The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Mmm, that feels good.

I opened my eyes to find Angie lying there caressing my chest.

“Good morning. I had hoped to be the one to wake you up,” I said.

“I’m a light sleeper,” Angie said, leaning over and kissing me.

“Sorry about not being able to give you a proper welcome last night,” I apologized.

“From the amount of moaning and screaming coming from Kat and my mom, I’m surprised you were even able to walk last night,” Angie said.

“That’s not even counting his bringing both of us into the ‘Mile High Club’ yesterday,” Lis said from behind Angie.

“Good morning, Lis. Is Anna awake too?” I asked.

“All present and accounted for,” Anna joked.

<Heh> “Good morning to you too, then.” I rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom to brush my teeth. “Back in a minute.”

When I got back, Lis and Anna were playing with each other again, while Angie sat back watching them with a strange, almost disapproving, look on her face.

Uh oh. I’d better nip this.

I walked up to Angie and gently got her attention and had her follow me out front. Once there, I sat on the couch and pulled her into my lap.

“Want to talk about it?” I asked her.

“About what?” she replied.

“You seemed a bit uncomfortable about their having fun together.”

“I don’t know... I guess it just surprised me that they’re gay.”

<Heh> “Well, I can definitely affirm that they aren’t gay. Bisexual, yes, but not gay. Besides, can you honestly tell me that you’ve never had thoughts about having sex with another woman?”

She looked surprised for a moment, then hung her head low as she realized that she had.

I lifted her chin so we were looking each other in the eyes. “It’s nothing to be ashamed about. There’s nothing wrong with sharing your feelings with those you love.”

I gave her a kiss, which she responded quite well to. After we finally broke the kiss, I said, “That’s better. Get up a sec.”

She got up and I moved over to my old system and booted it up.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Do you like pleasant surprises?” I replied.

“Sure; as rare as they are.”

“I think you’ll enjoy this. Tell me: if you could change anything about yourself, what would it be?”

“What do you mean?” she asked, puzzled.

“You know: fix an old injury, remove a tattoo, adjust your breast size... things like that.”

“Wow. That’s a hell of a question. I don’t know. I’d probably make my breasts larger... other than that, I don’t know,” she replied as I finished pulling up Master Control.

I typed in her name, and as soon as she was up on the screen, I selected “Understanding.”

• Subject: Angela Lovewell
• Command: <Understanding Macro>

“Let’s see here... You’re a brunette?” I said, turning to her.

She cringed a bit and replied, “I prefer blonde or red hair.” Then she came over to watch what I was doing. “Wow! That’s amazing! All of the stuff there is correct, too!”

“Yep. Handy little utility, this is.” I decided to see which looked better on her.

• Command: Make her hair light blonde <Send>

“No, you definitely look better as a redhead.”

• Command: Make her a natural redhead and restore her hair to that color <Send>

“Now, about those breasts: C or D cup?”

“Uh... C I think,” she replied.

• Command: Increase breast size to C-Cup <Send>

“Much better. Turn around a moment,” I suggested. She did and I stood behind her and took off her nightshirt. Then I slowly ran my fingertips from her waist and up her sides, causing her to start giggling. “Oh Shit! You’re ticklish!!“

“No, I’m not!” she gasped out as I had almost to the floor in a giggling fit.

“What’s going on out here?” Anna asked as she and Lis walked in from the bedroom.

“I found a ticklish one!” I happily exclaimed as I kept tickling Angie.

“STOP! PLEASE!! NO MORE!!!“ Angie gasped.

Lis and Anna moved over to the couch and sat down together.

I finally quit to allow Angie to her catch her breath. As she did, I moved back to my seat at the computer.

“Oh, God! <gasp> I feel sorry for Kat!!” Angie said between breaths.

“Why’s that?” I asked, curious.

“She’s way more ticklish than I am.”

My face pulled itself into an evil grin as I thought about having two ticklish kittens in the family. “OH YEAH!” <Evil Chuckle!>

“Uh oh.” Angie said.

Lis and Anna both laughed at that.

“Let’s see... Where were we? Oh yeah.” I helped Angie stand back up. Then I asked her to turn around again. She did, but she kept her eyes warily on me and her arms firmly at her sides, guarding her sensitive areas.

“Relax. I’m not going to tickle you,” I told her.

“Uh huh. Right.”

Once she relaxed a bit, I slipped my hands under her arms and gently cupped her breasts.

“Hmm... I’m not sure. What do you ladies think? C-Cup?” I asked.

• Command: Increase breast size to D-Cup <Send>

“Or D-Cup?” I continued.

“If she’s going for sweet—C-Cup. Seductive—D-Cup,” Anna said.

“Definitely,” Lis agreed.

“What do you think?” I asked Angie.

She got a seductive grin on her face and I chuckled.

“Seductive it is. Let’s see... Oh, yeah... I still have the full suite to do yet. First is health, then a little hair-removal, immunity to my safety buttons, and finally, full membership in the family.”

• Command: <Health Macro>
• Command: Eliminate all hair and hair growth below the neck <Send>
• Command: Make her immune to the effects of both the “Seed” and “Short-Seed” Macros <Send>
• Command: <Kitten Macro>

Suddenly, she leaped to me and started kissing me passionately.

“My, what a hungry kitten you are!” I chuckled.

Lis and Anna both came over and started kissing Angie too.

We all ended up going back to bed and making love with Angie for an hour or two before I decided it was time to get some work done. Unfortunately, Angie was a bit too zoned out on all the endorphins in her system, so I had Lis and Anna take quick—separate—showers and get dressed in their jeans so we could get started.

Angie—Waking up

Something is different... Fleece sheets? Other people in bed with me? Where am I?

I opened my eyes and looked around, and saw an older man on my right and a Hispanic woman on my left.

Xanthos and Melissa? That means... last night wasn’t a dream.

I turned to my right to resume my studying of this guy.

What is it about this guy? It doesn’t seem like it now, but yesterday it looked like he was constantly holding back his strength... almost like he was into martial arts, but not quite... he doesn’t move right for that. Somehow, I think if it were anyone else, I’d probably be terrified of him... but not with him.

“Good morning. I had hoped to be the one to wake you up,” he said.

“I’m a light sleeper,” I said, giving him a kiss.

“Sorry about not being able to give you a proper welcome last night,” he apologized.

That’s sweet. “From the amount of moaning and screaming coming from Kat and my mom, I’m surprised you were even able to walk last night.”

“That’s not even counting his bringing both of us into the ‘Mile High Club’ yesterday,” Melissa said from behind me.

“Good morning Lis. Is Anna awake too?” he asked.

“All present and accounted for,” Anna replied.

He chuckled and said, “Good morning to you too, then.” Then he got out of bed saying that he’d be back in a minute.

After he went into the bathroom, I rolled over, to find Melissa and Anna kissing each other tenderly.

What the... They’re gay? They said they loved each other, but I thought they meant as best friends—not as lovers.

I felt a light caress on my leg and looked over to see Xanthos motioning for me to follow him.

We went to the front of his motor home and sat together on the sofa.

“Want to talk about it?” he asked.

“About what?” I replied.

“You seemed a bit uncomfortable about their having fun together.”

