Mark went to work feeling pretty good. He always liked working with Amy because they would talk and flirt a lot. Every conversation they had always ended up being about sex, sexual relationships, men and women, etc. Mark thought Amy was cute, but a little too brainy at times for her own good. Plus she was a little strange, she was big into science, meditation, and she was convinced that with enough concentration a person could control things with their minds. Mark loved her ideas but chalked them up to fun stuff to talk about but not to take seriously.
The two of them worked in the theater as lighting technicians and today they were running a tech rehearsal with some of the actors onstage. The job had a very relaxed atmosphere and everyone, actors and techs, got along very well. In fact, it was a very sexual place to work; there was almost more flirting than work on any given day.
This was Mark's favorite production they had done so far, it was called Sex and Sensuality featuring an all female cast of hotties. The play itself was rather boring, but the girls playing the parts were all fit, beautiful and fun to be around. Plus the director was a woman and although she was older, she wasn't bad looking herself.
Mark had seen most of the cast in very little clothing over the past few weeks and he was enjoying himself a little too much at times, or so Amy thought. They discussed at length the physical attributes of each actress and Amy was feeling a little insecure about it, but she wouldn't let on to Mark.
Amy arrived in the tech booth, which looked over the stage, a few minutes before Mark. He would be there soon and she was feeling very nervous. She knew that today would not be just any other day. Today would change everything between them forever. She heard Mark coming and her stomach twitched in anticipation.
"Morning Sexy." he said as he walked in.
"Hi, Mark. They are still wandering in down there, so we have sometime before anything happens."
As he put his stuff down he could tell something about Amy was different.
"What's up?" he asked. You seem . . . off."
"Oh nothing big. I just figured a few things out last night, that's all."
She was smiling ear-to-ear. He smiled back and played along.
"Oh yeah? Like what?"
"Let's just say I have some new abilities that might impress you." She was almost snickering.
"Okay, I can't wait. What is it?"
Amy rolled her eyes up at the ceiling being very playful.
"Well let's see if I can find something to demonstrate."
She looked around the room.
"See that bag over there?"
Mark looked at a gym bag on the chair across the room. He looked back at Amy as she focused her eyes on it. Suddenly the bag lifted itself off the chair and flung itself at Mark. He caught it and looked at the bag astonished.
"No way!" He examined the bag closely looking for strings, but found nothing. Then he walked over to the chair and looked for a device of some kind, but still nothing.
"No! I don't believe it!"
"Believe it. I finally did it. Years I've been working at this and I finally found the solution." She jumped as she spoke.
"There's no way! Do something else!" Mark was incredulous.
He watched her again. She looked out through the window and onto the stage. She saw Kara; a girl she knew that Mark liked. Kara was wearing a towel over a "nude suit" which is a skin colored body suit that left little to the imagination. Mark watched as Amy focused on Kara and in no time at all her towel burst from her body and onto the floor. Kara was left standing in her body suit looking pretty naked from where they were standing. Mark saw the perfect shape of her breasts as she grabbed at the towel to cover up.
"I know you're a boob man, so I figured I'd give you a thrill." Amy said. She looked back at Kara. "Looks like it's cold down there."
Although Mark appreciated the sight, he was much too exasperated to react.
"This is amazing. Amy, do you realize what this means? I don't. But I know it's pretty big! Think of what you can do!"
"I have. I've been thinking about it all night. And although there are a lot of amazing applications, there's really only one thing I want to do with this power."
"What?" Mark asked.
Amy focused on his jeans and before he knew it Mark felt his zipper pulling itself down. He quickly grabbed it and pulled it back up. He laughed very nervously.
"Okay, very funny. But seriously . . ." he cut off his words as he felt his shirt disappear. Mark looked down and saw that he was completely shirtless.
"Amy . . ."
Then he dropped about an inch and felt the cold floor on his feet. He looked down and his shoes and socks were gone. He looked back at her in shock.
