It's Waymo Fun This Way

"You're sure these things are safe, Mags?" Sydney planted her feet to stop her friend from pulling her along more.

"For like the bajillionth time, yes!" The brunette rolled her eyes at her cautious friend. "I take these all the time - they're great, you don't even have to talk to anyone," Maggie held in a burp and laughed. "Besides, we definitely shouldn't drive ourselves."

The two young women had a good night catching up with old college friends. That 'catching up' of course involved a drink or eight. It was well past midnight, and walking back to the hotel was out of the question. Having these driverless cars in her new city, Maggie had suggested taking one of the self-driving pilot cars. Despite the drinks she had, Sydney remained firmly apprehensive about the new technology.

"Look, we don't have to take it, but I will bitch if you don't get in this car. It's not cheap to cancel."

The blonde held up her hands in surrender. "Fine, fine, I'll take it."

Maggie nodded clumsily. "Good! Get in!" The brunette had opened the door to the waiting car, gesturing overdramatically for Sydney to get in.

Sydney rolled her eyes, giving a mock bow. "Why thank you, miss - ow." She had misjudged the height of the car and bumped her head against the roof.

"See, no driver is going to judge you for that, it's perfect!" Maggie chimed in cheerfully as she followed her friend into the backseat.

Once the door closed, there was a pleasant chime and a gentle voice spoke out: "Welcome Maggie and Sydney. To confirm, your destination is the Hyatt on Third Street?"

A prompt appeared on the screen on the back of the console between the two front seats. Maggie clumsily tapped the green check.

"Destination confirmed," the disembodied voice chimed in. "Estimated time of arrival: 3:13."

"There's still traffic?" Maggie said incredulously. "It's three in the fucking morning!" The screen was counting down the time to arrival - it claimed the trip would still take nearly half an hour.

The driverless car started moving, deftly merging into the road without any input from the two passengers. Sydney laughed delightedly. "It's awesome, isn't it, Syd?"

The blonde was still looking at Maggie with apprehension.

"Oh, what is it now?"

"How'd it know my name?"

Maggie waved her hand dismissively. "I put in your name as a passenger. Stop being so weird! Technology isn't out to get you."

Sydney relaxed a little and smoothed out her yellow dress. She was still unsure about it all, but trusted Maggie's judgement enough - at least for one ride.

"Can you believe Mark looks like that now?"

Gossip was always something to calm Sydney's nerves. Her blue eyes perked up. "Oh my God! I didn't want to say anything there... Maybe I should've given him a chance freshman year!"

Maggie waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, come on, it's still Mark. A six pack doesn't change everything, you know. I think he's much better as a friend."

The two young women's gossip distracted them enough to not notice the brief flash of a logo on the screens in the car.

The disembodied voice came on a few seconds later. "Would you like in-car entertainment?"

"Sure, whatever," Maggie pressed the green button on the touchscreen again and got back to her conversation. Instead of a movie or video, the two screens displayed an intense, slow spiral.

It went unnoticed for a minute as the two friends continued to talk about their different opinions of how their friend group had changed since graduation. But it caught Maggie's attention eventually. She tilted her head slightly, regarding the spiral.

Why was the car playing a spiral? Wasn't it supposed to be a movie? Why is it so enticing? Why can't I look away?

Each question bubbled up briefly in the brunette's mind, and just as quickly vanished. With every passing second, the spiral seemed more and more beautiful, harder and harder to look away from. It wasn't very long before she didn't even want to look away from it at all.

"Maggie? Maggie?" The blonde shook her friend's shoulder.

Sydney's voice seemed to be coming from a mile away. All Maggie could think about was the beautiful spiral. There was the occasional word now.

Good girl. Deeper. Relax. Good girl. Keep watching. Good girl. Good girl.

Maggie felt a soft flutter in her stomach each time the text changed. "Yeah..." she murmured absentmindedly in response to Sydney.

"What? Oh. Oh! What the hell!" She shook Maggie's shoulder vigorously. "Look away, dammit!" Maggie's eyes were glazed over, totally locked in on the spiral. Sydney kept her eyes focused on her friend. "Dammit Maggie, look away, you idiot!"

It had no effect on the brunette. Sydney was almost completely leaned over, trying to get her friend's attention.

Suddenly, the car slammed on the brakes. Sydney was forced back into her seat. The seatbelt was locked in place now, and she couldn't move.

