The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Looking at her watch, Beth whispered, “Dammit, Shelly, where are you?” On cue, a chorus of shhhhhhh’s came from several people scattered around the library’s third floor. “Sorry!” she whispered in response.

She reached behind her head and freed her long, black hair from the scrunchy she’d put it in to keep it in check on the walk from her dorm to the stacks. Where is Shelly? she thought, curious about her roommate’s whereabouts. She said to meet her here so we could go over the stuff for the midterm; it’s not like her to be late. Beth had brought her Music Appreciation text and notes, and they were sitting in front of her on the table, ready to be reviewed, but she didn’t want to start working until Shelly showed up.

Lazily, she thumbed through another book she’d brought, her Advanced Psychology: Modern Concepts text, trying to look busy. Occasionally, she looked around at the people as they milled about, grabbing books from the densely packed aisles of bookshelves that surrounded the open space, taking them to tables or small cubicles, writing, pondering, and sometimes nodding off.

One poor fellow who’d been supporting his drowsy head with his hand at last finally slipped into complete sleep, causing his head to loudly crash to the table. The noise, having broken the heavy silence of the room, caused everyone to look and chuckle. OK, exactly why is it a good idea to keep the library quiet at all times? she thought, trying not to join the others who were laughing quietly despite their best efforts to remain silent.

Just then, she noticed a guy who seemed lost. He went all around the room, talking to everyone, apparently seeking help. But, he didn’t seem to be getting any. People would listen to him, nod politely, maybe say a few words, and then he’d move on to the next person. He looked vaguely familiar, as if he was in one of her classes, or maybe he was just some guy she’d seen around campus here and there. When he turned to her, he smiled, and it was clear to the young Psychology major that he recognized her perfectly well.

When she saw him take his first steps in her direction, she began to shift her books around a little, opening notebooks and feigning interest in one book while giving the appearance that she was about to write something important down. She forced herself not to look up. That would only be an invitation, have to keep looking busy, can’t let him think I have the time to even—

“Beth! I knew I’d find you here.” he said.

“What? Oh, OK, look, I’m waiting for my study partner, and... hey, I don’t know you, what do you mean you knew you’d find me here?”

“I’m Tim. You know, ‘There are those who call me... Tim?’” he said, using an obviously fake, slightly British accent for the last part.

“OK, Tim,” Beth said, not understanding the reference and not wanting to. “Look, like I was saying, I’m really kind-of busy here, so, if you don’t mind....” Beth’s words trailed off as she lost track of what she was going to say next.

“Oh, come on now, that’s not polite, is it?” he asked.

Beth put an icy glare on her face designed to turn him away silently. As she did this, she took stock of the young student. He had short brown hair, brown eyes, clear skin, and a hipster stubble-beard on his face. He wore faded blue jeans and a new-ish T-shirt with some weird symbol on it that looked like a big, cursive S sitting on top of five horizontal lines.

In every way, this is the most average male college student on the planet, she thought. They all think this slightly unkempt look is the best thing ever. Five bucks says his socks don’t match, and ten says he did that on purpose.

“Oh no, the silent treatment? C’mon, Beth. Invite me to have a seat so we can talk. You’re obviously not studying, and I’d like to talk super-advanced psychology with you.”

“OK, have a seat,” Beth said, suddenly intrigued. “So, super-advanced psychology, is it? Well, next year, I’m going to be the TA for Professor Shackleford, you know, and we have yet to cover super-advanced psychology.”

“Yeah, ol’ Prof. Shackleford. Believe me, he needs a TA. I had to take a non-lab science last semester, so I was stuck in Psychology 121 with that guy, who by the looks of it would have rather been teaching rocks how to skip across the water,” Tim said, pulling out a chair right next to Beth. He turned it so that he was facing her directly and smiled. “So, don’t you recognize me?”

“Well, sort-of,” Beth said. “Sorry, but I don’t know where I’ve seen you before... it’s weird but it’s like I should recognize you. I guess I’ve seen you around?”

