Mistress(es)

Ep. 3: With Benefits*

Cleo stepped quietly up the stairs, her hands working nervously at her wrist as she grew closer to Skyler's apartment. Her heart was pounding in her chest when she finally crested the final step and stood before the boy's door, but she couldn't exactly pinpoint why. The easiest explanation was the most obvious one: She was about to attempt to hypnotize her friend the same way Abby had a few nights ago, and that was a rather... exotic method of induction. Cleo looked down at the silky leggings caressing her lower half that she usually used for pajamas, then sighed. They didn't look nearly as tight and sexy on her as they did on Abby or Erica.

Cleo wasn't lacking by any means; but the curves of her body were definitely more... nuanced than her counterparts. The girl was thin, but didn't have the athleticism that Erica did, and what meat she did have was entirely dwarfed by Abby's bodacious curviness. Cleo was only working with a set of B's, a decent sized rump, and a pair of creamy legs that seemed to draw the most attention from the boys around her. Those legs, however, her main weapon of seduction, were currently being smothered out by the black silk that apparently Skyler loved oh so much. She really hoped they would still have their charm underneath them.

What Cleo did have, however, in spite of her body that she felt was lacking, was perk. Her breasts always seemed to be happily standing outward, and her plump little tush was accentuated by her slender, toned figure. It seemed to be another thing boys liked about her, the perk. Perky things were nice to grab and fit so perfectly in the hand, and in the right clothing, Cleo knew how to use it to her advantage.

A plain white crop top to compliment her black bra beneath, the former exposing her milky midriff and belly piercing that glimmered in the moonlight. The shirt was cut just a little shorter compared to other tops so that instead of hugging under the breasts, it simply draped over them, allowing one to see her bra in full from beneath should they look up from below. This wasn't necessary, however, as with the sleeves cut the way she had them, one could easily get a nice view of side boob tied up in that shiny black bra. This was Cleo's go to concert attire, or in some cases, raves if she could get someone to sneak her in. And while the shirt worked enough to show off her topside, she couldn't deny that the leggings were doing wonders for her ass. She just really hoped it would all be enough for Skyler to be seduced. Their friendship was (strangely) counting on it.

This lead to the other thing Cleo was worried about. She hadn't had the best track record with men. She got attention from boys from time to time, sure, but never as much as those around her. There was always a better pick than her, and often that meant she was left alone at the end of the night. The one relationship she did have that was solid, ended in a rather flaming disaster. however, that, like so many others so far, is a story for another day. The point was, she found herself in a similar situation now. Erica was currently the object of Skyler's interest, and she had clearly amped his infatuation up with her by a massive margin. Why would Cleo attempting to trance the boy work when there was nothing special about her that Erica didn't have?

All of that led to the last reason Cleo was so nervous. She didn't know this Skyler. Sure, it seemed like him, but if what happened with Abby earlier was anything to go off of, the boy had traps laid in his mind that could go off at the slightest bump. Or worse, what if in the time that they had been planning, Erica had remembered to brainwash Cleo out of his mind too? Then she'd really be in for it. Or worse, worse, what if the boy wasn't hypnotized at all? What if everything happening was of his own will, and he meant everything he said earlier. That part about Abby and her being overbearing was certainly only going to be reinforced when Cleo showed up at his door unannounced in a moment. Would he yell at her like with Abby? Would he answer? Would he know that there was some sort of scheme to-

Cleo's phone vibrating in her pocket made her jump, snapping her from her runaway thoughts. She withdrew the device and checked the message there.

What are you doing? Abby had texted.