"Isabelle, you will go out to the party and count the number of pretty women with breasts at least as large as your own. You will then report back to me in this room. You will do this subconciously, without knowing you are doing it. Do you understand?"
"Of course, I understand."
"Go now."
Isabelle left my grasp and shook her head for a moment.
"How did I get in here?"
"You, what about me? I don't remember coming in here either."
"I've got to slow down a little on the punch. I've got get back to the party."
Isabelle left to do the counting, hopefully. Now I could see if my orders could be obeyed even if I wasn't touching a breast. I had given the orders while touching her.
About a minute later, Isabelle returned. She looked slightly puzzled.
"Now why did I come back in here?" I touched her D-cup and she instantly returned to her trance.
"How many fit the profile, Isabelle?"
"Twelve, including myself." |