“Yeah, in the music department,” he said. “I’m majoring in theory/composition. Probably not a lot of job opportunities there, but one must study what one loves. You have a class in Music Appreciation; that’s the only reason you science-types ever show up in our building. So you’re a psych major, huh? You love the workings of the mind, I take it?”

“Love? I wouldn’t say I love the workings of the mind, I just love studying them,” Beth said, wondering how she’d steer the conversation to a direction in which she could tell him to leave.

“Well, what if I told you that it was possible to control someone’s mind?” he asked, clearly holding back a giddy laugh. “I mean, you’re a psych major, surely you’d know something about that, right?”

“If you mean conditioning, it’s nothing new, and it’s not as exact as it is in the movies you apparently like watching. Also, I know of a few experiments with high-intensity magnetic pulses that has shown some promise, but it’s used for study, not as therapy, and certainly not for outright control.”

“Really?” Tim asked. “I didn’t know about the magnet-thingee. But I don’t mean little stuff like that. I mean specific things. Making someone do something he or she doesn’t want to do, and not by blackmail or extortion or payoffs or whatever, and not by brainwashing. I mean real-time, on-the-fly, absolute control of another person’s mind.”

“You’ve seen too many science fiction shows,” Beth said, realizing she was talking to a geek and that she’d get a chance to crush him for bothering her. “Even if you could put your thoughts into someone’s head, making them do so much as raise their hand would be too complex.”

“Oh, I see,” Tim said skeptically. “Beth, raise your hand.”

Beth shook her head at how ridiculous her morning was turning out to be. Then, she raised her hand.

“I made you do that,” Tim said, still smiling but now with a strange seriousness behind his eyes.

“No, I made me do that,” Beth replied. “I raised my hand. I sent the messages to the parts of my brain that route the commands as needed and, well, my arm went up.” Just don’t ask me why I did it, ‘cause I have no idea, she thought.

“Then why’d you do it?” Tim asked.

“Uhm... well, probably the power of suggestion,” she answered.

“I’ve never called it that before,” Tim said, laughing a little.

“No, not... look, what I mean is, by speaking that ridiculous ‘order,’ you put the idea in my head. And since I’m in a funny mood and I felt like messing with you, I went along with it.”

“Nope. I made you do it,” Tim said.

“Look, even if you could somehow ‘talk’ to the parts of my mind that controlled my muscles, even if you knew where all of them were, you wouldn’t know how to tell each individual muscle when to contract, how far to go, or any of that.”

“I don’t do that when I tell my arm to rise,” Tim said. “I just will it to go up, and up it goes. What I did was I told your brain to raise your arm, and your brain made it happen. I could have told your consciousness that you wanted to raise your arm, or I could have just made you obey whatever I said, but instead I just thought about what I wanted you to do, pushed it in, and your brain actually did the rest of the work.”

“Look, I was happy to play along, but you’re starting to weird me out, so why don’t you just leave before I... before I, uh... heh that’s... strange, I forgot what I was going to say.....”

“Beth, stand up,” Tim said, no playfulness left in his tone. Beth immediately stood. “So, explain this, ma’am.”

“I’m standing up,” Beth said, still not believing that she’d actually just done it, “because... I’m asking you to leave. And if you don’t, I’ll walk over to that security guard and... uhm... and... dammit... what was I going to say....”

“So, you don’t believe that I can just think up an action, push it into your head, and have your brain carry out my order. Fair enough. How can I prove it?”

“Well,” Beth said, finally deciding that it was time to sit again, “you’d just have to make me do something I’d never, ever do. Something... yeah, something here in public. There are hundreds of things I’d never do in a library. People lift their arms and stand up all the time.”

“You’re right!” Tim said, snapping his fingers loudly and pointing at her. “Something you’d never do in public... OK, how about this. Stand up on this table and take off your shirt.”

Beth’s jaw dropped open in shock. “Why you little perv!” she shouted before a couple dozen people within earshot shushed her quiet. Who does he think he is? she thought to herself as she got onto the table. Good thing these tables are so huge and massive, it’s not even wobbling... hey wait, why am I up here?

