Weaving a complicated web

Hearing the door lock behind her, one of the bridesmaids turns to stare at you. "Who the hell are you?!" she demands angrily. Her voice is starting to rise. The other two turn around, shocked, to see main in the bathroom with them.

"I'm just a maintainance man," you say, willing them to believe you. It is somewhat difficult to convince three people at once of such a ridiculous proposition, and they all look at you doubtfully. None of them are screaming at you to get out, though, and that's a good sign.

"Why are you wearing a suit?" one of the bridesmaids asks suspiciously. The other two nod in agreement.

Still bending your will on them, you reply "think of me more as a concierge. I maintain the high standards of quality of this establishment. For example, you will see that the hand towels have been used by several people tonight; I have come to replace them." Your words seem to have a calming effect on the girls. None of them seem to particularly care that you are in the bathroom with them any more.

"Oh." says one of the girls, confused. "OK. Well, if you don't mind, I have to go to the bathroom." You smile and nod graciously, as if to say, "I do not mind at all." She turns to one of her friends and requests, "would you help me with my dress?"

As the one bridesmaid sets about gathering up the other's dress so that she can relieve herself without soiling the dress, you set to work on the third, currently displaced bridesmaid. "Aren't these weddings wonderful?" you ask her, focusing your attention in on her. "Oh yes," she gushes, and you can see happiness flit across her face. You will another emotion to strengthen in her mind -- a small kernel you find in the corner of it, a hope that she will find a handsome man at the wedding to go home with. Suddenly, the thoughts within her head are all focused on you, in a far-from-innocent way. You encourage these thoughts, but have spent all the time focused on this one girl that you can afford to at the moment, and leave her to simmer, sitting on the couch.

You turn your attention to the other two girls. The one has just finished relieving herself, and is about to stand. You rush over. "Oh, let me help you with that," you suggest, and the helping bridesmaid lets you handle the duties of holding the dress and keeping it clean without a thought. As the sitting bridesmaid stands up, you take a chance, and mentally reinforce to her that she doesn't really need to pull back up her panties -- indeed, she could just slip them off and be fine. You know it's a chance because if the bridesmaid that was just helping her sees it, it might snap her out of your little spell, but at this point, you can afford to take chances. Fortunately, you are standing between these two, and the standing bridesmaid with a deft movement of her hips and legs lets the panties drop to the floor. There is a piece of her that is very excited by the naughtiness and daringness of this act, and as you let her dress fall back into place, you do your best to feed this emotion strength. Having planted the seed, you send her off to the sink to wash her hands, and turn your attention to the final girl.

With two of the three down, there is no need to mask your overtures. "You certainly look attractive in that dress," you offer to the third girl, who smiles at the compliment. "Or, should I say, you make even such a plain dress look stunning." You stare into her eyes, and fan the flickers in her mind into flames. She smiles, at first demurely, but with an expression that seems to slide towards lust. "You don't look too bad yourself," she returns, eyeing you up and down.

You quickly glance at the other two girls. The one at the sink has finished washing her hands and has turned to look at you. The one at the couch is fidgeting with the hem of her dress, and looking at you as well with bit lip.