Hypnotic sex party

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Megan watched her husband slowly pull up his pants in the mirror. "Oh, oh," she chuckled playfully, her blue eyes sparkling beneath her fiery hair. "You should wear a thong tonight."

Hess rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on, what if I get called on stage?" Hess's voice sounded a little angry, but Megan knew he actually enjoyed her gaze when she watched him put on his thong, so she didn't mind.

"It's okay, just put it on." Megan looked down at herself. At Hess's suggestion, she wore a red miniskirt that would completely expose her buttocks whenever she bent over. Hess had deliberately made her bend over before, then licked her labia through her thong. Megan smiled to herself, remembering the feeling.

“Okay, which one?” Hess said, just putting on an act. He had to object at first, to show that no man likes being forced to wear a thong by his wife, then finally giving in and having her pick one out for him. It had happened a few days before; she'd made him wear her thongs.

“The pink one, then. What top do you want me to wear?” Megan said.

Hess turned and opened a drawer in the closet, taking out the pink thong. Megan had forced him to buy it at a sex shop once, and although she'd seen him blush a little, they'd had a memorable night.

Hess looked at the almost nonexistent fabric in his hand, raised an eyebrow at her, and shook his head. Megan felt his blue eyes staring at her, first at her eyes, then down to her 36D breasts, lingering on her red, white, and blue Tommy Helveg bra, then down past her navel, staring at her alluring, long legs. Megan suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

Hess's gaze returned to her face. "Okay, if I'm wearing a thong, then I need to wear something eye-catching. Planning to wear pantyhose?"

Megan remembered about two weeks ago when he convinced her to wear fishnet garters. She went to the mall looking like a prostitute, but the sex afterwards was even more exciting.

"Yeah, of course, I'll wear pantyhose. I can't go out in public with feet like that," Megan said as naturally as possible.

Hess rolled his eyes. He'd never understood pantyhose. He'd told Megan several times that he wanted to be able to easily touch her buttocks when they were in public, so he thought of garters. It seemed like a good way to satisfy both of them. "Then, wear garters." Hess walked towards the closet, his hand caressing Megan's breast as he passed by.

Megan shook her head. "You know that's impossible. What if I went on stage hypnotized, wearing a miniskirt, garter belt, and a see-through blouse? I mean, what would Rachel, Ginger, and all the others think?"

Megan could almost hear Hess's inner laughter and the sound of wood as the clothes were hung on the closet. "I thought you didn't believe in hypnosis."

"It's not about hypnosis, it's about the stage angle. All the damn audience will see my cunt!"

Then Hess pulled out a black tight-fitting top. As soon as she stretched, the shape of her bra would be completely visible through the fabric. At least the bra and top matched quite well.

"I think I should wear a pink bra," Hess said with a laugh.

Megan sighed dramatically, laughed, and shook her head again. "Okay, we need to get going. We have to hurry, it's getting late. Find me a pink thong. I like to wear matching sets." She gave Hess a light nudge with her shoulder, then pressed herself against him, rubbing her breasts against him, and took off her original top.

Hess groaned feigning discomfort, then walked to the bedside. Megan watched quietly as he removed his boxer shorts and put on the pink thong she had chosen. Megan unconsciously licked her lips.

She put on a pink thong herself. "See, we look so good together," she said.

"Oh," Hess quickly put on his pants, and Megan began putting on her garter belt. Finally, Hess wore a khaki shirt and a bow tie.

"Alright, let's go." Hess opened the door, letting Megan go first, and pinched her buttocks again as he did so.

"Have you ever seen a hypnosis show live before?" Megan asked, turning her head to the back of the SUV from the passenger seat, while Hess focused on driving.

Megan's friend Rachel sat directly behind her. Rachel had recently divorced and desperately needed some fresh air. She had long, straight, beautiful blonde hair, a sweet smile, and wore eye-catching leggings and a low-cut top. Although she was twenty-seven, she looked like eighteen.

Megan was bisexual and often had sexual fantasies about Rachel, but she had never told her because Rachel seemed averse to same-sex sex. Megan often tried to test her with suggestive remarks, but Rachel never reacted.

Gina sat next to Rachel. She had the same hair color as Rachel, but her blonde hair was wavy. Gina was also married, and tonight she had her husband's permission to have a good night out; he was willing to take care of the home and children.

Megan always felt Gina was a bit too thin, but that didn't detract from her beauty. Megan often made sexual advances towards Gina, though she wasn't sure if Gina noticed. Today, Gina was wearing her usual patterned jeans, a red crop top, and high heels. Her lipstick made her smile look even more natural and cheerful.

In the back row of the SUV sat Decker and Kelly. Megan bit her lower lip, looking into Decker's eyes. She often acted as the couple's caretaker, and when Decker wasn't around, she and Kelly would engage in extremely lewd flirting; they were mutually attracted.

Although Kelly had been married to Decker for five years, she always preferred to have fun with other girls. She had a beautiful figure, which made finding a partner much easier; Megan knew she was attracted to both men and women.

Kelly and Dick both had short brown hair. Kelly had a wide mouth and always dressed like a college student, while Dick was much more conservative. Although he had been in a rock band, his appearance didn't suggest he was a musician at all; it was hard to associate him with someone who had been in a band.

Rachel and Gina looked back at Kelly and Dick, hoping they would answer first. Kelly spoke first, "Absolutely not. I've been to a lot of comedy shows, but I've never seen anything like hypnosis. By the way, Hess, what was this again? Something about sex?" Hess

turned his head slightly, looking at Kelly in the rearview mirror above him. "Yes, to put it bluntly, they'll let you throw away all your inhibitions and taboos and do some lewd or obscene things. Is that okay?" "

Oh, of course, that's fine. So, Rachel?" Kelly asked.

Tonight was the first time Kelly and Rachel had met. They were both friends of Megan and Hess. "My name is Rachel. Kelly, and my answer is no. I've never seen a hypnotist perform, but I'm pretty sure they're all bullshit."

