9 comments/ 30501 views/ 21 favorites The Hottest Show on Earth By: hotwords229 Mark went to work feeling pretty good. He always liked working with Amy because they would talk and flirt a lot. Every conversation they had always ended up being about sex, sexual relationships, men and women, etc. Mark thought Amy was cute, but a little too brainy at times for her own good. Plus she was a little strange, she was big into science, meditation, and she was convinced that with enough concentration a person could control things with their minds. Mark loved her ideas but chalked them up to fun stuff to talk about but not to take seriously. The two of them worked in the theater as lighting technicians and today they were running a tech rehearsal with some of the actors onstage. The job had a very relaxed atmosphere and everyone, actors and techs, got along very well. In fact, it was a very sexual place to work; there was almost more flirting than work on any given day. This was Mark's favorite production they had done so far, it was called Sex and Sensuality featuring an all female cast of hotties. The play itself was rather boring, but the girls playing the parts were all fit, beautiful and fun to be around. Plus the director was a woman and although she was older, she wasn't bad looking herself. Mark had seen most of the cast in very little clothing over the past few weeks and he was enjoying himself a little too much at times, or so Amy thought. They discussed at length the physical attributes of each actress and Amy was feeling a little insecure about it, but she wouldn't let on to Mark. Amy arrived in the tech booth, which looked over the stage, a few minutes before Mark. He would be there soon and she was feeling very nervous. She knew that today would not be just any other day. Today would change everything between them forever. She heard Mark coming and her stomach twitched in anticipation. "Morning Sexy." he said as he walked in. "Hi, Mark. They are still wandering in down there, so we have sometime before anything happens." As he put his stuff down he could tell something about Amy was different. "What's up?" he asked. You seem . . . off." "Oh nothing big. I just figured a few things out last night, that's all." She was smiling ear-to-ear. He smiled back and played along. "Oh yeah? Like what?" "Let's just say I have some new abilities that might impress you." She was almost snickering. "Okay, I can't wait. What is it?" Amy rolled her eyes up at the ceiling being very playful. "Well let's see if I can find something to demonstrate." She looked around the room. "See that bag over there?" Mark looked at a gym bag on the chair across the room. He looked back at Amy as she focused her eyes on it. Suddenly the bag lifted itself off the chair and flung itself at Mark. He caught it and looked at the bag astonished. "No way!" He examined the bag closely looking for strings, but found nothing. Then he walked over to the chair and looked for a device of some kind, but still nothing. "No! I don't believe it!" "Believe it. I finally did it. Years I've been working at this and I finally found the solution." She jumped as she spoke. "There's no way! Do something else!" Mark was incredulous. He watched her again. She looked out through the window and onto the stage. She saw Kara; a girl she knew that Mark liked. Kara was wearing a towel over a "nude suit" which is a skin colored body suit that left little to the imagination. Mark watched as Amy focused on Kara and in no time at all her towel burst from her body and onto the floor. Kara was left standing in her body suit looking pretty naked from where they were standing. Mark saw the perfect shape of her breasts as she grabbed at the towel to cover up. "I know you're a boob man, so I figured I'd give you a thrill." Amy said. She looked back at Kara. "Looks like it's cold down there." Although Mark appreciated the sight, he was much too exasperated to react. "This is amazing. Amy, do you realize what this means? I don't. But I know it's pretty big! Think of what you can do!" "I have. I've been thinking about it all night. And although there are a lot of amazing applications, there's really only one thing I want to do with this power." "What?" Mark asked. Amy focused on his jeans and before he knew it Mark felt his zipper pulling itself down. He quickly grabbed it and pulled it back up. He laughed very nervously. "Okay, very funny. But seriously . . ." he cut off his words as he felt his shirt disappear. Mark looked down and saw that he was completely shirtless. "Amy . . ." Then he dropped about an inch and felt the cold floor on his feet. He looked down and his shoes and socks were gone. He looked back at her in shock. "How . . . Don't!" She looked at him with a devious grin, Mark's stomach filled with butterflies, Goosebumps broke out across his body and a sweat began to cover his back and forehead. Once again, his zipper pulled itself down, the button released and the front of his jeans peeled open. Mark grabbed the front of his pants and closed them, he pulled the zipper back up and buttoned them again. "Okay, seriously now. That was funny, but . . ." BAM, his pants disappeared off his body. Mark was now standing in only his boxers. Amy was chuckling enthusiastically. Mark instinctively covered himself with his hands as she looked down at his underwear. He felt the fabric of his boxers vanish under his hands as the all too familiar feeling of his naked penis filled them. Amy was ecstatic now. She thrust her head up high laughing uncontrollably. Mark felt his face flush with rage, then humor. He realized this was pretty funny, but hoped it would end soon. Amy stepped back and took a good look. "Well hello Cowboy!" She laughed. "My, my, my what a nice little body you have." She looked at how red his face was, how every muscled in his nude form convulsed, how his biceps flexed while trying to conceal his nakedness from her. Mark had a great body; it was as good as she had always hoped. "Mark, you