Love Triangle, except the triangle is actually a big giant octopus shaped labyrinth with dozens of girls. Part 2.

Bella had been so unbelievably jealous of Stacy the entire day.

She hadn’t even seen her husband in three months. What kept her going every day was the hope that she’d see him again after her trip; the promise of coming home to his warm, warm embrace. But all of that came crashing down once she’d heard the news of the accident.

To be clear, she loved the fact that Lord John was finally showing Stacy some attention other than asking for blowjobs while in the lab. She’d never understood why he only interacted with Stacy on a professional level. As professional as it could be with frequent sexual favors, anyway. Stacy’s unrequited love for their Lord and savior broke Bella heart every time she thought about it.

But Bella wanted—no, needed—a piece of him as well. After being starved of his touch for months on end, she’d gotten news that she may never see him again. Then, she found him alive and well, but with no recollection of the wonderful times they’d spent together and, more importantly, stuck over this idea of cheating on his new girlfriend Stacy.

It was as if she’d been starving for months, then told she would never be able to eat again, then finally a great feast was served before her.

So naturally, Bella made sure to devour it all.

When she made out with her Lord just a few minutes earlier, he let her in, and she had the chance to explore his entire mouth. This time, however, she found resistance. Their tongues wrestled for a moment before she gave way, allowing him to do what she did before. But Bella wasn’t about to let him win that easily—this was for her just as much as it was for him.

She took the chance to feel up every inch of his body, combing his pillowy hair and rubbing her hands up and down his skin.

As she was getting wetter by the second, she brushed up against Stacy behind her by accident. That brought her to a different time…

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"This is your research lab?" Bella began. "Wait, holy—"

The sight before Bella slashed every single idea she had of what this place would be like. When John told her his lab was underground, she didn’t expect much.

Looking at the room—no, subterranean WAREHOUSE—in front of her, she could hardly breathe. The place was bigger than any indoor space that she'd ever been in, except maybe the ballroom in John’s castle. In every direction she could see test tubes, microscopes, and probably a thousand more instruments and machines she had no idea the name of. The walls were probably a couple hundred yards away from her on all the sides besides the one she just entered from. Between groups of lab equipment, marked pathways split the area to make a maze like layout something like an IKEA, that Swedish store that she remembered buying some cabinets from in her college days. But this place was WAYYYY bigger than any furniture store. Bella wasn't sure if she could even take it all in.

A few people who she could assume were lab assistants or technicians roamed around, performing tasks with laser focus. Some were inputting data into tablets and laptops, others were running the machines, and some more were just supervisors.

Holy, this is where John went to work every day? When he told her they were visiting a lab, she didn’t expect to find herself in a literal underground city.

“You like what you see? Me too.”

His voice brought her out of her daze. She looked at him and found an expression she’d never seem him exhibit—satisfaction? Pride?

No, she’d seen those on his face before, especially when he talked about his career as a doctor. This was different. This was like he was gazing upon his most prized possession; his crown jewel.

“This is my life’s work” he said. “Everything I’ve ever accomplished, it all started here one way or another.” John’s eyes shone with a pride so deep it made Bella’s heart melt. She loved seeing him like this.

“Come along, there’s someone I’d like for you to meet.”

Bella looked at him with curiosity. This was a first for her. John had never actually introduced her to any of his friends. Or family, for that matter.

Following him through the maze—“yeah, I’m not gonna find my way back on my own,” she thought—the two of them reached an office that read Ms. Stacy Mandel, PA in blue bolded letters.

A lovely voice spoke from inside, “Welcome back!”

Huh. Sounds like this “Stacy Mandel” was waiting at the edge of her seat to greet John. Honestly, she’d have done the same.

John swung the door open and spoke in that deep manly voice of his. “Miss Stacy! Good morning! Anything important today?”

Inside the office sat a cute raven-haired girl, with black glasses to match. Just from looking at her, she exuded the aura of an intelligent girl, along with an aura of innocence. That last part was probably just her young age.

Bella waved shyly. “Good job, you didn’t freeze up this time!” she mentally congratulated herself.

Miss Stacy seemed to ignore her, because she didn’t wave back or anything. She simply spoke to John in a professional demeanor, “I emailed you last week’s status report to you about an hour ago. Have you seen it?”

John shook his head, and Miss Stacy’s lips pursed up in excitement. “Oho, you’re gonna love this one.”

“What for?” John replied.

“Well, the main thing is the new genome sequencer machine is finished and testing has begun. And from what I’ve seen today, it’s working even better than expected.”

John’s eyes lit up in happiness as he heard the news. “YES! I’ve been waiting on that one for almost three months. I would have built it myself, but you know how my schedule is.”

Bella could attest to that. It was really difficult these days for John to find time to even meet up with her. According to him, his appointment schedule for plastic surgeries and doctor’s appointments was packed for the next eight months.

“Oh, trust me, I’m just as excited as you are.” Miss Stacy piped up. “I can’t wait to see what you’ll do with this! Now, antibody cancer therapy can be administered just a few hours after meeting the patient!” Miss Stacy was nerding out and fangirling at the same time.

John only grinned in response, as he pulled out his phone. “Well, I better get to reading that status report now, right?”

“Everything you might want to know is in there. I spent a good six hours working on that thing, which is way longer than I normally do.”

“Thanks for everything you do, Miss Stacy.” John replied with appreciation, as he continued to read through the report on his phone.

Bella loved how much passion John put into his profession. Whenever he talked about his doctoral… exploits, for lack of a better word, he always became excited and prideful. One of Bella’s favorite things to ask John was what he did at work in the last week or so. His eyes would always light up as he explained what projects he was working on, or what kinds of patients he had. Bella couldn’t understand the science stuff 99% of the time, but just seeing him be so enlivened by discussing his work just made Bella so happy…

Now that the conversation had died down, Miss Stacy’s eyes went over to John as she asked, “Who have you brought here today?”

Without missing a beat, John replied, “This is Bella Cardigan. As for the introductions… I think I’ll let her do that part. Just know that she is not a new intern.”

Putting her on the spot??? Oh no…

“Oh, she’s not an intern?” Miss Stacy’s voice piped up.

John only smiled at that, and he simply winked at Miss Stacy, and left the office. The door shut with a clack that carried buckets full of finality.

Bella finally built up the courage to speak. “Ooooookay. He’s gone.”

“He’s probably dying to see how the genome sequencer is performing.” Miss Stacy said, excitedly. She knew how much this meant to John, even if Bella didn’t.

“Sooo, uh, Miss Stacy—”

“Oh, please. Just call me Stacy.”

“Well, ok.” That helped ease Bella’s nervousness a bit. “Stacy, well, what do you do here?”

“Oh, me? I’m just the assistant doctor. He’s taught me basically everything I know.”

Just then, Bella remembered the sign outside. Stacy was a PA. Physician Assistant, if her memory served her well. Strange. She looked like she couldn’t be a day over 20 years old. She wasn’t about to ask her what her age was though.

“Right, you’re a PA. You must be really gifted if you were able to become a PA at your age.”