Kelly pretended not to hear. "Gina, what about you?"

"Oh, no, not me. I don't want to actually be that."

"Which one?" Kelly said.

"Hypnotization, you know. I just wanted to ride here with you guys and laugh at those idiots on stage."

"Really? So you believe the people on stage are really being unconsciously controlled? I mean, what if the women on stage were asked to take off their clothes?" Kelly asked.

“Oh, nonsense,” Rachel interrupted.

“How so?” Kelly said.

“Yes, there will be a lot of women taking their clothes off on stage, probably strippers they hired. We’ll pay a lot more than to go see a striptease, it’s fucking lucrative.”

Kelly raised an eyebrow. “So you don’t believe in hypnosis at all, that’s interesting. Would you be willing to go on stage as a volunteer to be hypnotized? Proof is possible.” Kelly smiled sweetly.

Rachel blinked. “I think, I mean, I think I could, I just hadn’t thought about it before.”

Gina grinned beside her. “Really going on stage, huh?” She looked Rachel up and down, as if she thought she was crazy.

Decker sat quietly in his seat, while Hess smiled, looking at the woman in his SUV in the rearview mirror.

“We’re here. Soon we’ll know who’s right and who’s talking nonsense,” Hess said.

Hess parked the car, and the girls got out, adjusting their skirts and hair. They followed the crowd towards the club. Megan paused, surprised to see the ticket seller in such a short miniskirt, revealing such impressive cleavage. The ticket seller smiled brightly after taking their money, "Have fun."

They found the second table from the stage, where a comedian was already performing the opening act. A waitress quickly circled the venue, passing the table three times. Each time, Gina and Kelly bought her a Long Island Iced Tea.

"When is that guy coming out? Ugh," she said to Dick and Hess, completely ignoring the performance on stage. Megan noticed Kelly staring at Hess's backside whenever she had the chance, even when he just stood up to get his wallet.

As if a signal had been given, the lights suddenly dimmed, and Wally walked in from the left end of the stage. All eyes were on him as he walked to McKenna's position.

"Welcome everyone, my name is Wally. Tonight, I'll be your guide. I'll show you how fun it would be if we treated hypnosis as a game." Many people laughed, but he continued confidently.

He was about 182 centimeters tall, with black hair and striking eyes. Megan felt a strange mystery in his green eyes. After drinking several glasses of wine that Kelly had insisted she drink, Megan felt a vague attraction to every man. She began to have strange thoughts, like hypnosis might have given this man the power of immortality.

"Now, I'm telling you seriously, if you're a shy, timid, or cowardly person, you'll definitely be different by the end of tonight." He said with a smile, and the entire hall erupted in laughter again.

"Don't worry, no one will do anything they don't want to do," Megan didn't quite understand the meaning behind his words, but she seemed to sense the sarcasm in them. "Now that you've all seen the opening comedy, I don't need to make things difficult for myself or anyone else in the audience to please you. We all know what we're here for tonight, right? We're here to see the women dressed up become almost naked SM queens, and the men become strippers, right?"

Megan heard cheers and applause from the audience.

"Alright, enough talk, please come up on stage. Are there any volunteers?"

Megan now understood why Rachel had drunk so much Long Island Iced Tea; she was trying to muster the courage to go on stage right away. When Wally asked for volunteers, Rachel immediately raised her hand. Wally looked in that direction, nodded, and beckoned Rachel to go up.

"Great, so fast! Faster than any audience I've ever had. I think we're going to have a great night." He grinned.

Rachel stood up and walked towards the stage. Megan glanced at Hess, only to see her staring at Rachel's back. When Rachel went on stage, the audience erupted in noise. Megan noticed her cheeks flush slightly.

"Honey, what's under your jeans?"

"I can't wait, let me see your naked ass."

Since her divorce, she had started to enjoy the lewd looks from men. Several more women volunteered to go on stage: a dark-skinned woman with a large bust and hips, a red-haired girl with freckles in a revealing denim outfit, and a brown-haired girl in shorts.

These volunteers all seemed eager to show off their bodies, except for Rachel, who was so introverted and conservative, yet had been 'tricked' onto the stage by Kelly.

Five more men walked onto the stage: a short, bald man in work clothes; a young boy wearing a cowboy hat who didn't look like he was an adult; a model-like man in his early twenties with seemingly piercing blue eyes; a blond Swede who called himself "Sven"; and a thin Black man in jeans.

All the volunteers went up to the stage and sat in the chairs that had been arranged, forming a semicircle behind Wally.

"Okay, listen carefully. How many of you believe I can hypnotize you?"

The volunteers looked at each other, some raising their hands, while Rachel's hands remained firmly on her knees, as if declaring that nothing could change her mind.

"Okay, see. Since most of you don't believe you can be hypnotized, everything you do tonight is your free will, right?" Wally raised his eyebrows.

The nine volunteers on the stage nodded in agreement.

"Very good, then please concentrate." Wally began the hypnotic induction. The lights in the hall dimmed further, and Megan heard a rhythmic tapping sound coming from the stage. She felt her head nodding involuntarily to the rhythm.

"Audience members, you are free to listen and enjoy. If you find yourself nodding, that's even better."

Megan saw a spiral disc appear behind Rachel's head, imprinted on the wall, clearly projected from the other end of the hall by a projector. Then Megan noticed Wally's voice becoming deeper and more seductive.

Wally took out a necklace with a sparkling diamond at the end. Megan thought it was worth at least several thousand dollars, and then he began to shake it back and forth.

"I know, it's crazy, isn't it? Just shaking the necklace like that, it's so cliché, isn't it? Okay, whatever you want to do, just don't look into my eyes or listen to my voice, just focus on the necklace, don't care what I'm saying, you're not sleepy at all, and you're not even looking at the necklace."

Megan looked up. What was this? Was this some kind of psychological subversion?

