There's another knock on the door

You manage to tear your eyes off of Amanda's kneeling form for a moment. Shit -- someone was at the door, and you're buck-ass naked. Amanda seems unfazed by this, still casually dipping fingers into her cunt and cleaning the juices off with her mouth. Whatever your exhibitionism request entailed in your mind, this is what it entailed in hers. You stand, throwing on your pajama pants from earlier. You tuck your erection into your waistband, covering the tip with your t-shirt. Hopefully whoever it was wouldn't be around long enough to notice. You make sure Amanda is out of sight from the door, and open it. Standing in the doorway is your other friend, Meghan.

Meghan is a friend of yours from high school, taller than Amanda by an inch or so. Dark brown hair, with an absolutely stacked body. She had perfect olive skin, big brown eyes, a round, shapely face, breasts just larger than a handful, and one of the most shapely asses you could imagine. Of course, on top of all this you were decidedly in the friend-zone. She had made it clear time after time that she had no desire for you. Her type tended to be the thing that you weren't: Tall, dark, power-lifter looking guys. At your average height and build, she took no interest in you.

"What's up John. I was looking for Amanda, but she wasn't at her apartment. Have you seen her? She isn't responding to texts or whatever." Meghan sounds vaguely annoyed. You're about to say that you aren't sure where she is, but Amanda pipes up from the center of the living room.

"I'm in here Meg!" She shouts, apparently in complete disregard for her current state. Meghan looks towards the sound of the voice and then back to you. You can't come up with a good reason why she shouldn't come in; at least, not before Meghan slides in between the door and the frame, and starts for the living room. You shut the door and prepare your explanation. This was going to be awkward to explain.

"Uhhh...." Meghan's voice trails off at the sight of Amanda, nude and smiling, still dripping with arousal and pink from exertion, kneeling on the living room floor. "What is this...?" Meghan asks, turning to you. No explanation is going to help you here.

"Oh Meghan," Amanda says, running her hands absentmindedly over herself, "It's no big deal. John here was just feeling pretty horny today, so I'm helping him get off. He hasn't yet... thus that big boner he has." You cringe, internally and externally. This power may have worked in a way you hadn't intended. You prepare for the worst mentally and look over to Meghan, who gives you elevator eyes in shock, and then.... relaxes?

"Oh well if that's all, okay. That would explain why you weren't responding to my texts. I thought you guys were being weird or something. Amanda, are we still working on that paperwork today?" Meghan didn't seem phased at all by Amanda's behavior, or her explanation. What a power this was, that it even worked through the people you controlled. You could do almost anything... and people would accept it. Damn.

"Oh well I don't know," Amanda says, standing. Her pussy was still wet from earlier, a thin rivulet of juices runs down her thigh as she walks over to stand next to you. Meghan looks visibly relaxed, like nothing is out of the ordinary at all. "I want to, but this stud here may need me for a while. What do you think John? How long will you need me to help you out?" Meghan and Amanda look at you intently, awaiting a response.