“I don’t know... I guess it just surprised me that they’re gay,” I said, honestly.

He chuckled at that. “Well, I can definitely affirm that they aren’t gay. Bisexual, yes, but not gay.”

Big dif. It’s a woman having sex with a woman.

“Besides, can you honestly tell me that you’ve never had thoughts about having sex with another girl?” he asked.

! <sigh> No. I can’t.

He lifted my chin so we were looking at each other. He had this caring, supportive look in his eyes. “It’s nothing to be ashamed about. There’s nothing wrong with sharing your feelings with those you love.”

Unless it causes you to lose your best friend. No, I’m not going to risk losing my best friend just because I had a fantasy or two about her.

Suddenly, I was being kissed. Talk about a distraction! I really started getting into it when he started backing off. I didn’t want to end the kiss, but we did anyway.

When he asked me to get up, I did and he moved to his computer and turned it on.

What’s this? One moment he’s kissing me, and the next he’s playing with his computer? “What are you doing?”

“Do you like pleasant surprises?” he asked in return.

“Sure; as rare as they are.”

“I think you’ll enjoy this. Tell me: if you could change anything about yourself, what would it be?” he asked.

Huh? Change myself? “What do you mean?”

“You know: fix an old injury, adjust your breast size... things like that.”

“Wow. That’s a hell of a question. I don’t know. I’d probably make my breasts larger... other than that, I can’t think of anything.”

I couldn’t believe how many passwords he was working his way past. I mean, what is that? Some sort of government system?

A new screen came up that had a spinning mannequin on the left and a bunch of text and sliders on the right with some sort of input area on the bottom.

He typed something in at one of the prompts, and the mannequin changed to an exact model of ME! Before I could even say anything, I had a tingle run through my body. Talk about weird!

“Let’s see here...” he said, studying the screen. “You’re a brunette?“

Doh! How?! “I prefer blonde or red hair.”

I moved closer to see what he was looking at, only to find a very detailed list of stats on me! “Wow! That’s amazing! All of the stuff there is correct, too!”

“Yep. Handy little utility, this is,” he said.

He told the program to make me a light blonde, and then my head tingled. I looked at the monitor as he looked at me, and he said, “No, you definitely look better as a redhead.” Then he told the program to make me a natural redhead and restore the color, and it did. This is unreal! “Now, about those breasts; C or D cup?” he asked.

Wow! He’s letting me choose? “Uh... C I think.”

More typing, and my breasts tingle and grow! A couple of seconds later, they quit.

“Much better. Turn around a moment,” he said.

He stood behind me and took off my nightshirt.

Whoa! That is better!

Then started running, or actually caressed, his fingertips from my waist, up my sides. NO!!! He found my Ticklish area!!!

I couldn’t control myself. I exploded in a fit of giggles. He made some comment about my being ticklish, but I tried to deny it; whatever good that did me.

Then the other girls came in and I couldn’t take it anymore, so I begged him to stop and he finally did. THANK GOD!!!

I don’t know why, but for some reason, I let slip that Kat was more ticklish than I am. The look on his face when he heard that was absolutely scary! THEN he started this Evil Laugh!

Oh Shit! We’re Both in trouble now!

“Let’s see... Where were we? Oh yeah,” he said, reaching down to help me up. Needless to say, I was more than a bit wary at this point.

“Relax. I’m not going to tickle you.”

After THAT Laugh!?! You expect me to believe You?!? “Uh huh. Right.”

Standing behind me, he finally slipped his hands under my arms and cupped my new breasts, like he was checking them for size, then he sat back down again.

“Hmm... I’m not sure. What do you ladies think? C-Cup?” he asked. Then he made my breasts a little larger. “Or D-Cup?”

Anna made a comment about the C-Cup being sweet, and the D-Cup being seductive, and Melissa agreed with her. Then Xanthos asked me what I thought.

Sweet... or Seductive... Definitely Seductive!

I gave him a grin and he said, “Seductive it is. Let’s see... Oh, yeah... I still have the full suite to do yet. First is health, then a little hair removal, immunity to my safety buttons, and finally, full membership in the family.”

Full suite? Health? Hair removal?! Safety buttons? Full membership? What’s he talking about?

Suddenly, my entire body tingled when he selected a button on the screen, and kept tingling as he did more things. Then I felt this sudden, overwhelming feeling of love for him that I’d never felt for anyone else before in my life! The next thing I know, I’m kissing him for all I’m worth!

“My, what a hungry kitten you are!” he said, chuckling.

Then I notice Anna and Melissa kissing me as well. And what’s weird is, I didn’t mind!

Pretty soon, we all decided to move back to the bedroom again.

Xanthos carried me back there and laid me down on the bed, then he started kissing me on my lips, chin, neck, and so on—slowly working his way down my body. While he was doing that, Anna and Melissa gently caressed my body from head to toe, causing all sorts of shivers to run through my body. The instant his tongue flicked across my right nipple, I came—Hard!

He ran his tongue around that nipple a couple of times and gave it a kiss as he gently caressed both of my breasts. Then he moved his way over to my other breast. God! Between his kisses and the girls’ caresses, I was cumming all over the place. After that, Melissa moved down between my legs and ran her tongue up between my pussy lips. That’s when I really lost it.

She was driving me absolutely crazy with that tongue of hers when I noticed Anna sitting on my face. I was so turned on, my arms reached around her thighs and pulled her down to me. My first whiff turned me on more than I already was. When I reached out and tasted her, I came yet again!

Suddenly, my pussy was full! Xanthos pulled a sneak attack and shoved his cock in me with a single, quick thrust. I thought I heard someone screaming to get fucked harder—then I realized it was me!

Somehow, between the three of them, I was experiencing sensations far beyond anything I had ever had before. Suddenly, I heard several screams as I felt Xanthos cumming deep within me, causing me to black out.

Xanthos—Back to Work

Angie was still wasted from the overload we’d caused in her, so we left her to recover while we sorted and packed Lis and Anna’s stuff into the Eagle. Fortunately, both of their apartments were already furnished when they moved in, so that helped in cutting down what they could take with us.

We also needed to worry about cars, bills, and other things along those lines; but we would worry about that after everything was packed.

About thirty minutes into the move, I heard strange, moaning sounds coming from the bedroom of the Eagle. When I went to investigate, I found Angie, still dazed, starting to come back from the dead. Chuckling, I went to the fridge and poured some of the remaining champagne orange-juice for her and returned with it.

She was still in really bad shape; all she could do was let out an “Uh” sound. I pulled her up into a sitting position and carefully held the cup to her lips so she could drink it at her own pace.

“Is she alright?” Lis asked from the entry to the bedroom.

“She’ll be okay. We just overloaded what she was used to handling,” I said.

“I’ve never seen anyone in that kind of shape before,” Lis said.

“I’ve read about it, but I always thought the author was making it up. Now I know better.” I turned back to Angie and said, “You get some rest. Okay?”

“Ohhh, ayyyy,” she groaned out.

I laid her back down on the bed and gave her a quick kiss on her nose, then returned to work with the others.

It didn’t take long to finish Melissa’s apartment; only a couple of hours.

Next was Lis’s apartment, but we decided to stop at the mall and grab something to eat first... and talk to Christina, if she was there. By the time we got there, Angie was able to walk again, so she came with us.

