The characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters in my story. Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental and unintentional. The characters and situations portrayed are pure fantasy; the author is keen to state that in reality adult sexuality should remain only in the adult world. Please do not allow or cause this story to fall in to the hands of minors.
"Sorry, Herr Professor but I must interject - I really must..." Anna ejaculated the phrase.
If her words sounded strange, then her actions were - insane. Without pausing for breath Anna turned and kissed the shocked finance director, but this was not the polite European double cheek kiss. No, what Anna delivered was a passionate, open-mouthed, lip-numbing kiss. The audacity of Anna's action was only matched by its inappropriate nature - Anna had never even been introduced to the influential Sylvie. The kiss over, Anna pulled herself abruptly away from the gasping administrator - and vaulted down the rest of the steps to vanish into the staff car park.
"I'm most dreadfully sorry, I cannot apologize enough," Hal, stuttered "she has been under immense pressure recently, please excuse me - I feel I should care for my colleague."
The professor moved with a speed that denied his bulk, in a few seconds he too had dashed into the car park. Sylvie was left alone - a picture of bemused lust; her neat blonde bun had unwound. Strands of almost platinum hair concealed most of her taut blouse covered bosom, but not all. Raised domes of cotton peaked provocatively through the shimmering curtain of hair; hard evidence of the erupting flesh. Hal would have relished the sight; platform nipples were one of his fetishes. He had confessed as much to Anna - as he had stroked hers during their recent lovemaking. Sylvie shuddered, and then swiftly made her way to the ladies room in the Institutes foyer. Once safely ensconced in a private cubicle the ice-maiden melted - acting for once, in a most unprofessional manner.
The professor skidded on the loose gravel in the car park, almost losing his footing. He recovered his balance, and his stressed senses just quickly enough to spy Anna - riding out of the car park on her putting Vespa. Hal fumbled for his keys and eventually slid behind the wheel of his BMW 523. Innocent bystander's recoiled from the shower of stones that pelted them; the silver car flew from the car park in a frenzied pursuit of the scooter.
'She has lost it - completely' the panicked academic fretted, he couldn't understand it - she seemed so controlled; just like all her predecessors. Why she should suddenly see their relationship as anything other than an enjoyable extension of her career path amazed him. He drove on ignoring the polite German driving conventions, and the stream of offended motorists. Gradually it became clear where she was headed, his part of town, his street - and his house. 'Oh God above!' his wife! Why had he invited her to the barbecue, she knew Margit - this must be stopped.
The beamer screeched to a halt opposite the neatly trimmed lawns that bordered his path. Anna's Vespa lay discarded on the other side of the road at the curb, just short of his gateposts. Hal got out of his car and gazed, agonized as his front door opened and Margit welcomed Anna - he was dead! Anna then did an incredible thing; she kissed Margit just as she had kissed Sylvie. The women broke their impassioned embrace and were swallowed by the closing door as they slipped into the house. Hal was galvanized into action, he sprinted across the road; this he had to see!
Unfortunately he didn't, time slowed; his life unfolded before him. His senses became so clear, he heard the squeal, he smelt the burning rubber, he saw the approaching fender, he felt the impact, and finally tasted the blood. He was indeed dead.
Macy McKechnie collated her latest results from the mainframe, smiled with satisfaction, and retuned to her laboratory. Macy sat in front of the workstation and booted up the molecular modeling program, her spirits rose even higher. She, Macy McKechnie, from a Glasgow housing estate had made her first breakthrough; the Ph.D. was as good as hers. Precisely what the mutation she had found did she was uncertain, but her probe hit it without fail, time, and time again. The demographics all stacked up - all these families had histories of premature death. A note to the Lancet and her future was as good as guaranteed.
Macy stood up and walked to the filing cabinet where she stored her old journals. She bent forward to hunt for her latest copy of the Lancet; an e-mail to the editor was completely in order. Behind her the screen of her workstation darkened to a deep crimson, and fingers of mist burnt their way through its swirling screen. The inquisitive tendrils reached out and slipped unseen up the crouching researchers skirt. Macy did not see the writhing smoke approach her, but she soon reacted to its delicate touch. Her body convulsed as the vapor slid around and through the gusset of her panties. Her pretty face glazed, and small sounds burst through her twitching lips.
