"You like that, bitch?" Loki asked Claire.
Still kneeling on the floor, she looked up at him and smiled, cum dripping from her lips, and said "Ooh, yeah, baby," while inside her mind she was practically screaming for it to all stop. She desperately didn't want to act like a prostitute, but something was making her act that way. She then stood up, then sat back down on the chair she had been sitting in earlier, crossing her legs sexily, showing off that she wasn't wearing any underwear.
"Hey, you," one of the male officers said in her direction. His name was Steve Wilson. "You can't sit there. That chair's for ..." Then he stopped in his tracks. "C-Claire? What the hell are you wearing?" It was her face alright, but her body looked sexier and her face was covered with a lot more make-up than usual, and then, of course, there was the outfit she was wearing. She didn't look like that earlier in the day, did she?
Claire spun the chair in Steve's direction and while she wanted to yell out to him to help her, she couldn't. Instead, she found herself fingering her exposed pussy and moaning. Oh god! Would this ever stop? Would she ever get her normal body back? Would she ever be in control of her body again? She felt so dirty acting like this.
"Claire, what the hell are you doing?!" the officer yelled, seeing her masturbating right in front of him. "Cut that out! There are people around!"
"Oh, you're no fun," Loki spoke up.
The officer turned in his direction. "Who the hell are you?"
"You can call me Mr. Loki."
"Loki? You mean like the Norse god?"
"Ah, so you're not a complete moron. Just a prude."
"Hey, you can't talk to me like that."
"Oh, I can talk to you however I want. In fact ... I can do almost anything to you." He smiled, then said "I think you need an attitude adjustment. Because right now, you're no fun at all. And I don't like it when my fun is interrupted or stopped."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Steve asked.
Loki raised his hand, then snapped his fingers.