Megan noticed that Rachel was also staring intently at the necklace, and then she shifted her gaze to the spiral behind Rachel. Yes, this was really strange. If you wanted to avoid being misled by Wally, don't listen to his voice, don't look at the spiral on the wall, you could only look at the necklace!

Megan saw a lot of spectators, their faces filled with extreme excitement, and she also saw many women pointing at her and saying something.

Unable to move, she could only desperately roll her eyes, trying to see what was around her. She saw her hands raised above her head, completely still like a Greek statue. Then she looked down and could barely see the tops of her two large breasts, clad only in a pink bra. She heard the audience's wild laughter, but she couldn't see her legs, or even below her waist. She couldn't imagine how revealing she was dressed.

"Bomber, go check on that mannequin over there," Megan heard Wally's authoritative voice. Then a short, bald man, whose mouth barely reached Megan's nipples, came into her view.

"Adjust her pose, Bomber, get her into a good position."

Megan looked at the man, and he looked at her, his face clearly showing lust. He reached out and grabbed Megan's right breast, pushing it to the right, then grabbed her left breast with his other hand, pushing it to the left. Megan heard the audience laughing loudly again.

“This isn’t what I wanted to do, Bob, you bastard, aren’t you? Okay, how about moving her hands and feet?” Then Bob made her arms stretch straight up to the sky and obscenely squeezed her breasts together.

Megan looked at the audience, especially looking for people she recognized, and then she saw Rachel sitting on Dick’s lap, Dick sucking her thumb, her top and jeans nowhere to be seen, wearing bunny ears, her arms tightly wrapped around Dick’s neck, constantly kissing his face. Kelly watched the bald man’s comical actions, occasionally taking a sip of her drink. Gina smiled at Rachel, then looked at Megan.

Megan suddenly felt a little envious of Rachel. She imagined herself sitting in that spot, on Dick’s lap, kissing his face, and then she suddenly remembered, where was her husband?

“Can I find someone from the audience to have some fun with my model?” Hualey said.

Hundreds of hands quickly rose, but Wallace just stared at Megan's table until Gina slowly raised her hand as well.

"Right, that's it, come up on stage and give her a good pose. Bob, you can leave now."

Gina walked to the stage, then went up to Megan and kissed her nose. "This silly girl," Gina said.

Gina pulled Megan's raised hand down, making her palms rest on her buttocks. Megan then realized she wasn't wearing a skirt anymore. Gina then moved her shoulders back, making her large breasts even more prominent. If Megan thought that was the end of it, she was sorely mistaken. She heard the audience screaming and saw many camera flashes pointing at the stage. Gina made Megan bend over slightly, so everyone could see her cleavage more clearly.

Gina then began to manipulate Megan's face. Megan felt her lips being parted and formed an "O," and her eyebrows being moved slightly upwards. She imagined herself looking like a prostitute giving oral sex. Then Gina unhooked her bra, exposing her breasts to the audience.

Megan heard a huge cheer and felt her blood rush to her head. She felt like a cheap prostitute in a pink bra and thong, yet she also felt a slight satisfaction at the audience admiring her wanton body and posture.

"Oh, Megan, I had no idea! Nipple rings? They must hurt," Gina whispered, flicking her nipple rings lightly and smiling. Megan was completely unaware that Gina could be so active in this dominant position; she was always so quiet, like a devout Christian.

Gina moved around her, assessing her from head to toe like a hunter searching for prey. Megan could only sense Gina approaching from behind, then she felt the blonde woman slip a finger into her thong. Then, she heard the audience clap and shout, and a sharp pain shot through her as Gina pulled her thong tighter. Megan blushed crimson with shame, but there was nothing she could do.

Wally's voice came again, "Gina, is that right? Okay, that's enough. Turn her towards the stage so she can see the other performances."

As Gina spun, her body remained in the same position, rotating like a spinning plate.

Then she saw her husband, sitting in one of the chairs on the stage, eyes closed, head slumped to one side. Thank goodness, he hadn't seen what had just happened.

"Sven, when I count to three, you'll open your eyes, but you'll still be in a hypnotic state, understand? Okay, one... two... three, very good, now stand up, very good."

Megan saw Sven stand up expressionlessly. He was wearing slightly tight jeans, and Megan dared to say he must exercise regularly to have such a physique; he was tall and had broad shoulders.

"I think Megan must feel a little embarrassed standing there like a statue. Why don't you put your lips on her butt, and you won't be able to take your lips off, okay? Very good."

Megan could hardly believe that this blond giant obediently walked behind her. She heard him bend down and felt his lips kiss her buttocks. She even felt him start licking her with his tongue. She felt a wave of ecstasy, but all she could do was roll her eyes. She then felt his hands caress her thighs, moving up to her thong, and penetrating deep into the most mysterious area between her legs.

She knew she was already aroused and began to pant, both from excitement and from having a stranger touch her vulva. When he slipped his hand inside her thong, she felt an even stronger pleasure.

"Oh, Sven, I didn't mean for you to do this. I didn't know Megan wouldn't want you to. Now, I want you to take off your pants... Good, I want you to start masturbating, but your lips are still on her ass, I must remind you!"

"Now... let me see, Megan, you have a husband, right? No, no need to answer, I know I can't answer," Wally said with a smug laugh, and several people in the audience laughed along. He looked at the card in his hand. "Hess, I'd like you to stand up?"

Megan saw her husband stand up as if in a daze.

"And, Lacey, right?" Wally asked. The red-haired girl in denim reacted, but her eyes remained closed.

“Very good, stand up, Lacey, we’re going to give Megan a performance.”

Megan didn’t like the feeling this was having. “Lacey, I’ve heard that girls named Lacey like to have sex with girls, is that true?”

Lacey looked a little confused, and the audience laughed again. “Uh, I don’t know, I mean… I…”

“It’s okay, do you like it?”

