The meetup

"T-this is so fucked up" Jean stuttered out as she leaned back on the couch in the lobby. Her hands were stretched over her head and her legs were forced open. She could see the indentations caused by the invisible hands that ran over her body, squeezing and plucking at her hair and clothes.

"Fucked, maybe. At least thats the plan" the ghostly female voice responded. "Happy to hear we're thinking alike."

"No that's not what I -" she felt her panties begin to massage her under her dress. "Hhhh this - this is insane."

"Don't tell me you aren't enjoying yourself". Jean squirmed on the couch. A hand had slipped under her and was squeezing her ass. She tried to put in words the confused and aroused state she was in.

"If I was enjoying this," she gasped and looked down as her breasts began rolling against eachother on their own. " What am I supposed to do? You don't have a body or anything tangible. Do I just sit here and take it?"

"Oh no, I have a body. Or I will soon enough." Jean was baffled. She remained quiet for a while, mustering the courage to ask.

"What do you mean by that?" The ghost laughed.

"Well. You've obviously noticed that I'm influential." Jean began breathing heavily as her panties began to rub her faster and her hips moved as she felt her ass squeezed. "Very influential. I can use this influence to move things. They can be big..." Jean gasped as she was lifted off the couch and placed face down with her ass in the air. "Small..." Looking behind her she saw a book from the front desk float up over to her. She yelped as it spanked her. "And in this case, complex." Suddenly Jean was flipped on her back. Her hands were pulled un front of her and held for a while.

"Wha-what?" She tried to move but couldn't break free. Suddenly one of her hands dropped to her chest and began massaging her breasts. The other began exploring her mid section. "How are you doing this? I can't stop my hands!"

"Oh we're not just talking about hands dear. On your feet!" Jean suddenly hopped off the couch. Her body began walking towards the stairs, exaggerating her swaying hips. One of her hands was placed on her hip while the other continued to massage her chest.

"Where am I going?!" Jean demanded. "I can't believe yo-" she squeaked as her ass was slapped. Her panites began fingering her again.

"Let's go and see what Kate is up to shall we? I think we'll have a rather interesting meeting."