“I had a good mentor.” Stacy replied, suppressing a smile.

The room was silent before a bit, before Stacy decided to change the topic. “Firstly, sorry for how I basically pretended you didn't exist when you walked in. New interns come in this office three times a day or something like that. I thought you were one of them.”

That made Bella feel a lot better about her entrance. “Yeah, I figured,” she said with a slight smile.

“You haven’t told me about yourself, though. How did you meet Dr. Doe?” Stacy asked earnestly.

Bella’s shuddered at the mention of that incident. “Oh uh… he cured my mom’s throat cancer and then I asked him out!” Bella said quickly.

She narrowed her eyes at that, and immediately Bella knew she messed up. She couldn’t exactly figured out where, though.

“Well, I have few things to say to that… firstly, you’re his girlfriend.”

Bella could only shyly nod yes in response.

“Damn… to think I… ever had a chance with him…” she mused. Her gaze appeared so far away, full of longing. Hearing that, Bella couldn’t help but feel bad for her too.

“You… wanted to be his girlfriend too.” Bella announced solemnly.

“Of course! What girl in their right mind WOULDN’T want to be a girlfriend to that wonderful man?” Stacy cried indignantly.

“I’m sorry—”

“Don’t be. If anything, I should be sorry for feeling jealous.” Stacy seemed to calm down a bit, before adding, “Dr. Doe chose you as his girlfriend out of all the girls in the world. Don’t ever forget that. You might feel like you of all people don’t deserve to be the one he chose. But remember that HE was the one to accept when you asked him out. At least, I presume that’s how it went?” Bella nodded again, and so Stacy continued. “So there must be something special about you that led him to go out with you. Just remember that the next time you feel, say, unqualified to be the girlfriend to the world’s most amazing man.”

Bella sat there, shocked. How did this girl, who didn’t even look old enough to be called a woman yet, literally know everything about how she felt about John from just a few sentences? “Uh… how old are you?”

“19.”

“Either you and John created some mind reading device, or you have wisdom well beyond your years.” Bella marveled.

“Heh, I get that sometimes.” Stacy looked proud of herself. “No, it’s just that I feel the same way, and if a girl DIDN’T feel that way about Dr. Doe, I don’t think she would be considered sane.”

A hearty laugh escaped Bella’s lips. “Yeah, that’s definitely the case.”

Stacy smiled, before her tone shifted. “Back to what I was saying before, I had a few things to say about how you met Dr. Doe. I get the feeling you’re… leaving something out about the story?” she said with a twinkle in her eye.

Bella gulped. This girl was John’s assistant, understood Bella’s relationship with him from just a few sentences, AND had a lie detector built in her brain? Holy hell, she might just be as smart as John!

“Aaaand that tells me my guess was right. Come on, fess up!” Stacy commanded her playfully.

“Well, it’s not something I’m exactly proud of…”

“That’s not a problem.” Stacy stated simply. Shit. She’d backed Bella into a corner and now Bella had **** but to tell her what exactly happened.

Letting out a deep sigh, Bella relented, “Fine. But promise not to go crazy over what I’m about to say, ok?”

“I promise.”

Slowly, Bella let out the truth, “John and I went to high school together.”

SLAM!

Before Bella could process what happened, Miss Stacy was on her feet, both hands on the desk. The office chair she was sitting on flew behind her at probably a zillion miles an hour.

“You’re kidding!” Stacy face was half disbelief, half amusement.

“You just promised not to go crazy!”

“This changes everything. Literally everything!”

“No, it doesn’t. I hardly knew the guy back then!”

“Well, what did you know about him?” Stacy continued to press for information.

“Nothing!” Bella was practically screaming from exasperation, and it wasn’t directed at Stacy. She hated how she treated John in high school, especially that damn rejection. Moreover, it hurt her how she never actually spoke to him outside of that one interaction. “I quite literally only had one conversation with him back then, and it wasn’t pleasant for either of us!”

Bella knew that she was definitely red as a tomato. She was NOT going to tell Stacy about the rejection. That was her life's greatest fumble.

“Hmmm…” Miss Stacy seemed to be deep in thought, before she relaxed and finally retrieved her chair, and sat back down. But as she was doing so, her lab coat caught the wind and flapped up and Bella could see her panties.

…

Wait, what?

“Stacy. Can you stand back up again?” Bella requested. She was sure she was seeing things.

Stacy did as told, with a smirk on her face. “So you noticed?” That, by itself, was enough to tell Bella her eyes told the truth.

“What the fuck are you wearing?!?!?”

At that, Stacy started giggling like a schoolgirl who had taken too much sugar. It took her a while to stop, before she managed to compose herself and said, “Of all the people who have commented on that, your reaction was definitely the most priceless.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Ok, ok!” Her voice quickly took on a more seductive tone as she explained, “I’m wearing nothing but lingerie underneath this lab coat~”

Now Bella was just straight up confused. Stacy wore that, to work? Moreover, she seemed shameless in how she described the whole thing.

“…Why?” Bella quite literally could not think of anything else to say. She was too stunned to feel disgust, too shocked to feel anything else.

“Long story short, I give the good doctor blowjobs sometimes and me wearing this increases the chances of that happening more often~”

“You WHAT?!?!?!?”

“Hm, I shouldn’t have said that in front of his girlfriend, now that I think about it.” Stacy’s musings were just loud enough for Bella to hear.

“The heck you mean, now that I think about it?” Bella’s anger at this girl was only starting to flare up, but she knew it would reach mountain peak levels. “He’s MY boyfriend, you GOT THAT?!”

“Firstly, you need to calm down—”

“I JUST FOUND OUT MY BOYFRIEND IS RECEIVING BLOWJOBS FROM A FLIRTATIOUS SHAMELESS LAB GIRL!”

“Yep, that describes me pretty well,” Stacy giggled. "Though, I’d very much appreciate it if you called me something a bit more respectable than ‘lab girl.’” Stacy replied with a smirk.

Bella could not believe she was trying to change the subject. “STAY OUT OF OUR RELATIONSHIP. HE’S MINE!!”

“Please, let me explain myself,” Stacy replied calmly. A bit too calmly.

That line was a classic for anyone who'd just been caught cheating, or in this case, for a side chick. However, the way she delivered it made it clear that Stacy actually had something meaningful AND non-incriminating to say. So Bella let her speak.

“To start, I don’t think Dr. Doe has feelings for me romantically. I’m just a quick fuck for him. I’d very much like for that to change, but honestly,”—her voice broke just slightly, before she continued—“I don’t think that will change any time soon.” She paused a bit, before her tone became more serious. “However, I firmly believe that he's going to have something like five wives down the line. The work that man has done for the medical industry, and the overall philanthropic impact he’s had, don't forget how unbelievably smoking hot he is; EVERY girl on the planet is going to be head-over-heels for him some day. You’re gonna have to get used to that one day. Consider yourself lucky you were the first. Or maybe you weren’t. Who knows?” she added with a smirk.

