Why do the villains always explain?

You really want to explain your plan before being sure if it will succeed. It's what any good mastermind would do.

"Don't worry Pillowtits, your precious library and all its books are safe. It's the staff and students I'm interested in. By now, your colleagues are finishing up with their confiscations, and everyone should be all ears. When I page the library again, it will be to ask everyone if they'd rather follow my orders or... actually maybe I shouldn't spoil it for you."

You pick up the phone and press #1 like she said, to address the entire building at once. "Hello everyone, just a quick announcement before we can reopen the exits and return to normal. As you return to your days, we'd like you to think about this question: Would you rather return to what you were doing like nothing strange is happening, totally topless, or go find a good spot to play with yourself for the afternoon?"

Pillowtits shudders. "What the hell? It's gonna be so gross in here."

"Lets go see," you say, and head downstairs.

On the way down, you find a librarian sitting on the landing with books strewn around her on the stairs. Her legs are spread open wide and she has one hand inside her sweater and on hand up her skirt.

She looks up and says, "Pillowtits? What was up with that announcement you did?" She's moaning a little bit, but she does seem concerned. Unlike any of the other topless people you might meet around here, she doesn't have any reason to think its normal to see her friend Pillowtits naked and pissed off. Naomi smirking mischievously with cum all over her face is probably not helping.

"You can answer her," Naomi says.

"He made me do it with his magic questions, Jill. I'd tell you not to listen but I guess it's too late."

"Uh, it was you on the intercom who told me to listen in the first place, Pillowtits." Jill follows this up by pulling her hand off her breast up to her mouth and sucking on her fingers. Her moaning gets louder.

"Have a nice afternoon, Jill." You step past the girl and she groans and slumps further into her pleasuring.

When you step out into the atrium, you can see into the edges of the study hall and the office, and it's a weird and glorious sight that could only be made by a magical pervert. Topless people walk around everywhere completely ignoring the various others laying in corners and under desks much as Jill was occupying herself. You hear a woman grunt _uh uh uh _from across the atrium rubbing herself against a potted indoor tree while you watch the girls walking to and fro wearing bottoms and backpacks, their titties on display and nobody too bothered by your looking.

A smiling girl walks by in stretchy jeans and sneakers with her pony tail and her big pink nippled melons swinging side to side and you wave to get her attention. She thinks nothing of it and walks up to you.

"Yeah?" she says while you stare.

"Hey, how are you?"

She shrugs, "I'm alright, how bout you?"

"Yeah great!"

Naomi steps up and says "Hey insufferably cute bitch, he wants you to get him off, like sucking his dick and who knows what else."

She shrugs again, "K well that's fine but I'm not gonna do it."

"Do it." Naomi's demand is firm.

"Well, okay." She puts her bag down at your feet and pulls your dick out of your pants, rubbing and stroking it to hardness. She looks up at you like she wants something from you and says "Do you like it?" Before you can answer, she's pulling your rock hard dick to ninety degrees and running her tongue along the top from the base to the tip.

Naomi looks down a the kneeling beauty with disdain, but you look on in awe as she pleasures you with her mouth and rubs her fingertips against the underside of your balls.

She looks up at you searchingly, rolling your cock against the back of her throat. She smiles at you with her lips around your cock and her hand moves from your balls to your hand, which she places on the back of her head at the base of her ponytail. "Nnnngggg!" She guides your hand to push her against you until you're facefucking her to your own rhythm.

She looks up at you one last time at the end of your vigorous fucking, this time her eyes just enough to show she knows she got you off.

Maybe it's the deepthroating that did it, the way she looked at you, or you even have the theory that Naomi commanding her to get you off is still the result of a 'rather' so you simply had to get off. It's what you're thinking about when you jizz deep in this random girl's throat.

"K get out of here," Naomi tells her when it's clear you've finished.

She stands up and shrugs but says, "K, later."