[darkwarriorkane]

It had been a day like any other for me. I had just finished another shift of flipping burgers at the local McDonalds. On this night our closing crew was small. Ashley, a small girl about five feet 5 inches tall with long blond hair tied up into a ponytail. She had a slender build and was almost albino white. Patricia, a girl about the same height as Ashley only a little heavier and busty unlike Ashley. She was one of my best friends and was a self described half and half or as she now calls it an Obama. Last but not least was our Manager Ginger. She was nearly six feet tall and in great shape, DD breast contained under a very tight black button up blouse. Needless to say it was hard to focus on the job when she was around.

On this night after we had finished cleaning I noticed Ashley and Patricia were standing by the back drive through window whispering together. I knew they had spend the entire shift dogging Ginger's every move and I assumed they didn't like her much. I walked up to them and they both stopped talking and looked over to me.

"What's up boo? You done?" Patricia said.
"Yeah, just finished up behind the grills, what you whispering about?" I asked wondering what these two could be up to.
"Oh I know your gonna love this." Ashley said turning to face me. "Remember how Ginger got Ernest fired?" she asked. This statement hit me with such force it nearly made me stumble. Of course I remembered Ernest was my mentor, and my best friend, he had taught me everything I knew about cooking.
"Yes, I wish we could do something to get even." I said rage filling me at the fact that as a manger we were pretty much powerless to get even other than just quiting.
"Yeah we figured you'd say that." Patricia said reaching down the front of her blouse and pulling out a small metallic flute. It almost looked like liquid metal and it seemed to flow while retaining it's shape.
"What the hell is that?" I said taking a step back. Patricia seemed to see fear in my eyes and quickly spoke.
"Don't know but the guy who gave it to me said it would help with my problem." in her voice was a calm bit of confidence that eased my worry about the devise.

She played a few notes that sounding almost like Bach or maybe Beethoven either way I heard the bosses chair slide out of place. I turned to see it had toppled over and Ginger was now on her feet looking very confused. Pat and Ash laughed to themselves as I stared at the flute wondering if that thing could really control another person.

Patricia began to play again and Ginger began to dance. Her arms moved back and forth and legs kicked she even dipped but the look on her face said clearly she wasn't in control anymore.
"What the fuck is happening to me!" she screamed and I could tell she wasn't happy but really would you be? Patricia stopped playing and Ginger stopped dancing.

"Ok, I guess you don't like it controlling you." She said begining to turn a dial at end of the flute. I saw it was set on a human shape and she turned it to what looked like a suit of clothes. Suddenly the flute began to play on it's own which seemed to shock even Patricia and Ashley. Ginger's eyes widened as the top button of her blouse came undone. She grabbed the front desperate to hold it together as more buttons came undone.

By button three her white bra came into view and I was to shocked to move or do anything that might disrupt what I was seeing. Button by button popped apart however the usual vocal Ginger didn't even make a sound and part of me wondered if this was the magic of the flute or just shock over coming her. Finally the last button came undone and Ginger fought and unseen force for her shirt but slowly mover of her skin came into view and more of her bra encased breast were revealed to my eyes. Once free of her grasp the shirt flew behind Patricia as if summoned by the flute.

In one motion I saw the belt around Ginger's pants unbuckle and fly to join the blouse now floating just behind Patricia. Ginger looked down just in time to see her pants unzip and slide down her legs to her knees. Her panties were white just like her bra and did let a squeek of shock and embarrassment escape her lips as she bend down to catch her pant. Sadly for her bending forward gave her pants the moment they needed and they shot out from under her knocking her to the ground.

Her shoes and socks flew off next with little effort as she was laying down and I was i shock. The manager I had fantasied about for months was laying in front of me in her little white bra and panties. Suddenly the flute stopped playing and Patricia took back the devise.

I looked at her but didn't speak. In my head I was screaming. No that can't be the end.

To be Continued?