As much as Bella wanted to give this girl three slaps by the ear, she paused to think rationally about the situation. John had been going around the world giving reality defying plastic surgeries at dirt cheap prices. Of course some of the girls he gave surgeries to would fall for him. Heck, Bella fell for him after he cured her mother. That’s probably going to happen to other girls as well. And if John is receiving blowjobs from this girl who he supposedly doesn’t have romantic feelings for, then this is only the start of his sexual escapades.

Either she could selfishly fight to keep John for herself, or she could join all the world’s women in working to create his personal paradise. Somehow, the latter felt like the morally correct option to her.

Who was she to tell John who he’s allowed to have sex with or not? He’s about to become the world’s richest man. Now that she thought about it, she’s probably going to be part of a harem in a few years time.

The absurdity of that last thought struck her. Any other man, and it would just be complete nonsense.

Seeing how she’d calmed down a bit, Stacy smirked for what seemed to be the 1000th time, before saying, “Actually, why don’t we start this right now?”

Bella narrowed her eyes. “What exactly are you suggesting?”

Stacy huffed, before stating flatly, “Do you want to have a three-way?”

Holy shit, she’s so shameless! But she does have a point…

“I can see you’re actually considering it.” Stacy giggled.

“You’re right about that.” Bella admitted, still in disbelief over how smart Stacy actually was. “Although, I’m not sure how I feel about having my first threesome with a girl I literally just met.”

“Like I said, you’ll have to get used to it. Dr. Doe is definitely going to bend the rules when it comes to this.”

Bella hesitated, before carefully saying in measured breaths, “I think… you’ve convinced me. And… sorry for yelling in your face.”

A grin erupted on Stacy’s face. “You’re fine. Anyway, here’s what I have in mind. When Dr. Doe gets back here, you and I are going to both kneel right in front of him at the door. Keep your eyes half closed. He seems to love when I do that, personally. Do you have any sexier clothing, by any chance?”

“Well I do obviously, but not on me…”

“That’s fine. Follow me!” She got up from her seat and skipped across the room giddily. Bella had to practically leap out of her seat to keep up.

In the corner, Stacy opened the door to some ordinary looking closet, but inside was the last thing anyone would expect to find in a doctor’s office.

Inside Bella found racks of drawers containing various kinds of lingerie, in all colors and sizes. Instantly, Bella knew where Stacy had gotten her set from. She gave her a long, disappointed, disbelieving look. “You can’t be serious. Where did you even get all of this from?”

Stacy raised her palms innocently. “Hey, it was the Doctor’s idea. I’m just going with the flow.”

Bella could tell that was only half true, but she didn’t push for more info. She simply stared at the cabinet in pure incredulity. She knew John was a freak in the sheets, and also kind of perverted, to put it bluntly, but she never expected a fucking lingerie storeroom in his assistant doctor’s office.

“Come on, don’t be shy!” Stacy’s voice cut through her thoughts.

...She was something else.

Bella heaved out a sigh, before looking through the massive selection she had in front of her. Suddenly, an idea struck her.

“Stacy, you mind taking off that lab coat? I think it'll be better if we're wearing matching sets of lingerie.”

She grinned. “Yeah, that's the spirit! Here you go.” After undoing the magnetic clasps, her lab coat was on the floor in no time. “I think the two of us will get along just fine.”

Bella laughed at that, a pure, hearty laugh that filled the air in the small closet. “Honestly, I'm glad I met you.”

“Likewise.” Stacy was smiling, not one of those flirtatious grins she exhibited earlier, but a genuine smile of happiness.

Now that Stacy was standing there in nothing but lingerie, Bella could get a good look at her. She sported C cups along her petite frame, wearing an emerald green lace balconette bra, with a thong to match.

Stacy noticed Bella staring at her breasts and grinned. “You know what Dr. Doe did with these?”

“I mean, he does breast implants for everyone, no?”

“That's where you're wrong,” Stacy replied giddily. “These aren't just regular breast implants. They're designed to grow over time! When I got my surgery, I asked for implants that would grow over time naturally, and he could actually do it! He says I should have E-cup tits by the time I'm 22. My skin should stretch to accomodate them too!”

“What the—” Bella couldn't believe what she was hearing. She knew John was good, but not THAT good. “That's insane!”

Stacy could only keep giggling as she replied, “I know! When I asked him for that mid surgery I didn't know if he could do it. But he managed to throw everything I knew out of the water!”

Bella found out new things about her boyfriend every day. “I guess it takes a medical genius to understand a medical genius?”

“Flattering, but I'm not a medical genius. I'm just a PA, for god's sake.”

Now Bella saw an opportunity. Stacy struck her as someone who was relative to John's level of mental prowess. She wasn't going to let her think otherwise.

Bella gave her an intense, sidelong glance, and said, “You know Stacy, you asked John about what he’d do with whatever the hell machine you’d just finished building.”

Stacy eyes immediately brightened. “Yeah! Earlier Dr. Doe told me how it could speed up antibody therapy and could also be used to help edit epigenetic codes—”

“Stop.” Bella felt terrible interrupting her like that, but she had to do so in order to make her point clear. “My boyfriend told you about what he would do with it. But,” her voice became more serious, “what do you think you’ll do with it?”

Stacy was clearly taken aback. That was clearly not what she was expecting to hear.

“…What?” Stacy finally said, with uncertainty. “I’m not so sure I’d find any real use out of it with my stupid brain—"

“Mmm, not so sure about that.” Internally, Bella felt Stacy’s words of self-deprecation pierce her heart, but she didn’t show it. “From what I've gathered while talking with you, you seem like quite the brainiac yourself. After all, he chose you out of everyone in the world to be his physician's assistant.”

Stacy stared at her, half dismayed, half impressed at Bella's use of Stacy's own sentence against her. Finally, she broke eye contact and simply said, “Touché.”

The closet was silent for a bit, before Bella let out a tiny little giggle.

The next thing she knew, both of them were doubling over, bursting out laughing like they were both drunk buddies talking trash.

God, she hadn't laughed that hard in a while.

Finally, after the hysterics died down, Bella spoke up. “No but seriously, I think you’ll do wonders down the line just like John. You’re incredibly smart.”

Stacy, who was still smiling from the laughing, suddenly looked glum. “I wish I could do that every single day. But no matter what, I can’t seem to keep up with him… I don’t think I’ll ever become like him.”

“Not with that attitude, you won’t.” Bella retorted. “Listen kid, I could hardly keep up with you while you outlined my whole life story without me needing to tell you a thing. Not just anyone can do that. You’ve gotta be up there with my boyfriend when it comes to geniuses.” Bella was staring into her eyes with conviction strong enough to convince a vegan to drink milk.

“You… really think so?” Stacy was starting to tear up.

“Yes, goddammit! Even if it weren’t true, you’re just shooting yourself in the foot by not believing in yourself.”

Bella considered herself as just an ordinary person. However, Stacy was anything but, and she wasn’t going to let this kind of attitude slide. Seeing as she got the point home, Bella decided to lighten the mood.

