Test the right earring first.

Jason jostled the the right earring in the palm of his hand and watched it settle while slipping the other into his pocket. With a deep breath he moved it to his ear.

It clipped on easily, he didn't feel any different, was this a good sign or not he didn't know. He just felt a little self conscious about the garish earring on his person, he considered his change of opinion on the jewellery, maybe this was a sign that something was in effect.

Jason realised he had a problem, 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.

He waited one second, then two, then a few more. He looked back at Stacy, still leaning back, ignoring him. The earring either didn't do anything or he had the other one on his ear. He could have swapped them at this point to remain more safe but he decided this was the earring to test first, but how he pondered. Something which wouldn't be normal, clearly, but not get him in too much trouble.

While he was racking his brain, Stacy moved again getting his attention. She moved her coffee up to her lips for another sip. Jason seized his chance, jolting his elbow out to the side, colliding with her ribs.

"Oh-Dammit!" She hissed as brown liquid splashed down her front. Jason stared at her bugged eyed, waiting for retaliation. None came, she didn't turn to him or hit him back or shout, not even an evil glare. She wiggled her cute ass back into the plastic seat, licked her lips and tried again for another sip. Jason, now emboldened by her lack of reaction, reached across and grabbed her wrist stopping it mid journey to her face. She looked at him this time, as if waiting for him to let go but also without any sort of question in her eyes. Jason brought his other hand over and took the cup out of her hand, she looked at the cup, then at Jason, pouted slightly then turned to continue listening to Mrs Castle.

Jason's heart was in his mouth as he stared at the cup of coffee in his hand, there was no way this was normal behaviour, yet she was treating it as thought it was. The location they were in, surrounded by people, was no excuse, she would have jabbed him or at least given him the 'I am going to bite your head off' look. Jason had some sort of understanding the there were no limits to the earrings, no behaviour would be to outlandish or **** that people would actually snap out of the earrings power, years of social interaction and upbringing still held him back, he wasn't ready to strip naked and do cartwheels on the stage in front of everyone just yet, he would work up to that part as he went. Jason's inner-thoughts gave way to the outside world again, he realised that he had been staring at this coffee for a while now.

"Hey Stacy, do you want your coffee back?" Jason teased, no longer keeping his volume low, no one paid any attention. Stacy replied back as a whisper, as she was still self conscious.

"Yeah... of course I do" She shot back, reaching for it expectantly.

Jason pushed her hand away and leaned down to her bag, pouring the contents of the cup inside her designer accessory.

"That's... not what I meant" She said in exasperation, helplessly looking on.

"Yeah, but what the fuck are you going to do about it?" He challenged.

"Nothing" she asked him questioningly, narrowing her eyes on him. "Why would I do anything? It happens all the time."

"It's normal you mean?" He corrected.

"Yeah, of course." Still giving him a curious look like he was up to something but she couldn't figure out what. After a few seconds when Jason didn't reply, she gave him one more sideways glance, pouted, then folded her arms in defeat and re-tuned in to the principal.

Jason never stopped his own stare, boring into the side of her head. It was surreal, his mind running through possibilities that these earrings could give him. His eyes wondered down from her face, across her body to settle on her legs, her perfect long smooth legs. He gulped heavily as she unconsciously uncrossed and recrossed them, a habit she picked up when she knew guys were looking at them and she wanted to flaunt her power over men. He groaned as his hand squeezed his crotch, blood flowing south, making him grow, hardening.

Realising his predicament, he saw no reason to suffer, undoing his pants and fishing out his solid cock, openly stoking it as he leered at her. She looked across and down briefly to see what the movement was, eyes resting on his rock hard organ as he pumped it, then back away again, uncaring. He thought he'd caught just the slightest change in her expression as she had beheld him, a tiny rise in her brows, perhaps a subtle reaction to his above average size. He took his nine inch rod in his left hand and with his right hand he snaked it across her chest, diving into the tight space her folded arms produced, grasped her wrist as he pulled her arm to him, unfolding her defensive stance and pulling her somewhat off balance. Taking her hand, he wrapped her slender fingers around his shaft, her red manicured nails looking completely different to his own, as well as the feel. Her hand felt smoother, softer and cooler than his sweaty palm, moving it up and down with his own somehow made him harder still even thought it didn't seem possible.

