The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Ryan MacDonald — Saturday, July 11th, 2015

Phoebe was hellfire. I had tried to be a gentleman. I had tried to take her to dinner. To take her dancing. To take her anywhere. She just wanted to fuck. I made my peace with that.

The little slut was tight. About 5′6″ and maybe a hundred twenty pounds. She had cold blue eyes and dark red hair. She dressed well, smelled amazing and fucking nothing was off the table. Except maybe dirty talk.

We fucked. I wrecked my bed and misused the couch I shared with Matthew and Joseph. The bitch even cleaned up afterwards.

Normally she was fair, maybe a little red if she was sweating, quite purple if I was feeling nasty. The skin of her ass wore my handprints eagerly.

“Thank you,” A breathless whisper. It was all she ever said once I got her clothes off. Her chin and tits a mess with the rivers of drool I had fucked out of her throat. Her eyes stained and bloodshot, her whole body shaking. I dug my fingers deep into her flooded cunt. Her musk invaded my room. That little thank you bubbled out of her while I proceeded to kill my wrist.

I think there’s something wrong with me. I loved fucking this cunt. She kept coming back. Joe kept abandoning our apartment. Where the fuck had Matthew got off to? His baby sister crashed in his room every other night. Try as I might I couldn’t advertise just how good I fucked sluts with Phoebe. I wanted to see Misty in the morning and make her uncomfortable. I wanted Phoebe to get louder.

It took weeks. I tried her ass. I ravaged her in the hallway. I banged her upside down. I choked her blue. I barely got more than a half panicked pant.

“How the fuck was that?” I asked and she just murmured “Thank you.”

This afternoon was the afternoon. I’d discover just where she was hiding her lungs. I half suspected she didn’t have any. She wasn’t flat chested, her perfect, natural double d’s had simply sunk into her empty rib cage and only her perky nipples reached past her chest.

“Who the fuck shit in your Corn Flakes?” Misty had asked before she had went out last night. I should probably swing by after I settled Phoebe. But I had to know.

The bitch came in with my laundry. She was dressed simple but super hot, blue jeans that could have been painted on. Too much clothes for me, even if the July weather was dank, unseasonably cool.

“Hi, Ryan,” She said and carried the basket into my room. Thanks to Phoebe, I finally owned folded shirts.

“Come out here,” I stood up off the couch. Our little living room had a tiny balcony, hardly big enough for two of those folding chairs Wrestler’s weaponized. I stepped out. I was just in a pair of striped boxer shorts and an untied robe. The wind rolled in off the harbor. It was good for me. Phoebe quietly came out beside me.

“Take your clothes off,” This I loved. Phoebe instantly tore off her tank top. Her jeans were a struggle. I waited. The girl only seemed to wear panties when her period hit. Her bare cunt was out and she stepped back into her sandals. I get it. The concrete wasn’t soft.

“If you want me to suck your cock out here, can I get a cushion from the couch to kneel on?” She asked. Her hair picked up in the wind and whipped about.

“No, just grab the railing,” She did, with both hands as I dragged my cock out of my boxers. She was wet. I slipped in like it was nothing. She grew tighter as I seated myself. She always accommodated. I thanked whatever daddy issues, abusive boyfriends, low self-esteem mind virus that had made her this way.

“The last girl, Lara, hates heights,” I told Phoebe as I took a solid grip of her hips, “She’d hardly come up to the apartment let alone out on the balcony.”

“Thank you,” Phoebe shuddered. For no sensible reason, I grew pissed. I looked across at the second tower. No one was out today. It was early, the few barbecuers would hold off till later in the afternoon. My outrage was my momentum, “Thank you.”

“Goddammit slut!” I heaved. I reached and took a fistful of red. She arched out as I pulled. Another thank you. I growled. A snapping bark echoed me.

“Oh!” This noise that came out of her throat sounded like it had collided with a kink in her larynx. I missed a beat. She twisted and turned. She could raise her voice. She could squeal. I wanted a “Fuck me, daddy!” Or something similarly pathological. What I got was a “Hi puppy!”

We were barked back at. Our neighbour’s massive Newfoundland sat staring at us. He barked again.

