turned away.

"Dammit, that ruined my lipstick" she said rummaging though her hand bag. She found her compact and started to reapply her lipstick as she studied herself in the mirror. She puckered a few times, confident that she had done a good job, she threw the makeup in her bag and stood up. Most of the crowd was also filtering out at this point, moving on to the next portion of the evening, personal meetings with the teachers.

"Come on, lets get going, who is first?" She said looking down at him. "And wipe that stupid grin off your face... And my lipstick, you look ridiculous."

Jason giddily wiped a smudged bit of red from his face with his hand and looked at it, grinning ear to ear. He stood up, finding it difficult to stand up completely with the giant boner he was packing. He looked over at the stage and saw Mrs Castle try to make it a few steps away from the podium before her weakened legs gave out and she rolled back into her own puddle of piss.

The test was a success, Jason could clearly see that at least the left earring worked and that maybe tonight would not be as bad as he thought. The question would be how he wanted to fix things, if at all or maybe see what the other earring could do. Stacy looked back at him from the side of the hall angrily.

"Quit day dreaming" She shouted at him. "Your first appointment is soon, yes? Where do we go?"