Her unobserved lover stroked the length of one fat tendril fluidly through the valley of Macy's vulva. Covered with fresh desire the irresistible mist pulsed into her open vagina, filling her to the brink; pushing incessantly against her cervix. Macy howled her crisis into the gray metal of the filing cabinet, she came, and came, and changed. Exhausted, but gratified she slumped to the floor.
The laboratory door burst open, as a fearful technician rushed to investigate the scream.
"Macy, Macy, are you alright? What happened?"
Macy opened her eyes and stared hungrily up at Alison.
"I'm fine, just fine" answered a breathless Macy.
"Your eyes, did you get something in your eyes?" Alison enquired "They are so bloodshot - was it acid?"
Macy just grinned, as she covertly watched the red mist re-emit itself from the bubbling surface of the monitor.
"Come closer, I need to whisper - too exhausted to speak"
Alison bent forward bringing her as face close to Macy's as she politely could. This gave Macy a grandstand view of Alison's facial expression as the sinful vapor enslaved her. Alison's face first registered concern, then surprise - followed closely by uncontrolled desire. Macy's tongue mashed against Alison's as her hands sought the slimmer girls breasts under the white lab coat. Together they designed a new, exciting experiment shedding their clothes just as rapidly as their unneeded morals.
"This video details the work of my laboratory, and our hope for the eradication of genetic disorders - within the next 10 years," Eloise Braggart paused for effect, then continued "No more Mongolism, no more Cystic Fibrosis, an end to unnecessary suffering..."
"Many more abortions! Selective culling of the unborn! - Isn't that suffering enough?" A lone strident voice bust out from a flame haired young woman.
"Ahem, colleagues - you may not have had the pleasure of meeting Pamela Morris. Now Pam I think you would be so much more at home with the protestors, OUTSIDE!" Eloise spoke sternly, motioning to the closest security guard.
"Murderer, defiler of nature!" Pam screamed as she was dragged backwards towards the illuminated exit sign.
"To continue, an end to unnecessary suffering - and expenditure" Dr Braggart smiled widely at the assembled politicians; they sure heard that last word.
Eloise stepped back to let the video underline the savings, it would run into billions; and the research grant would ensure the expansion of her personal empire and reputation. 'It's just a well us scientists are only interested in the well being of mankind, or this sort of thing could be misused' the ironic thought cracked her smile into a full face grin.
Eloise edged her rear onto a convenient stool, her hand slipped down surreptitiously to scratch an annoying itch that had flared up. Her fingers caught at the seam of her tailored suit, the friction was quite delicious. She stopped the scratching immediately shocked at her sudden arousal. The thoughts wouldn't be stopped as easily 'I could orgasm in front of these pompous fools and they would be none the wiser' a strong exhibitionist fantasy played across her mind.
She could see them all - Princes, Kings, Presidents and Premier's obediently sitting, watching; while she performed - it was intoxicating. Her finger pressed a little harder and the gentle, sly scratch started again. If she wiggled slightly the seam flicked across the bud of her hard clitoris - she was so close, so close. The video ended and Eloise reluctantly stopped mid-masturbation to walk back to the podium.
At her return the audience rippled into spontaneous applause, and her unruly clitoris pulsed against her damp gusset.
"Thank you, thank you, your response has been most...Ugh, ahhh! Satisfying" Eloise squirmed as her own crescendo matched that of the audience.
Eloise left the auditorium satisfied scientifically and sexually, today had been a good day; a day of discovery. Her mood fell as she left the venue - crowds of protestors surged forwards. Pam was to the fore as usual, screaming her abuse for all to hear. Eloise really did detest that stupid woman; she was nothing other than a self-publicist! Egged on by Pam's chants the crowd moved forward and the police line gave way. With a sudden squeal Pam was jettisoned from the bosom of her admirers, and fell flat on her behind right in front of her archrival. Eloise's response was as rapid as it was unexpected. In one swift movement she ran forward, thrusting her post climatic groin into Pam's face. With a motion reminiscent of an erotic dancer she ground and bumped her wet crotch against the trapped nose and mouth.
The crowd fell silent, dumbstruck by the unexpected pornography acted out before them. Eloise bucked as her climax gripped her - then with as much serenity as she could muster she flicked her long dark hair back from her perspiring face and walked away to the waiting limousine.
"Are you O.K. love," a kindly policeman asked "what an unmitigated bitch!"
"Yes, she's wicked, Umm - excuse me" muttered a disorientated Pam.