After we all had eaten lunch, we started walking towards Frederick’s; Lis and Anna showing their eagerness.

When we walked in the store, Chris was nowhere to be seen. Anna asked the salesperson about it and was told that she was due in at one o’clock today; thirty minutes from now.

“Looks like we get to do some shopping,” I commented, bringing a smile from all the kittens with me.

They managed to find all kinds of sexy lingerie and gowns, and I paid for almost everything they wanted. (There was this one outfit that I just didn’t care for, so Lis put it back.) Even Angie got a bit carried away. I even had her try the leopard-print chemise, but it didn’t go with her red hair and complexion at all.

While they were trying on some of the outfits, Chris walked in, not noticing me for the moment. When she did, her face turned a deep red, causing me to chuckle.

“Hello, Christine. How are you?” I asked her.

“Fine, Sir. You?” she replied.

“Very good. I think you’ll find some young ladies in the back that would like to ask you a question.” Then I said more softly and encouragingly, “I suggest you listen carefully to what they have to offer. I could change your life—if you want it to.”

She got a confused look on her face, but nodded and headed towards the back.

A couple of minutes later, the kittens came back out with a sad expression on their faces.

“She said no?” I asked.

“She couldn’t decide,” Anna replied.

<Sigh> I grabbed one of the store’s business cards and started writing on it; “Chris, if you change your mind and would like to join our family, call the number below and leave a message for me. We would all welcome you. Xanthos.” Then I asked Angie for her home phone number and added that to the card.

“Anna, give this to Chris, and I’ll get everything paid for,” I said.

She did and I did, and we all got ready to leave. Just before we were ready, I noticed Chris come out and, noticing us, walked back into the back.

“Why don’t you three head for the Eagle, and I’ll be right behind you,” I said, handing Anna the keys.

They nodded and headed out of the store.

“Could you get Chris for me for a sec?” I asked the salesperson.

She looked at me, then the entrance the ladies left through, then back at me again, and said, “I’ll see if she wants to talk.”

“Thank you,” I replied.

A minute later, she came back out.

“She’s in the break room. What’s going on? I’ve never seen her like this before. She’s always been so cheerful.”

“I was afraid of this. I think I can straighten it out, though.”

She studied me a moment, then said, “Okay, follow me.”

I followed her to the break room and she left me there with Chris.

“Hello there,” I said.

<Sob> “Hi.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really.”

<Sigh> I’m pretty sure I know what’s wrong, but I need her to tell me... Ah! She should be affected by “Seed” by now.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” I told her.

“I was just barely able to get over your friends’ trying to seduce me yesterday, and I walk in today, only to find that they seriously want me to move to another state with them. I’m not blind. I know that they’re at least bisexual. I’m also pretty sure that I know why they want me to join them.”

“And you don’t have any interest in women,” I finished for her.

She shook her head.

“I was afraid it was something like that. Why don’t you give me that card back.” She did. “Now, listen to me. When I leave this room, you will immediately forget today’s interactions with my three friends and me. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

“You will return to your normal, happy self and completely forget any sad or disturbing thoughts that any of us have caused.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Remember, you can do anything you want to do. You are a truly beautiful woman,” I finished. Most of what I just told her may have sounded like mere statements, but with “Seed” affecting her, she considered them to all be orders; all with the affect of direct mind control. That’s part of what I was talking about regarding the “Seed” macro. It’s just too damned powerful.

I gently wiped away Christina’s tears and gave her a quick kiss on the nose.

“Goodbye and fare well, Christina. Have a wonderful life,” I said, leaving the room with a tear in my own eye.

When I got back out to the counter, the clerk still had a concerned expression on her face.

“It’s taken care of. Forget that there was ever a problem,” I ordered her.

Suddenly her expression changed and she said, “Thank you Sir. Come again soon.”

And that was the last I ever saw of the beautiful young lady. FUCKING ETHICS!!!

When I got out to the Eagle, I went inside and lay down on the bed, crying and cursing my own ethics.

When I finally recovered enough, I got back up, got in the driver’s seat, and started the engine. Before I could put it in gear, Anna put her hand on my arm to stop me and she asked me what was wrong.

I choked on my reply, then said, “Chris won’t be joining us.”

“You’re sure?” Anna asked, simply, calmly.

I nodded once and choked out; ”Fucking Ethics!“

They all understood, and each came up to give me a warm, tender hug. God, I needed that. Anna turned off the engine, then dragged me back to the bed for a snuggle; joined by Lis and Angie.

It was probably a half-hour before we continued on to Lis’s house to get her packed.

Lis’s apartment went much the same way as Anna’s, but with Angie’s help, we were finished in less than two hours. Fortunately, the combined belongings of Lis and Anna only filled a single section in the Eagle’s basement. After we left there, we spent the rest of the day paying off bills and closing our assorted accounts.

The last thing left was selling the cars. Anna had already picked up her car back at Sunland Park Mall, where it had been left a couple of days before, when we were on the west-side earlier, so I had each of them drive their car (Angie drove mine) to a nearby used car lot. We all sold our cars for cash, and then returned to the trailer park for our final night in El Paso.

It was getting late, so I ordered a couple of pizzas, put on some sad music, and laid back to wait.

“Still upset that the girl at the mall didn’t want to join your harem?” Angie asked, sitting down beside me.

“Yeah. She seemed like she would have fit rather well; a real, sweet, fun loving person. She couldn’t handle the thought of women wanting to have sex with her.”

“Neither could I, until this morning. You couldn’t...”

“No,” I interrupted. “You had already decided to join the family. I’m not going change someone just to get them to join. That would be the same as rape, and my ethics won’t allow it. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I did.”

“Hence, you cursing your ethics earlier.”

Nod. “As it is, I had to make her forget about everything she did with any of us. She was broken up pretty bad and that was the only thing I could live with that would take away the pain she was feeling. Then I wished her well and left.”

“When did you do that? You never went back to your computer when you got back,” she asked, puzzled.

<Sigh> “I have an over-powered safety routine affecting almost everyone within 100 miles. Part of that is; I can tell anyone affected to do something, and they’ll do it; the same as if I told them to do it with the computer.”

“What about the clerk? I think she knew something was wrong.”

“She did. I told her to forget that there had ever been a problem.”

Angie nodded and said, “Well, let’s see if I can make you forget about her,” and started removing my shirt.

Later, while Angie and I were recovering, Lis came back, smiling, and asked if we were ready for dinner.

“Oh, hi kitten. Are the pizza’s here yet?” I asked her.

“Yeah, about ten minutes ago,” she replied.

“Good. I’m hungry,” Angie said.

“Me too. Shall we?” I asked Angie.

After putting some shorts on, we all sat around eating pizza and decided to watch a movie. We finally decided on ”Secret Of My Success“ and enjoyed ourselves for the next hour and a half. It definitely helped the mood. After the movie, we all went to bed.

The next morning, I woke up finding Angie caressing me again. After a tender kiss, I got an idea. I glanced over to find Lis and Anna still sleeping. I looked over at Angie and grinned, then gave her a quick wink. “Do what I do,” I whispered to her.