Once on the table, she realized what was happening and looked down at Tim, who was waiting. Dammit... have to take off my... well at least I have a pretty bra on.... Beth had her T-shirt off in no time, and she started to blush when she realized that several people had already spotted her and were watching intently.

“OK Tim... why did you make me do that?” she asked. I didn’t want to do that... but I had to... I know it was me standing up here and taking off my shirt, I remember doing it... what’s happening?

“‘Why?’ That’s your question? You accepted your predicament much sooner than I figured a girl of science like yourself would. I thought you’d ask ‘how.’ Maybe you think that it’s just some obedience thing? Take off that bra, by the way.”

“No!” Beth shout-whispered. This time, she realized that she couldn’t stop her hands from reaching back, unclasping her bra, rolling the straps over her shoulders, and then shaking her tits, causing the bra to fall away and down her arms. “That’s not even how I... that’s not how I take bras off, what the fuck? OK, how are you making me do this?” she asked, crossing her arms over her breasts to conceal them.

Tim answered by saying, “I’m just making you do what I want, and I’m leaving you fully aware of the fact that it’s me who’s calling the shots, and you who can’t help but to do what I want. I don’t ever do this normally because it freaks people out, but you deserve some special attention. And, since you’re new to this game, you don’t even know how to begin to think about blocking me out!”

He picked up her bra from the table and examined it. “Nice tits, by the way... hmmmm, let’s see, your bra says you’re a C-cup, you lucky thing. But I bet those nipples aren’t standing at attention.”

Beth waited for him to say something else, but he didn’t. She was about to ask him what he was going to make her do next when she brought her hands up to her face. She licked her fingers and then used them smear her spit all over her nipples. Once her nipples were thoroughly wet, she cupped her boobs, lifted them up as high as she could, and gently blew across them. Her suddenly freezing nips popped like turkey thermometers.

Without waiting for Beth to question her actions, Tim said, “I did that because I wanted you to fully understand that I didn’t do some brainwashing thing to you where you have to obey everything I say. I can just think something up and you’ll do it. Now... surely, there’ve been times when some chick in the library flashed her boobs at someone else. So I think we need to take it up a notch, don’t you?”

No! Let me go, stop making me do this! Beth screamed. Shock ran through her body when she realized that her voice wasn’t obeying her commands, and her scream had been completely in her mind. No matter how hard she tried, she could no more make a verbal noise than she could stop playing with her tits.

“Hmmmmm... Oh, I bet you’d never get totally naked and start fingering yourself right here on the table,” Tim said, smiling smugly.

Beth frantically tried to regain control. She started to work the button and zipper on her jeans, despite her best efforts to also close her hands into tight fists. She removed her pants and underwear in one motion, even though she was trying to force her hands back up to her tits, where at least they weren’t exposing her further. A few little kicks and a couple of steps later, she was out of her jeans and shoes. Standing on the table, wearing only her socks and a very nervous smile for the growing group of onlookers, she brought her hands down to her pussy and started rubbing it.

“Well, I know it’s not bikini season, but still, you should at least try to make that presentable,” Tim said, pointing to her fuzzy bush which clearly hadn’t been trimmed to bikini standards for about a month. “At least you’re not going full-on nature girl, I guess. And is that stubble I see on your legs? No dates with... Steve, is it? Or does he like you all furry?”

“Please,” Beth whispered, noticing a few more people taking note of her predicament. “Let me cover up. Stop making me... touch myself... why are you doing—”

“You know, I’m sure a young woman studying psychology is appreciating this on a level that I never could,” Tim said, interrupting her. “Completely aware, yet not in control, you can’t even make yourself slow down. Probably teaches you things about how the mind works that you never imagined, huh?”

“Please....”