are gorgeous. Look at you. All this time I watched you watching them, lusting after all the pretty girls down there knowing I could never have you to myself and yet here you are, completely naked and all just for me." "Okay, you had your fun. It was funny. I get it. I probably even deserve it. Now can I have my clothes back, please?" He begged. "Well not yet. I haven't seen the best parts!" She smiled and looked at his hands covering himself. "You've seen enough, Please!" "Turn around and let me see that wonderful butt." Mark considered running out but he knew there was nowhere to go, plus Jane the director would be coming up the stairs anytime now. He figured it was best to give her what she wanted. He turned around and exposed his naked butt to her. Amy whistled and applauded. "Now that is one fine ass! Mark, you should be required by law to be naked at all times with a body like that!" He turned back to face her. He was feeling a little pride in her appreciation of his physique. "Thank you. Now clothes please." He said smiling, almost enjoying the embarrassment now. "Okay, just raise your hands if you will." She said. "Nope. That's where we draw the line. This is getting out of hand." "That's what I want. I want THAT out of your hands!" She laughed pointing to his manhood. "Jane will be here any minute and you're going to get me fired. Now give me my clothes back." He pleaded. Amy focused on his hands. Mark could feel his arms start to pull away, but he fought it. "NO!" he yelled. "I don't want to do it this way, Mark. I'd rather you showed me because you wanted to, but if I have to . . . " His arms let go and pulled his hands away. Amy caught only a very brief glimpse of his naked penis when she was distracted by a voice. "What the hell!" Jane said as she came in the door. Mark quickly covered up again and ran out of the room. He could hear Jane and Amy saying something to each other as he ran, but couldn't make out what it was. Mark ran down the hall and into the stairwell. The cold stairs were stinging his bare feet, but he didn't know what else to do. He knew there was no way out of this. He recognized that he should have just stayed in the tech booth, and asked Jane for help, but for whatever reason running away seemed to be the solution. He got near the bottom of the stairs and heard some of the actresses coming up the hall on the other side of the door. He stopped and looked back; he could see Amy and Jane coming down the stairs. He was trapped in the stairwell. The only other door led out into the theater and he couldn't go that way. He was going to have to make a move, but didn't know which way to go. He pushed the theater door open slightly to see if he could sneak away somehow. As soon as he opened the door, he felt warmer. He wasn't sure why at first then he realized his clothes were back on. Mark looked down and saw that he was once again fully dressed. He reached down and felt the material just to make sure, then he quickly jumped through the door and into the theater. All the girls on the stage looked at him and began saying hello. "What's the matter?" Kara asked. "Your face is red as a beat. What were you doing naughty boy" She laughed. Mark just wanted to go home. He walked up onstage heading for the back door when he heard Amy call his name. Mark stopped and looked back. Amy and Jane were walking down the theater toward the stage. He was standing center stage. All the girls were looking back and forth from Mark to Amy wondering what this was all about. "Mark has something to show us everyone take a seat." Amy said. That smile never faded she was in all her glory. Like a bunch of robots all the girls including Jane sat in the first two rows of the theater looking up at Mark. He wanted to run, but Amy wasn't letting him; he assumed she was controlling all the girls too. He wondered just how much power she had. Mark thought to himself that he just had to concentrate, if she could do it he could do it, or he could at least prevent it from being done. The theater went dark and the spots were on Mark. He could still see all the girls looking at him. He tried to cover his crotch knowing what was coming, but his arms wouldn't move. He was pouring with sweat, his heart was pounding, and his stomach felt like it was on the world's most precarious roller coaster. Amy stood up and climbed onto the stage next to him. "Ladies, this young man has a crush on all of you. Or at least on all of your bodies. He has lusted after your breasts, asses, legs, and all other parts of your bodies. He has had fantasies about showering with many of you, at the same time of course, and he has masturbated profusely to the imagined representation of your naked bodies. In short, he is a typical guy! And like all typical guys he is a pervert. It's not his fault really. He is hard wired that way. His penis does all his thinking for him. He is powerless in fact to do anything but spank that thing whenever he can. So I suppose we shouldn't be mad at him, but at that." She pointed to his bulge. "Now I think it's time, since all of you have provided him with so many thrills, that he return the favor. It's time for all of us to see what these boys do behind closed doors." Mark shuddered at that. He now realized what he was going to be forced to do. He was terrified and somewhat excited. Amy took a few steps away as Mark's arms were pulled out to his sides. He now stood in the pose of the Vitruvian Man. He could feel himself becoming a little aroused. He looked around one last time knowing that soon there would be no more secrets. Before he could conjure another thought all of the clothes were torn from his body and flew away. He was now standing there in front of all these beautiful women completely nude. His penis flopped down against his balls. Every muscle in his body flexed against this action. He looked at Amy, she was staring right at his piece. "Looks like you need a little incentive Mark." Amy looked over at Kara. Kara suddenly stood