“Oh, please don’t cry. You’ll ruin your makeup.”

Stacy laughed as she blinked a few times to dry her tears. “I can see why he started dating you. You’re full of surprises.”

Bella blushed at that. “That's quite the compliment, considering you're the MOST ‘full of surprises’ person I've ever met.”

Both girls giggled like they were two best friends who had known each other for years.

“Alright Bella, why don't you get dressed? I'll be waiting in the main room.”

“Great! I should be out in a couple minutes.”

Bella quickly got to work, picking out matching lingerie to Stacy's, just in her sizes. She had to admit, having her outfit already decided for her made things way simpler.

When got out of the closet, Stacy was already sitting on the floor beside the couch. She beckoned Bella to sit beside her, and gave her instructions on what to do when John arrived.

Bella didn’t have to wait for long. Before she knew it, John walked in. Before he could even say anything, both of them put their plan into action. In an instant, they were on the ground in front of him, putting on the most seductive faces they could.

John was taken aback by the sudden lewd display, but after regaining his composure, he gave a knowing smile. “I should have known this was coming. I guess it can’t be helped! Bella, on the couch. Now.”

She complied, happy to please her boyfriend. As she was going over there, John followed her, and Bella noticed he already had a bulge in his crotch area.

“Stacy, scoot over here and suck me off!” He was growling out the words by this point, barely able to contain his unbridled lust. He got in the mood reaaalllly fast.

Stacy came over as fast as a cheetah, practically jumping on his cock, which was already out of his jeans by this point.

“Bella, get on top of me!”

Bella was there in a flash, and their lips met soon after.

---

These girls were just perfect.

I really wish I knew how I ended up in this situation. 2026 me must have really played his cards out well if he managed to win the hearts of his high school crush who somehow ended up a millionaire and a doctor genius who cured AIDS.

Bella kissed me with scalpel precision, but I could see the hunger behind it. She hardly even gave either of us time to breathe, let alone split apart. I wanted to say something, to make us switch positions or something of the sort, but Bella did NOT give me the chance. Not that I’m complaining. Those heavenly lips were on mine for ages and I could probably die happy right here. All the while, Stacy lips were wrapped tightly around my huge cock, slowly pleasuring me in a way that just kept increasing my arousal, which was already at record levels.

After a time that simultaneously felt like ten seconds and ten minutes, Bella finally let go. I get the feeling she was **** for that make out session. At last, I could finally speak what I had in mind.

“Bella—”

Instantly, her finger was on my lips. So much for finally being able to speak.

Her eyes carried a lust so primal I might as well have been looking at a gorilla. A very, very sexy gorilla.

“No, John. You are going to do exactly what I tell you. Right now.”

I gulped. Her eyes had this, uh, how do I describe it, hunger, GREED, in them. It seemed that the makeout session we just had just poured gasoline on the fire of her desire.

“Lay down on the couch. Now.” Her words carried such an authority I felt I had **** but to comply.

I let go of Stacy and laid back. Stacy’s mouth curved into a sly smile, full of intrigue for whatever Bella was going to do next.

“Stacy. You know what to do.” Bella commanded.

Stacy immediately giggled, and proceeded to mount on my newly massive cock. She seemed to know what was coming next. I, however, had no idea what Bella had planned.

Within a few seconds, Bella was there on top of me, her luscious ass obscuring my vision. She was sitting on my face!

I wasted no time, my tongue darting out to her cunt.

Holy fuck, she tasted amazing! Her juices were overall salty, giving way to a metallic taste once I hit the flesh.

“Oho, looks like someone’s eager. That’s it, baby, make Mommy Bella cum~”

Mommy Bella? You know, I might actually approve of that.

I let my muscle memory take over as I somehow knew every spot to make her go crazy. Seems like I might be doing that a lot from now on.

Within a few seconds, Bella was already a moaning mess as I grabbed her amazing ass to stabilize her. Last time, when I was fingering Stacy, she was doing her best to suppress her moaning. Bella was like the complete polar opposite to that. Her moans were loud enough to echo through the whole room, and I wouldn’t be surprised if everyone in the building could hear her as well. But for some detached reason, I didn’t care.

Right there, I decided I was gonna make her come harder than I just did to Stacy half an hour ago.

---

“Amanda! The pizza’s ready!” A shout came from the kitchen.

Fucking finally, she thought. Ever since Caleb had given her the call that Lord John was visiting the place, she’d been more stressed out—and excited—than she’d ever been in her life.

She was just another girl among millions, working a bartender job to save up for her first semester of college. The only reason she’d managed to make it into this country was her family’s connections with Lord John. However, her parents insistent that she paid for college herself. They said they wouldn’t pay for it themselves and also insisted that she didn’t take out any loans to pay for it either. Something about “building financial responsibility”, blah blah blah.

However, she had to admit she was better off than most. The mere fact she lived in Clutopia already meant she was among one of the most privileged people on the planet. Before she had moved here, her life in the suburbs was… difficult, for lack of a better word. Her dad was struggling to make ends meet in a failing economy. After her family had moved here, everything just became easier. Instantly, her standard of living increased, and life didn’t become a struggle anymore.

She really felt indebted to that man, even if he definitely didn’t know her name. She’d only seen him in person once before: when she’d come into his clinic for her cosmetic surgery. But he’d given her family a new life. Her father had actually been friends with Lord John for almost two years now, so much so that Lord John had actually given him a job that only a few people had the skills for. Of course, her dad somehow was really good at it.

At the same time, Amanda got a job she was really good at too. Not just anyone could become a bartender at such a high-class establishment like The Lost Lamb. It seemed to be her calling in life. During her school years, she never was the type to be studious. She was smart, sure, but doing schoolwork always felt like the biggest chore. She could never bring herself to do it. Like there was an invisible **** preventing her. She even hated her job at retail. Working her local Walmart for those few months was the worst time of her life. However, after moving to Clutopia, through some connections, she’d managed to work as a bartender at Pierre’s bar, and it just clicked. She was excellent at her job, and she loved it too. Just another reason why she felt indebted to Lord John.

Just a few years ago, she never could have thought a man could become so successful. Lord John felt like he came out of nowhere, just starting out as a doctor and plastic surgeon. But word of the miracle stories just kept circulating. Every day in high school, people talked about him nonstop. It was as if he were the second coming of Jesus—which, in hindsight, might be true. Everything that man did felt like magic, even if she knew it wasn’t.

Moreover, he was just… hot. So fucking hot...

Her whole room was filled with pictures of him. Portraits from various galas, some family pictures of him with all his wives, and even some of the steamy ones people had to pay for. Those were her personal favorites~

Yeah... call her obsessed. She didn't care.

Amanda had only had one boyfriend, back in middle school. The experience had been so bad for her that she didn’t want to date anyone for three or four years after that, and by that point, Lord John had already become world famous, even if he wasn’t referred to as “Lord” back then. So she saved herself off in the miniscule chance that she would ever end up with him, despite the absolute impossibility of that ever happening. Her move to Clutopia gave her false hope, but she had still never even seen Lord John outside of the surgery she got when she was 19 years old.

