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Kon’s cockhead throbbed. He slid his power lower, towards Tana’s luscious breasts, so temptingly outlined by her blouse. He moved the ghostly touch around her firm, resilient mounds.

“Now, your bra, on the other hand…”

“You’re awful,” Tana giggled, arching her breasts into the spectral presence of his telekinesis. “God, how long until this thing is over?”

“You mean how long until you can’t stand that I’m not dragging you somewhere to get your brains fucked out?”

His tactile telekinesis opened the first button on Tana’s blouse.

“Kon, don’t you dare,” Tana moaned, feeling his touch inside her blouse now, testing the firmness of her breasts in her slight lace bra.

The undergarment jittered this way and that as Kon plucked teasingly at it with his power. The second button on her blouse went. Then the pressure really came down on her breasts, feeling like Kon was squeezing them with his big hands. Tana sighed explosively. Her nipples were hard as marbles, the son of a bitch—both blouse and bra felt thin as a coat of paint, her stiff nipples popping right through them.

“Fucker,” Tana cursed, pushing her breasts out while her nyloned thighs began to spread. “You could at least take a girl dancing first…”

“Can’t, remember? We have to keep things on the down-low…”

Craning his neck, Kon looked into Tana’s wide open blouse, the buttons undone nearly all the way down the crest of her cleavage. He saw the clasp in front of her bra and twitched it with his power, then played with the upper slopes of Tana’s bosom, delaying the pleasure of baring her tits.

“Yes, you’re being very subtle now. Mmmm,” Tana breathed. “You’d better not try and get my bra off. Bad enough I’m letting you grope me—“

“And kiss you.”

“And kiss—MMPHH!” Tana felt the force of Kon’s power push into her mouth, something like a tongue wiggling into her mouth, then pressure on her lips like his mouth devouring hers. She moaned hungrily, knowing it was muffled by the force pressing into her mouth.

Tana’s golden thighs opened further. That she couldn’t blame on Kon.

She turned her head away, trying to hide what her mouth was doing in the collar of her jacket—but her tongue was wrestling with Kon’s invisible one, her arms twitching with the desire to wrap around Kon’s body just like he really was kissing her.

Then his power trickled over her legs. The hem of her skirt slid up her thighs, nearly to her crotch. Tana groaned in protest and pulled her skirt back down over her nylons. It didn’t deter Kon’s invisible hands, though. They felt out her inner thighs until they were pressing at the panty-covered mound of her cunt.

Tana’s tongue worked faster, her fingers digging into the chair underneath her as if it were the nape of Kon’s neck—like she was kissing him and not the lapels of her own jacket. There was a fine warmth in her mouth now, her plump lips trembling while Kon’s power tingled at the soft flesh between her nylons and her panties. She was very ready, even knowing that nothing more could happen—she couldn’t very well drag Kon off to privacy in a pressroom full of reporters. Every one of them would realize the two of them were fucking.

She just had to grin and bear it.

“You’re getting a little rambunctious,” Kon whispered to her. “Maybe I should help calm you down…”

Squirming her ass against the smooth polished seat of her folding chair, Tana suddenly felt invisible pressure bite into her wrists. Kon was cuffing her—keeping her from flailing her arms like this pleasure made her want to by literally holding her down.

“Kon, you bastard!” Tana hissed under her breath.

“Why is it you always call me names when I’m doing something you really like?” Kon mused. “It’s not very encouraging. Why can’t you tell me something nicer, like how wet you are?”

“You know how wet I am, haole, you’re the one goddamn feeling me up--!” Tana quivered, her forehead creasing, cold sweat beading her face. God only knew what she looked like…

She felt Kon’s power brush against her right nipple, then clamp down on the turgid bud. Tana bit her lip hard. Clamp was the right word—Kon had made his power feel like a double set of tiny metal teeth biting into the sensitive flesh. It was pained ecstasy, but the real torture was trying to keep her mouth shut. She felt perspiration flood under her arms and streak down the back of her shirt. With her blouse half-open, her sweat-glazed breasts had to be gleaming like they had a spotlight on them. She didn’t dare look.

“This definitely seems like it’s having an effect on you,” Kon observed casually. “But I know it’d bug a neat freak like you to only be clamped once. Let’s do your other boob.”