up drawing Mark's attention. As she stood her clothes disappeared completely and she stretched her perfect nude body in front of him. But only for a second, then she was clothed and sitting again. That burned an image in his mind of her perfect boobs, her tight little abs and that lower v-shape he loved so much. His dick hardened immediately. He looked over at Amy as she watched his penis pulsate with pure, uncompromising desire. She then looked at his face and noticed how it had changed. He had a look of intent, of wild animal lust, she could feel his penis through this new power she obtained, but she wasn't controlling it. His dick came to life. It throbbed, it wanted to feast upon this moment and Amy noticed that Mark wasn't looking at Kara, he was looking at her. He wanted Amy. He wanted sex. He wanted release. And he wanted it now. She focused on his body and became one with it. Amy mentally stroked his hard cock and as she did so she felt it, not as a woman feeling a man, but as a man feeling his own dick. The sensation was amazing. She could feel the tingling, tickling, and sparkling of a million nerve endings all firing at once. She could feel the hanging balls as they tightened, surged, and readied themselves; the miraculous synchronization of breathing, blood, and skin all joining together to create the most mind-blowing sensation imaginable. Mark couldn't believe what he was feeling; this was the best jack-off session he had ever experienced. Even though he could barely think at this point it occurred to him that the audience was also groaning in pleasure. 'Was it possible?' he thought. 'Is she making them all experiencing my pleasure? Is this all of us climaxing at the same time?' He looked out at the audience and saw a sea of women all wriggling in their chairs; their eyes fixed on his nakedness, their heavy breathing, and their sweat pouring down their necks onto their amazing breasts. He looked back at Amy, he saw her face flushed, her eyes blurred with pleasure and her nipples hardened under her tight shirt. She was standing with her hands cupped together in front of her, breathing uncontrollably, and undulating on curled toes. He couldn't take it anymore. All of Mark's muscles tightened and released as he fired his hot sperm into the air as all the girls watched in awe. There was a collective gasp and release felt throughout the theater. Mark was exhausted. He fell to the floor and looked out at the audience. He saw that all the girls had felt what he felt, what Amy felt. He looked over at Amy she looked back to him and smiled one last time. "Thank you" she whispered. Suddenly they were back in the tech booth. Amy had used her powers to erase the last forty minutes. "What?" Mark said as he put his stuff down. "Nothing, I was just thinking." "There's something different about you. You look more confidant than usual or something." "I've just . . . learned a few things that's all. I think I understand guys better now." She said as she moved in close to him. Mark was a little taken back. Amy put her lips against his and kissed him. They separated and Mark smiled. "Whatever you learned, I think I like it." He moved in this time and kissed her, he pushed his tongue against hers. He pulled her in close and she felt the hardness in his pants growing. His hands slid up and found her breasts, she smiled. 'Boys will be boys' she thought to herself. 'And now I understand why.' Amy laughed and thought, 'I'll get those pants off you yet. And this time it will be your choice.' The Hottest Show on Earth Pt. 02 Amy had been enjoying her new powers, but they still didn't help her with guys. One guy in particular, Mark, was the man she lusted for. She had mentally stripped him naked and experienced the sensation of baring his erection in front of a theater full of women and then mentally masturbated him while she too had experienced the physical sensation of male ejaculation through him, but she still wanted more. The problem was that she reversed time and allowed Mark to have no memory those events ever happened, so she was never able to relive the moment with him. Amy had used her powers for other purposes, like the day she was caught not using her turn signal. The minute the police officer hit his lights, she made them fall of his cruiser, then caused his engine to completely fail as she nonchalantly drove off. Or that time in the grocery store when she decided to make everyone in her way suddenly feel the desire to move to the left of the aisle as she came through. Amy was smart enough to be cautious though, she knew that if anyone realized she had this power she could be in big trouble. And that was her dilemma. Amy desperately wanted to tell everyone, or at least her closest friends. Instead she kept it to herself and simply practiced making things happen in the security of her own apartment. One day while in the park surrounded by people and feeling totally isolated and alone Amy watched as two really fit guys played some form of "aggressive" Frisbee. They were both good-looking and the kind of guys that she was instantly attracted to. They weren't "Mark Hot", nobody was "Mark Hot", but they were super handsome. Now, of course, Mark was no super model by any means, he was simply very cute. But what made him so sexy was the way he talked to Amy, they way he looked at her, and the way he made her laugh, and more than anything the way he made her feel. Plus, he had an amazing smile and really sexy eyes. The guys continued playing Frisbee and Amy decided they should remove their shirts, so she focused. In a flash one guy decided to remove his shirt revealing the greatest abs she had ever seen. This guy looked like his body was chiseled out of stone! Soon enough, the other guy took his shirt off. He wasn't bad either. Amy couldn't hear what they were saying, but they were laughing and joking around about something. Then she focused on the first guy's crotch. She began willing his penis to get hard. The guy's face was priceless; he