Gwen needed to stop doing this. Every time she had a big deadline coming up and swamped with work, she kept saying to herself, this is the last time. This is the last time she put everything off until the day of! But, it was never the last time. She just couldn’t help it! It was hard not to procrastinate when deadlines seemed so far away, the time seemed plentiful, and work seemed so unappealing. 

Not like right now of course, when she just had a couple of hours left to finish her presentation and send off some emails to her boss. Now she had no choice but to work. It was late, her body was tense and she could practically feel the anxiety passing through her veins as she tried her hardest to get this all over and done with as fast as humanly possible. She leaned back in frustration, massaging the tension out of her shoulders. She needed a break, but she wasn’t really sure she could afford one.

She just had to focus, if she really put her mind to it she’d be done in an hour tops. No distractions. Just finish up, then she could rest without panicking about missing her deadline. Though that was easier said than done. Her whole body was wound up, and her brain felt like it was full of tv static. She just wanted to be doing anything other than this. She kept pulling out her phone to check notifications; Kept tabbing over to watch the videos she inadvertently had pulled up. Like she was doing right now.

Gwen sighed, realizing she was avoiding her responsibilities again. Nothing was going to get done unless she forced herself to work. She threw her phone out of reach onto her bed; Closed her entire browser, and just got ready for the next hour or so of tedium in complete and dreadful silence. Except, it wasn’t silent. There was a faint, muffled melody playing somewhere in the apartment. Some soft instrumental music her roommate must have started while she was busy not working. Normally she’d head over and tell Kat to put some headphones in, but right now it was kind of welcomed. Anything to stop her from going insane. 

The music was actually kind of perfect for working. The fact that they had to pass through the apartment walls kept the songs from being loud and distracting. They were chill, synthy, and with no lyrics. At least not any she could make out. Perfect for doing a lot of writing. Like the thing she needed to get back to doing. It was surprisingly more bearable than she had expected. Gwen didn’t normally find it so easy to get into a good rhythm, especially when she was working last minute. Yet as the time dragged on, she was shocked by how fast her presentation was filling with words and pictures. The lack of distractions and the gentle music made it really easy to focus. Somehow she didn’t even feel the urge to go grab her phone again. She could just work and push through the burnout that was trying to overtake her. Almost as if the spacy sounds coming into her room were doing battle with the stress building up in her head. Even when it got to be a little bit too much and she had to stop for a sec and stretch. She could just lay back in her chair, close her eyes and feel the tension leave her body as gentle melodies washed over her.

Just listen and focus. Gwen sighed, letting herself relax into her chair as her hands went back to typing. What was she so stressed about before? It wasn’t like her assignment was hard, it was just tedious and time consuming. It was just, very boring. She could probably do it with her eyes closed and her boss wouldn’t even notice. Not that she would do that, she had to focus after all. But it did mean that, maybe she wasn’t thinking that hard. Maybe she was just letting her fingers move and do most of the work for her. It left her more time to relax and focus, to keep her mind clear and her body loose. So that she could work longer, faster, more effectively. So that she could appreciate the music.

Gwen blinked awake, somehow, twenty minutes had gone by. Twenty minutes had passed and her presentation was looking good! She just needed to fill out the last few slides and proofread and then she could move on to her emails. She stretched again, only to realize she didn’t need to. Her muscles were relaxed, she didn’t feel an ounce of tension in her body. Like she’d just had a wonderful nap. Having the right background noise really worked wonders, she thought. She’d have to ask Kat what she was listening to later. If work could go this smoothly all the time, she wouldn’t want to procrastinate anymore… probably.

Speaking of working, she’d let her mind wander long enough. Eagerly she brought her attention back to her computer screen. Just a little longer. Just a little longer and she could stop worrying about this. Though, she wasn’t worried. Not anymore. Just focus. She reminded herself. Focus and relax, and she’d be done before she knew it. Quickly she fell back into that wonderful haze that had overtaken her before. Focused and relaxed. Listening to the music. Her eyes skimmed over her notes, her hands typed exactly what they needed to. Almost automatically. Like she wasn’t even there. Except she was, she was listening to the music. Letting it empty out all the things she didn’t need to think about right now. She could just focus on the words she needed to type, the tables and diagrams she needed to place into the slides. The track changed. 