“Now here’s where it gets interesting,” Tim said, ignoring her. “Yeah, I’m making you do this. And it’s true that certain sexual functions aren’t totally under our conscious control—men can get erections even if they don’t want to, just by physical manipulation. So I know you’re getting wet, it’s pretty much automatic. But tell me this: are you enjoying yourself right now?”

Beth tried to scream for help. When those screams wouldn’t come, she quietly said, “No, I’m not. This is humiliating, and I can’t stop. Oh god, people are watching me, please let me stop....”

“Well, here’s where it gets better. Get on your hands and knees, and turn around. I want that hot ass of yours facing the crowd.”

Beth took the requested position, and without further verbal instructions from Tim, she reached under herself so she could finger her pussy. Her other hand was busy propping her up, but that didn’t last long. She turned her head to face Tim and carefully lowered her shoulder to the table. She pleaded with her eyes, silently begging Tim to stop, but his smile indicated that he was nowhere near done with her.

Hoping he wasn’t going to make her do what part of her knew he was already making her do, she sucked on the middle finger of her free hand, leaving it slick with spit. Then, she reached down her back to her ass, put her finger right on her anus, and started rubbing it around. Oh no... please don’t make me stick it in... there....

“It’s so unsettling, isn’t it,” Tim said quietly. “You can actually feel the part of your mind that’s controlling your hands, and you know that it’s some part of you who is in control of your body. You can sense that you are telling your hand how hard to rub, how far to insert that finger in your pussy, how fast to tease your ass... but no matter how hard you try, and I can feel you trying, you can’t bring yourself to tell your own hands to stop, even though you want to stop more than anything.”

“I... I can’t... I can’t stop, I want to stop, please make me stop, they’re... watching....”

“Aren’t you enjoying this?” Tim asked. When she shook her head slightly to indicate that she didn’t, Tim continued. “Of course not. Getting caught masturbating in public is bad enough, but this position is just down right perverted. It can’t be comfortable, not as comfortable as just sitting down or lying back and fingering yourself. And, you don’t want to do it in the first place. Right?”

“Right,” Beth was allowed to say.

“This position isn’t practical; only porn stars and girls pretending to be porn stars do what you’re doing now. They do it to tease, to advertise that they need a good, hard fucking, preferably doggie-style. This is how a slut gets a guy worked up enough to take her in the most depraved way possible. But... you’re not enjoying it. Yeah, your pussy is getting wet, but you’re not really into it. So let’s see if I can help you,” Tim said.

“What do you... ohhhhhh, mmmmmmm, how... how....” Beth said as her outlook on the situation shifted. Until this point, she felt like someone she didn’t like was rubbing her crotch. Now it was pleasure, adulterated with humiliation, that she felt. That humiliation started to grow by leaps and bounds when she realized that not only was everyone in the room watching her performance, but it was becoming clear to all of them that despite her desire to get dressed and run away, she was really starting to get into the act.

Beth couldn’t help but to moan as the waves of pleasure mixed with embarrassment washed over her. Her hips were starting to move seductively, and she didn’t even try to stop them. The sensations were so good that her resolve to fight Tim began to dissolve a little.

Tim leaned over to whisper to her. “You know, I know that you are now enjoying this. I just changed your perception a little. Before, it was just a status report: ‘there’s a hand here rubbing me.’ Now, it feels so good that you’re having trouble coming up with the willpower to even fight it. Oh, you still don’t want to do this, you’re still embarrassed as hell, but you have to admit, this feels great, doesn’t it?”

Beth tried to resist answering, but she felt compelled to respond. “Mmmmm-hmmmmm,” she quietly moaned. Her hands sped up and she brought herself to a quick little climax, but even with that release, she couldn’t stop molesting herself.

“I think I’ve proven that I could make you do things you don’t want to do. But did you know that I can make you say what I want you to say?”

“Ung!” Beth grunted, having just brought herself to another small orgasm. “Uh-huh, sure,” she moaned.

“For fun, I could even make you come up with all the dialog. You’ll appreciate what I have to do inside your noggin on this... it’s hard to put into words, but it’s like splitting your consciousness. Most of you will be totally aware of what’s going on, but I’ll twist just a bit of it so that it’ll generate some nice, dirty talk,” Tim quietly told her.

