“He’s terrified that someone might hypnotize him, especially someone like me. A woman.” She laughed, smiling at each of her friends in turn. “I think he’s extra susceptible to hypnosis from someone pretty,” she said, sounding neither vain nor apologetic for calling herself pretty. It was simply a fact.

Natalie followed his gaze with a knowing smirk, then wiggled her feet for him, which pulled a groan from her new victim. Her smile widened. She stepped away from the glass door, out of sight from the rest of the people in the mall, and Ken followed like an obedient dog, practically drooling after her. She sat down on a bench seat, Ken standing across from her, and slowly kicked off one of her shoes. She wiggled her foot again, and Ken audibly sucked in a breath. The next shoe followed, until she was in her stocking feet.

“Majesty Natalie,” he murmured, reading the name in the caption of the video. It read simply. Majesty Natalie says; watch this video. He figured he might as well. She was cute, sexy, captivating in a way that the other girls he’d seen weren’t. She was latina and tiny, with big eyes that looked directly in the camera. He found himself playing her video, even though it seemed like it might be more softcore than some of the others he’d scrolled by. She wasn’t even naked in the thumbnail, instead wearing an all white bodysuit that showed off just how small she was. Her small breasts and tight body were perfectly highlighted by the stretchy material, her perky nipples pressing against the fabric. Her legs were bare and tanned, the crotch of the suit pressing against her in a way that made James’ cock surge.

She was bratty, flirty, and confident, and when she asked for his number, it was more of a demand. “Maybe I’ll call you,” she said, walking away without looking back. Logan was worried his mouth was hanging open. He could still feel the heat of her touch on his arm, still hear her laugh when she’d giggled at the answer to a question she’d asked him, an answer he hadn’t meant to be funny. Logan was still reeling from their interaction–and a bit of a hangover–the next day, when he got a text from Natalie. He was surprised to hear from her, if he was being honest, but glad of it. His cock throbbed as he pictured her in that short skirt she’d worn the day before, the way she’d tossed her hair over her shoulders, those pretty, full lips he was desperate to feel around his cock.

Slowly, he regains enough of his mind to hear Majesty Natalie's words on the video he'd been watching. "You're going to come back to this video over and over." She giggled. "Spend. Send. Do it again." she taunted. "You're going to have to get off to me every hour of every day. You need this." She touched her body, and Bruce nodded at the screen, knowing she was right.