"Do not interrupt the in-car entertainment," the voice said, still as gentle as always. That didn't do anything to help the chills Sydney felt at the disembodied voice.

There was a soft

pshh

that came from above Sydney. She looked up to see a faint gas coming out of the vent in the ceiling of the car. It wasn't the AC or the heat, Sydney was sure of that. The blonde tried to close the slats of the vent but found them stuck in the open position. She tried to undo her seatbelt and roll down the window, but nothing responded to her. The car simply refused to obey her. "Maggie... Maggie I swear to God... snap out of it! Maggie! You stupid bitch! Look at me!" Her voice was shrill with desperation.

The woman in the yellow dress paid Sydney no attention now. Maggie was still held in place by her seatbelt, but her eyes were locked on the screen in the car, locked on that mesmerising spiral. "No..." she murmured blankly.

The first wave of the gas coming from the vents reached Sydney. It smelled sweet. It almost felt sticky as it flowed over her face. She tried to hold her breath, but it only bought her a few more seconds. Against her better judgement, she inhaled deeply to fill her lungs with air.

Inebriated as she was, the gas went to work immediately. Sydney felt like all the drinks from the night had caught up at once. Her stomach felt heavy and her head felt light. Her eyes went out of focus and her vision swam. "No... what's... happening..."

No one was there to listen to her. There was no driver, and the disembodied voice didn't care to give an answer. Maggie was useless as well. If she saw what was happening to Sydney, she didn't seem to notice.

Sydney lifted her arm up weakly and tried to paw at the door handle. Everything was working too quickly on the blonde; it felt like she was trying to lift hundred pound weights every time she moved her arm. Weakly, she let her hand drop down. "This was... bad... idea..." She sputtered out before her eyes fluttered shut.

As if someone was watching, the gas shut off. A strong, clean breeze replaced it, blowing a few loose strands on Sydney's head about. The window next to her rolled down on its own, sucking the rest of the sedative out into the wider world. After a few seconds of that, the car window rolled back up.

The air in the car was safe, completely harmless to the entranced Maggie. Her attention was fully in the grasp of the spiral. Whomever was controlling the spirals seemed to know what was going on in the car. The series of text on the screen changed:

Good girl. Sydney's beautiful. Keep watching. Sydney. Keep watching. Sydney. Dress. Good girl. Dress. Off. Off.

Maggie's mind was weak, but she got the gist of the message. Yes, she should take Sydney's dress off. The spiral said she should. That was it, yes. The spiral said she should. And why not, after all? No one else was around. Sydney had been her roommate in college. They had seen each other from time to time after all - nothing ever happened, but no one shared a room with someone else without seeing something from time to time. No, Sydney definitely wouldn't mind.

After all, the busty blonde was wearing a low-cut black dress. It'd be so easy for Maggie to just slip the fabric off Sydney's shoulder and just... "Oops!" Maggie giggled. She didn't remember doing it, but the black shoulder of Sydney's dress had slid down. "I knew you weren't wearing a bra!" She teased. With more intention this time, Maggie tugged the other shoulder of Sydney's dress down, leaving the busty blonde's chest bare - not even with any pasties. The front of the dress seemed sturdy enough that they weren't needed.

"Well... nice to see these again," Maggie murmured and bit her lip softly. Her delicate fingers traced around the curve of Sydney's impressive bust. She ran her fingers down the swell of her breasts and delicately poked the blonde's nipples at the same time.

"Good girl, Maggie," the disembodied voice came on again. It sounded just as good to hear those words as it did to read them. Maggie blushed, beside herself.

"Kiss her, Maggie," it gave another order.

That order was easily obeyed. Maggie scooted over in the back seat, her seatbelt long since unbuckled, and leaned over to Sydney's unresponsive lips. She pressed her own against Sydney's and kissed her former roommate. "Mmm," Maggie murmured. She pressed harder on the second kiss, feeling Sydney's limp lips squish beneath hers. Maggie's tongue ventured further, pushing past Sydney's teeth, brushing against her tongue.

"Well, this is new," Maggie said with a smirk, her voice husky. She kissed Sydney again.

"Very, very good," the voice in the car spoke up again. "Don't limit yourself to just her lips."

"Mm, of course," Maggie's eyes flicked up and down her slumbering friend's body. She made her way down to Sydney's neck, then her shoulder. The brunette didn't stop there. She leaned down and kissed the tops of Sydney's breasts, then worked her way down. Maggie's tongue flicked out and brushed against her friend's nipples, licking around Sydney's areolas before gently nibbling the soft flesh between her front teeth.

