Work it on just one of them first - Danielle, perhaps.

You focus your attention on Danielle. "Get over here, bitch," you say to her.

"Hey!" says Darlene. "You can't talk to her like that! Now you just turn around and - hey, Danielle, what are you doing?"

Danielle has, of course, followed your command, and stands in front of you.

"You've been very naughty," you say to her.

"Yes," she mumbles.

"What the hell have you done to her?" Darlene screeches. She doesn't even notice that her friends are all heading out the door. As an afterthought, you direct some of the prettier girls into one of the bedrooms - they might come it handy later.

"Shut up, Darlene," you say. She instantly can't make a sound, but stays angry. "Now, Danielle," you say. "You know that these little parties of yours get out of hand and keep me awake. Why are you so thoughtless?"

"Because we think you're an old prude and we don't have to listen to you," she says.

"But you do have to listen to me," you say. "You understand that now, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Besides," you continue, "who are you calling a prude? You're a little slut."

"Who do you think you are?!" shouts Darlene, as you momentarily release her from her silence. "And she's not a slut!"

"Oh, but she is, and I'll prove it to you," you insist. "Danielle, take off your shirt, and your tube top."

Danielle nods, and moves to obey.

"STOP IT!!" Darlene shouts. It's unclear who she's shouting at.

"Think of all the times I asked you girls to stop what you were doing," you say as Danielle drops her shirt on the floor. "You never did, did you? No, you just kept right on going, having your fun at my expense, making my life miserable. You should be happy I'm not the vengeful type." Danielle pulls her tube top over her head, and her milky white breasts appear. She stops for the moment, uncertain of what to do next.

"Keep going, Danielle," you say in a gentle, soothing voice. "I want you to take all your clothes off."

"Okay," she says, and steps out of her shorts and panties. She kicks off her shoes along with them, and even removes the scrunchie from her hair.

"Kiss me, Danielle," you command. Danielle immediately puts her arms around your neck and gives you a long, slow kiss.

"What in the world are you doing, Danni?" Darlene asks in a voice that sounds more bewildered than angry now.

"I can't help it," Danielle says, her word whispered over your wet lips. "It feels so good, I have to!"

"How are you doing this?" Darlene asks. Her anger is mostly gone, the situation is too bizarre for her to accept.

"I'll show you," you say, turning your attention to Darlene.