“Really?” I moaned, lost momentum pulled me back from the edge. That frustration I had been driven by was saddled with incredulity. I folded over her back, hurrying and not quite confident, I was getting anywhere. Another bark.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Athena!” I actually felt better as our cute neighbor stepped out onto her balcony. She was a cute brown girl of some origin. She had frizzy black hair weighed down with all of itself and a panicked reddening face framed in her square cut bangs. She gave me the finger when I smiled with eye contact.

“Your dog’s adorable, her name’s Athena?” Phoebe asked with a smile and no inclination to stop. Our neighbor stormed back into her living room. Her dog followed her, “I use to have, Deacon, he was a chocolate lab.”

“I don’t care, Phoebe,”

“Right,” She gripped the railing. I was probably giving only 40% of what was happening between us. I ramped it up.

“—Casa de Reid!” I was on a knife’s edge as our door was flung open and the prodigal son returned. Not much I could do then.

“Thank you,” I whispered to Phoebe.

Phoebe Waterson — Saturday, July 11th, 2015

“Wizard!” I bounded into the living room, pushing aside Ryan. I needed a real fuck. I needed a hug. Ryan wheezed on the balcony. There was Kleenex by the Xbox controllers. I needed to wipe up the cum. Ryan was a producer.

“This place is a shithole,” Announced a new girl. She was coming around the corner from the kitchenette. She was pretty. A little girl with a golden tan and fair blonde hair. Matthew really liked blondes. He didn’t hate ginger girls though. She saw me, “Tits!”

“What?” Matthew was a pace behind, “Phoebe?”

“Hey buddy, you’re back?” Ryan slapped my ass, needlessly scattering this mess from pussy to the coffee table.

“Who are these people?” Another girl, smaller, somehow, than the blonde flanked Matthew’s other side. He had the waitress behind him. Gwendolyn was terrified. I wondered where Sara had been hemorrhaged. Hell, she wouldn’t be missed.

“I think I get to ask that question,” Ryan declared, “Seeing as I live here and you don’t.”

“You’re fucking Craps?” Matthew asked me. He looked confused.

“We were supposed to take care of the apartment,” I declared.

“You’ve got like 4 girls, man,” Ryan’s arm wrapped my shoulder, “I can have one.”

“What? Why?”

“Dude, who are these girls?” Craps pointed out.

“Phoebe put your clothes on,” Matthew grabbed his hair, “Everyone else come sit down.”

The teens shot to the couch filling up on the left hand side. I picked my tank top off the armrest. They were fascinated by me.

“When did—” Matthew tried to ask something of Ryan and me but Ryan overshouted him.

“Janine!” He stepped right up in Matthew’s face, “What the fuck is she doing here?”

“We’ve decided to get back together.” This fourth girl, woman. She was older than me, maybe Carmen’s age, maybe older. She was attractive, if a little tired looking. She took Matthew’s hand and looked Ryan dead in the face.

“Craps, please. You don’t know what Matthew can do,” Janine shook her head and looked to Matthew, “Is Phoebe one of your girls?”

“One of yours!” Ryan turned on me as I stepped into my jeans. I had to let go and skip out of them as he dragged me up. I was forced to look into Ryan’s dark green eyes. He looked like the Wizard, if you took away chubbiness and added to the height, “What are we?”

“People?” I answered the confusing question.

“Fuck!” Craps spat.

“Dude calm down,” Matthew waved his hand, “Let Phoebe get dressed. There’s something I should’ve told you about.”

“Matthew?” Gwendolyn had taken the seat next to the blonde teenager.

“It’s OK,” He shook his head, “I didn’t want to do this twice. I wish Joseph was here.”

That’s when the front door opened again.

Joseph Dyne — Saturday, July 11th, 2015

“She’s doing OK,” I reassured Meghan for the eleventh time, “She’s missing Matthew.”

“We all are,” she harrumphed, “You still haven’t heard anything.”

“Nada,” I shook my head and swiped my way into the tower, “Though, I think this week without him makes the idea of no roommates look nicer and nicer.”

“You got to live by yourself. It’s great! I spend the greater part of my life naked,” She laughed as I reddened at the mental image. Meghan was incredible. I had fallen in love with her over a decade ago. I guess some things couldn’t be.