“I… uh, I think I…”

“Okay, how many girls have you had sex with?” Wally asked.

“I… I don’t want to talk about this.” Lacey seemed a little nervous.

“I’m going to open your eyes, but stay in the hypnotic state, okay, Lacey? Hess, you too.”

Both of them opened their eyes, their eyes blank.

“Okay, I know it’s a dancer, a pole stripper, and look, Hess is a pole, isn’t he, Hess?”

Hess didn’t answer, but he stretched his hands straight up to the sky, completely stiff.

"Okay, let's get started with the pole striptease, Lacey." He waved his hand, signaling for music to start from backstage.

Lacey turned her head towards Hess, then lifted one leg and wrapped it around his waist before slowly sliding down onto the floor. She then stood in front of him, bent over backwards, and facing the audience, grabbed the bottom of her top and pulled it off.

She wasn't wearing a bra, and as soon as she removed her top, her two magnificent breasts sprang out. Her freckles, her beautiful skin, and the halo of light reflecting off her sweaty body created a unique spectacle.

Megan felt a little inferior looking at her breasts—D-cup breasts that seemed to defy gravity, and her figure was so perfect, like a real dancer's: a slender waist, long legs, and those incredible breasts. Megan was irresistibly drawn to this girl.

Leslie flung her face away from the audience, pressed herself against Hess, grabbed his arm, and began spinning rapidly in circles as if he were a real pole. Finally, she stopped, her chest pressed against Hess's thighs.

She stood up again, slowly and seductively enticing the audience. She unbuttoned her pants, then pulled down the zipper. Next, she pressed her legs together, bent over, and yanked down her shorts, leaving her in only a pair of red underwear and shoes.

Wally suddenly said, "Leslie, you forgot to unpack this new pole, didn't you?"

"Yes, Wally, you can't dance like this!" Leslie whispered, like a little girl, reaching out to unbutton Hess's pants and pull out his shirt. Megan felt her face flush again.

Leslie unbuttoned Hess's shirt and took it off, then knelt down to remove his shoes. This exposed her barely concealed vulva. Megan could hear many men in the audience swallowing hard. Finally, Leslie began to pull down his pants. When she reached inside, she discovered he was wearing a thong. She sighed, "Hmm..."

As she pulled his pants down, she knelt before him and pressed her nose against the bulge in Hess's thong. Some audience members cheered, others laughed. Megan could almost hear Kelly's voice.

"Oh my god, did you see that!" She could also see Gina laughing and pointing.

"This pole has accessories, Wally!" She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, while the audience's cheers grew louder.

"Why not have some fun with this accessory, Lacey? You can use your tongue if you want."

Megan saw Lacey pull down her thong and felt her whole body burning. This almost naked and hot woman was about to lick her husband, but she couldn't do anything. She could only keep rolling her eyes, feeling all the blood rush to her head.

Wally looked at Megan.

Then she heard, "Megan, 'Bunny Doll'."

Megan sat next to Dick. She couldn't remember what had just happened. It must have been because she had drunk too much. She saw some people on stage. Thank goodness, she wasn't there. She saw a rather cute man on stage, wearing a pink thong, and Rachel had a dog leash around his neck. The man was crawling on all fours on stage like a dog, and Rachel was playing with him like that. She seemed to enjoy having him lick her face like a puppy.

Megan watched this performance, hoping that Kelly would leave. She wanted to whisper something to Dick.

"Did you enjoy the show, Megan?" Dick asked, while Kelly stared at her as if anticipating something.

Megan looked at Kelly strangely and shrugged.

"I did, I think, it was quite entertaining. By the way, where's Gina?"

"That's funny, I should ask. Thirsty?" Dick asked.

At that moment, Gina was moving between other tables, carrying a plate, wearing a ridiculous black miniskirt—the kind worn by the club's original waitresses. If she weren't wearing underwear, and there was a slight breeze, everyone could see her pubic hair. She was also wearing a white top that barely covered her nipples, but she seemed completely oblivious to how revealing her outfit was, or to the reactions of her "customers."

"What's she doing dressed like that?" Megan asked, then, remembering Dick's earlier question, answered, "Yeah, I'm a little thirsty."

"Okay, waitress!" Dick called to Gina.

Gina turned around, seemingly not recognizing any of them. "Yes, what can I do for you?"

"Well, there's something..." Dick tossed a napkin behind Gina.

"Could you pick it up for me?"

"Of course, dear guest," Gina said in her Southern accent, drawing out the last syllable. Then she turned and slowly bent over, seemingly aware of how alluring this gesture was to men. Her skirt rose, rose, rose until her yellow panties were fully exposed.

Before she could stand up, Dick said, "Okay, don't move until I stand up."

"Yes, dear guest!" Gina said happily. Megan couldn't understand what was wrong with her.

Dick lifted Gina's skirt, his fingers still resting on the floor. Then he ran his fingers along her thong. Megan heard Kelly clear her throat, and finally, unable to bear the sight, she stood up and decided to play along with the waitress.

Before she walked over, Dick slipped his fingers under Gina's thong, tracing the yellow strap across her buttocks, and finally inserted them into her vagina. Gina giggled. Then Kelly pulled Dick back to his seat. Megan watched enviously, wishing she were Kelly.

Then Megan went behind Gina and slapped her buttocks a few times.

"Good, a nice ass," Megan said.

"Is that enough, miss?" Gina mumbled.

"One last thing..." Megan said, reaching behind her and slapping Gina's buttocks hard.

"Ahhh...!" Gina screamed.

Megan smiled with satisfaction as she watched her handprint slowly appear on Gina's buttocks. She didn't know why she did it, but it felt incredibly good. She looked around; many people were watching, though most were still focused on the stage. The hypnotized women on stage were now seated, while a group of hypnotized men were licking their breasts. Suddenly, almost simultaneously, the hypnotized men buried their heads in the thighs of the women in front of them.