Unsteadily Pam stood, and walked without hesitation or a single backward glance to the darkened window of the parked limo. The crowd held it's collective breath in anticipation. But all hell did not break loose, the door of the limo simply opened; Pam simply stepped in and sat beside Eloise. The door shut and seconds later the limo beat a hasty retreat.
"Well I'll be damned!" the young policeman whistled under his breath. Along with several hundred others, gathered around him. He wasn't, the crowd wasn't, but Pam and Eloise were.
Jeff struggled for breath, he was in heaven, he was in hell; completely surrounded by nubile female flesh his libido soared on wings of ecstasy. On the other hand is lungs were bursting for air. At last he surfaced, poking his face above the slippery bodies and gulping down the heady, scented air for all he was worth. He thrust his staining knob deep into Maldea's urgent body, savoring her tightness against his shaft. He had almost forgotten about his weapon, and his task - almost but not quite. His hands clenched against the familiar smooth surface of his pool cue. Carefully he selected his target and thrust with all his might. Unfortunately his oncoming orgasm made him a poor marksman, the cue tip missed Mika's heaving chest and rammed instead against the basement floor - snapping instantly.
Retribution was as fast as it was unwelcome; a strong hand grasped his neck. Jeff now hung limply from Mika's outstretched arm while his dick, so rudely plucked from Maldea, spewed the last of his sperm liberally down Mika's wobbling breasts. He saw his death etched in Mika's eyes - once more he craved nothing more than oxygen. Then something remarkable happened, Mika returned him to his feet - patting his head as if he was some errant pet.
"You, boy will make an excellent consort. I am originally male and I now lust for my former sex," Mika grinned savagely "better still, I'll create a she-male - a lover worthy of all my desires!"
Mika drew him close, and kissed Jeff hard - her pistoning lungs drew all the air from his weaker ones. Jeff crumpled, and laid unconscious at his mistress's feet.
"Have you killed him?" Maldea asked her eyes full of concern.
"He only sleeps, waiting for me to transform him. Don't worry little slut I will still let you play with it - as it pleases me" Mika answered.
Maldea nodded, some of the color returned to her shocked cheeks.
"Let us rejoin the others slut, the night is young and my desire high," as Mika spoke she slipped two fingers deeply into Maldea's needy cunt.
Unobserved the orgy restarted, with its full compliment of players. The sexual energy fed the mirror, as gleaming with power it reflected their unnatural lusts.
Raleigh International Airport was a mess, as one of the 'hubs' it now boasted thousands of stranded passengers. The local hotels were full to overflowing, and with many landslips rail & road services were ineffective.
"Well I suppose we're in the same boat as everyone else, that's some consolation," Pam said while patiently queuing for the ladies room.
"It may console you, it merely annoys me intensely!" Eloise complained, "and I for one have had enough" Eloise peered intensely at the back of the woman ahead of Pam in the queue.
"You can't, we were told not to!" Pam warned nervously.
"Don't worry, darling. I'll be discrete" Eloise smiled a feral smile.
As if by magic queue started to thin out, women drifted away - some walked off more urgently to attend to... well something. Pam waltzed forward into the vacant spaces.
"Hey, that's so cool Ellie, only five in front of us now!" Pam's cheery demeanor vanished as soon as she saw Eloise's expression, "Come on it's only five, leave well alone Ellie"
Eloise frowned deeply and looked daggers into the nearest girls back. The cool blonde just turned, gave a little wave and continued to wait.
"Who the hell are they," asked Pam.
"Friends," Eloise beamed, "just friends."
Eventually the restroom spat out the uninitiated, and only the magnificent seven remained. They formed a tight circle and held hands.
"Eloise Braggart" said a smiling Ellie.
"Pamela Morris"
"Margit Steinert"
"Anna Klemp"
"Sylvie Dacor"
"Macy McKechnie"
"Alison Blackhead" Alison completed the swift circuit.
Eloise started undressing first, it was her first captive audience for a while and she relished the attention. Six pairs of appreciative eyes devoured each treasure, as it was uncovered. With Eloise it was the breasts that impressed, they were full, yet perky, delicately uplifted into perfectly sculpted globes. Pam reached out a hand toward their perfection. Only to have it rudely slapped away.
"Wait, it's Margits turn," Ellie commanded.
"Actually we come as a set" Margit's laughter filled the room, "you will see what I mean" Margit gave the slightest of nods to Anna and Sylvie.