“You... mmmmm, can make me talk all you... you want, but I will only say... exactly what you....” Beth lost her train of thought while speaking to Tim, again, and then she felt an idea burning in her brain, one she couldn’t ignore. She had to say something, she knew it, it was undeniable. She needed to speak.

“Fuck me, Tim! Fuck, I need you, fuck me please, please just take your pants off... I’ll make it sooooo good, I’ll be the best fuck you’ve ever had... I’m ready, just take me!”

It took all her effort to shut her mouth, and when she finally was able to do just that, she didn’t know if she’d successfully fought Tim’s control, or if he just wanted her to be quiet. She tried to tell herself that her mouth was just reciting some script Tim had come up with, but the more she told herself that, the more she knew that the dialog was coming from her own mind. He’d made her beg for sex, and she did it as best she could.

“Just take off your pants and fuck me hard!” She shouted, while the larger portion of her mind was asking, What have you done to me?

“I don’t think you mean that,” Tim said, standing up to take off his jeans. Once he was naked from the waist down, he said, “I don’t like it when a girl asks for something she doesn’t really want.”

Beth tried to shout That’s not fair, you’re making me do this! when she felt something shift and clunk around inside her mind.

This guy... damn... he can make me... holy shit if he can make me do this, he can probably make me cum so hard I see stars... maybe without even touching me, just hit a switch in my head when I’m not expecting it and I fly into an orgasmic fit, begging him to stop but hoping that he won’t... I need to see what he can do when he fucks me... damn, I need him to fuck me now, I don’t care if everybody can see, I don’t care if they take pictures or put a video on the net... god I want him so much... I’ll do anything he wants... why isn’t he fucking me?

Just as Beth was about to honestly beg Tim for sex, she felt a snap in her head again. Wait, what... he’s making me do this in front of these people, I don’t want to fuck him, but he’s going to make me anyway... I don’t want... oh no... oh holy fuck no.... True horror swept through Beth as she realized why Tim’s smile was now ear-to-ear. He... he made me want... he made me want him, making me do things is one thing... but he changed what a wanted to do, he made me want him....

“Do you finally get it? Some stage hypnotist might be able to make you curse like a whore when he says some word or claps his hands, but I can make you want to be a whore, I can make you think you’re a slut, and then I could even make you love being an uncontrollable little nympho,” Tim said quietly.

He got on the table and Beth, with an unspoken command, changed positions so that she was on her back, her head toward the crowd. Tim lined up and rubbed the head of his dick up and down her slit. “No reason not to let you enjoy this,” Tim said as he teased her opening.

Beth’s eyes slammed shut as the pleasure hit her like a truck. “Fuck... just put it in! Get that cock in me now, asshole! Fuck me, I need it, fuck me like a fuckin’ whore, right here in front of everyone!” she screamed, not knowing how much of that was him making her say it versus how much of it was her honestly wanting him to stop teasing her and slam his manhood into her waiting pussy.

“Yeah, get on with it, fuck her, dude!” some random guy in the small crowd that had gathered shouted. Soon, the entire crowd was cheering in encouragement.

“Well, I’d be remiss if I didn’t honor the lady’s request,” Tim announced. Slowly, he slid into her, tweaking her response slightly by increasing the pleasurable sensation to just beyond anything she’d ever expected from sex. The crowd celebrated the moment with applause and whistles, and Beth’s face burned red in embarrassment.

For a few minutes, he slowly worked in and out of her, savoring the tightness in her pussy and the little wriggling movements she made under him as he gave her the best sexual experience of her life. He checked in her head and was happy to find that she was rapidly starting to forget the fact that she didn’t want to have sex with him in front of a large crowd.

He built up speed when he knees started hurting. “Fucking... on a table... is so... uncomfortable,” he said as he thrust into her. He made her finger her clit, and surprised her with a case of clitoral super-sensitivity that he’d been practicing on his girlfriends. The rubbing and pressure on her supercharged love button sent cascades of pure sexual bliss into her mind.