Megan stopped whipping Gina and carefully observed Rachel on the stage. The man who had been wearing a pink thong pulled down Rachel's panties, his eyes filled with lewd desire. Rachel reached out and hugged the man's back tightly, then pressed her breasts forcefully against his face before tearing off his thong.

Then Rachel leaned back contentedly. The man hadn't even completely taken off her panties before he eagerly began licking her vulva. Watching this, Megan couldn't help but feel excited. She was also happy for Rachel. Since her divorce, she must not have enjoyed this feeling. Finally, she had this opportunity, even under hypnosis, in front of so many viewers, and with a completely unfamiliar man.

“Can you believe Hess would do that? Megan, come sit here,” Kelly said. Megan wasn’t keen on sitting next to Kelly, since Dick was there too, but she figured it wouldn’t hurt. Gina was still half-squatting there.

“Some Long Island Iced Tea, waiter, you can stand up now,” Dick said.

“Oh, thank you, I’ll be right back,” Gina said.

A barely-grown boy at the next table reached under Gina’s skirt, groped her thigh, and pinched her buttocks.

“Oh, young man, what do you think you’re doing?!” He jumped back as if burned.

Dick interjected, “No, lad, like this.” He winked at the boy. “Gina, bend down and touch your toes.” She did as he said. “Remember what Wally said? As long as you get her to bend down first, she won’t object to anything you do.” Dick grinned slyly.

The boy jumped off his seat, pressed his face close to her buttocks, and then lifted her skirt, slowly pulling her yellow panties down to about knee level.

"Oh, young man, don't do this, oh, young man, stop, quick..." She couldn't help but moan as the boy's hand penetrated her already soaking wet vagina. The boy even rubbed her anus with his thumb. Megan just shook her head.

Kelly said, "That's it, Dick, we'll never get our drinks."

Dick shrugged. "I'm sure other waiters will show up."

Megan asked, "I don't think either of you were hypnotized, were you?"

"Oh, you mean, not like Hess on stage?" Kelly replied.

"Who?" Megan didn't know who she was referring to.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Dick said.

"What? I don't know, Hess? Who?"

"Oh, great, wait a minute, why don't I remember her being hypnotized..." Kelly started looking around, then she suddenly realized what was happening under her skirt.

"Oh, damn it, I'm not wearing underwear!" Just as she said this, her eyes suddenly went blank, and she stood up and walked towards the back of the club.

"What's going on?" Dick asked, "That's weird, where is she going?" He tried to find her, but found his butt stuck to the chair. "This is... oh, screw you, we're all hypnotized."

"No, I believe I'm not," Megan said, "I'm all dressed."

"I can change that, Megan." Dick smiled wickedly at her.

"Oh, anyway, you may be cute, but you can't ask me to take my clothes off!"

"Megan, take off your top," Dick said.

"What's wrong with me!" she exclaimed, her hands moving as if on their own, starting to remove her shirt. As she pulled up her clothes, her eyes widened. "What the hell am I doing?" When she took off her shirt, her disheveled hair fell onto her pink bra.

"Megan, take off your skirt," Dick instructed again.

"No, no... this can't be..." she said, but she still stood up, unbuttoned her skirt, letting it fall to the ground, and then sat back down, wearing only her bra, panties, and fishnet stockings. She tried to cover her bra and panties with her hands.

Dick stood up and walked towards Megan, now it was his turn to be at a loss. "What's wrong?" He seemed more worried than panicked, then he knelt down in front of Megan and pulled down her thong.

Just then, Kelly returned, wearing the same waitress uniform as Gina, except the top seemed too small, and she wasn't wearing a bra, her B-cup breasts exposed for all to see. Someone had stopped her and written "Beautiful Breasts!" on her breasts.

"May I serve you both, sir? Miss?" she asked.

Megan smiled happily, "Of course, but please stand to the side first." At that moment, Dick inserted his tongue into her vagina, and she screamed sharply. Dick continued to lick her clitoris, swirling around it, before penetrating deeper into her vagina.

Kelly walked to the table and stood next to Gina, while the boy at the next table was still playing with her anus.

Megan said, "Kelly, turn around and touch your toes."

Kelly did as she was told.

Then Megan lifted Kelly's skirt, admiring her and Gina side by side performing the same lewd act. Both of them had their buttocks exposed. Megan then noticed that, apart from her shoes, Kelly was only wearing that black short skirt. The word "plump buttocks" written on her buttocks at some point made Megan feel even more pleasure.

Kelly had a very full buttocks, especially compared to her small but firm breasts. Megan seemed to understand why someone would want to write those words. Then she found herself unconsciously reaching out and rubbing her buttocks.

Dick was still massaging her buttocks from behind, which made Megan feel even more excited. Both she and Kelly began to moan. Megan moved her hand to Kelly's private parts and then inserted a finger into her vagina.

"Mmm... turn around, Kelly doll."

Kelly did not straighten up, still with her chest hanging down, and turned around in the same position. Then Megan grabbed the back of her head and brought her mouth close to her own.

"Mmm..." Megan groaned, slipping her tongue into Kelly's mouth and licking it. "Great, now suck my nipples, Kelly doll."

Kelly lowered her head.

"I've never done this to a woman before..." Kelly said, sounding harmless, then took Megan's nipple into her mouth.

"Never, never to this extent, but it's so sexy, oh!" Megan couldn't help but cry out as Kelly's mouth brought a tingling pleasure to her breasts. The pleasure, along with the slight pain from her nipple ring, surged up her spine and spread throughout her body. Megan

felt like she was on fire, like a volcano about to erupt. She felt like she was about to ascend to heaven, about to reach the most intense climax, but she couldn't reach it. No matter how much Dick used his tongue to penetrate her vagina, she just couldn't climax.

Suddenly, Wally's voice echoed throughout the space, "Table six, freeze!"