His free hand made its way to her short grey skirt, drawing it back to reveal even more leg underneath. Without pause he placed his palm on her thigh, finally feeling the tight muscle, he licked his lips. Moving his fingers across the smooth surface of her skin, he noted she wasn't wearing any sort of leg wear, opting for bare legs for the night, her skin being so perfect and smooth she didn't really need to. He slipped his hand down her leg into where her other crossed over, his fingers finding soft warm bliss in the tight space between them. It also gave him an idea.

He flicked her hand of his cock briefly and reached down, grabbing her nearest ankle. He took a moment to slip off her designer shoes, painted toes wiggled in the air enjoying their new unconfined status. Strongly and firmly he raised it up, her gaze still trying to keep focus on the speaker even as she slipped down into her seat as he raised her leg even higher. To anyone looking out at the crowd, Stacy's leg, pointed and straight, was visible above the rows of heads facing forward with their bored expressions. He swivelled her around in her seat and brought her leg down over his lap, then carefully straightened her other to do the same.

Her legs, the object of his perverted desire for the past year, were now literally sitting in his lap. Her feet poking the other woman next to him, not bothering her in the slightest. He took his time to take in his prize's sight, feel their weight on his lap, run his hand along them as many times as he wanted. Stacy couldn't see much of the stage any more in her lying down position and was watching Jason maul her body, uninterestedly. He took the time to position her feet around his shaft, doing his best to coax a foot job out of her. Her passivity not helping he moved her up and stuck his meat between her thighs, squeezing them together.

He loved the feeling but it didn't make him blow his load just yet. Probably for the best he thought, it was a long night ahead and he didn't want a mess right now. He loved just looking at Stacy however, usually he would have to sneak glances but being able to just out right drool over her fine form felt fantastic. From now on, he could do just that, she could be his personally walking porn magazine. He could make her pose anyway he wanted. Wear whatever he wanted. He moved his hands over her luxurious pins once more and spoke up.

"Stacy, why didn't you wear nylons tonight? That would have been so fuckin' hot" He muttered the last part to himself as he brought her shin to his face and rubbed his cheek along it.

Her gaze once again meeting him directly in the eyes.

"That..." She started "...is none of your business"

"Oh it kinda is from this point on." Jason stated as he chuckled to himself.

She ignored his brash statement and didn't reply back. Jason pondered the subject, he would love to see her in something sexy. He was a fan of stockings ever since he caught a glimpse of her in them a while back on a family picnic when a gust of wind caught her skirt just right. He didn't have any on his person and stores that sold them are closed by this hour although the thought that he wouldn't be actually buying anything ever again made him grin ear to ear.

Tearing his eyes off Stacy for a second, he naturally looked forward at the stage while in thought. The principal still droning on took his focus. Her strong voice, broad smile, smart skirt suit, dark nylon covered legs. He was supposed to be testing these earrings and what he was planning certainly would push further than his current actions in front of all these people.

Jason shifted Stacy's legs off his lap, he didn't bother putting his manhood away and stood straight up causing a knot in his stomach, exposing himself so openly to all these people. He breathed out slowly to compose him self and made his way along his row of people, big dick swinging freely in everyone's faces as he did. His decision to do so was made easier by the thrill he was feeling, showing off his sizeable cock to a dozen different women of varied ages and dispositions. He made it to the end and freed himself of the claustrophobic confines of the crowd. Double checking the earring was still firmly on his ear and with one more deep breath he made his way up some side steps and onto the stage.

He didn't sneak, he waved his arms to make sure people saw him. Some looked in his direction, distracted by the movement but quickly looked away again. Mrs Castle took note of him with a quick turn of her head during a natural pause in her speech but turned straight back to her audience without missing a beat. Jason even pointed to his penis, waving it around. Less people than before bothered looking.

