Wren gets chosen

Something about the way that Mr. Book had looked at you when you were at the door, and then just before he picked had you worried that he was going to pick you for his little demonstration, but you went from anxiety to elation when he decided to have Wren step to the front of the glass to be hypnotized.

“Please let it be something humiliating,” you wished, mentally. “Please, I don’t ask for much, just, I don’t know, do something that’ll make her ashamed,” you voicelessly continued.

Just as you’d finished thinking that thought, Mr. Book turned to you, and without moving his lips at all, you could clearly hear, “I was just going to have her do the funky chicken, but since you ask so nicely…”

What… the… fuck…? That had to have been your imagination, right? You really wanted something humiliating to happen to her, and Mr. Book just looks so creepy, you imagined a creepy thing happening, right? Dumbfounded, you looked on.
Mr. Book motioned for Wren to stand in front of him, and look directly at him. For about a minute, Mr. Book and Wren had what just looked like a vicious staring contest, and you were beginning to worry that Wren was winning when she slowly sat down on a stool at the front of the room.

“Excellent, the young lady will now obey commands put to her directly by me until I reverse the process, if I reverse the process,” Mr. Book was no stranger to putting on a show.

“Young lady, would you kindly demonstrate your favorite activity for the audience,” Mr. Book requested.

Hearing the request, Wren immediately stood, unbuttoned the front of her jeans, slid them down to her ankles, and started steadily rubbing three fingers up and down her box. As she did this the room gasped and then went silent. Wren had a neat triangle of hair just above her otherwise shaven crevice. The look on her face was completely expressionless, like she was standing in line at a bank.

“From the young lady’s actions, I’m sure you are already convinced at the truth of my theories, however, as the days class has been set aside for introductory demonstrations, I wonder if anyone would like to step to the front and make suggestions?” Mr. Book was once again looking right at you with his perpetually glared glasses. Getting the hint, you step forward.

“Excellent Ms…”

“Danielle, Mr. Book” you provide.

“Excellent Danielle, what would you have the young lady do?” Mr. Book gestured to Wren.