They're under your spell...

You listen as they argue more of their points for selecting their schools. A careful battle where each tried to show they best quality of their school, while trying to bring the other school down without it looking like they were doing it. Basic political bullshit.

But while you were thinking about that, you have been trying to cloak your thoughts as you tried pumping out as much pheromones you could possibly produce. Without knowing it, you had produced a psi-screen that prevented the psychic ladies from seeing your hand. Then the mind altering smell began to work.

The ladies seemed to look like they were getting warmer. Slowly, flirting started to slip into their speeches. Little hints of the sexual. Their was the increase touch, both on you and themselves. They tried, when they thought they could get away with it, to touch you. To touch your flesh. They also traced their hands over their bodies, especially tocuhing their lips and breasts.

Noticing the slips, you ask, "Perhaps we could speak some place private together. All three of us? Like my house?"

"Yes," came the reply.