The three women shrugged off their tops to reveal six small breasts; the most succulent of nipples tipped each one. The areola was smooth and formed a slightly domed platform; a plump elongated nipple crowned the pink disc. Four pairs of eyes drank in the vision in front of them and widened, as the nipples grew ever more erect.
Pam smiled a private smile, Ellie may have met her match; Margit was not going to be pushed around - she clearly was a woman with an agenda all of her own. Pam felt her juices flow a little more freely.
Macy responded without any prompting at all, in seconds she was naked. She stretched her legs widely apart, displaying the full lips of her shaven slit to the others. With practiced ease she slipped apart the thickened labia revealing the crown of her enlarged clitoris. The mushroom like button glistened in invitation.
"My specialty is a little different" Alison spoke as she undressed.
Her body was perfectly balanced, smooth, hairless and tanned. Eloise swallowed hard 'I want you - waiting on my pleasure' she thought, and cruel delights flitted through her mind. Alison ignored Ellie's hypnotic gaze, and moved to crouch between Macy's spread thighs, her mouth a full six inches from the smooth gash. Without moving she extended her tongue and inserted an inch of it into Macy's expectant opening. Macy bore down swallowing the impressive length of her friend's muscular organ. The circle closed, the sighing began.
The restroom door swung open, and a female attendant walked in. The young black woman stopped dead in her tracks - her newly lit cigarette hung briefly on her bottom lip before falling unnoticed to the floor. Calmly she walked out of the restroom, and hung the 'Closed for maintenance' sign on the hook - quietly she returned to the restroom. 'Time to get me some serious maintenance' she thought as she hastily disrobed - rerouted from the mundane to the splendor of the orgy before her.
"He can't respond to your day-dreaming, slut" Mika's voice burst though Maldea's reverie.
"I was just..." Maldea's reply was cut rudely short.
"It is of no concern, service me" Mika stood with her legs wide apart thrusting her bare mound forward.
Maldea scrambled to her feet knowing that to keep Mika waiting would be unforgivable. Maldea busied her lips, sucking Mika's hardening clit into her mouth and bathing it with her tongue. Almost without thought, Maldea's left hand snaked down her stomach and parted her bruised lips to circle the tender and overworked bud that nestled within. If Maldea strained her eyes to the right, she could just see Jeff's fetal form curled on the floor, a pulse of passion burst through her. Out of nowhere Maldea was sent sprawling by a vicious slap.
"You dare to take your attention away from your mistress. There are limits - even for a slut" Mika grinned, "You will join the roost - then you will know where your loyalties lie!"
Mika turned and prodded vigorously at the nearest body in the pile with her well-turned foot.
"Awaken, you have a new sister to welcome" Mika snapped at the sleeping women.
Soon all were ready, Mika and Maldea stood next to the mirror closely observed by Christina, Agnes and Lesley. There was an air of sensual expectation, unrequited lust crackled through the low ceilinged basement. Mika began to run her hands softly over Maldea's bud-like breasts, thickening the expectant nipples. Arching her back luxuriantly Maldea bared the long sweep of her neck, and in a second Mika's fingers were caressing it; tasting the life that beat so energetically the carotid artery. As Mika bent her face towards the girl, pure lust rose in four heaving bosoms.
In one bosom something other rose; Agnes felt pure hatred; her pupil was about to suffer the final humiliation - she must stop it! For long milliseconds Agnes did nothing, and then it all happened at once.
Agnes broke ranks and dashed towards the snapped pool cue. Mika swung around furious at the interruption to her initiation. The sharp point of the pool cue ferociously hurled by the former nun greeted her. The shot was entirely accurate; the wooden tip spliced through the intercostals muscle between Mika's ribs and pierced the pericardium before slamming into the depths of Mika's heart. Mika buckled in agony falling gracelessly to her knees. Her eyes shone deadly red as she grappled with the makeshift stake in her breast.
"You will suffer for this Agnes - for eternity," Mika wheezed.
Agnes stood statue-like - her vampire self struck by the enormity of her traitorous act; within Agnes the good rejoiced. Mika's power waned momentarily as she concentrated on saving her immortal soul from hell's pit. Temporarily released Jeff immediately woke and seeing the situation sprang into action - he rushed Mika, slamming his full weight onto the protruding cue handle.
Mika erupted in a final scream of futility as the splintered cue burst through her back. Mika toppled backwards until she touched the mirrors grasping surface; it was as if a black hole had opened in her chest, her very being was ripped into the wound through her spasming body - and out to the hungry mirror. The process accelerated in a flurry of body parts and bones until all was consumed.
