Drive the girls wild.

This is the kind of bullshit question that girls ask. There is no right answer, you're going to get in trouble no matter what. I'm not playing those games anymore.

“Savannah, take some selfies with me, then take a few pictures of just me. Forget this.”

“Just kidding!” says the sexy girl. “You don't have to answer that. We just like to make guys sweat. Let's take some pictures!”

She whips out her phone, then turns around and takes pictures of the three of us. I'm farther in the background since I'm on the other side of the table from her and Freya. I take that as an opportunity to scoot around the table and put my arm around Freya for a picture. She reacts by putting her hand on my chest, slowly rubbing my pecs. That actually feels really good, but she's not doing it for my benefit.

“Okay slut,” says Savannah a lot less playfully than when she called Freya that earlier, “scoot out of the way so I can take some pics of this cute guy!”

Freya moves away and Savannah takes several pictures of me. I do my best to look sexy in them. Since I know what's going to happen next, I might be coming off a little menacingly. I'm okay with that.

When she's finished I say, “Savannah, at least six times a day, when you think about me in any way, find a private spot, pull up a picture of me and masturbate while looking at it. If nobody is close enough to hear you, occasionally say something out loud like “Greg must be a great fuck” or “Greg is super hot” or stuff like that. Also, say things like “I'm not letting that slut Freya beat me with Greg” too. Get off as quickly as possible, but if you're not thinking about me when you cum, say something like, “Sex with Greg would be so much hotter,” and start again. Repeat all that until you're thinking about me when you cum. Forget these.”

“You know what we need?” says Savannah. “More shots! Hey Greg, the bartender cut me off. Could you go get us another round?”

“Sorry, I don't turn 21 for a couple more months and they're super strict here.”

Freya reaches over to touch my arm and says, “That's okay, we didn't need the drinks anyway. Savannah's had enough.”

Her cousin gives her a nastier look than I've seen from her all night, then turns to me with a big smile and says, “We need to all get together on your birthday and really celebrate! We can do... all kinds of fun things!”

She bites her bottom lip in a really sexy way, then gets a distracted look. My commands are kicking in. She starts to stand and says, “Hey, I need to run to the shitter for a quick sec.”

As she's getting up I say, “Savannah, just this once, you're not allowed to cum when you finger yourself to my picture. When you feel yourself getting close, just say something like “No, I'll wait for the real thing” and stop until you cool off, then start again. Keep doing this until Freya comes looking for you. Forget these.”

Savannah stands there as I give her those commands, but as soon as I'm done she says, “Don't have too much fun without me!”

“No promises!” I say. When she's gone, I turn to Freya and say, “Scoot over here and rub my crotch.”

She does. We're not at a booth where it might be easy to hide this, we're at an elevated table, sitting on stools. This is very obvious. It's also hot as fuck. She drops the cool act and looks at me with the pent up lust that she's built up over the last couple of weeks.

“Freya, what did you think about the commands that I just gave your hotter cousin?”

“Commands? I didn't hear you give her any commands. You've just been flirting with her. I've never seen her get so worked up over a guy before!”

Interesting. So she either couldn't hear the commands or she also forgot them. Probably the second one. That wouldn't help me give commands to one of my girls around a person I haven't captured, but as long as it is a “forget this” command, I can do it around a girl like Savannah who doesn't know she's captured.

The bartender, who I may not have mentioned is over six feet tall and is built like a rhino, steps in front of us. Very quietly he says, “Hey, I get what it's like to be young and horny, but you can't feel each other up in a bar.”

I smile at the large man. “Hey Freya, show the man your tits.”

Without hesitation, Freya grabs the hem of her red Manchester United t-shirt and yanks it up. She's not wearing a bra, so everyone at the bar gets a good view of her small tits, especially the bartender.

He laughs. “Look, I appreciate the gesture, but we just can't risk a cop coming in here or something.”

I motion for Freya to put her shirt down, then I shrug at the bartender. “What if I get her cousin to show you her tits?”

His eyebrows go straight up. “You can get her to do that?”

“Easy!”

He thinks for a second, then walks to the front door, locks it, flips over the Open/Closed sign, and heads back behind the bar. He winks at me and cleans a glass.

I open up my pants and whip out my cock. Yeah, that's more than he agreed to, but he's committed now. Freya takes my hard cock in her hand and starts jerking me off. I stroke her pale face and say, “I'm going to fuck your hot cousin's brains out.”

She doesn't slow down her hand, but she does look at me with sad, little puppy dog eyes. “But... you said you'd fuck me first.”

“Yeah, first out of the contestants, you stupid bitch! Of course I'm going to fuck Savannah before you! If you wanted to fuck me sooner, it's your fault for being such a cunt up until now!”

She's so far in her training, the verbal **** turns her on. Freya unbuttons her own jeans and reaches inside. She breathes heavily as she works both of us.

Freya's the only woman in the bar, these definitely aren't peak hours. A couple of the guys pull out their phones and start taking pictures and videos.”

I say loud enough for everyone to hear, “Keep your phones out for when the other one comes out, you won't want to miss that!”

After a couple of minutes I feel myself getting close. I reach over and grab Savannah's water glass. I put it under the table and jizz into it. I swirl it around until the white stuff disappears, then put it back in front of Savannah's chair. Freya can't cum, of course, so she zips herself back up and sits there, panting in heat.

I wait a few minutes for both of us to cool down. It's been about fifteen minutes, so I tell Freya to go check on Savannah. As she gets up I notice a small wet spot on the crotch of her jeans, but it's probably not enough to notice if you aren't looking for it.

A minute later, the girls come back to the table, both looking extremely flushed. Savannah grabs her water glass, drinks it all down in one long gulp, then slams it on the table. Then she grabs my hand and pulls me to my feat. “Come on, let's get out of here.”

“Where are we going?” I ask.

She grabs my ass and pulls me close. Her big tits press against my chest. “This date is going well. I've decided you can take me home.”

“Okay!” I stop her as she turns and pulls away. “Savannah, before we go, pull up your shirt and give everyone in the bar a good show.” I quietly add, “Forget this.”

“Hold on, I gotta do a thing first.” Savannah smiles wide, grabs the bottom of her crop top, and yanks it and her bra up over her tits with a skilled motion that she must have practiced a million times. Her boobs are incredible! Big and pale, with pink nipples that are barely discernible from the rest of her breasts. She yells out, “Hey guys, your bar sucks!”

The guys in the bar cheer and clap. Yes, they still have their phones out. Savannah slowly turns around to shake her assets at the small crowd. She doesn't even notice the bartender going back to the front door, making sure nobody is coming, and unlocking it.

When she's done, Savannah puts her shirt back down, grabs my hand, and drags me towards the door while looking at Freya and saying, “Bye, bitch!”