"Well done, Maggie," the car's voice crooned. "You don't need your dress either, do you? Why don't you slip it off. You shouldn't have to hide that lovely body of yours."

Maggie felt herself blush. Without thinking, she felt her hands at the straps on her own yellow dress and she gently pushed them down.

The voice must have noticed her hesitation. "You can keep going, Maggie."

The brunette tugged the straps down further, feeling the skin of her bust form goosebumps in the cool air of the car. Like Sydney, Maggie wasn't wearing a bra. But the slender-chested brunette could get away with that a little more easily. She was still wearing pasties over her nipples - the fabric of her yellow dress was much thinner than the one Sydney was wearing. And Maggie didn't like to admit it, but she was a little more of a prude than her friend.

"I believe you're forgetting something, Maggie," the voice teased.

"No..." Maggie felt herself blush and looked down. But she knew the voice was right. Her fingers reached for her own breasts and peeled off the tan pasties. The sensation instantly hardened her nipples. Inadvertently, she felt herself exhale a little harder.

"Much better, Maggie," the voice crooned. "Very good."

Still bashful, Maggie looked down. "Oh, thanks."

"You have nothing to be ashamed of, Maggie," it assured her.

The brunette felt a flurry of excitement at the words.

"It is a shame... no one is there to return the favor," the car spoke softly. "Pinch yourself, just enough to feel it."

Maggie brought her soft fingertips to her nips, feeling the tingling sensation run through her body. When she pinched down a little, she let out an inadvertent moan.

"Good girl," the voice continued. "You've always been jealous of Sydney, haven't you?"

The brunette's mind was thoroughly scrambled between the hypnosis and the drinks from earlier in the night, but the simple question coaxed an answer from Maggie's deep subconscious. She glanced sideways at the gently heaving chest of her friend. "Yes..." she said sheepishly.

"It's only natural," the voice cooed. "Nothing to be ashamed of. Why don't you let Sydney know how you feel, Maggie?"

Maggie blushed. "I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"She's my friend."

"Do you think she's going to know what you said?" The voice sounded sarcastic.

"No..."

"Exactly, but it'll be good for you, Maggie. Go on. Don't be shy."

The words emboldened Maggie. She turned her attention squarely on Sydney, whose plump lips parted gently and plumper breasts bounced with every slight bump in the road. "Why do you have to be so..." she gestured wordlessly with her hands at her friend's body. As disheveled as Sydney was from everything that night, she was a stunning sight. "You were always the one the boys noticed, god, it's so childish. 'Look at me, I'm Sydney, aren't I just the best?'" Maggie lifted up one of her friend's limp wrists and waved it.

Maggie dropped Sydney's hand with a sound of disgust. As an afterthought, Maggie smacked Sydney's right boob with the back of her hand. The impact made a sharp sound, and Sydney's body slumped from the force.

The brief anger Maggie felt at Sydney disappeared. Her jaw dropped open.

"Hm... weak. But you should still apologize," the voice admonished her.

Maggie didn't need much encouragement there either. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I - you're one of my best friends. I don't resent you. I wouldn't want to lose you."

"Show her you mean it." Sydney's seatbelt unbuckled itself. No longer supported by the restraint, Sydney's body slumped lower in the seat.

"What..."

"Show her you mean it," the voice repeated.

Maggie scooched over on the seat next to Sydney and wrapped her arm around her friend. She kissed Sydney gently on the cheek. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be shy," the voice taunted.

Maggie's left hand grasped Sydney's breast firmly while her right wandered up the blonde's short skirt to brush against the front of Sydney's panties.

Despite her unconsciousness, Sydney's body was plenty responsive. Just the slight touch made Sydney tense in Maggie's arms. Maggie smiled in glee. Maggie never imagined this - well, she had once in a while, years ago. But she knew nothing would ever happen and paid the fantasies no mind. But it was happening. For real.

Maggie pressed a little firmer with the fingers on her right hand.

"That dress is in the way, isn't it?"

"Yes..." Maggie murmured, realizing what she needed to do. She pushed Sydney forward to get better access to the zipper on the back of her friend's dress, then pulled the fabric past her waist. Maggie shoved Sydney back against the seat back and pulled her hips off the seat to get the dress off entirely. She let the garment fall to the floor.

"That's a good view, don't you think, Maggie?"

