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"Olivia, I will be enslaving your fellow celebrities. The more celebs I enslave, the madder you will get at me, however you will also become horny seeing your celebrity friends being my slaves. Understand?"

"Yes..."

I woke her up.

"Jack, get out!" she ordered.

"You don't order me around anymore, Olivia," I said. "Strip naked. In a sexy striptease, preferrably."

"What the fuck?" Olivia yelled. "No!"

However, her body began to dance slowly, sensually, and sexually, as she removed her clothes one article at a time.

"What did I-?" Olivia asked, scared.

"No no, don't speak unless I tell you."

Olivia's mouth snapped shut as she looked on in horror.

"How many bedrooms does this place have?"

"Six, plus a basement," Olivia said.

"I see," I said. "Call up Dua Lipa, if you have her number. She'll be the first woman I enslave."

Olivia took her phone and called the singer.

"When will she be here?" I asked when Olivia ended the call.

"She's on her way. She was out shopping when I called, and she's close by.

I smiled as Olivia scowled.