Duh

The drive back to your house is mostly quiet. Stacey strokes you through your pants but you resist another episode of road head, or something more drastic. You don't want to freak Maria out, after all.

You arrive home and take Maria to your home. Stacey attracts astonished stares from a few neighbors who are out, but nobody you really know. Maria hesitates at the threshold. You grab her hand and tug her through the door. She doesn't resist.

"Relax, Maria. We won't bite. Nothing will happen here without you wanting it to," that you can make her 'want' anything you leave unsaid, "I'll get you a drink. Wine?"

She nods. You raid the fridge and steel a bottle of your roommate Olivia's Prosecco. By the time you're back Stacey is sitting on the couch across from Maria's chair, stretched out, legs and tight together to avoid exposing herself. The two are chatting, and actually seem to be getting along. Stacey is a people person, and you sense Maria is too. When you enter and hand her wine Maria clams up again.

You sit next to Stacey.

"Maria, why are you here?" you say.

"Um, because you invited me," she says lamely.

"I invited you to satisfy," you let the word linger, "your curiosity. What are you curious about. Be specific."

"Well it's just - um... Look, a lot of people sneak into the changing room to play around. Normally we just kick them out. But you two were," the words catch in her throat; you wait, "...You two were so hot. Like you were driving each other mad with desire. How you do that. That's what I'm here for."

An embarassed flush covered her whole face by now.

Driving each other mad... You thought about the words. It was more than a little true - Stacey was pushing you less obviously than you were pushing her, but there were mutual elements.

You get up and walk over to Maria. She tenses up as you get close, more than a little frightened. You trace your finger down her blushing cheek to the base of her neck. She shivers at your touch. You take her arm that you wrote your number on before. She lifts it to you unresistingly. You cross out your previous command and write

DOES NOT NOTICE THE MARKER OR ITS WRITING

Maria pulls her arm away in slight confusion and examines it, unseeing.__

The minimum, you think, to begin her corruption.

Stacey had gotten up by this point. She drapes herself around your shoulders and gives you a look. In that glance you know you're on the same page about the next step.

"There's no way to just tell you the answer, Maria. We'll have to give you a live demonstration," you say.

Stacey stretches up to kiss you passionately, hungrily. You meet her lips. As you kiss your pull down her skimpy top and start to tweak her marker-sensitized nipples. She shudders in pleasure at your ministrations and moans around your entwined tongues.

She finally breaks the kiss and looks at you. Her eyes are unfocused. She's more than a bit addled now by the overwhelming stimulation you've given her, the pounding demand in her mind for denied release.

"Please master," Stacey slurs, "use me."