The Nikki Show

Veronica's face was permanently set to pink, as Nikki's lustful feelings were having an effect on her. She recognized these physical reactions but couldn't understand what was causing them. Her thoughts were as far away from sex as they could be, just wanting to watch this new show. She kept glancing at her boyfriend to see what he was looking at. He always seemed to be turning back to the screen right when she looked at him. Why did she slouch a little each time?

"Ok, dude, she's not looking anymore. Ogle away." Jeanie let me know, and ogle I did. Nikki was squirming and wiggling, trying to catch my attention all show; I honestly couldn't tell you what it was about. Nikki's personality was definitely focused around her tits: my kind of woman. Veronica was blushing at what Nikki was making her do, and she kept glancing at me to see if I noticed. I decided to give Veronica a little more conditioning.

I thought of a phrasing that would have the best effect on Veronica's mind. "Nikki, make your pussy masturbate whenever Veronica looks at me. Only during this show though." Can't have her getting too crazy. Nikki nodded Veronica's head, confusing her. She looked over at me, hoping I didn't notice. I kept eye contact this time to see the results of my command. They were instant.

When Veronica's eyes met Peter's, her hands didn't move, her legs didn't part. Her underwear did not move. That didn't stop her from feeling a probing presence on her lower lips. A small "eep!" slipped from her lips before she could clamp them shut, quickly averting her gaze from him. God, he definitely noticed. Paying attention to the show, she no longer felt anything between her thighs. A quick glance down showed no sign of intrusion, only the faintest moisture dewing on the fabric. She glanced at Peter again, happy he seemed to be watching the show because the probing returned, like the strong, confident fingers of a lover who knew all the right places by memory.

It wasn't her own slender fingers; Her hands were white knuckling her armrests. She was too rational to say ghosts, but it felt like a man was now sliding a finger into her moistening slit. Her breath turned short and ragged as she stared at the man across from her. Her eyes locked on his fingers, and like a trigger she felt a thumb play with her jewel, as she imagined it was Peter's strong hands. She slowly started bringing her hand down to help, but snapped out of the day dream, turning back to the tv. Again the feelings instantly subsided.

Veronica was smart enough to know that three is a pattern, but she was also smart enough to know that a third phantom **** might keep her staring all night. She lasered her focus on the TV, even as she felt her body start to pivot towards him. When the next episode ended, she bolted to her feet, said she was feeling tired and went straight to bed.

I didn't see her eyes for the last 45 minutes, but knew that the two times she looked were effective. Jeanie was shaking me by the shoulders with pride. I decided I might was well go to bed too, and as Jeanie expounded on all the ways we could practice my powers, many ideas I hadn't imagined could be possible, I drifted off to sleep.