Keep the deal, plan a conquest

"Okay," I said definitively, "How are we going to do this?"

She smiled. A genuine smile, not a smirk or a sneer. Her body language relaxed and she sat down on the old wooden table behind her, looking for all the world like a cutesy schoolgirl plotting a mild prank, not a gender traitor plotting the enslavement of her former teammates.

"So," she started leaning forward as if to share a secret, "Evie will be coming back in a moment, and you'll grab her first. She's, like, really hot and stuff so you can do whatever you want. Just make sure she has to obey me, too."

"Uh huh," I nodded, still trying to figure out where the catch was. "And then after that what do we do."

Jessie looked at me like I was the dumbest boy alive. "Then we do the same thing to the others, duh."

"Right, but how many women are down here?"

She thought for a moment and then shrugged. "I dunno, like fifty?"

"FIFTY?" I nearly choked. It was arousing and at the same time terrifying. Could I even control that many women?

"Yeah, but not all of them are, like, fuckable. There was more but the old man priest took away all the girls under eighteen and the boys. Don't know where they went." She seemed confused by my wide-eyed reaction. "What? There's still a lot of quality puss. Only, like, a few of them are old and ugly."

"Can we even do this?" I muttered as I ran a hand through my hair. "Fifty... jesus."

Now Jessie's eyes narrowed and her expression grew harder. "The fuck man? Do you want this or not? I didn't make a deal for you to chicken out cuz' you're a little beta cuck. If you won't ..."

Before she could finish whatever her threat was, we both turned our heads to the door at the sound of footsteps in the hallway.

"Jessie?" I heard another young female voice call out. "Are you talking to somebody?"