“Yeah, well that is the dream,” I said. The cleaning girl didn’t wave today. She’d been sour for a while. I hope things were OK but was glad I didn’t have to care, “This is the elevator. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Yeah, if you hear from Matty...”

“Of course,” I said, “Good-bye.”

“Bye Joe.” We hung up. I slipped my twelve year old Motorola Razr into my pocket. It was a bit too much phone for me. I liked a dumb phone. It was a quick ride up to the seventeenth floor. I usually took the stairs but today was just uncomfortable as it was.

Head down I walked in.

“Joe?” Ask Matthew. Good probably meant Craps at least had his robe on. I had come into him sodomizing the maid over the kitchen sink just two days ago.

“Hey buddy? Have you talked to your sis—” I had kicked off my shoes and turned the corner. Our place was littered with pussy. I didn’t care about the braindead ginger zipping her jeans. The jailbait on the sofa were irrelevant. That nice girl, the waitress, she had no excuse for being here. None of that mattered. Janine Sprecht was in our living room. She was dressed for an office except for the sultry wave of her hair falling. She smiled. I didn’t want to know.

“Joe, something amazing has happened to me.” Matthew beamed. Where was Henry? Where was little Janie? What was she doing here? “And we need to talk.”

“Yeah, buddy,” Craps grinned, “Apparently, I’ve been borrowing his piece.”

He squeezed the maid to his hip. She had that insignificant smile on her insignificant mind.

“C’mon sit down. Let me tell you what happened.” Janine nodded when Matthew spoke. I walked over to the balcony, everyone watching me, and took in the folding chairs. Matthew took one from me and Craps the other. I walked over to the couch. The little blonde scooted over against the brunette. I crossed my foot on my ankle. I waited. Janine pushed Matthew into the chair that he offered her. She sat the floor leaning her back against his knee. His fingers circled in her hair. I kept the teeth grinding to a minimum.

“Is there room here?” Asked the waitress, Jen maybe? No. I couldn’t remember. I shrugged. There was room and she folded her hands in her lap. Craps dragged Phoebe onto his knee. Matthew didn’t care for that.

“OK, talk.” I declared.

“A month ago-ish, I saved a girl.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” Craps rolled his eyes. I had to agree. That was a terrible story.

“She introduced me to something I’m terrible at explaining.”

“Eden will—”

“Keep that quiet, Gwen,” He named her for me but that name was due to slip from my thoughts in just another sentence or two, “Anyway, one thing I can do. If I put a bracelet on a woman. I own her.”

“Slaves?”

“Not unlike slaves,” He blushed at least, “The guy, Rawlins, before me treated them like dirt. I can’t be that guy.”

“But you’ve been fucking them?” I asked flatly.

“Yeah,” He shook his head, “Look, what I’m saying is. Any woman, anywhere I can have her. It’s intoxicating. I fucked up like crazy over a few weeks. But I knew what I wanted, what I couldn’t live without,” Janine had her eyes closed and she seemed able to chase away her brain and enjoy it. Janine was the only woman I had ever met that I respected more than my own mother or Meghan Reid. She and Matthew had been soulmates and not functioning people. She saw it. She left him. He died, his life, his ambitions, his soul. But she had found a path. Matthew had found a way to take that away from her.

“I’m going to call for pizza,” I did a headcount, “Pepperoni and cheese?”

“What for all of us?” Matthew asked. As I flipped out my phone. I knew the number. They just asked their phone to call for them. No one complained three larges were inbound.

“So,” I asked afterwards. No one had said anything, “Are you done fucking up?”

“Yeah,” Matthew nodded, “I am.”

Waitress girl was smiling at that. Like some kind of lunatic. I wouldn’t have minded trading for a chair.

“So now what? You can’t afford your own life. What about these girls?”

“I’m starting a business,” OK, I was surprised by how clear and goal oriented he was for this. Matthew had only acted like this when he had built that Cube. He had done that. But still there were concessions. No power first. No upkeep second. He gave up on the Unglued land base. There wasn’t a card post Ninth Edition. Fun Cube though, “Deborah’s helping me. My boss from work.”