Every day made her life's greatest desire of losing her virginity to Lord John feel more and more out of reach...

That didn't stop her from practicing on toys every day though. She wanted to make sure that if it did ever happen, it would be the best it possibly could be for him.

When that call from Caleb came in, letting her know who showed up at the bar today, Amanda felt a kaleidoscope of emotions—excited, awe, shock, stress, you name it.

Now here she was, about to serve him the pizza that he ordered. Amanda found it strange that she was given strict orders to not call his lordship by his title, but Amanda wasn’t going to question it once she heard it was a direct order from Lord John himself.

She went upstairs to the VIP booths, and then she heard it.

The unmistakable sound of sex filled the air. She heard moaning and screaming echo through the entire hallway, along with the plap, plap of fucking.

Instantly, her eyes widened, as she felt the adrenaline pumping into her veins. This was it. Her only chance.

Carefully, without making a sound, she made her way to the curtain. Suddenly, a wave of pure apprehension washed over her entire body. Amanda wasn’t one to falter like that; she was a confident person normally. However, her job was to be serving Lord John. Not try and get into his pants! The professional in her told her to just go back and serve him the pizza and drinks another time.

She was considering her options, when something broke her train of thought.

“Ah, fuck!”

Amanda could recognize that voice anywhere. That was definitely the Empress.

Fucking hell, she thought. She was torn. On one hand, she felt it would be completely improper if she suddenly appeared inside that booth. On the other hand, she would never get the chance to fuck Lord John ever again.

She’d made it this far. No time to back down now.

She steeled her nerves, opened the curtain as carefully as she could, and walked in.

---

Fucking redhead BITCH bodyguard.

Katherine wanted to scream. The fact that Lord John had cheated **** basically twice now made her blood boil. Rage clouded her mind. All she wanted to do was just destroy everything she laid her eyes upon. Especially that sociopathic false god.

This egocentric maniac had people protecting his sorry behind from every angle. Just now, his bodyguard inadvertently saved his life by preventing him from signing the photograph. After the crash, he’d been pulled back from ****’s door by his surgeons. Is that why he was going out with that assistant doctor of his? To celebrate?????

The audacity, she thought. He was celebrating his near-**** experience by rewarding the foolish woman who saved her life. That woman may be smart, but she was blinded just like every other moron who would lick the soles of his boots if it had a slim chance of pleasing him.

But she couldn’t let out her emotions. Not now. She had to keep her cover. Besides, Pierre, that equally dimwitted boss of hers was calling her over to the employee lounge.

Taking a deep breath, she put on a disappointed expression as she made her way over.

In the office, Katherine maintained her fangirl act. “I’m so sorry, boss! I just wanted to get Lord John’s autograph but his bodyguard said no and—”

Pierre raised his palm before quickly forming a fist. Every time he did that, it shut her up instantly.

“No.” he said simply.

…

…

“No? What do you mean—”

“You will not be serving Lord John anything today.”

Katherine’s could have sworn she felt her soul leave her body when she heard that.

If her anger was boiling over before, now it was straight up pouring out of the pot, and somehow feeding the fire when it fell on the stove.

WHY DID THE WORLD HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS FIRST THE FAILED CAR CRASH THEN THE BITCHASS REDHEAD STATUE BODYGUARD NOW HER BOSS WHY DID EVERYONE SEEM TO GET IN HER WAY NONE OF THIS IS FAIR—

For a moment, Katherine felt her mask fall off, ever so slightly. She immediately caught her mind where it stood, then reeled it in like a fish. She could NOT let her façade come undone right now. As quickly as the anger broke through on her face, it was replaced by utter sadness.

“…What? Why?” Katherine said, forcing herself to cry. It wasn’t very hard, given her situation, but her emotions were a super bouncy ball inside her skull right now. She had to keep them somewhat stable. “I want to serve him! For him, I’d do anything!”

A single tear rolled down Katherine’s cheek. Those acting lessons that Katherine had taken over the last few months now put themselves to good use.

“You’d do anything? Looks like you were just acting for yourself, seeking out his autograph like that.” Pierre said sternly.

Katherine struggled to think of a reply. “No, no! He loves the attention he gets from his fans! Everyone knows this!”

Pierre started to look annoyed now. “And you’re the one who rushed in without knowing all the facts. No patience. You know, that’s always been your problem, hasn’t it? You’re either too eager, or not eager enough.”

Shit. This wasn’t going according to Katherine’s plan in the slightest.

“I don’t know all the facts?” If Katherine was going to be sent home anyway, she would just try and pry for information.

“Whatever, no harm in letting you know. Lord John is in an extremely fragile state of mind right now. If you do run into him, you are not to call him by his lordship status or any similar title.”

Katherine remained silent at that. Fragile state of mind?

Lord John acting weird… no calling him by his lordship status… “not my place to tell you how to do your job…”

In that instant, it dawned upon her.

The car crash had messed up his brain, and that was why he wasn’t acting normally.

woooooow.

This was huge news. Telling it to the others could help them make an actual plan to kill him rather than just hoping to be in the right place at the right time. The first attempt was almost successful. He can’t remain lucky forever.

Either she could try to stay here and kill him, or she could go home, tell the others the new development, and work out an even better plan.

“Oh…” she said in a small voice. That was the first genuine thing she said since coming here this morning.

“Yeah, exactly.” Pierre said matter-of-factly. “So I want my actually qualified bartenders here and not someone who can’t be patient enough to wait for something as simple as an autograph.”

Katherine’s anger smoldered at that, but she didn’t show it.

“Caleb has already called some female bartenders here, and they should arrive any minute now. Your shift is over. You’re lucky I’m not firing you on the spot. Go home.”

Normally she would be angry here, but the news that she and her team had caused that psychopath to quite literally lose his mind gave her something to look forward to.

The drive home went by in a flash. The first thing she did once she got home was take off that stupid bunnygirl outfit. Off came the corset. Off came the pantyhose stockings. She went ahead and put on an oversized t-shirt and jeans. Normal clothes.

God, she hated how normalized sex culture had become because of that damned Lord John. Another thing to look forward to once he was dead.

Finally, she got on the couch and opened her laptop. Her group of friends (she liked to call them sensibly minded people) had a selfhosted chatroom on the dark web. This was the only place where they felt safe talking about their plans online. Everything else: texts, public texting services, even phone calls—everything else could be tracked. Of course, those could be used in absolute emergencies, but

The duplicity of these companies was yet another thing that infuriated her about this situation. These people would let black market deals go on, criminal activity would remain unchecked, even pedophiles would get away scot-free, but someone plotting against Lord John? NNEEOOPE. That would instantly earn someone a knock at the door from the BNI.

At least she could do whatever she wanted on their private chat.

She opened the TOR browser on her laptop and started to fill in the address bar: 6mceewi5wsghkcmbnsmu5nepb3ksgwkmguaf6mq32zkjzirhcaak4an7.onion.