Maldea and Jeff were left standing in awe gazing at the still mirror and the bodies collapsed around it. Maldea rushed to Agnes's side only to gape in horror at her decaying features, painfully Agnes spoke.
"Mika is free now as am I, and the others, go Maldea quickly - and never return to this cursed house," the words hissed over cracked parchment lips.
"How can we save you? How can I save mamma?" Maldea asked the tears coursing down her cheeks.
"Nothing can save us, we are the damned - but at least I saved you, my pupil..." Agnes slumped in Maldea's arms as her last breath rattled through her.
Jeff walked over to Maldea's side and gently rested his hand on her bare shoulder.
"She was right, we should dress and leave - there is nothing here for either of us now." Jeff suggested tenderly.
Maldea rose and buried her head in Jeff's comforting shoulder as deep sobs wracked her small frame.
"Jeff will you stay with me? I can't do this alone," she sighed.
Jeff made up his mind in an instant; making up his parents minds' would take longer. Still the decision was made.
"Give me half an hour, I'll get some things and be back - I promise!" Jeff replied with a half grin.
"Can I come with you? I don't want to be alone," asked Maldea.
Jeff could almost see the look of disapproval on his mothers face.
"It's best if you don't, I need to do this without a fuss," Jeff suggested, "look wait in the Seven-Eleven, and I'll be back before you know it."
"O.K, but don't let me down" Maldea said softly, her brow creasing.
Jeff placed a peck of a kiss on the frightened furrows.
"I'm here to look after you Maldea, I promise."
They parted and Jeff scurried away, desperately thinking of how to break this news to his folks. The easiest way was the best - he wouldn't tell them! After tonight Jeff felt more than capable of making his own decisions, and this one was final!
He strode confidently on whistling tunelessly. Then a tune came to mind, how did those first bars of the Buffy intro. go? Jeff the slayer, it had a ring to it. For the first time ever Jeff felt he had it all. He felt nine feet tall, he was sure if he jumped he'd float just like someone on a moonwalk. Was this just the adrenalin buzz? No this must be love; this was Maldea's effect on him.
Maldea's face split into a wide grin as a heavily laden but smiling Jeff staggered into the convenience store.
"You were quick - so your parents are alright with it?" Maldea asked.
"My parents were to busy arguing to notice, I hope we never get like that!" Jeff laughed.
Maldea said nothing; she just snuggled up to his body and relieved him of two substantial bags. Together they walked home.
Days passed into weeks and together they stayed, Jeff got a job at the Seven-Eleven and Maldea carried on cleaning at the club. Jeff made Maldea's life fun for the first time, and he was patient with her. He understood that their love needed to be platonic while Maldea recovered. They slept in the same bed, and shared the same shower, but Jeff never pushed Maldea on the physical side. He knew only too well what she had been through. She still regularly woke screaming in the early hours.
Maldea lay on the bed watching late night TV when Jeff arrived home.
"Hi love, I'm bushed - I hope you don't mind if I crash out" Jeff asked.
"No, I look forward to our night time talks, but you look shattered. Just rest and I'll cuddle you to sleep." Maldea's dark eyes smiled.
Minutes later Jeff was asleep, cosseted in Maldea's soft arms. The TV increased in volume as a new girl band was introduced with much razzamatazz. Maldea reached for the remote to turn down the sound, but unused it fell from her hand.
"The newest phenomenon from the old world to take America by storm - I give you 'LES BITCHES' - extreme!"
Maldea watched in awe as the seven leather clad beauties burst into their opening number. The costumes showed more than nakedness could ever have done, accentuating every curve and hollow. Their body language was clear, strong and intensely sexual. Maldea felt her body respond to the memory of supple women against her.
'This is wrong! I have Jeff - I don't need this any more.'
Maldea screamed pushing the images as far away from her mind as she could. Jeff was awake in an instant, comforting her, holding her and soothing the terrors away. To his surprise Maldea slipped from him, and wriggled down the bed. Jeff jolted with delight as Maldea's mouth closed around his limp penis. Tired or not, the weeks of patience told his body to respond with urgency, and he instantly stiffened. Jeff's pounding glans pulsed against the back of Maldea's tongue.
"Are you sure?" he asked incredulously.
Maldea replied by cupping his testicles and rotating her tongue around the root of his cock.
"Gooood answer!" he gasped.
