It takes all your willpower not to jump Martinique right away, but good things come to those who wait - and besides, you'd like to make sure she'll follow your commands even when you're not physically present.
"I want you to go to the nearest adult products store and buy the sexiest, sluttiest lingerie you can find," you tell her, keeping her eyes locked with your own. "You will put it on under your own clothes and then meet me at my house after school. Once there, you will receive further instructions."
"Yes... I will..." she says in a whisper.
"Now, kiss me the way you would if I were your boyfriend."
Martinique pulls you close and kisses you firmly, slipping her tongue between your lips and pressing her body tightly against you. A French kiss, indeed! Her full lips feel hot and moist, her tongue thrusts deeply into your mouth, and for just a moment you wonder whether you shouldn't just go do her in the bell tower after all.
But then you get to thinking about how she'll look on your living room floor in whatever new lingerie she gets. "Go now," you tell her before you can change your mind again.
Martinique turns and runs off.
* * * * *
You head straight home, all thought of school abandoned. You've missed eight months already anyway, and with your new abilities it's not like you actually need to work for a living anymore, so why bother with the degree?
When you arrive home, you find a bit of a surprise. It's Cyndi! She's standing on your front porch in her nurse's uniform, apparently waiting for you!
"Oh, hello," she says nonchalantly. "This is for you."
You look, and see that she's holding out a key. "Huh?" you ask, momentarily confused.
"You told me to give you this key to my house," she says as if it's the most natural thing in the world.
"You've been waiting here on my front porch all day?" you ask.
"Of course. You told me I had to give you the key before going to work."
You shake your head with bemusement. This power is more potent than you realized. You'll have to be careful about the commands you issue in the future - if your stepmother or someone else had been home and encountered Cyndi on the front porch, things might have gotten pretty weird. "Thank you, Cyndi," you say as you take the key. She smiles and immediately turns to leave.
As she does, Martinique pulls up in her cherry-red Alfa Romeo convertible.
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