“Hillary told me you were fucking her,” I shrugged, “Didn’t believe that till we played Game of Thrones.”

“Anyway, she had plans for a catering company. I’ve taken them over. She knows how to run a business. She knows what we need, what to do, how to do it. I’ve got the resources to get started. I’ve got the reasons to get it done.”

He kept petting Janine, playing with her hair, like Blofeld of SPECTRE.

“Fuck you,” I told him.

“Yeah, thanks,” He smiled, “I should have told you from the first day. You too, Ryan.”

Goddammit! He called him Ryan. There was no getting through to this Matthew. He had retreated. His contrition would mean dick all. He legitimately was ashamed of himself. My displeasure would be a consequence to face. He’d take it as absolution.

“So what the fuck then?” Craps bounced Phoebe, “You’ve got a harem of sluts?”

“Sort of, I guess,” Matthew muttered, “Phoebe are you OK?”

“I’m worried you’re mad at me,” She said with an emotional range that Duchovny would’ve dwarfed as Fox Mulder.

“I’m not mad.” Matthew said and all that unreadable worry on her face was circumvented with an unreadable serenity, “Do you like Craps?”

“Sure,” She avowed. I looked over to the girls on my couch. The teeny boppers were awe inspired. Waitress was terrified. Matthew proceeded to make things worse.

“Gwen? Gwendolyn?” He corrected himself, “Could you sit on Joe’s lap?”

“No.” I rebuked.

“I’ve got another lap,” Craps offered sharktooth.

“Matthew!” She worried.

“It’s OK,” He said with a sad smile, “I just need to know.”

Fucking idiot. Gwendolyn shivered as she put her butt down on Craps’s lap. She looked to Matthew when our roommate’s hand settled on her hip. There was a knock at the door.

“Go get that.” I handed three twenties to the blonde teenager. She looked at the money like it was poison but the brunette took it and skipped off.

“Pizza will make things better.” Matthew told himself.

Janine Porre — Saturday, July 11th, 2015

The quiet had come and gone. I was less afraid now. Things could even be said to be better. I wouldn’t be the one saying it. I leaned back against Matthew’s knees and he petted my hair like I was a bitch. I was his bitch. I kept my promise. I smiled and Joseph scowled.

“This isn’t fucking right,” He said, “She was your friend.”

“I was in love with her,” Matthew explained, “I never really stopped.”

“And what about her? Shouldn’t she get a vote,” Joseph threw his hands up. He fell back into the couch cushions. Tiffany carried in the pizzas. Had we really been tossing this football back and forth the whole time. Phoebe went to fetch plates.

“Do you love me Janine?” Matthew teased a finger around my ear. He had prepared me. I couldn’t deny loving him. That wouldn’t be true. But I hadn’t accepted it.

“Of course I do,” I said like it was nothing. He sent me over to get a couple of slices for us. Tiffany dropped down on the couch between Joseph and Raena. Craps bounced Gwen a little more on his lap.

“Matthew?” Gwen asked again. Jesus! He makes you suck dicks! Why do you care who they’re attached to? I judged my response off of Matthew’s hand on my hair. He was unhappy with the trajectory of this experiment. Craps wasn’t. That boy seemed to have shed what few brain cells I remembered for more libido. Phoebe settled in on Craps’ other lap.

“Yeah?” He replied to Gwen around a face of pepperoni.

“Now that we have Janine. And you said you were done screwing up. Does that mean these are all the girls you need?” She was hopeful and horribly naive. If Joseph had Matthew’s powers he might have managed not getting another girl for a couple of years. If I had his powers, I’d have girls too. Everyone would succumb eventually.

“There’s no fucking way!” Craps answered for Matthew. Matthew let him. “What do you have? 10 bitches?”

“Twentyish,” Tiffany and Gwen gave him glares. I figured bitch was a better moniker than I could hope for.

“That’s like a war crime,” Joseph scoffed.

“I try and treat them well,” Matthew defended himself like a fool. I think Tiffany and Raena agreed with him. They would. Gwen was having trouble, being on Craps’ lap but she wanted to believe he was a good man. Phoebe was unconcerned. I just knew. Matthew was Matthew.

