Mistress(es)

Ep. 6: Things are about to get weird!

Erica Depson grabbed her perfume from her locker and spritzed herself a few times, then grabbed a tube of lip gloss before bending over for the gathered crowd and applying it in her hanging mirror. She tossed her hair into a messy ponytail, adjusted her bra, then smiled at herself before shutting the door, coming face to face with Abby and Cleo who stood among Erica's brainless zombies that followed her just to stare. The girl smiled even bigger, waving a hand through the air.

"Everyone go onto class now, show's over."

Instantly, foggy heads cleared a bit, and the smiling audience stumbled off in a daze, the allure of Erica still fresh in their minds. Meanwhile, the girl turned to her latest victims and deviously smirked, "Hey there, my little pets. You got her all brainwashed for me, Westcott?"

"Yes mistress..." Cleo said in a dreamy tone.

"Good girl," Erica cooed stepping close and wrapping an arm around the girl's waist, "I think you earned a little reward for that. Pleasure." She snapped in Cleo's ear.

The goth stood there, caressed by Erica and unsure of what to do. Her eyes darted to Abby standing behind the preppy seductress, who circled her hands frantically, urging her to play along.

"Oh! Ohhhhhh God, y-yes!" Cleo gasped, reaching up and grabbing Erica back. A little too loud, and drawing everyone in the hall's eyes, Cleo let her voice fizzle down to a whisper as she let herself dramatically fall against Erica, trying to hide her bright red face.

"Smooth, Cleo" Abby internally facepalmed.

Even though she was acting, Cleo couldn't deny that smelling her former mistress's perfume again and being held by her was dredging up hazy, addictive memories, so she quickly stood and tried to back away as inconspicuously as possible.

Erica snickered to herself, "Wow, you must have really been waiting for that, huh?"

"Um, y-yes, mistress," Cleo covered, hoping Erica didn't see through her.

The girl thankfully didn't, then turned to Abby, raising a hand to boop her nose, "And hellooooo to you, Bronson. Never thought I'd see the day I'd have you snared."

"I'm so happy to be yours, mistress," Abby droned instantly, feeling so uncomfortable and awkward. These things were much more fun to say when actually hypnotized.

Erica smiled, "I'm happy you're mine too, because, here's what's going to happen now. You two are going to forget about Skyler. Not right away, but naturally. As time winds on, you're going to feel less of a desire to be around him, until finally, you don't want to be around him anymore. Don't worry, though; he won't be lonely without you. I'm more than happy to fill that void."

"Aha!" Abby screamed, stabbing a finger near the girl's face.

Erica winced in shock, then, once she realized what was happening, she scowled, "Well, well, Abby, I guess you're not as dumb as I thought you were."

"Neither am I," Cleo joined, crossing her arms.

Erica was a little surprised to see Cleo also loose from her full power, but had gathered as much, considering she'd failed in seducing Abby like she had commanded. Erica knew her commands must have still lingered in that pretty white head somewhere, though, as she smiled and reached out a hand, brushing Cleo's bangs back and confidently saying, "Hush now, hunny. The adults are talking, m'kay? Sleep."

With a finger snap, Cleo's head emptied all at once, the click of Erica's beautiful fingers filling her brain. Her mouth dropped open in relaxation, and her body felt hazy and floaty. The poor girl's eyes felt sooooo unbelievably heavy all the sudden, and before she could even attempt to resist the feeling, they fluttered shut. She felt her head lull forward, chin to chest, and snoring softly.