"She's beautiful..."

"And you've never seen her like this before, have you?"

Maggie shook her head. "No."

"Well, why stop there?"

Maggie was still under the control of whomever was controlling the car, and their words spurred Maggie into action. With both hands, Maggie looped her fingers in the waistband of Sydney's black panties and yanked them off. They were stuck for a brief moment between the slumbering woman's thighs, but they peeled off easily enough.

"Ah, well done, Maggie. You follow my instructions well."

"Oh, well... thank you," Maggie found it hard to take her eyes away from Sydney.

"Go on," the voice encouraged. "Have some fun with her."

Hypnotized or not, Maggie would've found that proposition hard to resist. All her inhibitions melted away and she swung Sydney around so she was lying flat on the backseat, her left hand hanging limply on the floor.

With lust in her eyes, Maggie pushed Sydney's thighs apart and tossed her own hair over her shoulder. Maggie started with kisses on the inside of Sydney's thighs, taking in the scent of her one-time roommate. She made her way up, her tongue flicking out nimbly.

The brunette didn't think too hard. She let her tongue wander wherever felt right, relying on what she knew would feel good to herself. She found Sydney's clit easily, letting the tip of her tongue run over it and around, then pushing lower and deeper into Sydney's pussy. Her friend's body reacted with pleasure, tensing and relaxing at the same time, letting Maggie get further.

Maggie's hands didn't stay idle, reaching up to grab the blonde's breasts, finding her nipples, and pinching them between her thumb and forefinger. She felt in tune with Sydney now, playing her friend like an instrument. Her right hand relinquished its hold on Sydney's tit and slid down the woman's body to reach inside her own dress.

"I didn't say you could do that," the voice chimed in, sounding disapproving.

Maggie froze, her face buried in between Sydney's legs.

"Get up."

Ashamed, Maggie sat up, unhappy to leave Sydney alone.

"Put your hands on your head."

She did.

"What did you do wrong?"

"I, um..." It felt weird to have to say it was wrong. "I touched myself."

"Correct."

"Put your hands on your head."

Maggie did. It felt like the car was quiet for an unusually long amount of time. In fact, she remembered that the car was still driving, as the quiet hum of road noise was the only sound.

The brunette was impatient. "How long do I have to do this?"

There was no response.

Maggie felt herself getting frustrated. And still very turned on - she was staring at Sydney's impeccable body out of the corner of her eye.

"Hello?"

Still nothing. Maggie frowned and let one hand fall down and wander down her dress and inside the waistband of her panties.

"You're an impatient young woman, aren't you?"

Maggie had just bit her lip and closed her eyes when the voice sternly interrupted her. She gulped and froze.

"But you've followed all my instructions beautifully. You may continue."

A grin formed on Maggie's lips. The car ride had been titillating to say the least, and Maggie's fingers penetrated easily. She exhaled sharply. "Fuck," she muttered.

"Good girl," the voice egged her on. "You've wanted this, haven't you?"

Wordlessly, Maggie nodded. She picked up speed. She looked down on the seat at Sydney. The slumbering form of her longtime friend was stupidly erotic to Maggie. "Oh..." she moaned inadvertently, her eyes watching Sydney's body jiggle slightly as the car sped along. "Ohhh..." The brunette's whole body tensed.

"Good, cum!" The voice commanded.

Maggie needed little encouragement. She felt the orgasm shake through her body. She let out a noise half between a whimper and a moan. She closed her eyes for a second, then exhaled shakily. Her body felt a little sweaty.

There was silence for a few more seconds. Maggie gripped Sydney's thigh in comfort.

"Our time together is almost over," the voice said.

The young woman felt disappointed. She was having such fun.

As if reading her mind, the voice continued. "You'll be back to your hotel shortly. And then you'll have Sydney all to yourself... I trust you'll take proper advantage of that."

Maggie grinned and nodded.

"Then I'll leave you with one parting gift, to keep the good times flowing."

The

pshh

from the vents came on again. This time the gas was a faint blue.

"Don't worry, you can breathe it freely. You'll stay awake. Someone has to get Sydney back to the room, after all, hmm?"

Maggie inhaled. The gas smelled like flowers. She smiled. She felt relaxed, happy. And still incredibly aroused.

Just as suddenly as it started, the gas stopped, as did the car. "You have arrived at your destination. Thank you for testing this pilot program," the voice said, but it was no longer controlled by the voice that guided Maggie through everything.