was smiling in a weird way as he casually started to tug at his crotch and look around. Then finally he yelled that he needed a minute and quickly grabbed his cell phone and sat down Indian-style right in the middle of the field while pretending to text. Amy laughed at this. Then she looked at the other guy. She forced him to get hard right away so that his cotton shorts almost immediately shot out. This guy lost all interest in why his friend suddenly stopped playing and he grabbed his T-shirt and held it in front of his crotch as he quickly made his way to the bathrooms. Then the first guy stood up—apparently as she stopped concentrating on him he was able to get himself under control. So as he stood up Amy forced his shorts to the ground as if they were stuck on something and she got a nice 3 second view of his tight white ass! He quickly bent over and grabbed his shorts shocked and looking around to see if anyone noticed. She gave him a thumbs-up, but she didn't think he saw her. Then he started to head for the bathrooms too. She made him become erect again and he walked faster and faster to the restrooms as he hardened. Then she thought, 'Hmm. I wonder what those boys are going to do in there in their current conditions'. That caused a feeling to wash through her and she began to wonder what it might be like to see two guys going at it with each other. She was wondering what she could do to make this happen. She considered making the walls of the restrooms disappear and thought how it would look to see these two perfect male specimens with their dicks in their hands—or even better, with their dicks in each other's hands! Then she suddenly felt tremendous guilt. 'Is this right?' she wondered. 'Should I be doing this? These are after all innocent people that I'm manipulating.' Amy was torn—she had an amazing gift, but unfortunately she also had a conscience. She didn't feel right about making people do things against their will. Then again, she couldn't really get people to do things any other way. She felt that if she was hotter she could, or if she was less of a conscience soul she could; instead she was moderately attractive with a moral compass. 'FUCK!' she thought. And she went home feeling very uneasy that she would even have considered making the walls disappear. She would have exposed her powers and that could be dangerous. She was so caught up in the moment of seeing the two men naked and hard that she almost did something that nobody should be able to do. Of course, she could just reverse time again, but should she? She really needed to talk to someone! The next day at work she was once again in the control booth working with her secret crush, Mark. They were lighting technicians running the lighting board on a new theatrical production with an almost all male cast. This was a vast improvement Amy thought, as their last play was almost all women. She considered a lot of the guys to be super cute and wanted to have sex with almost all of them—especially Jack. Jack was young, muscular in a somewhat scrawny way, piercing blue eyes, nice hair, nice ass, and a great smile. He seemed nice too and possibly a little gay. Amy was starting to think she liked the gay thing more and more lately. She was starting to think about two guys together and how hot that would be. She started feeling more and more like a guy. Amy wondered if "feeling" sex through Mark had somehow left something behind—some type of testosterone or something that was making her feel more and more like a young horny guy! 'Nah!' she thought. Although she did want sex all the time lately, that's all she seemed to think about anymore and now she was lusting over the idea of two men together. She had heard all guys talk about two girls at a time and she knew that was a typical guy thing to want, but lately she was thinking the same thing! She watched Jack acting onstage and wondered if she shouldn't check him out sometime. Then her attention went back to her true desire—Mark. He seemed to be acting a little out of sorts this day. "So what's up?" Amy asked. "Nothing." Mark said. "You're acting weird." "How can you tell?" He asked. "I don't know something's off. Just tell me and let's avoid the dance." "I had a dream last night about me . . . and you." Amy smiled, "OOH, I like it already! Tell me everything and don't spare the details." "It's weird because I've had this dream A LOT lately. It's like I can't stop having this dream." "Well what is it? What happens?" She asked. Mark hesitated then went into it, "Okay we're here at work. We're just talking, everything's normal and all of a sudden I'm totally naked." Amy suddenly felt like she was hit in the gut. "Then I run downstairs and go out onstage naked and I'm jerking off in front of all the girls from Sex and Sexuality. And the weirdest part is I look in the mirror and I have your face!" Total silence. Amy can't think of what to say she feels like a kid who got caught cheating on a test in school. "Huh." She muttered. A million thoughts flooded her mind. 'Does he know? Is he going to bust me? Is it just his subconscious breaking through? Why does he remember? I erased the entire moment and turned back time! Oh shit!' She was starting to freak out a little. "Huh!" She said again. "Huh? That's your response?" Mark said. "Well I don't know what to say. What do you think it means?" She asked. "I don't know, it's been a dream I've had for a bunch of nights in a row. It's like I can't stop thinking about it." "How do you feel in the dream?" She asked. "Horny! I feel like I can feel it, you know one of those kinds of dreams?" "So you like it?" "Oh it's fucking amazing! But it's also weird like there's something important about it. Like it means something but I can't figure out what it is. It has something to do with you, but not in a sexual way, ironically. In the dream I feel like you are in some kind of danger and I'm completely unaware of what it is. Like you're in peril and I'm too busy jacking off for the ladies!" he said laughing. 