I turned to Anna and started lightly caressing her chest and belly, the same as I had a few days before. Angie looked a bit puzzled, but moved around the bed and started mirroring my actions with Lis.

“Lightly,” I whispered to her. “Tease her to orgasm.”

She grinned and nodded.

Since Lis and Anna were facing each other, this stood a chance of being really interesting. That being the case, Angie and I put extra effort into keeping the two of them even on their climbs. By the time we moved to their breasts, Lis and Anna were breathing pretty hard. Pretty soon, they were both squirming; well on their way to a collective orgasm.

“It’s time,” I whispered to Angie. I licked my two middle fingers, (Angie still mirroring my actions) and just when they were about to cum, we both inserted our fingers, causing the sleeping kittens to wake in wide-eyed, gasping orgasms—still facing each other. The looks on their faces were so wild that Angie and I both busted out laughing.

“Good Morning!” I said when I got back down to a chuckle.

“Damn it! Now they’re teaming up on us!” Anna exclaimed, gasping

“Yeah. Angie was supposed to be on OUR side!” Lis agreed.

Angie and I kissed our partners and each other once more, then we all got out of bed so we could get an early start on the day.

After our separate showers and a quick breakfast of leftover pizza, I did a final dump and disconnect on the Eagle, and we got on our way.

After almost an hour on the road, I got to thinking about the road ahead.

Let’s see... Immigration Checkpoint at 102; I-20 at the split; Midland for pizza; probably stop around Dallas for the night.

Yeah, I know. You’re thinking “What? Pizza again?” I’ve made a lot of trips to Midland, and they have what I consider to be the best pizza shop in the entire state. Even PH, PJ, and LS don’t compare to them—though PJ probably could if they could get a descent crust and put about five times as much toppings on their pizzas.

I glanced over to the side of the road and saw that we were getting close to the checkpoint. (I’ve driven that road enough to know EXACTLY where it is.) Hold it. $300,000 motor home with the kind of cash I’m packing? I reached over and turned on the computer sitting beside me and quickly got it past all its passwords and into Master Control—just as we reached the forced turn-off for the checkpoint.

Angie was watching me from the front passenger’s seat and even though she couldn’t see what was on the screen, she could tell something was wrong.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I just want to make sure nothing bad happens up here—or gets out of hand,” I replied.

Lis and Anna were sitting on the couch behind me, watching, while we waited in what turned out to be a fairly long line of cars and semis waiting to get past the checkpoint.

“What are you going to do?” Angie asked.

“Remember that safety button I mentioned earlier?” I asked.

“When you were talking about the girls at the mall?” Angie replied.

“That’s the one. Since that one takes a while to run, I also have a short-range version of it.”

“But we’re still inside that 100 miles you mentioned, aren’t we?” Angie asked.

“Barely... but some of these people may have been further to the east when I ran the macro, and they wouldn’t have been affected.”

“But what have we got to be concerned about?” Lis asked.

“Thirty-three year old male, driving a $300,000 Fleetwood motor home, carrying ungodly amounts of cash—some of which may be tainted with cocaine, considering the donators—and three beautiful, young women as passengers?”

“Never mind I asked,” she replied.

“What does this ‘macro’ do?” Anna asked as we were getting really close.

“Just a minute. Let’s get past here first,” I said, reaching over and activating the “Short-Seed” macro.

They had been walking a drug-sniffing dog around each of the vehicles as they came up (apparently expecting a large shipment) but when I pulled up, they all stood back and waved me past.

“I don’t get it. They were giving everyone at least a quick check with their dog, but they just waved us through,” Anna said.

“Part of the macro—and as far as I can tell, the level of detail that the program works at,” I replied. “When I wrote the two macros, I considered them to be panic-buttons. Unfortunately, I underestimated their power.” I pulled up Master Control’s macro editor, selected the “Seed” macro, and pointed to it on the screen. “Once I had an idea of how overpowered I made this thing, I removed its effect from each of you and made you all immune to it. In fact, it spooked me the first time I saw it in action.”

“When was that?” Angie asked.

“Last Tuesday, at the mall with Lis and Anna. Anna was in the middle of a major fit because she thought I was trying to take Lis away from her.”

“I remember that,” Anna said. “One moment, I was in an almost blind rage; the next, the rage was completely gone.”

“Mmm hmm. I told her to calm down, and she did—instantly. When I realized what happened, it spooked me pretty badly. We were in a very public place with the lunch crowd showing up, and I had to be extremely careful. I ordered both of them to follow me, and we went someplace much more private.”

“That’s what you meant about something you weren’t expecting,” Lis commented.

“Yeah. I’m sorry I couldn’t explain it more then, but I was just too spooked and that wasn’t the place to talk about it.”

“What do you mean, ‘you had to be extremely careful’?” Angie asked.

“The last line of the ‘Seed’ macro; it is way the hell too powerful. When I wrote it, I intended for people to act normally to casual conversations, and for that to apply only if I specifically ordered someone to do something; like ’you will do this’ for example. It turned out that I could tell someone to do something, and whether it was a suggestion, a command, or a joke; it didn’t matter. If I were to jokingly tell someone to jump off a cliff or take a flying leap, they would very likely be found dead or injured at the bottom of a cliff somewhere very shortly.”

“Jesus,” Angie said.

“No kidding,” Lis added.

“Why don’t you just change the macro then?” Anna asked.

“The long-distance version, I probably will; but I’m going to intentionally leave the short-range version like that because it is specifically a panic-button. It makes sure that I have absolute verbal control over anyone who is within range when I activate it. I consider it crucial in case anyone decides to pull a Waco-type situation on us.”

“What’s that ‘Anti-Theft’ button?” Anna asked.

“It’s the ‘security system’ I was talking about the other day when we were leaving for the mall and the airport.”

“But what does it do?” she continued.

“It makes anyone who tries to enter the motor home or tamper with my systems wish like hell that they’d never been born. Other than that, you really don’t want to know.”

“What? It kills them?” Angie asked, concerned.

“No. It’s specifically non-lethal. Just remember though, that there are things far worse than death,” I said, flatly.

Angie stared at me, very concerned; shaking her head slowly. “If there is, I don’t know what it could be.”

I replied in a cold, deadly voice, “If there is a Hell, Satan would be hard-pressed to make it as bad or worse than that button. And No, I don’t joke about things like this.”

A few minutes later, I apologized; trying to raise the general mood back to a tolerable state.

“Why would you make anything that bad? Angie asked.

“Let me explain. The fact that the program even exists is scary. The fact that I found it on a public news group on the Internet is absolutely terrifying! The thing is just too damned powerful. Do you remember the phrase, ‘Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely’? Even I have problems with my ethics at times when it comes to this thing. Imagine what it would be like if some psychotic or zealot got hold of it. We could end up with anything from total slavery, to a new world-leader, to a world of mindless zombies, to total extinction of the human race. I did what I could at the time to eliminate any other copies of it around me, but as soon as we start hitting major population areas, I’ll probably repeat the procedure and try to get rid of most of the other copies floating around.”

“Damn! You’re right. It is scary; but why am I not terrified of the fact that you have it?” Lis asked.

“Part of the ‘Understanding’ macro. I didn’t want to keep this knowledge from any of you, but at the same time, I couldn’t have all of you cowering in a corner or spreading word that I could do this kind of stuff.

