Victoria makes Ashley go swimming and display herself to some cute college boys.

“Victoria, I'm naked!” Ashley thought as loud as she could inside her mind but Victoria didn't listen.

The adrenaline was a fire in her veins. Her skin buzzed, hyper-aware of every stray glance she couldn’t yet see but could feel, like a thousand tiny sunbeams targeting her bare flesh. Victoria’s psychic command was absolute, a guiding **** that flooded her with a fearless, intoxicating confidence that was entirely alien to her normally shy nature.

Her legs carried her forward, each step measured and sure, toward the water. The sand was hot under her soles, then cool and wet, and finally the first shock of the ocean wrapped around her ankles. She waded in deeper, the chill of the water a sharp contrast to the sun on her shoulders. She dove under a wave, the saltwater stinging her eyes and her most intimate parts, a sensation so sharp and bracing it felt like pure electricity.

She surfaced, shaking the water from her hair, a laugh bubbling up from her chest—a genuine, joyful sound that Victoria had puppeteered into existence. This was it. This was the Fantasy. The water lapped at her waist, her breasts floating just beneath the surface. She was so incredibly, overwhelmingly turned on, her arousal a deep, throbbing ache between her legs that demanded attention.

That’s when she saw them. A group of college-aged boys, tanned and muscular, probably 21, were swimming toward her. One of them, a blond with a cocky grin, called out, “Hey! Forgot your suit at home?”

Ashley’s mind screamed with embarrassment, but her body, under Victoria’s unwavering control, responded perfectly. She turned to face them, letting the water drop to her hips, exposing the full, pale curve of her stomach and the swell of her breasts. A sultry smile she didn’t choose spread across her lips.

“Something like that,” her voice purred, smooth as silk. “What do you think? Worth the risk of a ticket for public indecency?”

The boys gaped, their bravado momentarily stunned into silence. The blond one recovered first. “Uh, yeah. Definitely. A solid ten. Are those… I mean, are they real?”

A fresh wave of mortification washed over her, but it was immediately smothered by the fierce, puppeteered thrill that Victoria sent coursing through her. Her hands rose from the water, cupping the undersides of her breasts, lifting their weight. She gave a little shimmy, feeling the heavy, pleasant jiggle of her own flesh. Then, she jumped up and down a few times, the motion making her entire body bounce enticingly. “See? All natural.”

“No way,” another boy breathed.

“Want to check for yourselves?” her voice asked, the invitation clear and bold.

The blond boy didn’t need to be asked twice. He waded closer, his hand reaching out. His fingers, cool from the water, brushed against the sensitive skin of her breast before closing around it, his thumb rubbing roughly over her taut nipple. A jolt, shocking and intensely pleasurable, shot straight to her core. Another boy touched her other breast, his grip firmer, more curious. They squeezed and kneaded, their touches sending sparks of unwanted yet undeniable pleasure through her.

“Holy shit, they are,” the blond guy muttered, his eyes wide.

“Get a picture with us!” one of them yelled, already fumbling for a waterproof phone.

No, no, no, no, Ashley’s mind chanted. But her body obeyed a different master. She waded closer, turning her back to the camera and pressing it against the group of boys, her bare bottom making contact with their swim trunks. She threw a sultry look over her shoulder for the selfie, one hand lifting to play with her wet hair. After the flash blinded her, she turned and gave each of them a full, bare-chested hug, her nipples scraping against their cold, wet chests.

The second the last hug ended, the invisible strings snapped.

The fierce confidence vanished, replaced by a tsunami of raw, unadulterated shame. Her face flamed a deep, mortified crimson. With a strangled cry, she scrambled away from the grinning boys, covering her breasts with her arms as best she could, and splashed frantically toward the shore.

She ran, stumbling through the shallow waves and across the hot sand, her naked body the center of a universe of stares she couldn’t bear to meet. She didn’t stop until she crashed into Tim, who was now sitting up, watching her with a dazed, complex expression. She buried her face in his chest, her wet skin soaking his shirt.

“Ashley you're naked! Did you lose your suit? Did those guys take it?” Tim’s anger switched to annoyance as he looked at Victoria.

His arms wrapped around her, strong and steady, but his body was tense. He was looking over her head, his gaze fixed on Victoria, who was watching them with a smirk from her towel. His voice was a low, tight rumble in his chest, a mix of awe and a possessiveness he was struggling to control. “What's going on?” He swallowed hard, his own arousal evident even through his shock.

Little did Ashley know that the day was just beginning.