'WOW!' she thought, 'How much more intuitive could you be, Mark?' This just made him even more attractive to her. He was more mentally powerful than she thought—being able to break through her reversal of time and still remember! She was positive none of the girls in the audience was able to remember anything. Not only could he remember, but also he was enough of a real man to feel that she was in danger and he needed/wanted to protect her. Mark's already sky-high "Sexiness Index" had just quadrupled! "So this dream is making you feel uneasy about me?" She asked. "No. Frankly it makes me feel unbelievably good! Every morning I wake up with my underwear plastered to my leg! It's doing a lot of damage to my laundry! But as far as you're concerned it's like the dream is telling me there is something important about you I need to be aware of, but I don't know what it is." "Does it make you feel afraid of me?" "No, not at all. It makes me want you." With that she almost melted. 'How could he just casually blurt that out!' She wondered. His voice began to shake a little, "In fact, I think I'm going to have to start dating you, just to make sure you're safe." He said without making eye contact as his cheeks began to turn rosy, then he looked at her. They stared into each other's eyes for the longest time. "So . . . do you want to, like, go out with me or something?" He asked purposefully being goofy about it. "Yeah, I guess, or something!" She replied with a huge smile in her goofiest voice. "Cool!" He said and put his hand out. She placed her hand in his and he shook it, "Congratulations!" He said and they both laughed hysterically. Then Amy was called down to talk to Jane, the Director of the play. Unfortunately Jane had her running around in circles the rest of the day, but it didn't matter she was on cloud nine and nothing could break her mood. She would occasionally look up at the booth and Mark would blow her a kiss, this sent her into even more happiness and she smiled the entire day through work. After work they went out to Subway for dinner. Okay it's not a five-star dinner at The Ritz, but these are working people—money is a little tight! As long as they're together they are happy. Every time Mark bit into his meatball sub a string of cheese would wrap itself around his chin. This had happened before when they came here as friends, but for the first time, Amy felt cool about pulling it off his chin and dropping it into her mouth like a cute couple would do. "Mark, what if it wasn't a dream you're having? What if it were a memory?" She asked. "Then I need to go to the hospital right now, because if I don't remember doing that then there is something terribly wrong with me!" He said. "Let's just say, for the sake of Science Fiction, that I had superpowers and I caused all that to actually happen to you and then, out of pure embarrassment, I made you and everyone else forget it happened and I turned back time. What would you say to that?" "I'd say, let's do it again! Amy, you have no idea how unbelievably sexy this whole experience is in the dream. It's the greatest sensation I have ever felt in my life. It is like an orgasm on top of ten other orgasms times a billion!" Amy took a deep breath, "Yeah.' She thought for a moment, then added, "It is real, Mark. I do have super powers. I did that to you, and I can do it again." She said and watched him. "Cool. Do it to me right here and now!" He said smiling and calling her bluff. "Watch those trays on the can by the door." She told him. He looked over and Amy made them all fall off the can and onto the floor. Mark jumped and looked at her. "I did that." She said. The person behind the counter walked over and started picking the trays up and wondering what caused them to fall. Mark sat perfectly still caught in mid chew. A meatball fell out of his sub and splashed sauce all over his shirt. Amy looked down and made the meatball fly back off of table and land in between his bread. Mark dropped the whole sandwich on the table and looked at her in disbelief. Then she looked down at the sauce on his shirt and mentally had every little particle of sauce lift off his shirt, collect in mid-air and softly land and soak into his napkin. Amy looked at him and tears began to flow out of her eyes. Mark stared at her in total shock. Then he broke his silence and uttered the only rational thing to say, "Holy . . . Fucking . . . Balls!" Amy took in a deep breath and really started to cry. Mark took her hand and comforted her lovingly. "Hey, what's wrong?" He asked as if this were an everyday thing. "What's wrong?" She said incredulously. She could only shake her head, unable to speak. Mark got up, helped her out of her booth, wrapped his arm around her and escorted her out of the restaurant. They sat in the park all-night and watched the half-moon slide across the starry sky. They talked about everything—every conceivable angle on Amy's new power. They discussed saving the world, preventing war, saving people's lives, manipulating the lottery, everything. Mark made Amy promise that whatever she did to him, she would not erase his mind again—or anyone's for that matter. She explained she did it out of panic and because the next time she sees him naked she wanted it to be because he wanted her to. Mark kissed her passionately after that and Amy finally felt complete. She was no longer alone, she had Mark—and if Mark was all she had then she had everything there was! They agreed that they should probably keep this low profile for now. Then Mark barraged her with questions: "So have you done anything other than me, the cop, and the two boner guys in the park?" "Like what? What would you do if you were me?" Amy asked. "I don't know. I would definitely freeze time and go into the women's showers. That's standard guy fantasy stuff." "But that's my dilemma, I shouldn't take advantage of people like that. I mean it borders on some kind of rape, doesn't it?" She asked. "I