Angie smiled and said, “Good point.”

“Remember; Governments and People would kill to have this kind of power. With a little paranoia, I can keep everyone alive and happy—and do some good every now and again.”

They all smiled and gave me hugs from behind as we continued down the road.

During the trip, Lis and Anna spent most of their time in the back, while Angie stayed up front with me. We ended up getting to know each other pretty well. I was a little surprised when Lis and Anna gave me another hug. Apparently, they had snuck back up and listened to a large part of our discussions.

As we got close to Odessa, I asked Lis to hand me the cel. After getting the number from Information, I called Pinocchio’s in Midland and ordered a half-dozen large pizzas and lots of bread-sticks.

“Hungry?” Angie asked, a bit surprised.

“Leftovers. This is one of the few places where leftovers are still good after being in the fridge for several days.

“You must really like pizza,” Lis commented, grinning.

“When you find pizza this good, you get it while you can.”

They didn’t question my taste in pizzas anymore after they got their first bites. They whole-heartedly agreed that they were the best they had ever tasted.

A few hours after that, we stopped again; this time at a rest stop just past another large destruction (err... construction) zone so I could stretch my legs. We had already been on the road for nine hours and it was getting close to four o’clock.

When I was outside, stretching my legs and back, I took a look at the map they had on display. It had a picture showing the Fort Worth Water Park. (A large man-made, concrete waterfall—not a theme park.) When I pointed it out to the others, they thought it might be interesting too, so we decided to stop there and take a look before heading on.

When we started getting into Fort Worth itself, we started running into a very large amount of traffic. Normally, I wouldn’t be bothered too much by traffic. In this case, however, it happened to be the beginning of the Friday five o’clock rush-hour. Talk about bad timing! Add to that the fact that I was driving a forty-foot Fleetwood; not exactly the most maneuverable vehicle around—never mind the easiest to stop. Fortunately, I didn’t have to drive too far before I could get off of the main highways.

It was 5:30 when we finally got to the park. I changed to some black, casual slacks and shirt, while Lis and Anna finished getting themselves dressed; also in black. (Too much playing around in back.) Angie already had on a blue tube-top and some tight jeans.

Looking around, there wasn’t too much to see. It looked much like most other big-city, downtown parks; trees, benches, concrete, and so on. It was fairly nice as that type of park goes—but not really spectacular. Once we got into the park, however, we could hear the waterfall.

With a little more walking, we arrived at the park’s main feature: a twenty to thirty-foot deep concrete waterfall. It was quite nice from topside.

Angie and I decided to take the path that led down in the waterfall area, while Lis and Anna chose to stay at the top for a little while. As we descended, I noticed a blonde woman standing there, just staring at the main falls. There wasn’t much to see of her since the approach was from her rear, but I did notice that she was fairly tall and was wearing what was probably a fairly expensive, women’s business suit.

Angie and I took a different column and I sat down with Angie sitting in my lap with her back to me and my head on her shoulder; both of us enjoying the main waterfall and the white noise. I did take a quick glance back at the blonde, and noticed that she seemed to have had a particularly stressful day.

Noon at a small café near the park

“Hi, Tiffany!” I called out as I approached my gorgeous, blonde, lover.

“Hey, Amy,” she replied. From the look on her face, I could tell she was passed over for promotion again.

I walked up with my lunch and joined her at the table.

“What excuse did they use this time?” I asked her, holding her hands.

“They didn’t. I’m starting to think this is as far as a woman can get in that company—there certainly aren’t any women in higher positions there.”

“Have you thought about finding another job? With your management and consulting background, you should be able to get a job anywhere around here,” I suggested. “As if you really needed to work anyway.”

“Non-compete clause. I’d have to leave the Dallas/Fort Worth area to get another job like this one,” she said, sighing and squeezing my hands.

“And?”

“I’m not about to leave you. I love you too much,” she replied.

I smiled and said, “Look, I can get a job almost anywhere I want. As much as I like this area, It’s not as if I have to stay here.”

“How did I ever get lucky enough to find you?” she asked, smiling.

“Simple. When you walked into the library, I spotted you. I liked what I saw, so I seduced you,” I said, grinning.

Tif grinned and said, “True, but you didn’t have to try too hard. I got wet just seeing you up on that ladder.”

“That was the idea,” I replied, smiling and running my leg up along hers for a moment.

“You certainly know how to distract a person,” she accused me.

I gave her a sly wink and started eating again.

After we finished lunch, we gave each other a quick kiss and headed back to our jobs.

I was a bit late getting off work at the library. Normally, I get off at five, but I just lost track of time today.

I wonder if Tif has anything planned tonight. If she does, it’ll have to wait till after dinner; I’m starved.

Look at all the couples at the park today.

As I got near the falls, I noticed a very attractive couple sitting together on a bench near the entry to the falls. They were obviously lesbians from the way they were sitting together, but a couple of things struck me as strange about them. One was Hispanic and the other Oriental; usually, those don’t mix well around here... and these two obviously love each other.

God, look at how comfortable they are together. I wonder if they realize how lucky they are to have that honest and caring of a relationship.

I just hope they can stay that happy together.

I continued on, down the path, into the falls.

There’s Tif... and there’s another comfortable couple.

Tif was facing away from the entry area, so when I got to her, I wrapped my arms around her waist kissed her on the neck. “Hello, my love. Sorry I’m late.”

Tif turned around and we gave each other a quick, tender kiss.

“Lose track of time again?” Tiffany asked.

I nodded. “How was the rest of your day, love?”

“Frustrating. I love this place; it helps me relax so much,” she said.

<Heh> “You really should consider quitting. There’s no need for you to have to deal with that kind of stress every day,” I reminded her.

“You really want me to, don’t you?” Tif replied.

“Yes. Neither of us needs the money. You’ve got a nice savings built up from your job, and I’ve got my inheritance... You know full well that we are both working for the enjoyment of it at this point... and you aren’t enjoying it; so what’s the point?” I pointed out.

“True. Okay, I’ll consider it,” Tif replied.

“Great, now let’s go get some dinner and go home for some desert,” I said, giving her a wink.

“Oh, I don’t know. I could go for some dick right about now,” she teased, nodding towards the nearby couple I had already noticed; a handsome man who was just a bit older than us, and an attractive, young redhead who was probably twenty or twenty-one.

“Me too, but that little redhead would probably tear us up and push what’s left into the water,” I replied. “Besides, you know how most men feel about women like us.”

“Be careful what you wish for,” I heard from behind us.

We both turned to find the lesbian couple I had noticed earlier at the top.

“What was that?” Tif asked.

“Be careful what you wish for,” the Hispanic woman said. “You might get it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Tif asked.

The Hispanic woman nodded over towards the other couple and said, “You’re interested in him?”

“Yes, but I don’t think his companion would care too much for the idea,” Tif replied.

“What about you?” the Oriental one asked me.

“He’s handsome, but most men don’t really care for women who like women—whether they say they do or not,” I replied.

The couple looked at each other and started grinning.

“What?” I asked.

“Sorry, I’m Melissa—or Lis—and this is Anna,” the Hispanic woman said.

“Tiffany,” Tif said.