Megan paid no attention to the words until she realized her right hand, which was inserted into Kelly's vagina, was immobilized. Megan arched her back, her face frozen in the ecstasy she had just displayed, like a photograph from a porn magazine. Her thighs were clamped around Dick's head, while her left hand held Kelly's head tightly against her.

If Megan could move her eyes, she could see the two words on Kelly's buttocks, written on the stage, as evidenced by Wally's smiling walk towards Table six.

Megan could still feel Dick's tongue pressing against her clitoris, while Kelly gently pulled her bra outwards, biting it. Kelly placed one hand on the back of Dick's head and the other on Megan's buttocks. The three of them remained motionless, like statues.

For some reason, the man on stage wearing a pink thong was also frozen in place. He stood there, his expression seemingly pained, while Rachel knelt before him, sucking his testicles, her eyes looking up at him with the pleading of a puppy. She wrapped her arms around him, squeezing his buttocks tightly. Was he also from table six? Megan thought, he must be Rachel's boyfriend. Rachel was completely naked, her buttocks were so beautiful, especially when her beautiful blonde hair cascaded down her hips.

"Please shine the spotlight here, okay?" Wally said to McKenna. Megan felt a bright light shine on her, and she realized how exposed she was. Completely naked and making prostitute-like movements, all eyes were now focused on her when the spotlight shone on her.

Megan couldn't see the light source, but she could hear a cacophony of noise—some laughing, some calling her a slut or a whore, others talking about her nipple ring or mentioning hypnotic suggestions. She could also hear camera flashes and feel the constant barrage of light. She knew it wouldn't be long before she saw her own photos online.

"Oh, this is quite a sight, isn't it? You're all a very lewd bunch, Rachel, Hess, stand up, get dressed, and come over here." The man on stage straightened up, pulled on his thong over his erect penis, and Rachel found her underwear, put it on, and then picked up the rest of her clothes and walked towards table number six.

As she got closer to Megan, Megan couldn't help but marvel at Rachel's perfect C-cup breasts—more perfect than anyone else's! Pale pink areolas, beautiful nipples—Megan didn't know where her fantasies about women came from; she only knew how lost she was in those fantasies, licking a girl's vulva, biting her nipples, sucking her tongue…

"Megan, it seems you've become a mischievous imp, hasn't it?" Wally's question interrupted Megan's reverie. He paused, waiting for Megan's answer, then remembered that the frozen Megan couldn't speak. "Her body still can't move, except for her mouth… she can speak."

Megan slightly parted her lips. "I'm a little thirsty," she said.

"Now you can move your right hand. If you're willing to pull your hand out of this girl's vulva," Wally paused, waiting for the audience's laughter, and continued only after the laughter subsided, "she can stand up to get a drink."

Megan quickly pulled her hand out; her face was flushed. For a moment, she didn't know where to put her right hand, then she hid it behind her chair.

“Okay, I just asked, so you’ve turned into a troublemaker, haven’t you?” Wally asked.

Megan tried to look down at Dick, who was licking her genitals, but Kelly’s head blocked most of her view. If she weren’t sitting in front of hundreds of audience members, she thought she might actually enjoy the feeling. “Maybe, Wally, I never expected to be like this tonight!”

More laughter erupted from the audience. “Oh, I don’t think so. When you were hypnotized, I found that you all suppressed a lot of sexual desire that should have been expressed long ago,” Wally continued.

Rachel had already gone to the side and dressed, her face still flushed, her breathing quite heavy and labored. She sat next to Megan, while Hess sat opposite her.

“I guess so, Wally!” Megan couldn’t argue.

“Gina, stand up and get a Long Island Iced Tea for everyone at this table, including yourself,” Wally turned to face the audience. “They’re all under my control. What a fun night!” He waved, and the audience cheered wildly.

Gina stood up, a smile on her face. No one knew if she even remembered she was part of this table. She smoothed her skirt and hurried towards the back of the club.

"Megan, I'm sure I'm still on the verge of climax. The funny thing is, you need permission to climax, and anyone but yourself can give it to you. Isn't that fun?" Wally grinned. Megan felt her heart pounding in her throat; she'd never felt so embarrassed in her life.

"Alright, table six, unfreeze. And Megan—climax!"

Suddenly, Megan felt Dick's tongue swirling rapidly inside her vagina again, and Kelly gently biting her nipple. The pent-up desire exploded instantly. Megan couldn't help but scream loudly. The frustration of not being able to climax, combined with the stimulation of hundreds of spectators watching, made Megan scream ecstatically.

"Ah...oh, God...my God...oh..." Her voice sounded like she was giving birth, showing how intense her orgasm was. She arched her back and straightened her legs, trying to dissipate the waves of energy surging through her body, which felt like it had been electrocuted.

Just as all these sensations began to fade, "Megan—another orgasm!" Wally commanded again.

Megan looked at Wally in confusion. She had just finished an orgasm; she could even feel her thighs still trembling slightly. Dick was still licking her genitals. She pushed Kelly away; she simply didn't have the strength for another orgasm, but it still happened.

She felt a surge of energy within her, slowly increasing in size, then rapidly impacting her clitoris. Suddenly, she orgasmed again, as if she hadn't just experienced that intense orgasm. No, no, this couldn't be happening, especially in front of so many people, she thought.

She grabbed Dick's head, pressing him deeply into her vagina and clamping her legs tightly together. As the orgasm slowly subsided, Megan realized she had almost strangled the lovely man.

"How...how...could you...do this to me...?" Megan wanted to ask him to stop, but before she could speak, another wave of orgasm washed over her, wave after wave of pleasure assaulting every cell in her body.

"It's truly astonishing, Megan. I've only ever met a very few women who can orgasm under my command in this situation," Wally said, looking around and demanding more applause. "Now, how many of you want to see if she can become the first woman who, under my hypnosis, can reach orgasm at any time simply by giving the command of certain people I choose? Oh, and let me add, those of you I've chosen, you can give this right to anyone you like at any time, or take it back, as long as it happens in front of her." Wally heard the commotion throughout the hall.