“And with this power you can have any fucking girl there is! You got to at least want him to try some really top shelf pussy,” Craps’s hand was rubbing apart Gwen’s legs from inside her thighs, “Would you expect him to pass up Scarlett Johansson?”

“I guess not,” Gwen sulked.

“I’m really more of an Anna Kendrick guy,” Matthew interjected pointlessly.

“Who’s she?” Phoebe asked.

“Stacey Pilgrim,” Matthew explained and Joseph nodded. Tiffany and Raena were still blank faced.

“Pitch Perfect,” I illuminated them. Joseph trundled on.

“I still say Ramona’s the way to go,” He defended some age old argument.

“And I’ll take Bree Larson,” Craps laughed, “Seriously, everybody. Name a star, fuck the bitch.”

“I like Jennifer Lawrence,” Tiffany suggested. Raena laughed.

“Yeah, I guess we’ll have to fuck them too, huh?” She beamed, “I want a go at Karen Gillan.”

“Who?” Gwen asked. I was going to make an ally of her. Doctor Who fans are intolerable. Joseph seemed to agree.

“Doctor, yes,” Raena replied.

“Whatever,” Gwen retorted offended that she was being made fun of.

“What about you Janine?” Craps asked me. I had a handful of ways to answer this. It was easier to just pick someone Matthew would find hot.

“Alison Brie,” I grinned. From Mad Men but there was no way Matthew wasn’t a Community fan.

“Nice,” Craps chuckled. He pinched Gwen’s ass, “Your turn, bitch.”

“Don’t call her bitch, Craps,” Matthew sighed.

“Fine, fine,” He retreated, “C’mon Gwenny, who do we get to watch you fuck?”

Gwen was burning red. I think she was angrier at Gwenny than bitch. I’d need that later. She caught Matthew looking at her, waiting.

“Dr Alex Reid from Saving Hope.” She nearly stammered. Sara had fingered Gwen in the car. She really wasn’t gay. I bet she picked her because of the Reid name.

“Who’s that?” The three boys asked.

“Erica Durance,” I answered with a sigh. Seriously, if it didn’t have a cape, a spaceship or a Last Crusade, Matthew had no idea.

“Lois Lane?” He beamed, “Nice choice, Gwen.”

And her smiling back just made her next girlfucking even worse. I had never eaten pussy. I kind of hoped I wouldn’t have to start on Gwen. I guess I could just make that choice on my own. I’d have to wait until I saw the other fifteen girls though. I couldn’t stomach Tiffany and Raena after their stunt in the diner.

“No one else finds this fucking sick?” Joseph asked. And sure, we probably all did. Useless fucking question.

“Who’s your celebrity crush?” I asked him.

“What? Didn’t I say Mary Elizabeth Winstead already?” He asked offended.

“Yeah, like any of us have just one,” Raena scoffed. She had been eating crow because of that mouth since Matthew had fucked her. You’d hope she could learn.

“Who’s the actress who played Kaylee—”

“Hold off Joe,” Craps waved down and leaned towards the teenager. I hope she was fucking creeped out. I was and I wasn’t even getting leered at at the moment, “I want to hear who else this bitch would fuck.”

“Craps...” Matthew grew impatient.

“No, it’s OK,” Raena beamed, “I like bitch.”

Not for long you won’t kid. I projected. I wondered if I should pop up into Matthew’s lap like Gwen in Craps’. He’d have me up there often enough. I pulled my knees up and my ankles to my bum.

“I’d love to fuck Taylor Momsen,” I wondered if any of the boys could see she was showing off. It might have worked better on me if I had any idea who she was talking about.

“That slutty rocker chick? The Pretty Reckless?” Well Matthew knew at least.

“Oh, yeah,” Raena was even creeping out her friend.

“I’m in,” Matthew grinned, “We definitely need some rock and roll chicks.”

“I always thought Hayley Williams from Paramore was hot,” I got on board.

“I always thought she looked like Kari from Mythbusters.” Matthew replied.

