The rest of the break

Barbie looked at her closet. Thanks to that stupid madlib her wardrobe was pretty slutty to begin with but there were still a ton of outfits here she couldn't wear. She tried a few skirts and dresses but they just weren't short enough for the magic to allow her to wear. She finally found a skirt short enough to put on, but it felt scandalous just standing in her own room. Maybe she should just be ok with it, the game had **** her to become a stripper after all, but that didn't mean she enjoyed being half naked.

She kept trying to experiment and found a small compromise. Leggings and tights were out apparently. Too much like pants she supposed. But stockings? For whatever reason she could wear them. Maybe because they still exposed some bare skin on her thigh. Whatever the reason she was glad to have something on her legs. She didn't love her options for shirts either though. She didn't have any clothing restrictions for tops, but her current wardrobe was far too pink and slutty for her. Oh well, at least she didn't have to go naked. She picked out a bra, pink of course, and a shirt, also pink, and finished getting dressed. As a final preparation she did her makeup and put her hair up. She was getting used to it now, but it was still a major pain. She wished she could just leap out of bed and get going instead of having to spend so long getting ready.

There, now time to go face the day. She opened the door and stepped into the hallway. Immediately she saw Jane walking towards her. She felt a stirring within her. A reminder of her new addiction. It had been a long time since she'd performed oral sex and her body was craving it. She knew that it would be easy to find a guy to blow, but the very idea made her sick. Unfortunately it was a little more difficult to find a willing female partner.

"Hi Barbie!" Jane said cheerfully as she got close, "What's up with that skirt? It's strange enough seeing you wear clothes, so why even bother with something like that?"

Barbie opened her mouth to reply, and was shocked by the result, "I love wearing miniskirts!" That is not what she meant to say, not at all.

Jane just smiled, "Well if you're happy. Anyway see ya later, gotta run." Jane swiftly walked past her. Barbie didn't bother propositioning her. One thing this game had given her was exceptional gaydar. Since she could feel phantom hands on her chest when people stared it was easy to tell when a woman was looking more than casually. Straight Jane hadn't even taken a peek.

Barbie was about to keep going when suddenly someone groped her ass from behind, "Nice ass Barbie!" A male voice said.

She whipped around angrily. She saw Howard standing there. She opened her mouth to tell him off...but no words came out. She wasn't allowed to stop people from touching her and that apparently meant verbally too, "What do you want?" Was all she managed to say.

"Can't a guy just compliment a girl anymore?" He said with a straight face, "Don't be so uptight."

Barbie rolled her eyes, "Sure, whatever. Bye." She turned to walk away but he stepped in front of her and blocked her path.

"Whoa don't be hasty. I heard you are working as a stripper, you like it?"

Barbie sighed. No she didn't like it asshole, "Yes! I love being a stripper." Fuck, again that's not what she meant to say. It must be that rule they didn't get to hear about. Shit.

"Awesome," She felt the phantom hands and tongues all over her tits, then a moment later he reached out and started squeezing them himself, "You definitely have the body for it."

"Ya ya, did you want something or you just came to cop a feel?"

"Can't it be both? But alright I'll cut to the chase. My brother is getting married and I'm planning the bachelor party. I thought it would be cool to bring some strippers. You interested? Maybe you could bring some friends from the club? "

Barbie was about to say no, but then she remembered that she only needed to strip until she earned $10,000. She could probably turn down this job, but then she'd still have to keep her shifts at the club. If this paid enough..."How much?"

"$100." He said.

"Per hour?" She asked.

"Uh no, total."

Barbie scoffed, "Get real."

"Fine. $200, but you bring some friends."

Barbie shook her head. It wasn't worth it unless she made more than she would at the club. She was about to say something else but then she saw Howard's girlfriend step out of his room and walked towards them. Uh oh, Barbie didn't want any trouble.

"Howard what's going on?" She asked. Barbie didn't know her at all. Howard lived on the same floor as she did so she saw him around often, even if she didn't know him well, but she'd never been introduced to his girlfriend.

"Oh hey babe, this is Barbie, the stripper."

"Oh," The girl smiled at Barbie, "She's hot. Is she going to do it?"

"Not for that little. $200 per hour. For me. I'll can get you in contact with some other girls if you want to hire them too." Barbie insisted.

The girlfriend was staring at Barbie, but not her eyes. She could feel the phantoms all over her chest, and Howard was currently looking at his girlfriend. Howard clicked his tongue, "What do you think Babe?"

She shook her head, "Are you really worth it? I mean you are hot, no denying that...but I think a demonstration is in order."

"Dope." Howard said.

Barbie rolled her eyes. She didn't need to prove herself to Howard...but suddenly an idea struck her, "Sorry I didn't get your name."

"Mary, nice to meet you."

"Mary why don't I give you a private show, then you can tell Howard if I'm worth it or not."

