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You offer Iggy a seat then you use the watch to stop time. You wonder if the mind control function works with time stopped, so you get close to Iggy. "Iggy, for the rest of the day, whenever you hear your name, you will orgasm. You will try to hide the fact you are having orgasms. Whenever you hear me say 'OK,' you will remove an item of clothing, but you will not realize you are doing it. You will only realize you are removing your clothing if I point it out, but no matter how hard you try, you will not be able to put the clothing back on unless I tell you to. Finally, when I ask you why you are here, you will say 'because I'm a no-talent dumbass with fake tits and butt implants.'"

You step back and restart time. You sit in front of your desk and test. "So, Iggy..."

Iggy stiffens and grabs the arms of her chair.

"Everything OK, Iggy?"

A shiver goes through Iggy's body again before she reaches down and takes off one of her shoes. "Yeah, I'm OK."

"So, Iggy...why are you here?"

"Because I'm a no-talent dumbass with fake tits and butt implants." She smiles nervously. "Um I'm just joking. Uh, Jennifer Lopez recommended you."

"OK then."

Iggy takes off her other shoe.

"Iggy...you're career is going OK."

Iggy takes off her top freeing her huge tits.

"Why did you take off your top, Iggy?"

After another orgasm, Iggy looks at the top she dropped on the floor. She blushes and clamps her hands over her breasts. "Um, I have no idea why I did that?" She looks at her top and looks like she wants to pick it up but can't."

"That's OK, Iggy."

After her sixth orgasm in a couple of minutes, Iggy stands up and takes off her skin-tight jeans revealing a skimpy white thong that has a wet spot in the crotch. She drops the jeans on the floor.

"Why did you take off your jeans, Iggy?"

"Uggg! Um, I don't know!" Her breathing is heavy, and her chest and face are red. "I'm not sure what's going on?"