“Ungh... Oh! Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, yeah, fuck yeah!” she shouted in response. The intense pleasure wiped out the knowledge that Tim was making her do this, and with that gone, her concerns faded into nothing. With her free hand, she reached around Tim’s head and grabbed a handful of his hair. Pulling him down face-to-face, she kissed him hard. All she cared about was the amazing sex she was having. Nothing else mattered.

Tim felt his climax building, and as he hit the moment of inevitability, he added the sensation of his orgasm to what Beth was already feeling, pushing her over the edge and keeping her there for the last several thrusts. When he finally came, he buried his cock deep inside of her and kept it there, filling her with his seed. Beth’s pussy squeezed down on his dick as he gave her a few final thrusts before pulling out of her.

Beth lay on the table, too exhausted to move and too high from the best orgasm in her life to even want to. She was dimly aware of Tim getting up from her sweaty body, and turned to see that he was wiping his dick clean with her shirt, making sure he squeezed every last drop of semen out and smearing it across the black fabric. He then got dressed, and Beth realized that she couldn’t get up from the table. She was about to say something when she heard him address someone in the crowd.

“Hey, Shelly, get over here, it’s your turn,” he said. Beth looked around and saw her roommate come up to Tim. The blond glanced down to Beth with a strange look on her face; her expression was almost apologetic, but Beth could also make out fear, disgust, and arousal as well.

That snapped Beth out of the orgasmic stupor Tim had fucked her into. Her mind raced to catch up with what was going on around her. Holy shit... what did I just do? Oh no... no, not in front of... oh god what’s Shelly doing here now, where was she? Why couldn’t she... oh no not her too....

“OK, first: great job getting Beth to show up here; I knew you could do it, and as a reward, I won’t fuck you in front of all these people,” Tim said.

“Sh... Shelly? Shelly, what’s he saying... oh, oh no, why?” Beth said, shocked at the betrayal but too spent to do more than whisper.

Tim didn’t let Shelly answer. “Now, I want you get naked and 69 with her, right here in front of everybody. Once you get each other off together three times, you two can get dressed and leave. I made sure the doors were locked before I started the festivities, so everyone is stuck here with you ‘til you’re finished, got it?”

By the time Tim finished speaking, Shelly was naked and already starting to sit on Beth’s face, saying “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, he made me, I didn’t have a choice....” She only stopped talking when her mouth made contact with Beth’s pussy. Beth had already started licking Shelly’s clit, eliciting moans from her apparent betrayer.

Tim started to walk away once he’d adjusted Shelly’s sexual sensitivity to match Beth’s. With all the willpower she could muster, Beth stopped sucking on Shelly’s super-responsive clit and said, “Please... We didn’t do anything, what’d we ever do to you? Stop making us mmmfffunfff....” Her words were cut off when Shelly’s pussy covered it again.

“Didn’t do anything?” Tim said, his tone dripping with anger. “Do you think I do this to people all the time? Fuck no. When I want to have sex with someone, I make sure she wants it even more, and everybody’s happy. Real fucking happy. So let me tell you why I’m doing this.

“I’m first chair viola in the Campus Little Orchestra. You remember last Thursday, when you attended our performance of Vivaldi’s The Four Seasons? You know, to knock out one of the three performances you have to go to as part of your Music Appreciation class?”

“Mmmmmfffff! Mf mmmfff mmmfffff....” Beth “said” into Shelly’s pussy as she tried to ask questions that Tim was of no mind to hear.

“You two would not be quiet while the conductor explained the significance of the piece to you uncultured morons who think that the best music is that shit you dance to at clubs. I tuned into you two, since you just had so much to say that couldn’t wait, and I heard you call one of the Baroque’s most recognizable masterpieces ‘elevator music.’ Elevator music!