Mary smiled, "Yes. I'd like that."

"Huh, but..." Howard started, but Mary had already taken Barbie's hand and was leading her to Howard's bedroom.

"You wait out here Howard. I'll let you know how it goes." Mary led her inside and then closed the door behind them. She looked at Barbie hungrily and licked her lips, "I'm sure you are perfectly capable of taking off your clothes to music. I have another idea." She lifted up her own skirt to reveal her bare pussy, "What do you think? Can you convince me?

Barbie knelt down in front of her. This was working out better than she'd imagined, "I think I can." She replied as she moved her face closer and closer. Satisfying her addiction and earning some extra cash towards her $10,000 goal was a fortuitous turn of events. She took her first lick and was rewarded with a rush of dopamine. Mary moaned as Barbie went to work.

Alice looked at herself in the mirror. She was topless. She really hadn't looked at herself naked since acquiring these hypno-tits. Too dangerous. Now that she was immune...she hefty one huge tit in her hand. They were just so big! And to think they could give her complete control over someone else...the very idea sent pulses of heat to her pussy.

She pinched her nipple hard. "OW!" She was trying to snap herself out of it. She was a good girl. Not some evil mind controller. She might have this awesome power, but she wasn't going to let it control her. She quickly grabbed her shirt and put it on, then left the bathroom.

Just as she was about to sit down at her kitchen table the vibrators activated. She moaned and clutched the edge for support. She closed her eyes and let the pleasure wash over her. Then just as she was about to cum...they stopped. "No!" She was so close!

With a groan she hurried out to the hallway. She needed to find a guy to help finish her off. She knocked on the door of the newest male floormate. No answer. She knocked on the next one. Again, no answer. "Ugh, where is everybody!"

"Alice?" A voice said behind her. She spun around and saw a Penny poking her head out of her room, "Is everything ok?"

Alice sighed, "Yes. Sorry. I just need a man."

She chuckled, "Oh is that all. Well you can't have mine!" She said jokingly.

Alice narrowed her eyes at her. Couldn't she? It's not like she wanted to steal her boyfriend, she just needed a bit of his cum.

"Oh, is he in there with you?" Alice asked.

"Uh...ya...what's going on Alice?" Penny asked suspiciously.

Alice pulled off her shirt and watched as she fell into a trace, "Invite me in." She ordered.

"Come in." Penny said in monotone.

Alice stepped into the room and saw a man lying on the bed watching tv on a laptop, "Babe?" He said looking up from the screen. The moment he did so his eyes fell on Alice's tits and he too fell into a trance.

With both of them under her power her new fetish was going wild. She could do anything to them. "Both of you strip. Take everything off." She ordered. She didn't really have any desire to see either of them naked, but the power of it made it feel so good.

"Penny you will jerk him off. Make him cum on your face." Alice ordered. She might have an addiction to semen, and she might be **** to give blowjobs, but that didn't mean she actually wanted to do it herself. If she could get Penny to do the work for her, all the better. As for the facial, her fetish included seeing others receive facials too so it was a win-win as far as Alice was concerned.

Penny quickly got her boyfriend off and was soon covered in cum. Alice had her stay still as she used her fingers to collect it all and then quickly consume it. She closed her eyes as the vibrators started back up. This time it lasted just long enough to push her over the edge, "Yes...yes....yes!"

As she came back down from her high she finally noticed the two of them were still sitting there, totally still. She didn't need them anymore...but they could still be useful. "Penny you do not mind sharing your boyfriend's cum with me. In fact you will be really turned on by the idea of me consuming his semen." Alice thought a little harder. She didn't actually need to be involved at all. She smiled, "You, boy, what's your name?"

"Simon." He replied.

"Simon you will not orgasm unless you are wearing a condom. Both of you will ensure that you collect and save any semen he produces and store it in the fridge. Penny you will offer it to me when you see me, or give it to me whenever I ask. Understand?"

"Yes." They both replied. Alice tapped her foot, should she do anything more? She'd helped herself...maybe she could help them? "Penny is there anything about yourself or Simon you want to change? If you could hypnotize yourself or Simon into changing your behavior?"

"I would like to eat better, maybe stop eating junk food.. And I would like Simon to go down on me more often."

"Penny you will no longer eat junk food. Simon you will go down on Penny whenever she asks. And Simon, anything you want to change?"

Simon replied in the same monotonous voice, "I would like Penny to stop being jealous when I talk to other girls."

Alice thought about it for a moment, "Sure. Penny you will not be jealous if Simon talks to other girls...and Simon you won't intentionally flirt with other girls and you won't cheat ever. Oh and I suppose if you two break up then you can forget all the commands I've given you. And for good measure...when I leave forget that I was ever here."