“Whatever, foursome then,” I rolled my eyes as over the top as I could. It was not very effective, Matthew was facing the back of my head. Craps smirked. I would have loved to have crashed this party for just the weekend. Drink like I never wanted to see again. I missed this. Nostalgia burned away like fog in the sun.

“If you’re going to grab chicks for being lookalikes you need to get Katy Perry and Zooey Deschanel,” Joseph interjected with a twinge of self hatred.

“Don’t be silly. They are the same person,” Matthew fingered my hair. He was always so touchy feely. With me anyways. Put him next to a stranger and once upon a time there would have been an impenetrable two foot wall between him and her.

“We still on rock stars?” I asked.

“Any celebrities,” Matthew supported.

“I’d do Amy Lee,” Tiffany blushed to her ears.

“I’d fuck Beyoncé,” Craps announced, “Not because I really wanted to but because I think you’d kind of have to.”

“I feel the same about Taylor Swift,” Matthew added, “Not that either wouldn’t be fucking incredible.”

“Yeah,” I agreed about Beyoncé.

“What about someone like Miley Cyrus?” Raena asked.

“I think if I was going to fuck some slutted up Disney star, I’d go for Selena Gomez,” Matthew decided.

“If you’re talking about an all grown up child star, have you seen how hot Dakota Fanning became?” I suggested.

“I knew I loved you for all the right reasons,” Matthew kissed my hair.

“And all the wrong ones,” I smiled.

“Mara Wilson!” Craps and Joseph said together as one.

“Who?” Raena asked.

“The faceless old woman who secretly lives in your home,” Gwen said as Craps’ hand cupped the crotch of her jeans. There was a last straw and she hopped out of Craps’s lap.

“It’s OK, Gwendolyn,” Matthew said, “I don’t want you with anyone but me. Come join me and Janine.”

“Phoebe’s still OK?” Craps challenged.

“Yeah, actually, if you want and she’s happy, keep her.”

“OK, Wizard,” She said like Sara. Craps squeezed her tit and she just returned a cold affection. I can see why Craps wanted her and Matthew hardly cared. He did care though. He shared like a spoiled king.

Gwen joined me shoulder to shoulder before Matthew’s knees. Phoebe was turned to sit on both Craps’ lap.

“Who the fuck is Mara Wilson?” Raena demanded. Tiffany shushed her.

“Matilda,” Matthew recalled and reminded me. Jesus she was all grown up now? I felt so old.

“What about that girl who plays Sansa Stark?” Gwen suggested trying to get on board. I just knew she was one of the people who loved the show but would never ever try the books.

“And now Jean Gray,” Joseph added because he needs to share in the nerdom if not the debauchery.

“Sophie Turner,” Matthew surprised no one by knowing her name.

“You know Arya’s all hot and grown up too,” Craps caused me to shudder. Maisie may be 18 but I still saw a kid on Game of Thrones. He jabbed Phoebe. She looked at him and nodded when he poked her, “Your turn.”

“What’s the name of the girl who played Luna Lovegood?” She asked.

“Evanna Lynch,” I answered as a proud Ravenclaw.

“Can I have Emma Watson?” Tiffany tried to be as forward as Raena. She wasn’t as prepared for it.

“Of course,” Matthew promised.

“Can we really even think about these girls?” Gwen asked, “I mean, Mr Fournier was very very clear about stepping on other Wizards’ toes.”

“Yeah,” Raena sighed, “And what celebrity pussy comes to Halifax?”

“Ellen Page, maybe?” Matthew said, “She’s hot and from around here.”

“She’s also gay,” Tiffany pointed out a little disappointed in Matthew. Oh, sweetie, you’re adorable.

“Not with a bracelet on her wrist,” Craps laughed and no one else did.

“You know who else is local,” Joseph was getting in again. He was always like this. Didn’t want to play but when he had something to say, he had to say it. I had missed him. I kind of felt sad knowing that Matthew wouldn’t pass me off and that Joseph wouldn’t take me. One look at Craps reversed my opinion on Matthew, “Ashleigh MacAllister.”

“Who the fuck is that?” Raena snorted.