"Okay, okay, A test" Jason said to himself advancing on Mrs Castle. He prodded her with a finger in the shoulder, expecting no reaction. She stopped abruptly however.

"Yes?" She questioned him looking sideways down her nose, blinking rapidly. "What is it?"

Jason was expecting to be ignored, this wasn't quite to plan.

"Err... n-nothing I guess" He said self consciously.

"Oh..." She paused on reflection "Well of course..." She turned back to the audience. "Sorry about that, just a little miss communication on my part. As I was saying, Students from this esteemed..."

Jason considered what just happened. He supposed that normally, she would be interrupted by any number of things and it would be normal for her to react to people telling her, mid speech, information she needed to know. He remembered plenty of times when teachers stopped her mid way thought her speeches to tell he things. She certainly didn't seem too pissed off that one of her students was exposing himself to her and everyone else so the earrings were working. He wasn't invisible he had to remind himself, he was just normal no matter what. As if to prove a point he reached out and grabbed a handful or her plentiful tits, roughly squeezing and grouping it though her pristine white blouse.

Her only reaction this time was a momentary pause and a licking of lips before she continued. This was more the reaction Jason expected, he still wanted to test her further. He stopped groping her chest and brought his hand to her mouth.

"Many of you here today..." Mrs Castle boomed out across the hall. "will rembbbbuuuur-" She stopped speaking as she could no longer get her words out, Jason's index finger sliding across her painted red lips, playing with them. Her eyes met his, as if just patiently waiting for him to finish. He moved his finger away a fraction. She sighed thankfully and began again.

"Many of you here today will remb-br-br-br-br-br-br-br-br" She stopped again after futility trying to continue though Jason stumming his finger up and down her lips making her sound like someone trying to entertain a baby.

Jason laughed heartily, looking out at the crowd no one else shared the funny side but he didn't really care. He moved his finger inside her mouth, wriggling it around. She stood still, mouth agape as he explored her wet orifice, still no one batted an eyelid at her mistreatment. He withdrew his hand wiped some drool on her jacket, she continued on briefly while he fist pumped a successful test. Then he remembered his other objective why he was up there.

"Oh Mrs Castle..." Jason interjected once again. She stopped her speech for the forth time and turned to him, not angry or upset, merely questioning.

"Yes, was there actually something you needed?" She asked.

"Yeah, what underwear are you wearing? Nylons? Panyhose?" Jason tried to keep a straight face.

"I... Hm," She considered for a faction of a second "That's not something I really wish to divulge" A humorous mummer rippled though the audience. She wasn't upset by the question, but she clearly wasn't going to do or say anything she didn't want to without forcing the issue. "Was there anything else?" She shot back.

"You wouldn't mind if I showed everyone would you?" A devilish grin spreading across his face.

"If you did it?" She clarified "Of course not, why would I?" She actually chortled to herself at the seemingly dumb question.

Jason didn't reply with words, he pulled her to the side so the everyone could see her entire figure. Grabbing the hem of her green skirt, he lifted it all the way to her waist. Her hands instinctively covered her crotch, Jason nudged them out the way, then paused briefly changing his mind.

"Here, hold this." He said as he slipped her hemline into her grasp, making her hold her skirt up for all to see.

"Jackpot!" Jason he added after he took in what he saw.

She was sporting some very classy looking hold-ups with an intricate lace patten band and a black seem running all the way up back of her her leg. Some nice French lace panties too, holding her generous tanned backside in place.

"Nice...Nice" Jason said as he moved his hand up the seem all the way past her stocking tops and cupped a butt cheek. He brought his hand back and slapped it onto her ass as hard as he could causing her to yelp out in surprise and a little pain.

"And THAT'S not for telling me what you wearing when I want to know." He spat at her as gave her another hard spank.

"Ah! Fine." She replied wincing from the pain.

"What Bra are you wearing?" He added

"Oh, A Black one, it matches my undergarments." She said without hesitation.