Maldea drew him to full erection and then swung around; her smooth back filled his view as she straddled him. Her young body swallowed his full length in one fluid movement. Maldea bucked against him furiously, sliding his entire cocks length in and out of her trembling body. As Madlea watched the TV she brought both her hands down to her groin; her left hand pressed her tummy hard to push her mound forward - while the fingers of her right hand massaged her hard clitoris. Her eyes were wide and filled with female flesh as she ground her orgasm past its first peak, onto its second, and then a spectacular third. Jeff shouted his joy to the world as he exploded in Maldea's grasping quim.
Minutes passed before either could speak.
"What brought that on?" asked Jeff.
"I thought it might help you sleep!" giggled Maldea.
"You could be right," Jeff laughed, "I love you stupid."
"I love you too, dummy - now sleep!" Maldea chuckled.
As Jeff snoozed, Maldea allowed the smallest of tears to trickle down her cheeks.
"BITCHES"
"BITCHES"
"BITCHES"
The sound peaked as seven leather-clad women appeared from the platform. Expectant microphones erected and thrust towards the scantily clad septuplets.
"Mike Jones NBC, welcome to the Big Apple ladies" a reporter barked.
"We're no ladies, boy" came back a sassy reply.
"Ralph Toombes ABC News, is it true that you are all lesbians?"
"Les Bitches, the 'Les' part is French for 'the' - understand - The Bitches. It doesn't mean we're lesbians - Jerk." The tallest member of the troupe turned on Ralph.
"No but I heard you were anyways" Ralph joked uncomfortably.
Ralph suddenly went pale, the reason for his change in demeanor sat in the crushing palm of the smallest singer in Les Bitches. Her hand gripped tightly onto the grey material surrounding Ralph's fly.
"Enough questions - understood?" she asked in a steely voice.
"Sure - no more from me!" Ralph replied in an squeakier tone.
With no more ado the girls swept out of the hall to the waiting stretched limo, and an unknown destination.
Jolene busied herself cleaning the kitchen, she always got nervous at time like this - it was silly really, she just knew everything was prepared. Still Manda was a problem, as younger sisters went she was fine, but prone to selfishness.
"Manda, what are you doing in that bathroom? Our guests will be here soon I want you ready to meet them," Jolene called.
"Nearly done!" Manda's voice sang in reply.
Manda was quite accurate in her response, a few more on target gushes from the faucet onto her upturned pussy and she would be done. Manda gazed down her body past her small hard tipped breasts to her spread black legs and the triangle of pink held wide open by the force of the water. Her excitement rose, and she quivered as her orgasm ripped up her body in warm waves.
God knows why, but ever since they'd moved into this house she had needed to come several times a day. Manda thought and then smiled, she had learnt to masturbate here - hadn't she? That was right; she had never done it before the move. It had been the first night - when she spied on Jolene pleasuring herself, and looking in the mirror.
"Aren't you ever coming out of there?" Called an exasperated Jolene.
"It's your fault it takes me so long!" cried Manda.
Jolene walked away from the bathroom door shaking her head, 'how the hell can it be my fault?'
Two hours later Jolene sat nervously watching Manda, trying to fathom the change in her younger sister.
'I guess she's just maturing - moving to New York, having her own room. I'll have to start watching out for the boys - soon.'
The doorbell shattered Jolene's reflection; primed for action she leapt to her feet and headed for the front door. Jolene opened the door, the seven stood posed on the houses' steps.
"Welcome Eloise, welcome all - come in!" Jolene invited.
Manda looked up, her appearance changed from that of feigned interest - into one of astonished excitement.
"They're Les Bitches - we've been getting this house ready for LES BITCHES!" Manda squealed.
"That's right, Manda - and now we will be their housekeepers" Jolene smiled broadly.
"That is so cool, way more cool than cleaning some dumb airport. Jolene you are the best - where did you meet them?" Manda demanded.
"Cleaning at some dumb airport" Jolene laughed.
"Wait, wait I've got a Bitches T-shirt, will you sign it for me - please!" Manda asked.
"Hey, where are your manners girl, let them rest!" Jolene scolded.
"It's no problem, anything for a fan," Anna giggled.
"That so cool - you are my favorite, I'll get it from my room" Manda screamed.
"I'll come with you - I'd like to see your room" Anna smiled, holding out her hand.
"Now don't be too long," Eloise suggested with a sly wink towards Anna, "we have a lot to see to."