"Now, who wants to see Megan orgasm anywhere here, huh?" Wally asked the audience.

After a burst of cheers and applause, Wally continued, "Alright, guests on stage, get dressed and go back to your seats."

Megan had to admit that these orgasms were indeed quite ecstatic, but she still couldn't imagine herself orgasming so passionately in front of so many people.

"Decker - spank! Kelly - beautiful ass!" Wally commanded in a commanding voice.

Some audience members laughed, but they didn't make any moves, they just suddenly fell into a deep sleep.

"Okay, Decker, you don't have to lick Megan's clitoris every time you see her in her thong anymore. Kelly, you don't have to be our waitress anymore either. You two, stand up straight."

Wally considered that only Decker was still dressed at this table of customers. "Kelly, go to the back and put your clothes back on, then come back here." At this moment, Gina returned with drinks and placed them on the table.

"Decker, we're going to play some music, and you'll be dancing a striptease on stage. Okay, you two wake up." Decker and Kelly both opened their eyes. Kelly calmly walked to the back, still topless, with only a skirt vaguely covering her buttocks. As she passed, Wallace took the opportunity to pat her buttocks. She didn't react much, just smiled at him. As she continued walking, almost every man patted her buttocks or pinched her ample breasts to let her pass, including some women.

At this moment, 70s striptease music started playing. Decker quickly went on stage, looking a little confused, and then began to dance while taking off her clothes.

Megan found his rhythm quite good, but then she remembered he used to be in a band, which wasn't surprising. What attracted Megan more was what was hidden under his briefs—the beautiful bulge at the base of his thighs. Megan unconsciously licked her lips. Then Dick pulled down his briefs, displaying his penis like a macho man. The women in the room began to cheer, and Megan felt herself getting excited again.

"Meghan—orgasm!" Wally's voice suddenly stopped Megan's reverie. The spotlight that had been shining on Dick suddenly returned to her.

Once again, she felt a surge of pleasure welling up inside her. Her vagina began to vibrate, as if she had inserted all her favorite vibrators. She saw Gina's buttocks next to her right hand and naturally placed her hand on them. She felt herself approaching orgasm; a surge of heat rushed to her head, her hand, and her genitals.

She felt Gina and herself merge as her hands touched, and she could feel the excitement of having her sensitive buttocks touched by someone else. She arched her back involuntarily, even though she knew how lewd the movement was, she couldn't control herself. Before she was ready, a powerful orgasm erupted like a volcano, just about twenty seconds after Wally gave the command!

She felt a daze, her vaginal fluids overflowing, wave after wave of orgasms continuing uninterrupted. She trembled in front of hundreds of spectators, vaguely hearing their enthusiastic applause.

When she came to her senses, she realized she had experienced a complete orgasm at the command of a stranger, and her cheeks flushed with shame.

Apparently, during her climax, Wally had ordered Gina to go somewhere else, since the drink was still on the table, but Gina had disappeared. Rachel was kissing the stranger from before, like a couple reunited after a long separation. Dick was on stage, getting dressed, while Kelly, already changed, was walking towards her seat.

"Megan, you can put your clothes on now," Wally said.

After all that had happened, Megan couldn't even comprehend how exposed she was, wearing only garter belts and high heels, until Wally told her.

She quickly bent down to pick up her bra and panties. As she dressed, she could feel hundreds of burning eyes watching her. Megan felt like an eternity before she finally buttoned up the last button of her shirt. At that moment, Gina returned and sat down next to Kelly.

"Good, everything's back to normal. How's that?" Wally smiled slyly, knowing how powerful the post-hypnotic commands he had given these people were.

"Shouldn't you all come up on stage and bow to everyone? You're truly the most important part of today's performance." Rachel, Dick, and the stranger with Rachel put down their drinks and walked onto the stage with the others. Golden Globe-style music played, and starting with Dick, everyone bowed to the audience.

"Now, I'm going to restore you, so you won't be troubled by these post-hypnotic suggestions again!" Wally said to them.

"Dick—spanking! Kelly—beautiful butt!" They immediately closed their eyes.

"Gina—hot girl!" Gina walked to a chair at the back of the stage, sat down, and fell into a deep sleep.

"Rachel—blonde beauty!" Rachel swayed slightly but remained standing, only closing her eyes and letting her head droop heavily forward.

"Hess—be Megan!" Hess took a breath and then closed his eyes as well.

Megan was still pondering what "being Megan" meant when she suddenly heard, "Meghan - Bunny Doll!" All her thoughts vanished instantly. She closed her eyes, only vaguely hearing sporadic cheers from the audience.

"Wake up!" Wally said.

Megan opened her eyes and found all her friends staring at her. "What are you all looking at?" she asked. Dick and Kelly looked at her expectantly, Rachel and Gina giggled beside her, and Hess sat next to her, holding her hand tightly.

"Hess, what's wrong?" she whispered to him.

Wally stood in front of the table, his back to the stage, and an eerie silence filled the hall.

Megan had no idea what was happening to everyone. She knew she had been hypnotized, although she didn't think she was easily hypnotized. She remembered going on stage and doing things common in hypnotic performances, like raising her hand and then being unable to lower it, her whole body stiffening so someone could sit on her, barking like a puppy, and even chewing on a bone!

Yes, it was ridiculous, but so what? Hess was even worse; they made him think he was a stripper, flaunting that pink thong!

Why was Hess looking at her like that, holding her hand so tightly, as if he didn't want her to stand up?

"That's our show for tonight. I hope everyone has a great time," Wally said, and everyone stood up, grabbing their coats and bags. "If you want to cool off inside, feel free; I'm sure it's terribly hot outside."

Megan practically jumped out of her chair; she suddenly felt incredibly hot, and soon her body was covered in sweat.

"Oh, haha, that's fun, Wally," Megan said.