guess, but is it? I mean like I said this is everyone's fantasy, is it wrong to use it for what it's intended?" Mark wondered. "It's intended for 8th grade level sexual pranks?" Amy asked. "Well, kind of. I mean if you alter history, stop war; whatever, now you're playing God and I've seen enough movies to know that doesn't turn out well. Using this power for pleasure is the safest thing to do, I think!" Mark can make the most ridiculous argument seem to make perfect sense sometimes. "Doesn't it make you feel like I violated you?" Amy asked him. "I don't know, I don't remember. Maybe it's okay as long as the person you do it to gets something out of it!" Then he thought for a moment seemingly in his own little world. Amy watched him thinking, she watched as a devilish grin crossed his face. "Do it to me again!" He said. "What?" She asked. "Do something to me. Anything you want. Let me see how it feels." He said and he was really getting excited. "Well, what should I do?" She asked feeling a little excited herself. "ANYTHING! Do anything to me! I trust you. Surprise me!" He said and Amy concentrated. She closed her eyes and focused on his penis. She imagined all the tiny molecules that make up his wonderful shaft slamming together in energetic friction. Mark's eyes closed in erotic glee, as he grew hard. He was sitting on the grass in an open field at night, his legs shot out in front of him and he leaned back pushing his hands into the ground and arching up at the sky. Amy could also feel his arousal; she once again masturbated him through his pants and felt the throbbing pleasure of his hard dick as she caused sensations of pleasure to flow through his penis and testicles, while also causing an explosion of pleasure through her own loins. Mark threw his head back and moaned. Somehow the physical response of being manipulated without touch was more erotic than he expected. It turns out external friction isn't the only way to do this! He held it back until he couldn't hold on anymore and then he unloaded into his pants, letting out a loud groan of satisfaction as he did so. Amy too released with an orgasmic eruption of her own and the two of them tried to catch their breath. Amy opened her eyes feeling herself again and she looked at Mark. There was a noticeable wet spot in his jeans. "Holy shit that was hot!" He breathed. Mark was soaked with sweat, his face was totally flushed and his hair was a mess. Amy thought he looked even cuter like this and she looked forward to seeing him like this a lot. "Oh my Good Gracious! Thank you!" He said, "I'm going to have to start buying underwear in bulk!" "Or just stop wearing it altogether!" She said and Mark felt a weird sensation as if his underwear suddenly disappeared. He pulled the front of his jeans out and saw only his dick. He looked at Amy in amazement she was holding his underwear and her own panties while smiling. She set the garments down in the grass and looked at the wad of cum dripping down the fabric of Mark's boxers. "Why, Mark, look what you've done you bad boy!" She teased. Mark seemed more interested in her panties lying in the grass and drying themselves before his very eyes. Amy carefully touched her index finger in the cum on his boxers and slowly pulled it back. A little gooey string stuck to her finger and she bit her lip looking back at him and smiling. The wad lifted off his underwear and floated in front of her, she seemed to examine it very closely then forced it to fly away and splat onto a nearby tree. Then his underwear disappeared from the grass as he felt it wrap around his loins again. Amy made her own panties fly up and hang off a tree branch for someone to find in the morning! 'Why not!' she thought. "You are a Goddess!" Mark said and he tackled her passionately while sinking his tongue into her mouth and kissing her with uncontrollable lust. "We are going to have so much fun with this!" He told her as they made out and fondled the hell out of each other after having experienced the safest sex of all! The Hottest Show on Earth Pt. 03 Mark became obsessed with learning the skills that Amy had achieved, but he just didn't seem to have the knack. At best he could maybe make a pencil roll across a table but only after focusing on it for a ridiculous amount of time. Amy, on the other hand, had grown even stronger. Her powers had grown exponentially over the past few weeks. She thought it had a lot to do with Mark; he had encouraged her to not only exercise her power, but to embrace the fact that she had it in the first place. Amy was very concerned where this would all lead and she knew she was dealing with a force that was probably not to be reckoned with, but she felt that with Mark at her side she could keep it under control. As for their relationship it hadn't changed much. They talked, they laughed, they held hands, and kissed; they kissed a lot. There was some heavy groping, but that's as far as it had gone. Mark, of course, wanted her to use her powers on him again, but she had held back wanting things to be normal as far as their relationship went. Plus, she had a deep-rooted fear of losing him and then losing her control too! On their next day off they decided to go to the beach.. They went to a section that was known for being a little less family friendly and little more college age. That's where all the fun was and they were looking for a little fun. "Let's just be beach bums, forget this working crap!" Mark said. "I would love to live on an island, just you and me, we can build own our shelter near a waterfall. We'll swim and bathe in it, grow fruit and vegetables. You can run around and hunt animals with your shirt off!" Amy said. "There's nothing sexier than a shirtless guy cutting Thumper and Bambi's heads off with a sharpened rock after shooting them through the eye with an arrow!" Mark joked. "No, you would never kill anything—you're too great a guy for that, you would hunt and catch them, then bathe them and reassure them then release them