The webpage that pulled up was starting to get familiar. A very simple screen, with nothing but four letters. LWFG. Below those, two boxes prompting for a username and password.

Katherine quickly input her credentials. Inside, the LWFG logo changed into its full form.

Liberate the World from its False God

The first time she’d read that, she couldn’t help but smirk. Alice was always one for the theatrics.

The chatroom had five members. Five sensibly minded human beings between Lord John and control of the whole planet. It was only a matter of time before the rest of the world ended up like Clutopia anyway.

She thought back to Alice’s motto. His Artificial Utopia will fall.

Katherine didn’t think there was a more apt way to describe the world situation than an artificial utopia. More specifically, Lord John’s own personal utopia, created to cater to his desires and no one elses. Lord John simply created a first class paradise country for himself where everyone had the body of a supermodel. Except for her group of friends. She couldn’t think of anyone outside of the group who had explicitly denied one of Lord John’s plastic surgeries when given the chance to have one. Not that Katherine herself was well, unattractive, per say. It was an unwritten rule that to live in Clutopia, especially if you were a girl, you had to be hot. But no one else would even acknowledge its existence. No one but her and her group of friends.

Clearly, Lord John made this country so he could live a lavish life without restrictions, and no one would try to stop him. All those advancements in the medical industry, the plastic surgeries, even the world peace negotiations, it was all done to give the world an excuse to let him live out his fantasy. He truly had no care for anyone, not even his trophy wife.

Fucking sociopath.

Her thoughts went back to the task at hand. She opened the chat and began posting away.

KR: I got sent home early from work. The important thing is who I found there.

Below that, she attached an image of Lord John she’d snapped right before she brought out the poisoned photograph and pen.

KR: @AB you online? I need you to see this

A few minutes passed. Finally, the typing indicator popped up.

AB: I’m here. What’s up?

KR: So I was at work when Lord John’s sorry ass showed up. Long story short, I tried to get him to sign the photograph, but he was acting weird.

AB: wdym

AB: wait, did he sign?

KR: No, unfortunately. I would have almost certainly gotten him to sign it, but he actually showed empathy for once.

AB: shaken from almost losing his life?

KR: No, I think it’s a bit deeper than that. He said something along the lines of it not being in his place to order me around. He also thought I was asking for Doctor Mandel’s autograph, not his own.

AB: strange for him

KR: Exactly. I thought he was just in over his head, but later my boss called me to the back, and he told me Lord John was in a “fragile state of mind.”

AB: wait

AB: OHHHHHHHHHHHH

KR: Yeah. Lord John must’ve gotten some kind of brain damage from that glass shard embedded in his skull. I’m not sure the extent of it just yet, but honestly I’m willing to take a gamble here.

AB: what gamble?

KR: Your identity might not actually be compromised. Maybe a few days down the line, you can try to contact Lucy again.

AB: got it. @NW @SC @WM y’all need to read this. we might be able to try the same thing again.

The second **** attempt was already underway. And to them, it didn’t matter how many tries it took for success.

---

Amanda pulled open the curtain to the VIP booth, and instantly she was wet, witnessing the lewd scene before her.

Lord John was on the couch, with both the Empress and his assistant doctor mounted on him from either side. Both looked like they were in complete bliss.

Fuck, she knew coming in here would be a mistake. Lord John was clearly busy with his girls! To disturb him would be completely inappropriate.

Ok, she thought. I’m just going to leave the way I entered. I can deliver the pizza and the drinks platter later.

She was just about to leave, when Bella noticed her. Shit!

Something sparked in her eyes when Amanda met her gaze. A dangerous, deadly spark.

Empress Bella stared at her like a cheetah preparing to pounce on its prey. All Amanda could do was stand there, motionless.

She lifted her hand.

A single finger separated from her others.

Then she wagged her finger at Amanda, daring her to join in.

!!!

Amanda never could have thought this would happen in a million lifetimes. Yes!!! This was her chance to experience the joy of sex with literal God.

Right then, Lord John must have hit a sweet spot, because the Empress broke down in a fit of moans. “MMMM, fuck, baby, right there~”

That made Amanda even hornier than she already was.

Composing herself, Empress Bella gestured at her own body, then flicked her hand to the side. That could only mean one thing.

As her excitement built up, Amanda quickly unzipped the corset as Empress Bella and Doctor Mandel both began screaming in delight.

---

I was in tune with Bella’s arousal like she was an extension of my body. Every convulsion, every moan, every scream was deliberate. I could get used to this.

I lapped up her juices while simultaneously stimulating her in the process. I swear, her pussy juice is more addictive than hard ****!

Eventually, I brought her arousal to a flatline, in preparation for her to cum. I want her to completely lose her mind in pleasure when she does go over the edge. I was gonna make this a day she would never, ever, forget.

Don’t forget Stacy riding my cock. She just didn’t seem to tire as she bounced up and down on my lovestick! I wonder if she’s going into that autopilot mode.

As I felt myself nearing the edge of orgasm, I moved my tongue to Bella’s clit and flicked as fast and hard as I could. I instinctively knew it would do the trick, but nothing could’ve prepared me for what happened next.

Safe to say, I achieved my initial goal of making Bella cum harder than Stacy just did. Bella’s entire midsection began to twitch. One by one, every single body part of hers began to start spasming and her moans were loud enough to be heard from New York City.

At the same time, Stacy started to cum around my cock, spasming and moaning and groaning. Her pussy felt amazing as it clenched my dick over and over, and that was enough to push me over the edge as well.

My cum spurted out and filled Stacy up, and it began to drip as I removed my cock from inside her.

Wow… that was intense. I never could have dreamed a girl could cum that hard.

I lifted up Bella a bit so I could get out from underneath her, leaving me staring at… a blonde topless girl, standing behind Stacy, wearing bunny ears, with a face her face was so red it might as well have been a radish.

“HOLY TITS!” I quickly scrambled over to cover myself after seeing her. Too bad my clothes were halfway across the room. The best I could do was **** Stacy off me and cover my cock with a pillow. “Oh god. I’m so sorry you had to see that…”

Immediately, the blonde girl’s face fell. She was… disappointed. Sad, even. “Oh no, I didn’t mean to walk in on your, uh, session!”

At that point, I realized who she was. That waitress in the golden bunnysuit. Amanda Wilson. Why was she here?

…Right. I had ordered a pizza. She had placed it there while I was busy tonguing Bella, presumably. But she didn’t leave?

Also, why was she not mad? I figured an employee of this place would immediately tell us to stop if they walked in on us fucking like rabbits, especially considering how loud Bella just was.

Stacy finally took the time to look behind her, and when she saw Amanda, she didn’t seem mortified at all.

She giggled. She fucking giggled.

Bella finally broke the silence. “Welcome to the party, Amanda!” she said in the most over the top voice she could muster in her condition.

wat

Stacy said, “Oh, you must have walked in while I was on autopilot. Uh, here we are, I guess!”

“John, you ready to fuck this girl senseless?” Bella purred, her voice dripping with sultry tones.