“Amy,” I added.

“It’s great meeting you,” Anna said.

“Come on, we’ll introduce you,” Melissa added.

Tif and I looked to each other in surprise, and then followed the other couple.

As we approached, the man noticed us and spoke up.

“Hi, kittens. Finally decided to join us?” he said, smiling.

Anna and Melissa both leaned down one at a time to kiss both the man and the redhead. Tif and I looked to each other in surprise again.

They’re all together? What’s going on here?

The redhead stood up, and the man followed. Then Melissa told him, “You’ve been attracting attention,” as she nodded her head back towards Tif and me.

“Greetings, Ladies,” he said, bowing his head to us.

Anna grinned and said, “They seemed to think you wouldn’t like lesbians, for some reason.”

He grinned at that and the redhead laughed and started grinning seductively.

“It isn’t that we’re lesbians, it’s just that most men are jerks,” Tif responded.

He started laughing, then said, “You know? You’re absolutely right!”

Huh? This is coming from an MAN?!?

“This is Tiffany, and the other one is Amy,” Lis said, introducing us.

“I’m Xanthos, and this is Angie,” he said. “Apparently, you’ve already met Lis and Anna?”

We both nodded dumbly in response.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m getting rather hungry. Where’s a good place to eat around here?” he asked.

“What do you have in mind?” I asked.

“Friday’s?” he asked in return.

“There’s one a few miles from here,” Tif said.

“Yeah, the one on 35-West,” I added.

“Care to join us?” he asked.

I was a bit concerned about whether or not we were really welcome, but when I scanned the group of women he was with, they all smiled and nodded so Tif and I agreed.

We all hiked back out from the lower area, then he pointed over towards the far side of the park and said, “We’re parked over there.”

“Okay,” Tif said. She pointed to the building on the other side of the falls and continued, “We’re parked next to the Plaza Hotel.”

“Okay. If you’ll meet us on the other side, we’ll follow you. Look for the forty-foot motor home,” he said.

Forty-foot Motor Home? Sounds like he’s doing pretty good for himself too.

When we got to the car, Tif asked, “What do you think?”

“Of him, or the group?” I asked.

“Both,” she responded.

“All sorts of puzzling, but nothing harmful,” I replied.

“Puzzling?”

“I saw Anna and Melissa sitting together at the top, near the steps. It was obvious that they were lesbians and seriously in love with each other. The best way that I can describe what I saw is; they were comfortable with each other. They weren’t showing off... I noticed the same level of relationship when I looked at Xanthos and Angie when I got to the bottom of the falls, too. When they showed that they were ALL together, it threw me for a loop!”

“I can imagine!” Tif said.

“And did you see any hint of jealousy?” I asked.

Tif thought about it for a minute and said, “No. I didn’t. Let’s keep an eye on them and see what happens... Who knows, tonight might be rather interesting.”

“Agreed. And maybe we can find out why they’re so close and comfortable,” I replied.

Tif nodded and said, “We’d better get moving.”

Tif drove us around the park until we came across this monstrous motor home.

“Fleetwood? Eagle?! Okay, so this guy’s worth some dough!” Tif said.

“What? Is that version expensive?” I asked puzzled.

“About 3-500K. I looked at some one time. Depending on the interior, that is a seriously expensive motor home.”

We waited there for a minute, and the foursome showed up and entered the Fleetwood. A few seconds later, Xanthos was behind the wheel, starting up the monster. He looked around for a second and waved after he spotted us. We led the way and were shortly at Friday’s.

Tif and I got out of her car and I looked over to see them parking their monster close by. After he shut it down, he turned to his side and did something... though I couldn’t tell what. A few minutes later, they all came out rather impressively dressed; Lis and Anna in long, black gowns that were open at the sides, Angie in a green tube-dress that went wonderfully with her hair and green eyes, and Xanthos in grey slacks and a black, long-sleeve shirt. They all looked fantastic—and very happy together.

“I see our friends like Frederick’s,” Tif said.

“I thought those gowns looked familiar,” I replied.

“The tube-dress as well.”

We put an arm around each other’s waist and walked up to the group.

“Sorry about the delay,” he said. “Shall we?”

Xanthos—Back at the Water Park

A very attractive pair of bisexual women who aren’t part of the “I’m Gay and Proud of it” crowd—and they happen to be here at the same time as us... What are the odds?

“I don’t know about you, but I’m getting rather hungry. Where’s a good place to eat around here?” I asked.

“What do you have in mind?” Amy asked.

“Friday’s?” I replied.

“There’s one a few miles from here,” Tiffany said.

“Yeah, the one on 35-West,” Amy added.

“Care to join us?” I asked.

They looked a bit concerned for a moment, but after glancing at the kittens, they smiled and nodded.

“Sure, why not,” Amy replied.

We all hiked back out from the lower area, then I pointed over towards the far side of the park and said, “We’re parked over there.”

“Okay,” Tiffany said. She pointed to the building on the other side of the falls and continued, “We’re parked next to the Plaza Hotel.”

“Okay. If you’ll meet us on the other side, we’ll follow you. Look for the forty-foot motor home,” he said.

They both looked surprised when I said that, but Tiffany nodded and they worked their way across the street.

As we walked to the motor home, I asked, “Okay, what’s the deal?”

Lis spoke up. “While you were sitting with Angie at the bottom of the falls, we noticed that Tiffany—the blonde—couldn’t keep her eyes off of you two. We both decided to join you just after Amy started her way down the steps, so we followed behind her when she was halfway to the bottom. Before we were to the bottom, Amy was hugging Tiffany from behind. It was rather obvious that they were lovers. We were about to walk past them when Tiffany nodded over towards you and said that she could go for some dick. Amy said she could too, but that Angie would probably tear them both up and throw them into the water.”

Angie laughed and said, “If it had been any of my previous boyfriends, I would have.”

I chuckled and said, “I don’t doubt it, but there isn’t any jealousy here.”

“I noticed,” Angie said.

“So you two decided to introduce them into the group then?” I asked Lis and Anna.

“Yeah. We asked them if they were really interested in you, and they both said that they were, so we introduced ourselves and brought them over to meet you,” Lis finished.

“What do you think, Angie?” I asked.

“I don’t know. They’re certainly attractive, but I’ll reserve judgement on anything else until I know them better,” she replied.

“Agreed. In the meantime, I suggest that we look at them as possible keepers,” I said.

When we arrived at the restaurant, I got on the front system and reentered the purge command I had used when I had first found the program. That would take care of any stray copies of Master Control in the Dallas/Fort Worth area.

The kittens had all decided to dress up a bit for dinner, so I went ahead and switched to dress slacks and a black shirt with a banded collar.

When we were all ready to leave, I checked the machine in front and found that it had finished the area purge. That being the case, I started the Anti-Theft macro and we went to dinner.

Tiffany—In the Friday’s Parking Lot

Xanthos and his companions stepped out of their Fleetwood and I immediately recognized the outfits the women were wearing, though Melissa and Anna definitely looked better in those outfits than I did, and Angie looked really hot in her green tube-skirt.

“I see our friends like Frederick’s,” I said.

“I thought those gowns looked familiar,” Amy commented.