“She played Jackie Crowes in Abby Blackheart,” I remembered. That had been a fun shitty show when I was in high school. It had been about privateers during the revolutionary war. Jackie Crowes was the deckhand that people had thought was a boy the whole first season. She was super hot now. But as far as I had known she had done nothing but the cute dumb girl in a bunch of gross out comedies. I just remembered the skinny 9 year old with the matchlock pistol and horrendously plucky lines.

“Holy shit, yeah!” Craps beamed and, after his Arya comment, I wondered if he had known nearly twenty years had passed since she was that flat chested pirate brat, “And they just revealed her outfit for the Nightwing movie. Fucking unfit that there’s a woman like that on the planet and she’s not in porn.”

“Yes, because that’s how fairness works,” Tiffany scowled. Poor girl.

“Who’s she playing in Nightwing?” I asked. Despite my comic book allegiances, I loved the Marvel movies but I had no hope for the DC titles.

“Zatanna,” Matthew sighed, “You have to see her costume. Smoking.”

“Nice,” I agreed. Fuck, I did agree. I used to watch Teen Titans in Matthew’s dorm room when we had been dating. He got me hooked on comic books. Picking between Zatanna and Harley Quinn for the hottest DC girl could never happen. I was excited there was going to be a Zatanna in the movies.

“Still, pipe dream, right?” Matthew laughed.

“It would be totally impossible to imagine the Princess Kate in Halifax,” I fueled the fantasy.

“Fuck that bitch, I want a go at the Queen!” Craps laughed.

“Ew.” Tiffany scrunched her face.

“That’s hardly patriotic, Tiff,” Matthew laughed and Craps laughed harder, “Think she’d close her eyes and think of England?”

Ew. I hated that line.

“You in, Joe? Make her airtight?”

“God save the Queen,” He sneered. I laughed at that.

“Seriously, though, any woman?” Craps dragged Phoebe’s gold bracelet around her wrist.

“Yeah,” Matthew nodded.

“It short circuits boys though,” Tiffany said angrily. Whoever got broken, I could tell she wasn’t angry at Matthew. I didn’t understand that.

“Well, good,” Craps laughed, “Do you take requests?”

“What do you mean?”

“He wants you to give him a girl,” I made Craps smile.

“Yeah, c’mon, you’re not going to tell me you don’t you want to give Hillary a try?” He grinned.

“Look, I’ve got some rules I live by.” He said, “I don’t fuck with my friends. I don’t break up good relationships.”

“Really?” Joe flatly looked at me. I nodded as lightly as possible. I couldn’t let Matthew find out about Jay Bird. She was with Henry. She would be loved. She would hate me. She would live free. I rubbed myself back against Matthew’s knee. His fingers climbed back into my hair. I’d live in the moment. Something really bad would happen given Matthew enough rope, he’d hang himself. I could wait it out so long as they were safe.

“You also said you wouldn’t take any more girls once you couldn’t remember their names.” Gwen looked up at Matthew. Hoping beyond hope.

“Sara, Carmen, Dawn, Phoebe, Eden, you, Deborah, Courtney, Melody, Whitney, Rajani, Kendra, Cleo, Aspen, Tiffany, Raena and Janine.” He recited with hardly a breath. I never thought the worst part about Matthew could be his affinity for names.

“What about Gigi?” Asked Raena.

“I let those girls go,” He said smugly, “Plus that applicant girl from Forefront.”

“Oh,” Tiffany seemed sad. Phoebe didn’t believe a word of it. Something crystallized in my guts. I leaned my head on Gwen and she shivered. She hugged me. Matthew clearly enjoyed our display.

“What about Harriet?” Craps pushed Matthew. “She’s not Marjory hot, but we love her. Why shouldn’t she be loved?”

“I guess that could happen,”

“No, moron,” Joe declared, “If you want Harriet, ask her the fuck out!”

“Yeah, she’s too worried about the situation at the university.” Craps shrugged, “She can’t get over herself.”

“I could talk to her,” Matthew suggested, “I mean what’s the worst that could happen?”

“Sexual slavery.” Joe sighed.

“What about you Joe?” Matthew asked, “Isn’t there someone you like?”

Craps burst out in raucous laughter. I had to smirk too. This might be what we need. Matthew was so dense.