to their woodland friends!" Amy smiled. "Wow! Are these animals animated? Little blue birds flying around my bared, tanned, sweaty shoulders while I talk about the importance of honesty and good penmanship?" He laughed. "That's right! Then we would make love under the moonlight as all our animal friends sang a song about being friends!" Amy added giggling wildly. "What are we doing for food?" He asked. "I'll magic-up some pizza!" She said. "Speaking of pizza! Look at the pineapples on that pizza!" Mark said. Amy looked over and saw a girl in her mid-twenties with an enormous rack busting out of an insanely small bikini top. She watched as all the guys on the beach stopped what they were doing and watched this girl make her way to her friends while shagging her butt the whole time and way over-selling it. "Good Lord, Mark! Is that what you like?" "No, not at all. I like boobies, as you know, but those are way too much. Who could deal with all that?" "So look around, what girl on this beach is your idea of the perfect woman?" Mark looked around scanning the whole area. He made sure to milk this moment for all it was worth. Amy rolled her eyes and smiled knowing he loved the permission she gave him to examine every girl's body. "I . . . like . . . let's see . . . I think . . . this one." He pointed at Amy. She smiled. "Come on, tell me the truth I can take it. If you could see anyone one of these girls naked who would it be?" "You, seriously. I'm not just saying that because I obviously have to. I genuinely mean it." He said and he did. Amy realized he was being truthful and that made her feel wonderful. Then her mood changed and she looked at Mark. "Well that's about to be put to the test! Look!" She said and nodded over to a new couple walking onto the beach. "Ooh! What do we have here?" Mark said. Kara and Jane were both wearing bikinis and walking to their spot on the beach. Kara was the girl that Amy knew Mark wanted desperately. They had worked together on the previous production and Amy had even allowed him to see Kara's boobs before erasing everyone's memories. "Do you think . . . Are they?" Mark said. "Yeah, I guess so. I knew Jane was, but I had no idea Kara was." "Wow! Holy Hardon Batman! I didn't know Kara was in to chicks!" He added. "Okay, here we go, so much for me. Bikini Kara walks onto the beach with another girl and I might as well wash away with the seashells!" Amy joked. "No. You know I love you. But, I mean, come on! Look at her body! How can I help it? But, she's just a fantasy. I don't like her. I just like the cut of her jib. As well as her boobs, her butt, her legs!" He mocked her and Amy threw sand at him. "I'm sure there are guys here that you like their bodies, that's fine with me." He added. "Well, I kind of like that surfer dude over there. He's pretty hot." Amy said. "Who that guy!" Mark yelled. "Don't point at him!" Amy ducked embarrassed. "Yeah, I guess he's okay if you're into flawless skin, no body fat and perfect hair. But he's no me. He lacks all of my sexy flaws!" "That's right." She reassured him. They sat and listened to the crashing waves, squawking seagulls, and slight breeze. "I have an idea." Amy said. Mark squinted through the blazing sun to look at her. "Why not practice your powers on Kara!" Amy said. "Try to make her bikini top fall off. Maybe if there is more desire in it for you you'll be able to do it." She added. Mark looked over at Kara. "How? I can't just go over there and focus on her boobs without having the cops show up." He said. Amy smiled and sat like I Dream of Jeanie and bobbed her head. At first Mark didn't realize the magnitude of what happened. Then he began to notice there was no sound, no wind, nothing. He looked around and saw everyone frozen still. Amy had stopped time! "What do you think?" She asked and suddenly her voice almost seemed to echo due to the sound waves not bouncing off all the others. "Holy shit! You stopped time! Did you know you could do that?" He asked in stunned horror/excitement. "I had a feeling I could." She answered calmly. "And actually I don't think I stopped time, I think I just sped us up. We're moving at a crazy-fast pace while everyone else is totally normal. We're moving through their 1/10th of a second. So when I start it back up you and I will be a few minutes older in the time it took them to age 1/10th of a second. Does that make any sense?" "Nope! But who cares, you stopped time!" Mark said smiling and walked around the frozen beach marveling at everything. He walked under a seagull stuck in mid air and noticed that it had just pooped and its poop was just hanging there! He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He ran down and kicked a frozen wave. The part he kicked splashed like normal, but the rest of the wave just hung there. "How come we can still breathe?" He asked in wonder. "I didn't stop time, we're just going very fast through it. The air is still there." She told him. "Oh yeah. This is incredible!" He yelled. Eventually Mark calmed down and focused on his task—make Kara's top pop off! "Why can't all homework be like this!" He said. "Okay, now focus. Look at the little piece of fabric holding those breasts in and make it break!" Amy instructed him. Mark tried to focus, but then again, trying to focus on her bikini top and not her breasts was almost impossible. He was astonished at Kara's amazing body, her skin was so tan, it looked so soft, it glistened in the sun, slick with sweat. He looked up at her face for a moment and stopped. "Why does it look like she can see me?" He asked. "It must just be the way she was looking when she stopped." Amy said moving in for a closer look. "It looks like she knows what we're doing!" Mark said a little nervous. "Yeah, it does. I don't know I never did this before." She answered. Mark went back to focusing on her top. He focused so hard it looked like his head was about to explode. Amy watched him with a big smile on her face, enjoying his enjoyment. She looked down