A striptease

He realized she was right; while the two of them were trying to figure out how to shield other people’s thoughts, he got a lot of underlying thoughts from Karen. He had not really noticed at the time, but now that he thought about it, he had picked up a lot. He already knew she was shy, but he did not know that she didn’t like her body. He also did not know that she had a crush on him, but was too shy to do anything about it. That was great, because he really liked her, and maybe if she was less shy, the two of them could get together, maybe. Then something else really floored him: she trusted him. She would not have asked him to make her do something she would not otherwise unless she really trusted him.

He read her mind again, just to confirm these things, and found another intriguing thought: she does not like the idea of giving blow jobs. He also noticed that he saw these things in her head in an interesting way. Certain ideas or thoughts were connected with different parts of her psyche. For instance, her body image of herself and the idea of giving a blow job are strongly tied to a dislike or negative area of her brain, whereas the idea of him in her head was tied into a romantic part of her brain.

He tried to figure out what would be a good demonstration. He could make her give him a blow job, but that might make her angry with him. He did not want to ruin any chance he had to hook up, so he abandoned that idea. Maybe something a little safer like a striptease. She was way too shy and hung up about her body to strip in front of anyone, especially in broad daylight.

He thought about it for a bit and then said, "I know. Let's try this." First, he put the suggestion in her head to do a very sexy striptease, like he had seen in porno films or at the strip club his friends took him to on his 18th birthday.

It was different from reading her mind. In one sense, it was as if he was the one doing it, but at the same time he was watching Karen. It was a little disorienting. She started to shake her hips and unbutton her blouse, when she vigorously shuddered, thinking to herself, "No, I don't want to take off my clothes!" She resisted his suggestion and buttoned her shirt back up. So, he tried a little harder, connecting the idea of stripping to her Pleasure center, linking her body image to her Like area, it was as if he was trying to redirect beams of light, but it worked, and then he re-suggested that she do a striptease.

This time she got a little sly grin on her face, started swaying to some unheard music in her head, and unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her plain white cotton bra underneath. She was watching him with a sultry look in her eyes. She put her hands over her head and twirled around with her eyes closed, pushing her chest out in front of her. He noticed that she had very nice-looking tits, probably C-cups or so.

She opened her eyes and leaned forward, revealing the valley between her lovely breasts, and shook her chest, making her tits jiggle and wobble erotically. She straightened up and raiseed her hands to the front closure of her bra.

He removed the suggestion from her mind, and erased the link from stripping to pleasure. He decided to leave her body image connected to her Like center as a favor; no one should hate their body. Karen stopped dancing, looked up at him, and looked down at her body.

“Eeek! John, I was doing a striptease!” she squealed, pulling her shirt together in the front. She looked up at you, blushing bright red, quickly re-buttoning her blouse. "I just got the idea of how nice it would be to just start stripping for you. Did you do that?" She looked again at her chest.

“Yes, that was me. I stopped you before you got too far. Do you believe me now?” he asked.