Dinner.

I went to the phone while Nikki and the Slut got to know each other on the couch. I called up the pizza place we usually order from. I heard a female voice pick up, so I checked if my powers had a range. I added a final command to the end of our transaction: "Send your sexiest delivery girl." I didn't even wait for a response. I returned to the couch, separating the two giggling whores who leaned into my strong shoulders and continued to gossip across me. The ladies had decided to cast some porn to the TV, and I noticed they each had a hand between their legs while they had been talking. "Forgetting someone?" I asked expectantly. They giggled, embarrassed.

"Sorry, Master." They cooed, using their frees hands in perfect tandem to free my freshly rising cock. They stroked in unison, twisting and pumping like well trained slaves. The sloppy sounds coming from their thighs grew louder as they felt my rod pulse in their fingers, and they smashed their tits into my biceps, teasing their rising nipples with each shimmy. Their hot breath tickled my neck when they weren't nibbling my earlobes. As I enjoyed the gangbang on the screen, I felt a tight, wet seal surround my leaking cockhead. I looked down to see Nikki's short, black hair making my penis disappear. I hear a disappointed huff from the ivory-locked Bitch, licking her lips impatiently for her turn.

"The one who makes me cum, gets to cum." I challenged the sluts. They glared at each other and worked my meat more furiously. I sat back and enjoyed their alternating styles.

Meanwhile, in a police cruiser

Officer Abby Reynolds rode shotgun with her partner, David O'Keefe, as they returned to the precinct to start the most exciting part of their job: paperwork. She thought back on the calls they showed up for: a hit and run, a mugging, and a few publicly intoxicated. It was a typical day on the beat. David spoke up. "So you wanna get these reports in and I'll file the domestic spat report?" His eyes never left the road as he asked.

"What for? are you thinking that'll actually lead to something? The guy made it sound consensual." She hadn't even been thinking about the last housecall, too distracted by the feeling of additional, mystery weight on her chest.

"Well, then you'll want to check out her recount of the events." He said, tossing his notebook to her from his vest pocket. "I'm not surprised he told you it was kosher. Some kind of hallucinogen could have been administered." David was already trying to put all the pieces together before the files are even entered. Abby rolled her eyes.

"Are you sure you were listening closely? You didn't look like you were focused on her words." She countered. She remembered how far his jaw was hanging from his head when she left the couple's bedroom. "Did she mention rainbow dragons or something?" Usually, Abby left David to his musings, but she felt an odd compulsion to kill his train of thought.

"Her moves were definitely enticing," he admitted, remembering the show he had gotten with her testimony, "but her words were clear and very urgent. The least we can do is be ready for her to come in." David was pulling into the precinct parking lot. Abby felt her words leave her mouth before she could comprehend their meaning.

"Will you drop it if I blow you?" Her eyes were dinnerplates as she stared straight ahead, not daring to look at the driver. She knew she had to stop him from filing this report for some reason. She felt it deep down, like an obvious truth, but she never expected to blatantly offer something so sexual, so quickly. She was aware he had a bit of a crush on her, but it had never been any more than playful flirting.

"...Are you serious?" David asked, pulling into a secluded spot in the back of the lot, as the convenient spaces had been claimed already. "You wouldn't toy with me like this, would you, Officer Reynolds?" Her reaction would determine if this was another harmless flirt. She had to be certain with her words.

"Totally serious. I'll do it right here." She tucked stray red locks behind her ear, blushing as she confirmed her offer like we was accepting a drink refill. Why was she doing this? Obviously because she had to, but she couldn't come up with anything more specific than that. She finally made eye contact with him, and he was fumbling with his belt as her body moved on autopilot.

Meanwhile, in a pizza delivery car

She couldn't believe the rudeness of the man who demanded their sexiest delivery girl. She wished he hadn't hung up so quickly so she could give him a piece of her mind. As manager, she had to look out for the well-being of her staff, and that included keeping them from creeps. Usually she would just send one of her bigger delivery guys who would gently remind the customer to respect their employees, but as she thought of which person to send, the rude man's words echoed in her mind. He wanted a delivery girl, and a sexy one at that. Sadly, no girls had been scheduled today, so she couldn't send one if she wanted to. She figured there was only one obvious solution: take the delivery herself. She was, by default, the sexiest girl in the store at the moment, so obviously she would have to bring it. It wasn't because he asked her to, of course. She just wanted the chance to go off on him in person. This was her choice. "Besides," She chuckled to herself, "Sexy is what he asked for. The sexiness just won't last as long as he expects." She was satisfied with the plan she had come up with all on her own: to deliver the order herself and see this guy face to face. He would not be happy about that.