Clair and Jean

Back at the table, Clair's date wondered what the hold up was. Honestly he thought about leaving, but this chick's ass was too nice. Speaking of ass, he watched some blonde chick in an orange dress walk to the exit. Huh, that ass was kind of familiar...

He shrugged and went back to checking his phone.

You exited the jazz club with a smug smirk. That redhead would wake up eventually, but you had more to worry about. I got into your Uber and sighed happily as uou rubbed the green ring.

Back in your body, you gasped as you woke up. Your mind was clear once again but you felt a wave of exhaustion!

Your mind may have been clear of any mind altering substances, but it certainly wasn't clear of unruly thoughts. You could feel a tent rise up in your pants when you took a long look at the pictures Clair sent you. They were incredibly hot, and for some reason knowing that your drunken, Clair influenced mind was the one to send them made them even hotter to you. You knew it was wrong.... but you couldn't turn it down. If Clair didn't want this, she wouldn't have sent these pictures...

You had no time to worry as you got dressed yourself in the simplest, somewhat good-looking clothes you could find- gym shorts and a tank top, and rushed downstairs like a man on a mission. You throw some excuse at your parents about going to see Brian again and get into your car, dashing away instantly. You pulled out of the driveway and sped off to Clair's house! You had to get there first!

It seems you were too late, as Clair's car was already in her driveway. You cursed rather loudly. Her Uber driver must've had only green lights! Your plan was unravelling a bit, but you did realize you were just too nervous. You were overreacting, so you slowed your breathing.

Parking your car on the main road away from her house, you walked towards her home and kept an eye out for anyone watching you. As you gripped the doorknob, a realization hit you. You assaulted that woman.. And then just... Left her there naked in the bathroom.

Both of your hands started to shake as guilt waded through you. Were you just as bad as Clair? Was Clair only bad when you took control? What would Mom or Dad think if they ever found out? What woild Brian think?

Brian...

Remembering why you did all of this, you opened the front door and walked inside, still nervous. It was rather empty, and it seemed Clair has only just gotten here, so you followed the trail of turned on lights to find the guest room bathroom. As you turn around the corner, you are greeted by a very familiar, very generous ass in a tight firey dress. Clair was inside, adjusting her makeup... for you?

The moment she noticed you in the mirror she quickly turned on her hilt. "Oh hello therehandsome!"' She slured drunkenly.

Finding Clair wasn't hard at all, but looking her in the eye proved difficult. All the blood rushed out of your brain and into your nether regions, leaving ou almost frozen before the drunken, horny lady. She looked you up and down, biting her lip. She could barely stand straight. You didn't realize how drunk you were earlier...

"H-H-Hey there, miss..." you tried to sound suave, but you stutter made that difficult. "I take it you sent me these for a reason?" You asked, showing the naughty pictures on your phone

Oh gosh!" She blushes. "These have must been by accident. I'm so sorry to bother you."

Right, her mind rationalized your actions. But you recalled just how horny you were earlier as her (something that didn't really help in controlling your arousal). Does that mean she really wants to fuck you now? Even in your nervousness, you could tell her tone wasn't really apologetic. Rather... amused. And indeed, so doesn't send you away, instead she closed her make up kit and stepped in your direction.

Frozen, you couldn't even do anything as the sluttery woman pressed her chest against you. "But you know what they say, there are no accidents..."

You had barely ever seen Clair up this close, besides from when you were piloting her. In fact, you never even knew her face before putting the ring on her. But she was so incredibly sexy, especially in this dress and makeup she put on especially for you...

You could feel her breasts pressing up against the medallion under your shirt. It seemed wrong. It was wrong. You manipulated her into it, and made her commit ****. But... she did seem to want this...