“What?” Matthew laughed not following the joke, “Seriously man, as long as you aren’t lusting after Misty, what’s wrong with the question?”

Even I couldn’t hold it in then. I remembered Misty from when she was 10. God, if she had grown into half the woman her sister did, Matthew should’ve had way higher standards.

“Fuck this,” Joe started getting up.

“Just tell him for fuck’s sake,” Craps chuckled, “It’s about time he knew.”

“Knew? What the fuck?”

“This isn’t happening.” Joe declared.

“Tell him or he’ll just get it out of Janine,” Craps warned. I guess I hadn’t kept my laughter to myself. He would just ask me. I would just tell him. I should’ve stopped laughing. Joe looked really hurt. I needed that.

“Look, Matthew,” Joe growled, “I like Meghan.”

“Oh, OK.” That wasn’t what I expected. I had to spin around on my knees and see Matthew’s face for this. He lifted my chin and smiled, “Why would that be a problem. She dates guys. She’s single. What’s stopping you?”

“Seriously!” Craps bellowed laughing.

“It never had anything to do with him, Craps,” Joe flumped in the couch.

“I just don’t see it, myself,” Matthew shrugged, “Really? Meghan.”

“Do you have any idea how hot your sisters are?” Craps sneered.

“Misty, sure,” Matthew shrugged, “It’s why I get my back up around you and Paul. Not that she can’t make her own decisions.”

“I’d never touch Misty,” Craps declared soberly, “And Meghan. Is better.”

“She’s fucking the best,” Joe murmured.

“I don’t see it,” Matthew shrugged, “I mean I get she’s awesome. I guess I’m horrible person.”

“What? Why?” I moved close enough in so that it was just me and him. Despite the audience.

“She’s a bit too heavy for me.”

“Holy shit,” I slumped down on my heels, “You still see her as that frumpy high school girl she was.”

“What would you know?” He growled at me.

“I—I just broke ties with you, Matthew,” I grumbled.

“I know,” He looked really hurt, “I got your address off Joe’s Facebook.”

“Motherfucker!” Joe growled.

“You’re sister ain’t heavy anymore man,” Craps overturned the current plot line. Good. I had only seen Meghan once, 4 years ago. She and Joe were at my wedding. Not together, and I don’t think that had been Meghan’s decision. I looked over to Joe.

“Fuck this,” He stood up and strode to his room. A moment before he slammed the door, he turned the corner and met Matthew’s eyes, “Misty’s in the fucking hospital.”

Phoebe Waterson — Saturday, July 11th, 2015

Mmm, the wizard was back. Cock always tasted best when you were doing it for the right person. Ryan had to yank my hair. I kept him easily seated behind my tongue. I wondered if Bryn still choked on dick. She was a slow learner.

“Oh motherfucker,” Ryan let loose and his thin cum swirled down my throat. I remembered worrying about keeping it all in my mouth. He had been younger then. I had been younger. Ryan was way more prolific than He ever was. The Wizard preferred to cum in our pussies, “Holy shit.”

Ryan fell back on his bed while I licked him clean. I stood up and provided a perfectly crafted smile. He watched me cross naked to the bathroom and return with a washcloth. I don’t know how these boys had lived without clean washcloths, but before Dawn and I helped out, they did.

“Ryan?” I asked as he grumbled contentedly.

“What?” He was never patient. That was fine. I had plenty of time to think afterwards.

“Are you happy with me?”

“What? Yeah, whatever,” He didn’t give it any thought until a moment passed, “You know what? Get up here.”

I climbed up next to him on the bed. There was a preferred way to hold a man while he lay down. I rolled my left leg over his left thigh. I laid my head on his shoulder, “You’ve seen the other girls yeah?”

“Matthew’s girls?”

“No, the Rockettes.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

“Good,” He said and I waited for a few moments. He grew impatient, “Yes, Matthew’s girls.”

“I have.”

“And some he wants to keep to himself, like Gwen.”

“And Janine.”

“And Janine.” He agreed, “But there are others. Less important, yeah?”

“OK,” I agreed. I’d cry at home. Ryan sucked. Still, better than His friends.

“Bring some to me,” He had an eager grin, “And start at the restaurant.”

“OK.”