WHAT.

“THE FUCK YOU MEAN FUCK HER SENSELESS?!?!??!??” I cried out, completely in disbelief at what I was hearing.

The waitress had a quizzical look on her face. “Alright, I’ll state the obvious, I’m the female bartender who’s currently on duty.” She was clearly nervous, but was composing herself quite well.

“Hm?” I asked. “What happened to that other girl… what was her name… Katherine Rodgers?”

“I think she got sent home. Not sure.”

Shit. Her little scuffle with Agent Parkins got her sent home? Crap, I might need to talk to Pierre about that.

“But that’s not the point.” Amanda continued. “I was delivering the pizza and drinks you ordered when I saw what was going on in here, and well, I got curious! Sorry, that was a little unprofessional of me.”

“Uhm, well… that doesn’t quite explain why you’re topless in front of me.” I replied nervously.

“Please let me get to that par—”

It happened so fast, I could have blinked and missed it.

Bella was off the couch, a finger on Amanda’s lips, causing her to go wide eyed.

“I rather you don’t tell him that part. It’ll be our little secret, my little bunny?” Bella purred at her, seductively. What the fuck was she doing?

“Y-y-yes milady!” Amanda stammered out, obviously intimidated.

MILADY?!?!?

Ok, that’s going on the back burner, because I have bigger questions right now.

I took the chance to speak up. “Ok, since you’re the one silencing her, why don’t you tell me why she’s standing there without her corset!?”

“Because you’re about to fuck her like a rabbit, silly.” Bella deadpanned.

Christ, I can’t with her sometimes. I just rolled my eyes at the obvious implications of that sentence.

“Y’know, John, I would just stop overthinking and do what she says. All three of us would be thrilled if you fucked Amanda right here, right now. Isn’t that right?” Stacy said, gesturing to Amanda.

Even though Amanda was still standing there at Bella’s mercy, she couldn’t help but smile at that. However, I wasn’t having any of it.

“B-but… No!”

Everything about this was wrong. All wrong.

Pain started to build behind my eyes. I clutched my forehead, trying to mitigate the building pressure. Clearly, my mind wasn’t reacting well to hearing this.

I mean, obviously. Bella had just asked—or rather, demanded—that I fuck this random waitress from the bar, right in front of her and Stacy. That just felt wrong on so many levels.

Firstly, I didn’t even know who this person was, and yet, she was standing before me, topless. From what I could tell, neither did Bella. Or Stacy. Despite that, Bella had asked me to “fuck her senseless.” Is this how people from 2026 viewed sex? As some casual thing anyone could just do together? Did Bella like, get off on watching me fuck other girls? That doesn’t make sense, considering how dominant she is in bed. I also had to think about Amanda, though, because even though submission was written all over her, so was arousal. Maybe she was drunk too. No one in their right mind would react to anything here with anything except disgust. Except perverts. So I guess everyone in 2026 is a pervert now? But she seemed normal when she was taking my order but Stacy also seemed normal when I first met and she turned out to be a freak in bed and Bella was also like that and—

…I’m overthinking things, aren’t I.

I **** my train of thought to end, leaving my mind free to actually take in sensory input. The first thing I noticed was my headache had gotten worse. Did I spasm out like I did in the main club room?

No, no one in the room had moved an inch. I feel like if I didn’t abruptly **** my mind to come back to me, I would have gone under, though.

Stacy was the first to speak up. “Okay. I recognize that this situation is making you nervous and uncomfortable. So, I’ll stop fooling around and tell you how I feel about this, directly.” She paused, looking at Bella, and they seemed to have a thousand-word conversation within a second. Stacy continued, “You can fuck any woman you want, and neither of us will protest. In fact, we encourage it.”

I could hardly believe my ears. My two girlfriends both didn’t mind if I slept around with whoever. How is this even possible?

Bella took her turn to speak up. “I was planning to introduce this to you at some point later. But… when the waitress walked in, it presented me with opportunity. I’m sorry if I overwhelmed you.” Her eyes betrayed genuineness and were full of love. God, this girl…

“So… you’re willing to just let me go around loosely having sex with just anyone?” I had to ask again, to be sure I heard right the first time.

“John, I seem to be saying this a lot these days, but if you need us to put it in legal writing so you can believe us, then we’ll have it done in a jiffy.” Stacy said, trying to keep her expression neutral.

That settles it. My life is the plot of a porn movie. Or maybe someone’s wet dream in an erotica story.

Well, that takes care of two girls. I still had the problem of one, though…

“And you, Amanda? Are you down for this?” I asked, turning to her.

Finally given the chance to speak up, she blurted out, “Yes! I’ve been waiting for this for a really long time… It’ll be everything I ever wanted.”

Huh. She said that almost a bit too quickly. Also, “everything I ever wanted?” Is this girl a nympho? More questions for later.

“Also, I need to confirm something else. Have you had any **** this afternoon?”

She quickly shook her head. “Firstly, I’m not allowed to drink on the job. Secondly, I’ve never even drank before, considering I just became of age.”

“So you’re 21?”

“Yep~” She curtsied. Safe to say, I had never ever imagined a woman curtsying while topless.

I looked to Bella, then to Stacy, then to Amanda. The silence in the room was incredibly palpable.

I could stick to my morals. But I’d already sort of broken of them when I’d let Bella make out with me. I really did hate people with multiple relationships. Those people did not understand the value loyalty had in a conjugal bond. When cheating finally gets uncovered, it causes pain and anguish for literally everyone involved. All partners, the kids, even the one who cheated sometimes (hopefully). I really don’t understand what goes through their heads. Can’t they be satisfied with only one partner? Moreover, cheating spouses were arrogant and egotistical at best. Who the hell believes that they deserve more than one SO in their lives?

But… had I really broken my morals here? All this time, it was me pushing back against my girlfriend (and now girlfriends) making my life lewder. Bella came onto me—with Stacy’s consent. Amanda was now coming on to me—at Bella’s urging. So it eliminated the feelings of heartbreak and betrayal upon the secret being unveiled; because, well there was no secret to be had here. And to be honest, I didn’t feel I deserved any of this. Maybe 2026 me had done some things different, but back in the life I knew I was just a lonely medical student among an ocean of medical students, dammit! I didn’t deserve any special treatment. Yet here I was, all these unthinkable privileges being served to me on a platter. I genuinely feel out of place here.

If it was being served to me on a platter, I might as well just eat it.

I was about to speak up, when Bella decided she'd spent too much time waiting. The hunger in her eyes returned.

“You know what? Here's what's gonna happen. The bunny here can wait. Amanda, on your knees. Hands on the floor. Now!” she ordered.

Amanda's eyes widened in fear, but she obeyed. Quickly, she was on the ground, her pink cottontail exposed to the air.

“Awwwwww, what a cute little bunny rabbit!” Bella cooed, as if she were actually looking at a cute animal. Stacy giggled at that.

“Now,” she continued, “I've spent the last three months without my hu... boyfriend's dick in my pussy. So you're gonna fuck me senseless, instead of her.”

