Anne-Marie strips the girls topless

She really shouldn't do it.

It was going too far, even for her. She'd already stripped Bonnie and Susie to their underwear and made them act like bunny rabbits. The crowd was laughing hysterically, and completely ignoring Miss Trickett's injunction not to take pictures, snapping away with glee as the blushing girls wiggled their panty-clad posteriors on stage.

Where was Trickett, anyway? I'm much better at this than she is, Anne thought, with satisfaction. What people really want out of a hypnotist show is to see their friends be made to do silly and embarrassing things. Otherwise, why go? And if your friends are going to do silly and embarrassing things, wouldn't you want to have a camera? It just made sense. She'd really saved the whole show. Trickett should be thankful.

"Girls," she ordered, "turn around and face the audience. No covering up, now."

She really shouldn't. But she was so good at it. Maybe this should be her job! It's not like I'm going to be a cheerleader forever, thought Anne, as the girls pivoted towards the crowd and stood with their hands and feet apart. I'm nineteen years old, I've got my whole life ahead of me. Hypnotist could be a great career path. I could put on some really funny shows.

She looked the girls up and down, considering their destiny and hers. Could she really **** them to take the next step? Was it even possible? Would their bodies rebel against it? Doing a silly dance in your underwear was one thing, thought Anne. You could live that down. But having to go any further...

Anne couldn't help it. She had to see how far she could go.

"Girls," she said, and felt a smile of pure evil creep unbidden across her face, "take off your bras, twirl them around your heads and throw them into the crowd."

"No," said Bonnie, flatly, hands already moving to the straps of her sky-blue bra. "I'm not going to do that."

"Me neither," said Susie, fumbling for the clasp behind her back. "You can't make me."

Bonnie's breasts were surprisingly full, pink-nippled, dropping free as the squirming tomboy unfastened her bra and slipped it off her shoulders. Susie's breasts were smaller, of course, but very nice to look at, their adorably pert nipples stiffening in the cool autumn air as they slipped free of her bra's black lacy cups.

The crowd was totally silent, and Anne began to wonder if she'd made a mistake. Had she gone too far? Had she lost them? The girls stood in front of the quiet room, no sound at all but the distant clatter of the carnival, their eyes wide as they held up their removed undergarments for everyone to see and began to twirl them in the air.

The room held its breath.

The bras flew from the stage. Bonnie's blue bra, with its C-cups, landed directly in Hank's laps. Ben, naturally, got Susie's.

Hank looked down at the bra. He looked up at Bonnie, who was posed before him, topless and trembling. He held the bra above his head like a trophy and said, in a very loud voice, "Look at her BOOBIES!"

Instantly the room dissolved into laughter and applause. Bonnie, still unable to cover up, settled for flinching away from the cheers and yelling in an even louder voice "No! Don't show everyone my boobies!"

"What's the matter, Bonnie?" Anne said. "Don't you want everyone to see your boobies?"

"No! I don't like it! Everyone, stop looking at my boobies!"