Her condo

You decide to drive her to her condo. This will keep any suspicions from being raised, plus her place is probably much nicer than yours. And you proceed to drive through LA traffic.

When you're about halfway there you decide to press your luck with the stone. You exert a bit of your will and put the command in her mind that she wants to play with herself.

At first, nothing happens. She still messing with her phone and occasionally staring out the window. Then you notice one hand slowly snake up under the hem of the jeans she's wearing. Her eyes never leave her phone as you look in the rear view mirror and see her hand begin to move up and down. Her other hand that's holding the phone begins to shake and she bites her lower lip.

After a couple minutes of this you see her face begin to flush and the rate of her breathing change.

You have to **** yourself to focus on your driving and not constantly stare in the rearview mirror.

As you pull onto her street, you can hear her breathing hard in the back seat. She's still staring at her phone, idly texting as her fingers still work themselves inside of her pants.

As you come within sight of the condo, you suddenly end the effects of the stone. In the review mirror you can see Emma blink several times as she slowly pulls her hand out of her pants. She looks around confused for a few moments, like she's not sure where she is. You then notice her stare at her hand and idly sniff it, her eyes going wide with surprise. You see her blush deep red with embarrassment as she sits up straighter and looks out the window.

"Um, are we almost there?" she ask

"Yes ma'am," you respond "we're pulling up right now."

As the car pulls up to the garage you see her tap a button on her phone and the large metal door begins to open. You pull into a large spacious garage and put the car in park.

Emma coughs a few times to herself and then shakes her head like she's trying to regain her senses. She then puts her phone away and grabs her purse. She gets out and starts walking toward a door at the end of the garage.

She's only stops and looks behind her at you. "Oh, thank you," she says distractedly, "do I need to tip you or anything?"

"No ma'am," you respond. "everything's covered by the production company."

As she turns to leave, you suddenly realize that it's now or never. You have to make your move.