In a flash of enthusiasm and camaraderie Anna and Manda disappeared through the living room door.
"Is the room prepared" Eloise asked, all pretence of stardom vanishing instantly.
"It is," replied Jolene.
"Let us assemble and wait for Anna then we will know - we will finally know!"
Anna gazed admiringly at the posters adorning the walls, every carefully positioned one with an image of her and her six friends staring seductively from it.
"So you don't care what they say about us?" Anna asked.
"No why should I? They're nerds!" Manda replied.
"They say we're lesbians" Anna stated.
"So what's wrong with that? Why should I care?" Manda quizzed.
"Oh nothing, nothing - Manda would you do something for me?" Asked Anna.
"Anything!" Manda said earnestly.
"Put on our tee-shirt - I would like to see you in it, please" asked Anna.
"Sure, one sec." Manda bubbled.
Manda turned her back on Anna and rummaged through the pile of tee shirts on her dresser. Once she found the black and silver one she slipped her sweatshirt over her head. As Manda reached fully up to slide the tee shirt over her dark hair she felt Anna's warm hands cup her breasts. Smoothly the fingers slid to the upturned tips. Manda went weak at the knees, and Anna moved closer - rubbing her leather-sheathed nipples in small circles on Manda's back.
"Do you want to know what lesbians do?" Anna asked in a voice full of promise.
"Yes..." Manda stuttered.
Anna flicked the bedroom door closed with her heel.
"Maldea, food! I'm home - food - get it while it's hot!" Jeff shouted upstairs.
Delicate footsteps rushed down the ancient stairwell, and Maldea appeared, concern written on her face.
"We can't afford luxuries - you know that!" she chided.
"We can now, you are looking at the new manager of the Seven-Eleven - Rusty quit today" Jeff positively beamed.
Jeff just had time to deposit the bags on the kitchen table before Maldea threw herself into his arms. Her lips found his and warmed his soul. A full breathless minute passed before the couple surfaced from their embrace.
"Now eat," said Jeff.
The two of them tucked in to their first substantial meal for days, and all too soon the feast was done. Maldea surveyed Jeff across the narrow table; her foot strayed to his lap - prodding at his manhood. Maldea grinned and shifted a little in her seat. Jeff could see that she was hitching up her skirt. Maldea smiled parting her lips in invitation.
"Now eat," said Maldea, "get it while it's hot."
Jeff moved around the table to stare at Maldea's long slender legs topped by her waiting quim glistening in anticipation. Jeff's tongue probed past the soft lips seeking out the pearl of Maldea's clitoris. Jeff's senses filled with Maldea's exotic musk and he swallowed hard, thirsty for yet more. The tip of Jeff's nose polished the bare skin of her hairless mound as his tongue worshiped her swollen bud. Maldea came softly pulsing warm fluid to bathe Jeff's trembling chin. Jeff stood, and without wiping his face picked Maldea up with practiced ease. Effortlessly he carried her to the bedroom.
In another room, eight women stand, seven are naked one is not. The clothed woman holds a knife between her hands - on the floor between her and the nude congregation sits an ancient mirror. She takes the knife and slits the front of her maids blouse baring her ample breasts. She then passes the knife to the woman directly opposite her.
"If it is you then take me - Jolene - as your eternal slave"
Eloise grips the knife between her hands, and parts them to show - nothing. Eloise shrinks visibly in ego and passes the blade to her right.
Pamela briefly holds the artifact - again no effect, Pamela smiles. In turn she passes the blade on.
Sylvie holds the knife calmly, half expecting a sign - but there is none. The blade moves to the next set of hands. They clasp the artifact and open to reveal dual burn marks deeply inset into each hand.
"It is Margit," gasps Eloise.
Margit says nothing, but instead extends her hands to Jolene's darkly inviting breasts. Jolene shudders, and a dark stain appears on the lap of her skirt - soon the liquid gushes to form a yellow steaming pool between her legs. Jolene collapses silently to the damp floor beneath her.
"We begin," states Margit.
As the orgy of transformation slithers to its height the mirror begins to glow a dull red.
Jeff awakes with a jolt, and looks around the bedroom for an intruder. Someone uninvited is here, but Jeff's despite long and careful scrutiny of the room - no one appears.
'Stupid dream'
Jeff rolls to face Maldea; her wide-open eyes stare at him - hued with a cold red light.
Maldea speaks calmly - Maldea speaks confidently.
"Jeff we have to go back."
The End.
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