Alice put her shirt back and and hurried out of the room. As she shut the door behind her she stopped to catch her breath. Her pussy was on fire. The one orgasm hadn't been enough. Darn this belt. If not for it she could go back to her room and take care of business. Instead if she wanted to cum again, she'd have to find another guy.

Well at least she probably wouldn't have to go far. Rather than knock on every door she decided to head outside. As she suspected it didn't take long for someone to approach her, "Hey, I heard you give blowjobs for $5?"

She'd rather not have to blow every guy that looked at her, but she was so **** that she eagerly knelt down on the sidewalk and pulled out the man's cock. As she started sucking she had a vision of sitting in her room as an endless line of guys walking in and passed her a glass filled with cum. She had these magic tits, why should she have to do all the work when she can make others do it for her? She'd have to get started on that...after she finished with this guy that is...

Monique struggled in vain. The rigid steel held her hands tight, she had no hope of defeating it. Even if it weren't magically she would be stuck. That was just great. She was naked and even if she could use her hands she couldn't dress herself without permission. She couldn't even lie down on her bed without permission. To make matters even worse she was so fucking horny, but needed a man's permission to cum. Fuck.

The game had deposited her somewhere on campus. Normally her nudity might have caused more of a stir, but the universal rule was still in effect so she wasn't the only one naked outside. Some people were even fucking out in public. She sighed to herself. She needed help. She initially thought of Faye, because Faye certainly would try to help, but changed her mind. She really needed a man, and a woman. Someone who understood. That meant Liam and Martha.

"Hey nice stocks!" A stranger suddenly commented.

"Thanks, I love being tied up!" Monique replied, much to her own confusion.

"Sweet. Are you looking for a dom?" He asked.

She shook her head, "No. I'm gay."

"Oh. Too bad. If you change your mind let me know." He said before wandering off.

Monique rolled her eyes. Changed her mind? Like her orientation was a choice. Well...she supposed she had less right than others to be upset about that considering her orientation was magically given. But whatever, she wasn't going to suddenly turn straight.

She decided to set off in the direction of Liam's dorm, hoping to bump into him and Martha. She managed to make it all the way there, and even up to Liam's room, but unfortunately there was no sign of them and nobody answered no matter how hard to knocked. She was tired and miserable and didn't feel like going home so she slumped down against the door. Eventually she must have fallen asleep because the next thing she knew she was being shaken awake.

"Monique...Monique wake up!"

She opened her eyes and saw Liam staring at her, "Wha..."

"Are you ok? Let me help you up." Liam helped her to her feet and she saw Martha standing beside him with a grin.

"I know why you're here," Monique said, "Come inside. I'm sure we can help you out."

"Help her with what?" Liam asked.

Martha laughed, "Just open the door and let's get inside. I'm sure both of us are tired of walking around in our bondage. Or don't you want the two of us naked in your bed?"

Liam gulped and quickly unlocked the door. Monique shook her head and spoke to Martha, "Listen I don't want you to get the wrong idea...you know I'm gay. The game..."

"Don't worry. Liam isn't going to touch you. Not without your permission at least. Now come inside." Monique had come here for the reason Martha thought, so she followed Liam inside. Martha gave her permission to lie down on the bed, then ordered her to do so. "Now then Monique, if you want to cum you're going to have to let Liam watch. I'm going to eat you out while Liam fucks me. Liam will give you permission only after the two of us are satisfied."

Monique nodded. She preferred to be a bit more active, but in her current predicament that was a little difficult. Liam helped get Martha in position and soon she felt Martha's teasing tongue on her clit. Martha was pretty good, and she had to be for Monique to block out the sounds of Liam slamming into her over and over again. Being part of a threesome was a little bit of a turn off, which was funny given her fond memories of threesomes back when she was bisexual. Still Martha quickly brought her to the edge. Quickly enough that she asked Liam for permission to cum. He didn't even reply, that bastard.

Instead they kept her on the edge for far too long, she lost track of time, she lost track of anything except the pleasure radiating through her body. When Liam finally spoke she was so shocked she wasn't prepared at all, but her body was. "You have permission to cum." A gasp escaped her lips as the orgasm ripped through her. She closed her eyes and clenched her fingers for what might have been one of the strongest orgasms of her life.

When it was over she opened her eyes and saw Martha staring into her eyes, "You taste pretty good slut, but it's time for you to go. If you weren't in stocks I'd let you spend the night, but you take up too much room. Do you want us to dress you before you go?"

Monique felt a little put off, but she nodded. Martha did give her a few minutes to recover and then helped her into a strapless dress. Then Martha slapped her on the ass, "Call us anytime. Oh and I don't know if it will work, but you have permission to sleep in your bed tonight."

Monique wasn't sure if it would work either, but she was happy to see Martha being at least a little bit kind. "Thanks. See you at the game I guess." She awkwardly left the room and headed back home.