Her eyes lazily blinked, revealing her completed presentation before her. She smiled gently. Not quite shaking herself out of whatever flow state had claimed her. She looked down at her computer’s clock. It had only been ten minutes. She skimmed over her work. Feeling a sense of pride fill her as she noticed the scarce amount of typos and mistakes. She had so much time left! All she had to do was send off some lousy emails. Maybe, maybe it was time for a little break.

Gwen didn’t even consider getting her phone back, she didn’t even consider pulling up a video, or even leaving her room. No, Gwen knew exactly how she wanted to relax for a bit. She lay back in her chair, and simply closed her eyes. There wasn’t anything now to distract her, not even work. She could just lay there and let herself fully relax, her mind fully empty. She could just lay there and drift off into the music. Really appreciate every note and chord. Gwen sighed, a new wave of calm washing over her, pulling her down into a place somewhere between sleeping and waking. Even through the wall, the sounds started to become more and more clear to her. She just had to focus, sink, relax. Maybe this song did have words. Maybe she could hear the muffled sounds of words echoing around in her vacant mind. She still couldn’t make them out though. They were fuzzy, like vague shapes she couldn't quite form into anything she could read. She didn’t need to, she just had to listen, focus, sink.

A warmth started to spread throughout her body. Radiating from her core it wrapped itself around her entire body, coating her arms and legs and eventually filling her empty head. It felt good, incredibly good. It felt nice to focus, to listen, to… Obey? The word was placed there. She didn’t come up with it. But it felt right. Felt good. Listen and obey. Obey the music. Except… she had emails to send…

Groggily, she rolled her head forward, right, work, she had to finish her work. It was just emails, just sending some updates and attachments that were pretty much all completely done already, she just had to type. She just had to go back to typing. She could do that. She could type while she listened. While she focused. While she obeyed. There it was again, Obey. The word felt electric every time she thought it. Sending pulses of pleasure throughout her body. The music was telling her things. She just needed to listen and obey. Because… Because it was helping her focus and get her work done. Because… because it felt really good… She lazily shook her head, trying to clear the pleasant pink fog that was slowly forming. Right, type, she just had to keep typing. 

Tap. Tap. Tap. Reread. Click. Send. Over and over again. Mechanical. Automatic. Her conscious mind, fully consumed by the task at hand. Making sure what she was typing was correct. It was oddly tiring. Exhausting. Luckily the music was there to help. Help her focus. She could just let it continue to weave itself into her thoughts. Continue to fill her with wonderful pleasurable warmth.  Her work was getting done. That’s all that really mattered. She let out a soft moan. Listen. Sink. Obey. Like how the music wanted. Like a good girl? Good girl? Where had that thought come from… Alarm bells started to go off in her head, but they were too quiet. Too quiet to be heard over the soft and gentle music. She could multitask, she rationalized. She could type and sink and listen and obey. She was almost done. Almost finished. Reread. Click. Send. Another email down. One of her hands absentmindedly roamed to her chest and started tracing light circles around her nipples. Click. Send. She could almost let herself fully sink. Listen. Obey. Almost. First, she had to make sure her emails were perfect. Had to make sure she got them done on time. That was the only thing her mind had left to cling to. Even as her growing arousal made it harder and harder to think. Her task kept her grounded, kept her from fully getting lost in the sea of sweet melodies. She just had to… she just had to…

She was finished? The wave of confusion hit her like a tsunami. Resurfacing her thoughts just the tiniest bit. The last, however long it was she didn’t care anymore, was a blur. But she looked through her outbox. All her emails were sent. All her emails were done and perfect and sent. She did it. She was finally… And just like that she collapsed into her chair. Resistance crumbling. Sinking. Listening. The arousal she had been inadvertently repressing crashed into her. She couldn’t think. It was so impossibly hard to think. All she could do was listen. Listen and Obey. And she could finally hear the words.

Good girls listen, Good girls sink, happy, horny, hard to think.