“The tube-dress as well,” I added. I couldn’t believe the bodies on these people either. All of them looked fantastic—especially Angie with her D-Cups! I had to really wonder if there was some surgery behind those bodies.

We put an arm around each other’s waist and walked up to the group.

“Sorry about the delay,” he said. “Shall we?”

“Sure,” I said.

Amy just smiled and nodded.

We all went inside and got a large table for six near the center.

“So, you’re here on vacation?” I asked, getting the conversation started.

“No, just passing through,” Xanthos replied. “The ladies and I are moving to North Carolina.”

“Oh? From where?” I asked.

“El Paso. After thirty years in the desert, I decided to find someplace green,” he replied, casually.

“I can understand that,” Amy said. “I lived in Arizona for a little while, and I like the greener areas better too.”

“You must be doing pretty well for yourself,” I commented.

“I got lucky” he replied with a thoughtful look on his face. “After nine years in the same job, I found something that helps me make a difference.” Then he studied me a moment and continued, “You seem to be doing pretty well yourself... other than maybe too much stress.”

Amy and I looked at each other with surprise on both our faces. How does he know that?

When I looked back at him again, he had a disarming grin on his face and said, “After nine years in sales and support, I know most of the expressions associated with job-related stress. It was easy to understand your using the waterfall at the park to calm your nerves after a stressful day, and from the look on your face when we got there, you really needed the peace.”

I relaxed upon hearing his explanation. “The job itself, I love. The management and politics... well, that’s another matter.”

He chuckled and said, “Politics are ALWAYS another matter. What is it you do, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“Not at all. I’m a Senior Consumer Electronics Design Project Manager for one of the major electronics companies here.

Xanthos suddenly got an odd expression on his face... like he had some sort of idea that was running through his head. Whatever it was, he was definitely distracted. A second or two later, he shook it off and apologized, saying, “Sorry, just had a crazy idea.”

“Oh? What’s that?” I asked.

“I had an idea for a small toy a year or so ago, and it just dawned on me that one of the kittens was an electronics major...” Xanthos said.

Kittens? Odd that he keeps calling them that. “And my job suddenly brought that to mind,” I finished for him.

“Yeah. I would still have to have a programmer to make it work though,” he added.

“What kind of toy?” Melissa asked.

“A true universal remote for TVs and whatnot,” he replied.

“Why not just buy one?” Amy asked.

“The only ones that come close to what I’m wanting start at over $2000. My idea is for something that would sell for $150 to $250 depending on the model,” he replied.

“I don’t understand. Why would anyone want to spend that much for a remote?” Amy asked.

“Let me describe my old living room for you so you’ll understand. I had a TV, stereo, single-disc CD-player, 100-disc CD-changer, two different brands of VCRs, and a satellite receiver. All in all, a total of seven remotes and six brands. Add to that several ‘Universal’ remotes, and you end up with a nice mess. The closest I came to being able to control the most stuff was the Kenwood remote that allowed for head-to-head programming, but even that wouldn’t handle everything.”

“So your idea is to have a large, complex box that would have hundreds of buttons on it?” Amy asked, confused.

“No. A small pyramid or some other artistic shape that attaches to a PC or notebook computer through its serial or USB port. The remote would be programmable both by downloading existing information from a web site, and by receiving signals from other remotes. The computer would have a stack of generic layouts on-file and would have a layout designer for making your own control screens. In fact, you should even be able to link it to the various ‘Home Control’ packages that are out there too,” he finished.

Shit! It’s so simple. He’d be able to sell thousands of them in a heartbeat! I looked around the table, and I could tell I wasn’t the only one surprised by his idea.

“That’s incredible! I’m amazed that no one else has thought of the idea!” I commented.

“I know there’s at least one company that has something like it built into a touch-screen remote, but it’s basically a small computer that is programmed from a separate computer. That one sells for around $2,500. I figure that for a fraction of that, I could probably contract with someone like HP to bring back one of their older model notebook computers and add a USB port to it. All you’d need for normal operation is a touch screen and a port to hook up a keyboard every now and then. I remember that a couple of companies had something like that several years ago, but dropped them because the prices were getting too low for their tastes. Imagine linking something like that with a full version of one of these remotes and selling it for $1,500 or so. That would be the hi-end package, while the low-end would be just the pyramid itself with its control software for the PC,” he added.

“Tell me you have that patented!” I said.

“Why, you like the idea?” he asked, casually.

“Do you have any idea how many of those you could sell?” I asked him.

“Oh... I don’t know... Probably a few thousand,” he casually replied; like he wasn’t really concerned.

I can’t believe this guy! He’s got what is probably a million-dollar idea, and he’s just dismissing it! “God, what I wouldn’t give for an opportunity like that!” I accidentally said out loud.

He raised an eyebrow and leaned forward, like he was seriously studying me. “Oh, really? You would be interested in being involved with something like that?” he asked.

“Who wouldn’t be? Your idea would probably make most of the other remotes on the market obsolete. If nothing else, you could probably sell the company off for a few million after you got it going good!” I exclaimed.

He seemed to think about it for a minute while continuing to study me, then he turned to Amy and asked what she did for a living. Talk about changing subjects!

She was a bit surprised at the sudden change of subjects as well, but she quickly recovered.

“I work over at the library near the park, but I do it mainly as a hobby. Neither of us really has to work anymore.”

He seemed a bit surprised—or amused—by that comment, and said, “What? Ready for retirement already?”

“Something like that. Tif makes enough that she could quit working any time she felt like it, and I inherited quite a bit from my parents when they died,” Amy replied.

He cringed and said, “Ouch. I’m sorry.”

It’s okay. They were in a plane crash a couple of years ago. It took me a while, but I got over it as much as anyone can,” Amy said.

“What about you four?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

“Anna and I were college students in El Paso. On Monday, I met Xanthos. By Tuesday, I was in love with him. By Wednesday, so was my best friend,” Melissa said, giving Anna a hug. Amy and I sat there with our jaws on the table.

“He’s an expert at seducing people,” Angie commented with a straight face.

I just stared at her in shock.

“And how did he seduce you?” Amy asked.

Angie smiled, looked over to Xanthos, and said, “Good looks, generosity, a sense of humor, ethics, a feeling of barely controlled power, and an unbelievable offer that made everything my choice.”

Barely controlled power? An unbelievable offer? “That’s an interesting combination.”

Angie grinned and said, “You have no idea.”

Xanthos glanced over at Amy and said, “Contact problems?”

I looked over to her too, and she was rubbing her right eye like she was having problems.

“Yes. It must be all of the smoke in here,” Amy replied.

“Go ahead and take them out if you like. I have something in the motor home that will help,” he suggested.

The three ladies he was with suddenly had trouble controlling their smirks.

“I’m almost blind without them, and I left my glasses at the library,” Amy replied.

I pulled a bottle of eye-drops out of my purse and gave it to her. “Try this.”

“Thanks,” she replied.

We continued with dinner for a while, until Xanthos spoke up, asking me, “What’s your management background?”

“Primarily, the job I mentioned earlier. I’ve also done some management consulting for other companies in the past,” I replied.

“Do you think you could run a small consumer electronics company if given the opportunity?” he asked.