Wally turned around, and the audience started clapping and cheering again; the performance seemed to have a little more to go.

"I didn't know, it's really hot outside, Megan."

Megan pulled open her shirt, and a lot of sweat poured from her forehead.

"It's so hot, Wally, oh my god!" Megan exclaimed, frantically wiping the sweat from her face. She knew Wally must have done something to her, but she still couldn't believe how hot she felt. Besides, she felt her nipples hardening, and she was incredibly embarrassed, thinking the audience could see everything through her bra.

"Yeah, but I think there's a way to fix it. It's really hot, isn't it?" Wally said.

Megan felt Hess forcefully pulling her hand to sit down, but she couldn't resist. She felt that in this heat, she would faint if she didn't do something. She quickly took off her skirt. Every time she heard Wally say the word "hot," she felt even hotter and couldn't help but want to take off her clothes.

Before Wally could utter the next "hot," she suddenly ran towards the exit, ignoring her clothes and other belongings left behind. She felt like she was running naked, all eyes on her, and she could feel her D-cup breasts jiggle violently with each step. But she had no other choice unless she wanted this madman to keep making her undress in front of everyone!

Because she was wearing high heels, she couldn't run very fast, but most of the audience made way for her and started clapping for Wally. "Run, girl!" Kelly yelled after her.

"It must be really hot, Megan." The audience could hear Megan's moan as she stepped out the door, taking off her bra and covering her breasts with her hands. They could vaguely hear Wally talking.

"Thank you everyone! Have a great evening!"

Megan ran to the car and crouched down, hoping to avoid everyone's gaze until Hess came over and quickly let her in, so that not too many people would see her standing outside in just a thong and pantyhose.

"I've never been so embarrassed in my life!" Megan said.

Hess handed her her clothes with a slight smile, and after she put them on, her other friends returned to the car.

"At least tell us what you did!" Megan looked at Rachel.

"What did we do? Honestly, I never thought we'd do this! But it's true, we just ran out here, haha." Rachel kept laughing, turning her head, and Megan noticed she was looking at Hess.

"It energized me!" Hess said, grabbing her hand and placing it on his crotch. She smiled.

“At least it’s somewhat worthwhile. To be honest, I thought the show would have been even dirtier and more obscene,” Megan said.

Kelly and Dick came in, and as Kelly was about to sit down, Dick slapped her on the butt.

“Oh, you think running around shirtless isn’t obscene enough?” Kelly laughed.

“Well, yeah, but I heard Wallace has even more lewd and bizarre shows,” Megan replied.

“Oh, maybe I don’t remember everything,” Dick said, “but don’t worry, I have a tape.” He laughed happily and pulled a videotape from his coat pocket. “You can come to my house tomorrow night. Wallace says we’ll all be very surprised.”

Megan was a little confused. “Surprised about what? What do I not remember? What did I do on stage?” She felt that Dick’s words were implying something, but she couldn’t remember doing anything embarrassing.

Kelly nudged Decker with her shoulder. "Remember? When we woke up from hypnosis, Megan was still hypnotized. She was the only one of us who was asked to forget what she had done."

Megan looked closely at Kelly's face, hoping to find signs that she was lying. "You must be joking, Kelly. You mean I did something that I don't remember at all?"

"I think we all are, honey, but a little more serious, remembering less than the rest of us. And while we were on stage, he whispered something in my ear. Who knows what he left in my head?" Kelly leaned forward and tapped Megan's forehead. "Do you remember anything about Hess or me?"

Megan quickly racked her brains. "No, nothing. Hess sat next to me all night, right? Except when I went on stage to be hypnotized." The only answer was silence. "Is that so, Hess?" Her voice began to grow impatient.

Hess simply continued reversing, driving the car out of the parking lot, while Dick looked at her with a somewhat innocent expression. She couldn't understand what was going on. Then she noticed Hess winking at Rachel in the mirror. What were they doing? Oh well, she'd understand once she saw the videotape tomorrow night, she thought to herself.

Gina addressed everyone, "Hey everyone, I have an idea! How about we all get tattoos on our butts before watching the videotape tomorrow night?"

Megan was still thinking when she heard everyone's approval. "Sure, why not?" She'd wanted a tattoo on her butt for a long time.

Kelly said from the back of the SUV, "Meghan, it seems like you don't remember what happened tonight at all. Do you remember what it would be like to hear this? 'Bunny Doll'."

The car continued driving, Megan looking out the window, feeling only a profound silence inside.

"Uh, sweetheart? It's time to get dressed. I mean, we're home."

Megan looked down in shock, only to see her clothes and skirt neatly folded on her thighs. Then she looked back. Kelly just looked innocent, Dick winked at her, and Rachel and Gina seemed to be deliberately suppressing their laughter.

Wasn't she already dressed? For some reason, she didn't feel ashamed at all in front of her friends. She didn't want to put her clothes back on; instead, she had a desire to take off all the remaining clothes on her body!

She opened the car door, left the clothes on her thighs in the car, and ran out. She swaggered towards her house, feeling many burning gazes on her. This made her very happy. She stretched out her legs, deliberately swaying her hips as she walked, and reached behind her back, throwing the only thing left on her upper body—her bra—in the air, letting the cold wind slap against her erect nipples.

Megan saw Hess frowning, seemingly angry as he spoke to Kelly, but she couldn't make out their conversation.

For some reason, Megan suddenly had a brilliant idea. "Let's play 'Sexy Ladies Whipping'! Whoever catches me gets to lie on your knees and let you spank me!" Only after saying it did she realize she must have drunk too much tonight.

Megan heard laughter coming from the SUV, and Hess's voice saying it wasn't fun, but he couldn't stop anyone. Dick, Kelly, and Rachel had already jumped out and started playing, chasing Megan frantically across the grass in only her thong and garter belt.

Dick caught her first, followed by a series of loud slaps and Megan's cries of pain and pleasure.

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