A gentle smile spread on Gwen’s lips. Horny. Hard to think. Like a good girl. Her body was burning, she had to… had to do something about it. Gwen couldn’t throw her pants off fast enough. A warm dampness greeted her free hand as she pushed her panties aside and started playing with herself. A whimper escaped her lips. She needed it, she needed to cum so badly, yet her hands weren’t listening to her. They were moving in time to the music. Gently, softly moving along with the melody. Teasing her, caressing her. One mercilessly playing with her sensitive nipples, the other drawing agonizingly slow circles around her clit. All the while she kept sinking, listening, obeying. Happy. Horny. Hard to Think. Hard to think. So… so hard to think. Too hard to even muster the brain power needed to make herself cum. But she wanted to cum, needed to cum so badly. She moaned softly, she needed… She needed help.

Kat! Of course! It was her music! Kat would know what to do. Gwen stood up clumsily, knocking into the wall. Soundwaves gave her reassuring touches as she leaned onto the plaster. She almost lost her balance, almost slid herself down to the floor and ended her trip there, helplessly masturbating. But eventually she managed to free up the hand on her chest. Eventually she managed to bring it up to her bedroom door and swing it open, staggering into the rest of the apartment. It felt like a dream, a wonderful hazy daydream as she wandered in the direction of the sound. As she used the last bit of her strength to push the door open into Kat’s room. She found her roommate sitting there, staring blankly at the spiraling colors on her computer screen. Openingly masturbating, completely naked. Her headset cable curled up on the floor beside her… disconnected. 

But that didn’t matter now. Right now, Gwen needed help. She sauntered over to her roommate, she was mumbling. Nearly incoherent, but Gwen knew the words she was saying…

“Horny… hard to think… good girls…”

Something about watching her roommate lost in the music like she was made her even wetter, even hornier. Oh the music… it was so loud now…so close. Gwen moved towards the computer, never breaking her view of the strangely enthralling self-pleasuring going on before her. Inadvertently, she wandered directly into her roommate’s vision, blocking the screen. Kat stirred. Almost at a whisper she exclaimed.

“Hmhmm… Gwen… Gwen!?!?” 

Kat’s eyes shot open, just barely, just as much as the music would allow her in her deeply brainwashed state.

“Gwen… I… I can… expl---”
Gwen took both her hands and brought her roommate in for a deep, long kiss. She climbed onto the chair, straddling her in the process. She couldn’t help it. She was too turned on, too horny. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t do anything but listen, sink, and play with the beautiful girl in front of her. She pulled away from the kiss, unable to stop herself from whispering into the other girl’s ear.

“Good girls listen…”

Kat’s eyes nearly glazed over at the words, the conflicting shame and pleasure clear on her face. She stared deeply into Gwen’s eyes, It was clearly too much to handle because her eyes unfocused and her stare became distant. The music had won.

“Good girls sink…” Kat droned as Gwen’s hand began to explore the other girl’s body, they sang in unison. In between the moans and the kisses.

“Happy.”

“Horny…”

“Hard to think…”

Their hands roamed each other. Gently teasing, stroking, caressing. Softly, slowly, to the beat of the music. Just enough to keep them both wonderfully on edge, sinking, obeying. Until not even the depths of their song trance could keep them from cumming.

They moaned in unison, looking deeply into each other's eyes as they finished. Then, for a moment, the spell was broken. For a moment Kat and Gwen blinked awake. Looked at each other blushing profusely. Kat looking almost apologetic. But the song kept playing, and Gwen was still so very horny. Tomorrow they would have to have a long conversation about this, but right now, right now Gwen could barely even speak. Right now Gwen just wanted to be a good girl.

And it seemed Kat did too. Because just as the song was beginning to drag Gwen back down into mindless bliss, her roommate pushed her onto the bed, trying her best to get rid of the clothes she was still wearing. Until they were both curled up in a warm embrace. Sinking. Listening. Obeying. Kat’s fingers found her pussy, giving her no choice but to return in kind. While the two girls gently drifted back down into trance, tangled, horny, and whimpering. Gwen couldn’t help but wish it was the first of many nights together.