WHAT?!? HE CAN’T BE SERIOUS!!! “Tell me you’re not serious!”

“Could you?” he repeated, straight faced.

“I uh... sure... I guess... Why me?” I replied, completely shocked.

“Your background and desire seem to support the idea of taking the remote to market, and I have enough resources so that something like this couldn’t hurt me even if it went sour for some reason. There are other reasons as well,” he said.

“This could be your chance to get away from this company!” Amy said.

As she was saying that, Xanthos reached under the table and pulled out two jewelry boxes and set one in front of me, and the other in front of Amy. Both were closed.

I just stared at it in complete shock. This guy was making me an absolutely unbelievable offer... Hold on... Didn’t Angie say he made her an unbelievable offer as well? I looked over at Angie, and found her smiling supportively, and nodding her head back towards the box. I looked back at the box again, and noticed the logo on it. TIFFANY & CO.!?! I opened the box with shaking hands and found a silver kitten pendant inside. I looked up suddenly, realizing that Melissa, Anna, and Angie all had the same pendant on as well, though Melissa’s and Anna’s were made of gold...

While I was thinking about all of this, Xanthos got Amy’s and my attention again.

“You should know... there are certain ties and obligations—and benefits—that go with those pendants. If you accept them, you would become members of this family. Personally, I believe that you would both fit in very well, and I sincerely hope you both accept.”

I studied his eyes for a long moment. He seemed to be very sincere. I already found him attractive—that was why we were with him here to begin with—and Angie said that he was ethical... I searched the expressions on each of his so-called “Kittens,” and they all had approving, encouraging smiles on their faces... I looked over to Amy and found her looking searchingly at me too.

Suddenly, Amy seemed to think of something and turned back to Xanthos. “Why me? I mean, you’ve already said that you’re interested in Tiffany’s technical and management backgrounds... but why me?”

She had a good point. It had to be either both of us, or neither of us. Even then, what we did would depend greatly on his answer.

“I was interested in both of you joining us before I knew what either of you did. You are both very attractive women. You are also women who like women. Normally, that wouldn’t matter much one way or the other; it wouldn’t be my business. In this case, all of the kittens deeply love each other, and it’s important that anyone who chooses to join the family understands that and is okay with it—and is interested in joining that type of relationship. On the other hand, it’s also important that you are able to get along with men—or in this case, me. Forget about money; forget about the job; forget about everything else... Just ask yourself this: are you interested in joining a family where everyone—male and female—cares about you, and your sexual preferences don’t matter? Are you interested in being in a family where you are accepted for who you are?”

“You mentioned ‘ties and responsibilities’,” I commented to him

“The pendant,” he replied. “By accepting it and wearing it, you become a member of this family; one of my ‘kittens’. That is the tie. As far as responsibilities... mainly, it’s enjoying yourself. Other than that, there’s some stuff that can’t be discussed here, but believe me, it’s nothing bad. Also, you’d be moving to North Carolina with us.”

“And you all want us to join your ‘family’ as you call it?” Amy asked.

Each nodded in turn, smiling encouragingly.

I looked back over to Amy again. She had a small smile on her face as she nodded to me. I nodded in return, and we both removed the pendants from our boxes and put them on. I could feel the excitement coming from the other side of the table. We really were welcome by them.

As we were finishing up, there was a commotion at the entrance. I couldn’t tell what was going on, but it definitely had people’s attention. After a minute or two, it broke up and everyone returned to what they had been doing before. Melissa and the others glanced at Xanthos, and he just shrugged his shoulders.

A minute later, our server brought our check (which Xanthos immediately grabbed) and I asked what had happened out front.

“Someone outside let out a blood-curdling scream and ran off to who knows where,” he replied.

I was a little surprised by that, but obviously Xanthos wasn’t. When the server explained what had happened, Xanthos’s eyes rolled back and he shook his head a couple of times. The reaction I saw from the others he was with was different, but still showed that they knew what was going on too. In their case, they cringed before shaking their heads.

“What was it?” I asked, after the server left.

“Someone getting a preview of Hell,” Xanthos said simply, but quietly.

“What...” Amy started.

“Later,” Xanthos interrupted; again, quietly.

When we left the restaurant, Xanthos invited us into his motor home. Amy and I were still a bit concerned after the last bit of conversation inside, but we followed him in anyway.

“Sorry about interrupting you Amy, but what happened out here was someone trying to break into this motor home. Due to something I have on here, I had to enable a VERY serious deterrent, otherwise all hell could break loose. Before we go any further, I need both of your full names,” he said, seriously.

“Sure, but why?” I asked.

“Think of it as security clearance,” he replied.

“Sheila Tiffany Sheridan,” I replied.

“Amy Lee Weaver,” Amy said.

Xanthos moved to a computer sitting at the front of the motor home and did some typing. Suddenly, I felt a tingle run through my body, causing me to shiver. A few seconds later, Amy shivered too.

“Okay, it’s safer to talk now. Amy, please take out your contacts,” he said.

“But I already said I’m almost blind without them,” she replied.

“Trust me. Just do it,” he replied.

Amy washed her hands at the sink and then carefully removed her contacts. “Okay, now what?”

Xanthos did a little more typing, and Amy shivered again and went wide-eyed, looking around. “OH MY GOD!!!” she gasped.

“WHAT?” I asked, concerned.

“I CAN SEE! Everything is perfectly clear!” she replied.

Suddenly, I shivered again, and my vision blurred seriously. “What’s going on!?! Now I’m having problems seeing!”

“You wear contacts too, huh? Take them out,” Xanthos said.

Amy guided me to the sink so I could wash my hands as well. Once my contacts were out, I could see perfectly too.

“There. Now neither of you will ever have to worry about glasses or contacts again,” Xanthos said as he kept typing.

Amy and I moved so we could see what he was doing, and we were both amazed at what was going on. He was literally making changes to us as we stood there! He pulled Amy back up on the screen again and, after typing in some more stuff at the bottom, he selected a few different buttons on the screen. When he selected the one labeled “Kitten”, Amy went to him and started hugging and kissing him for all she was worth. Then he switched the screen back to me, and did the same thing. After I shivered several more times, I felt a deep, sudden, honest, overwhelming love for this man that I’d only met little more than an hour ago. I also felt the same thing for all of the other women here and knew they felt the same way about me! I was even aware that my relationship with Amy was now deeper than it had been before. There was no longer any doubt in my mind about our love for each other.

“We need to get out of here,” Xanthos said, after Amy and I let him up for air. <Grin!> “Which of you lives closer?”

“We moved in together a couple of months ago,” I replied.

“Okay, you lead the way, and we’ll follow,” he said.

Angie had a really seductive grin on her face as she said that she’d go with me. She also suggested that Amy get to know the others better while she was gone. I could tell she would be an interesting little firecracker.

I glanced over to Amy and found that the other women were dragging her to the back of the motor home. I laughed, and Angie and I went to my car so I could lead the way.

Half an hour (and lots of mutual teasing) later, we were at my house.

We all went inside and dissolved into a rather interesting orgy. All I could really see was a pile of women with Xanthos joining in every now and then.

As we went along, I noticed that lust seemed to be the dominant emotion. It was completely different than the first time Amy made love to me. Somehow, we would have to share that with the others.