Stacy walked into the bank at 11:15 am, wearing a long grey overcoat and carrying a black duffel bag. Nobody paid her much attention as they continued their mundane errands, filling out forms and waiting in line for the tellers.

Stacy stood in the middle of the lobby and put the duffel bag at her feet. She unzipped it and pulled the sides down over what might have been an odd-looking space heater. The graying security guard was only just noticing her, looking quizzically at the strange contraption by the woman’s foot.

“Hey, everybody! Who wants a love bomb?!” She said at the top of her voice.

Almost everyone in the bank stopped what they were doing, turning to look at the woman who was clearly not here to make a deposit. As soon as Stacy had people’s attention, she let her trenchcoat fall to the floor, her incredible body on full display for everyone to see.

A wave of shock rippled through the crowd as they gawked at Stacy’s large, perky breasts, flaring hips, and long tapered legs. Before they could tear their eyes away, Stacy hit a lever on the contraption next to her with her foot.

Several jets of pink fog shot out of the machine in different directions. The security guard, who was charging at Stacy from across the floor, took a direct hit of the pink smoke in his face. He gasped and sank to his knees, a bewildered look on his face. He blinked and then began to smile drunkenly, reaching his hands down his pants, his gun completely forgotten on the floor.

“That’s it everyone!” Stacy encouraged the rest of the clients and employees who were trying to cover their faces from the thick gas. “Just breath in those nice love fumes and look at my pretty body! Don’t I just look so scrumptious?” She shook her hips and wiggled her tits.

One-by-one, the occupants of the room started rolling their heads and dropping down to their knees, feeling an irresistible urge to touch and play with themselves. The bank manager, a stately woman wearing a conservative blue business suit, was sprawled on her back, her fingers tearing away her pantyhose and diving in and out of her slick pussy.

“That’s so wonderful! Isn’t it?!” Stacy said, letting her fingers pinch and flick her nipples. “Everyone’s so horny and happy! Happy and horny! Nothing better to do but give yourself more and more pleasure! Right, boys?”

Stacy smiled and winked at the group of men that were jerking themselves off at her feet, gazing up at her heavenly body with wide, dilated pupils. Stacy threw them a wink.

“Watching my titties, jiggle and sway…give yourselves pleasure! It’s time to obey!” She sang.

The fog had made its way through the whole building now. Tellers were laying on the floor, the women groping at their tits and pussies while the men humped their fists like horny teenagers. One of the real estate agents grabbed the hot milf client he had been talking with and pounded her over his desk while her husband made her suck his cock on the other side.

Stacy swayed and danced for everyone’s amusement, the drugged gas making her feel like she was prancing through her naughtiest dream.

At the front of the building, one of the glass doors swung open, unnoticed by any of the people helplessly masturbating. A woman with a gas mask covering her head stalked in, tip toeing around the bodies writhing deliciously on the carpeted floor. She walked past Stacy, who was rubbing her pussy in a younger woman’s face, and gracefully hopped over the teller’s desk. She went up to a dopey employee bucking her hips against side of the desk.

“Open the vault, please,” commanded the woman in the gas mask.

“Mmm…wha?...huh?...oooooh!!...” The teller, unable to take her hand off her swollen clit.

The woman in the gas mask sighed and reached into her pocket for a small, cylindrical device. She pressed a button, and the device began flashing and strobing bright, white light that caught the teller’s attention, holding her eyes like glue.

“You want to open the vault for me,” the woman asserted.

“Yes…want to…open the vault…” The teller mumbled. Her hand left hand still tending to her sex, the tell got up with a set of keys, deactivated the alarm, and opened the bank vault for the mysterious stranger.

Ten minutes later, the whole of the bank had shed their clothes and was on the verge of a free-for-all orgy. The masked woman walked up to Stacy, a thick wad of bills in her hand.

“Well, Stacy, that was a job well done! Here we go, $5,000 in cash as promised.” The woman easily had over ten million in her over-stuffed duffel bag. She dangled the wad of cash over Stacy’s head, barely taking her attention away from her needy pussy.

“I’ll make you a deal though,” the woman continued. “How about instead of this money, which you’d be too stupid to spend properly anyway, I let you finish fucking yourself stupid with the rest of these lucky peeps here until the police come and take you to jail. What do you think about that?”

“Mmmmm! Wanna fuck! Wann fuck! Stacy’s a love bomb! Love bombs love to suck and fuck! Oh!”

“Aww…you learned your lessons well. Alright then, why don’t you stay and explain everything to police while I run and catch my flight to Paris? You think that’s a much better idea, don’t you?”

“Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” Stacy said in time with her thrusts.

“Good girl!,” the woman said, dropping the 5 G’s back in her duffel bag. “And don’t forget to write down the website when the police interrogate you. Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll remember which one when the time comes. That should help derail any investigation from pesky investigators”

The woman hoisted the heavy bag over her shoulder and gently touched Stacy’s face.  

“What a good, obedient, little accomplice you turned out to be,” she said with a good-bye kiss.

Stacy smiled dreamily.

“Mmm! Thank you…Mistress Miraja…”