"Ah, you learn quick Mrs Castle" Jason congratulated her has he lent forward and pinched her nipple. "Don't forget"

"Was there anything else? I'm in the middle of my presentation." She complained, flinching at the stinging.

"Na, na..."Jason waved his hand dismissively. "You carry on, I'll help myself to what I need."

She didn't consider what he meant by that, but merely turned and leaned over to the podium, speaking into the microphone from the side, still holding her skirt high above her waist, flashing everyone. Jason slid his hands a few more times over her nylons and one by one, then rolled them off her legs, carefully removing her high heels and placing them back on bare feet when he was done. With his prize draped over his arm, he took one final look as his principal's bare legs, as he couldn't resist, he reached up and pulled her panties down to her knees revealing a trim snatch with a few tufts of brown hair framing. Jason plunged two finger into her twat briefly, just to see what would happen.

"With a new sense of deter-ughaa...ation..." Mrs Castle stopped half way through and struggled on. Jason smiled before he stood up strait, moved Mrs Castle's hands from her skirt, letting it fall down to its natural position. He finally retreated from the stage to leave the woman in peace, even thought she was still awkwardly speaking from the side of the podium and her lipstick was a little smudged.

Jason made his way back through the audience, dick still swinging free to find Stacy still on her back where he left her, she had idly found her phone however and was checking it as he slipped past. He took her legs in again, he certainly missed them in the short time he had been away across the other side of the room. He took each leg in turn, kissed it and slipped Mrs Castle's nylons on his bratty chaperone.

"Much better" He complemented himself as he sat back down and brought Stacy back over him like he was sitting down for a ride and her legs were the safety bars. His dick still hard he rubbed it up and down her as she lay idle, looking at her phone. Jason lost himself to the pleasant sensations as he let Mr's Castle finish her speech.

A few minuets past as Jason sat back in pure bliss, then almost suddenly Mrs Castle was rapping up her speech. A small stab of panic, he still had problems to deal with tonight, he hadn't thought of a plan to deal with Miss Hudson it yet. There was the question of the other earring, he got so caught up in what her was doing he didn't have time to test that either.

"Thank you and enjoy this evening" Mrs Castle proclaimed as she collected he speech notes from the podium and shuffled of to the side in an odd way. Then Jason remembered he forgot to put her underwear back, it was still around her knees under her skirt. It will be and interesting night for her he mused.

Stacy stirred next to him, swinging her nylon clad legs off him and got to her feet, slipping her high heels on.

"What's first then?" She asked impatiently stretching out the kinks in her muscles accumulated for lying and odd position for so long.

"Err" Jason murmured, his mind still lost in how causally she was all taking this. "I got it written down somewhere, I'll check in a minute"

He regarded her slim form as she stood up to leave with the rest of the crowd, her grey skirt falling down to over her legs once more.

"One second Stacy." Jason quipped as he stopped her.

"What now?" She asked rudely.

Jason reached up and found the zip to her skirt on her hip, undoing it, her clothing fell down to her ankles.

"There we go, that's better." Jason grinned.

"Whatever, lets go." Stacy snapped impatiently, barely registered her clothing mishap, leaving her skirt where it fell.

Jason followed on behind her, taking in her new state of undress. He was so focused on her legs before he only just noticed her thong as she pushed though the crowd half naked. However the night unfolds at least he had that to look at.

There was one more test to perform. His hand went to the earring, pausing briefly he took it off. There was no screaming or howls for blood. That was a good sign.

Stacy was waiting for Jason at the end of the row, hands on scantly clad hips. Jason ogled her form as she stood there, just as he did for the past ten minuets.

"Eyes up HERE MR!" She shouted pointing to her face.

"Okay, okay, Sorry" Apologised Jason taking note of the change in attitude from his strict guardian. He understood at least one earring now, she didn't care that she was half dressed but anything he did while the earring was off was a no go for him. He still needed to explore the other earring and the night was moving on swiftly.

He considered his options.