“Look, I get that you’re just knocking out your liberal arts credits with a Micky Mouse class like Music Appreciation. I get it, I really do. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t at least try to learn something. You know, like, oh I don’t know, maybe try to learn to appreciate something that’s a little more involved than the latest ‘song’ featuring some harpy screeching over synths and drum machine loops.”

Tim collected the girls’ bras and panties and continued his rant. “So there we were, just barely into the first movement, right when the birds start to sing, and Shelly, here, texts you... from the next fucking seat! I shit you not, people,” Tim said, turning to address the crowd. “Towhead and the exhibitionist here were sitting right next to each other, texting each other in the middle of a concert! And what does she ask? What was it that couldn’t wait??”

The audience was only half paying attention to Tim, but he was too angry to care.

“‘How long’s this going to take,’ that’s what she asks. Now I ask you: Is that polite to us musicians who had been practicing that thing for weeks?” Tim asked the crowd, smiling in approval when they all shook their heads no.

Turning back to the ladies, he said, “And your phone went off out loud, because you not only didn’t turn it off, but you didn’t even bother to set it on silent. So I guess where the program said ‘Turn off your cell phone,’ you thought that didn’t apply to you, huh?”

Tim stopped to catch his breath. Then, forcing his voice to be calm, he asked, “Do you have any idea how hard it is to take one of the most well-known violin concertos ever, score a new arrangement, convince your ensemble to try it, set up practices, rehearse rehearse rehearse, and finally perform it in front of your peers, your professors, people from the community who actually know what good music is, and idiots like you?”

The girls were too busy to answer, so Tim continued, “Of course you don’t, how could you. Suffice it to say it’s hard enough without cell phones going off right at the beginning. Well I might just be a violist, but at least I know my manners, so I figured I’d get your names—guess how I did that—and give you a little lesson in etiquette.

“So next time when you are in a theater or concert hall or whatever and you see a note that says ‘Turn off your phone,’ just remember the time you fingered yourself and begged some stranger to fuck you, and after he obliged, you ended up 69-ing with your roommate, and all of it in front of, what, 30 or so of your fellow students, all of whom are going to remember this little event for a very long time,” Tim said, wadding up the girls’ undergarments and clenching them with his fist.

“But I’m not all bad. You’ll be happy to know that I talked to everyone, and they all agreed that using their phones or other electronic devices to capture this moment in pictures or video would be discourteous. So, don’t worry about a picture or video turning up. These people understand the value of not disrupting a public performance.

“Oh, and they promised not to say anything about this to the cops or whatever authorities you try to report me to. Like that’d do any good. I have a couple dozen witnesses who saw you begging for me to screw you and loving every second of it when I did. But something tells me they’re going to talk about it to their friends, and it’ll get around, so... have fun explaining this to your boyfriends,” Tim said, turning away from them.

He took a few steps and stopped, and then turned back around. “One more thing: you two don’t look like you’re enjoying this. Enjoy yourselves! Porn it up. Literally. Make it look like you’re in a porno... there, now doesn’t that feel much better?” As he said this, the two young women began grabbing each other and verbally getting into their impromptu lesbian encounter. Tim nodded in approval when he saw Beth slide two fingers into Shelly’s pussy—he hadn’t made her do that. Not directly, anyway.

Satisfied that the girls would be more courteous when using their cell phones in the future, he walked over to the locked door where the security guard was standing. “Don’t worry, sir, I’ll make sure nobody else comes in or leaves until they’re done,” said the happiest security guard on campus as he unlocked and opened the door for Tim.

Slapping the man on the shoulder, Tim said, “Good man. See you ‘round,” and with that, he left, wondering idly how the girls would explain their behavior as the rumors started to spread. When he heard the unmistakable sounds of two women climaxing together, he decided that he didn’t care how they’d explain it. As far as he was concerned, that was their problem, not his. He looked at his watch and started walking toward his dorm room at a brisk pace. He had rehearsal in an hour, and wanted to get a quick shower in before it started.

Showing up to practice late and stinking of sex would, after all, be inconsiderate.