and noticed he was sporting a bit of a tent in his shorts. She decided to let him off the hook. "Here let me give you a little help." She said and Kara's top popped off and fell to the ground. Her wonderful boobs fell out and hung majestically before Mark. "Oh!" Was all he could say. "There they are, Mark! What you've been waiting for. You've seen them before, of course, but you don't remember. I won't erase your memory this time though. Enjoy." Mark stood back and admired Kara's hot naked body as if he were a curator at an art gallery. "Well, aren't you going to touch them?" Amy asked. He looked at her in shock. "Should I?" "Don't you want to?" "Well, yeah, but, do you think I should?" "Sure what's the big deal? Nobody will know. Look!" Amy said and walked over to Kara. "She's very pretty, Mark. She has really nice boobies, don't you think?" Amy said while she groped her hand across Kara's naked breast. "They're really soft, I guess they are real!" She said. Amy looked down and Mark's boner was now obscene! She really played up the girl-on-girl moment knowing it was killing Mark. She knew that if he could have 2 girls at once it would be her and Kara! Amy leaned in as if she were about to lick Kara's nipple, then stopped and laughed at Mark's expression. "Look at your face! You are too cute!" She giggled. Mark broke from his trance and stepped forward. He casually reached out and very gentlemanly placed his hand on Kara's boob. "Nice." He said and backed off. "Look at you! Why are you so shy all of a sudden? Isn't this every guy's dream?" She asked him truly perplexed. "Yeah, but I don't know—it's seems wrong." "Really? Because your shorts seem to think it's very right!" She laughed. For the first time Mark realized he was sporting a huge boner and he covered up. "Don't be shy, Mark. I like the way it looks. It just makes you even cuter!" She said. Then she looked down at Kara's busted top and made it float back onto her chest. Mark watched in awe as the fibers of the bikini weaved themselves together again. "Now it's my turn!" Amy said. "What do you mean?" "Turn around is fair play. I showed you what you wanted to see now I'm going to show you what I want to see!" She said and walked over to the Surfer Dude. Amy walked around the guy looking over every inch of his body. Then she looked at Mark. "What do you think?" "He's all right. I get it, he's attractive if you go for that sort of thing." Mark said. "What are you going to do?" He asked. "This." Amy said and the Surfer guy's shorts dropped to the ground. They both looked right at his dick and it was pretty damn big. "Damn!" Mark said. "Now that's a nice one!" Amy said smiling. Now it was Mark's turn to watch her enjoying this perfect male specimen. Her eyes looked over all the Naked Guy's body as if taking in every inch of it. Mark noticed how she seemed to enjoy looking at then Man's body more like a patron of the arts rather than a lust-monkey like himself. "What do you think?' She asked him. "I think you've looked long enough!" He said laughing. "No I mean what do you think of this guy's body?" "He works out apparently." "That's it? That's all you've got? I touched Kara's boob and pretended to lick her booby for you and all you can say about this guy is he works out?" "He's in good shape. What do you want me to say?" Mark shrugged. "Show me something sexy. Go touch his wiener or something!" Amy argued. "No way!" "Oh you guys are so pathetic! Have some confidence." Amy said laughing. "If you want to touch it go ahead, I'll be over here!" Mark said. Amy waved her hand and the Guy's shorts lifted and covered him. "Double standard! That's all I can say." Amy said. "There's only one penis I like to touch and it's right here." Mark said pointing to his own groin. Amy looked down and yanked his shorts down. Mark was able to grab them before his entire boner was released, but Amy got a good look at the top of his shaft. She ran back to their towel laughing and glancing at Mark as he tried to get his shorts back on. "Oh Mark, nice buns!" She laughed. He caught up with her and tackled her on the beach blanket. "Oh you think that's funny! Two can play at that game!" he said and stared at her bikini top. Amy watched as he focused on her bikini, she didn't resist she wanted him to do it. For a moment she considered using her powers to break her own top open, but she decided to let him do it if he could. "Do it, Mark. I know you can. I not going to do it for you." She said looking into his eyes. His eyes darted to hers then back to her breasts. She could feel her heart pounding and the tingling in her loins. Amy waved her hands and life came back to normal. People began moving again, the waves began crashing, and the birds continued their flight. Mark's focus was broken for a moment as he realized she returned things to normal. "Don't stop. Break my top off, do it in front of everyone! I want you to strip me naked in front of all these people and I want them to watch my naked body glistening in the sun!" Amy said teasing him. She could feel his penis hardening against her leg. Suddenly his body relaxed and he collapsed on top of her. "I can't. Damnit, I can't." he said in disappointment. He leaned up and looked at her again. "I love you." He said. "I love you too." She told him. He kissed her passionately, softly, exquisitely. Across the beach Kara and Jane watched them with distrustful eyes. "She did it again!" Kara said. "This time for sure." "What did she do?" Jane asked. "She stripped me and touched my breasts, then let her little boy-toy fondle me too. I knew she had the power, I didn't just imagine it." Kara said. "So all that stuff we both dreamed actually happened? When she stripped Mark, then masturbated him onstage in front of all of us? And it was after she did that that we started to have the power." "It was her." Kara said. "So what should we do?" Jane asked. "I say we give her a taste of her own medicine!" Kara said and a delighted little smile spread across her face.