Now, that's something I'm not gonna pass up.

As she moved over to the couch, Bella asked Stacy, still in that sultry tone, “Could you do me a favor?”

“Sure. What is it?” Stacy replied in an equally seductive manner.

“Make sure our pet rabbit here DOESN'T finger herself.”

As she heard that, Stacy's eyes filled with something I'd never seen from her. She had the same expression you'd expect from a sadistic prison warden. “MMMMMMM, I'm gonna have fun with this~”

I didn't know Stacy could be like that. New surprises every day, I guess.

Bella made it to the couch, laying flat on her back, exposing her glistening pussy to me. “It's all yours, baby~”

Only a stupid man wouldn't take that. I quickly got between her legs, lining up my dick to her entrance, and started thrusting.

“Oh god, I've m-missed this... so much—” Bella cried between moans.

“Don't go too crazy now, Bella. Your brain just might end up like mine!” I teased her, not slowing down in the slightest.

“Mmm, having a brain like—oh, god—yours sounds like everyone's dream!”

“Oh come on now, the sarcasm can't be THAT obvious.”

Bella smirked, like she knew something I didn't (to be fair, she definitely did) before I hit a sweet spot and she squirmed in pleasure once again.

“Yes, yes, just like that! Keep fucking me, I needed this so badly!”

I did as asked, not slowing down the pace, when a SMACK! echoed through the room.

“Nope! You're breaking the rules!” Stacy had just spanked Amanda, considering there was a huge red mark forming on her ass. “I know you want that cock inside you. But you're not getting it unless you obey, little rabbit!”

I finally started to appreciate the whole rabbit thing apparently, because my dick surged with blood as I got even harder.

“Please, yes! Oh my god, just like that, don’t stop!” Bella was barely able to contain herself as her wonderful tits bounced up and down as I thrust into her. The sight was getting me off as well.

“God, I’m cumming~” Bella warned of her coming orgasm a bit too late, as I felt her pussy clench my cock with an iron grip as she let out sounds of bliss loud enough to be heard from Croatia.

As her orgasm subsided, she quickly scooted herself back and off my cock, leaving me completely confused. I was just about to cum myself, for fucks sake. “Um… the fuck was that for?”

Bella shot me a coy, mischievous smile, as she got off the couch. “You didn’t forget about the bunny sitting in the corner of the room, did you?”

Right then, I realized what she had done. Amanda was sitting there with Stacy at her side, making sure she didn’t break the rules. Her face was completely red, and she looked so horny she was starting to sweat. I, on the other hand, was brought to the brink of orgasm but not given release.

Bella intentionally made us both so needy for release that we would have **** but to fuck. That naughty girl…

“So?” Stacy asked, noticing my train of thought. It was really obvious in hindsight, but I was too busy struggling with my own mind to notice. “You gonna claim her, or what?”

I winced at Stacy’s choice of words, but I couldn’t say no. Begrudgingly, I said, “Alright, Amanda, I guess it’s your turn. Though you can blame the naughty woman who set this all up.”

Bella and Stacy let out a laugh of victory as Amanda practically jumped out of the corner to get to me. Like a bunny? I guess I’m falling victim to the whole rabbit bit myself too…

As she positioned herself on all fours in front of me, giving me a wonderful view of her ass and pussy, I couldn’t help but think of my situation. Of how absurd it was. Amanda was going to be the third woman I fucked in the last ten minutes, and we literally met today. The other two were my girlfriends who apparently didn’t care about who I ended up with, and wanted me to have fun girls other than themselves. How does anyone end up in this situation.

I still needed my release, though, so I lined up my cock with her entrance, and slowly pushed it in as I began my thrusts. Amanda immediately let out a surprised yelp.

My two girlfriends—god, that still feels weird to think about—both cheered, as Bella made her way over to the other side of the couch, and put a finger underneath Amanda’s chin in a show of dominance. “My my, looks like the bunny was eager. How are you feeling?”

“He took… my… virginity…”

WHAT?!?!?

I immediately stopped fucking her in shock.

“Amanda… you’re serious?” I cried in disbelief. I just couldn’t believe this unnaturally hot girl was somehow a virgin. How does someone like her just not get themselves laid?

She turned to look back at me, and said, “I’ve been saving myself for you, sir~”

“That doesn’t even make sense… we’ve never met!”

Now, Amanda looked even more confused than I was. To her, saving herself off for some random guy in the bar she worked at was just normal shit.

Stacy chimed in. “Can we save the questions for later and just get to the fucking? I’m tired of waiting.”

Bella shot Stacy with another one of those thousand-word glances. They’re keeping information from me yet again. Eh, I better just get used to it. I’m too horny to care anyway. But I had to confirm something first.

“Stacy, hold on.” I had to say. It wouldn’t feel right otherwise. “Amanda, are you absolutely utterly straight up 100% sure that you want me to be—”

“Yes!”

Well, fuck me.

I glanced at Stacy and Bella, with a vogue, classy smirk on my face, before grabbing Amanda’s ass and pulling her in to pound her. Not sure where that smirk came from. Must be something I picked up while I was out.

“Oh god!” Amanda shrieked out. “Yes yes yes yes yes…”

Bella and Stacy immediately squealed in delight and wonder as they watched. I noticed Bella in particular was getting more flushed than usual.

Amanda’s coital cries eventually turned into incoherent moaning as I kept drilling her from behind. It was hot, actually, as she turned into a mindless slut—

No. I’m not letting my mind go down this road again. What was with me, looking at women as if they’re just objects? I really need to work on that, for my own sanity… let’s try this again.

It was hot, actually, as she was so entranced by my cock she started to lose her mind. Kind of like Stacy’s weird sex crazed zombie mode. I wonder if Amanda has something like that too~

Soon enough, I instinctively knew Amanda was about to come undone. I quickened the pace, smashing her behind even harder as I gave her a satisfying spank that left a hand shaped red welt on her ass. That sent her over the edge.

“Aaaaaaahhhhhhahhhhhhhh!!!!” Amanda could hardly even moan at this point, she was so blissed out. God, that’s so hot…

That was what sent me over the edge. I pulled out as I felt cum sputtering out of my cock, decorating her butt with wonderful white streaks. I’m glad I had the self-control to not cum inside. I wouldn’t want to take a chance like that on some girl I just met…

I let go of her, and I was not prepared for what I saw next.

Amanda went limp, rolling over into the couch, and her face was one of complete mindlessness. She was crossed eyed, tongue out…wait, the ahegao face is actually a real thing?!?!? It felt strange, yet also satisfying, to see it on an actual human face instead of some anime girl.

A jolt of pride went up my spine as I gazed upon her face. I did that! I managed to fuck the brains out of a girl!

“Damn, you really took the ‘fuck her senseless’ thing to heart, huh?” Bella’s voice came over from the side. “I didn’t expect you to go that far.”

I turned to her. She was sitting on one of the chairs, legs spread wide as her fingers pulled apart her beautiful sex. I’m committing that sight to memory. That is just gorgeous.

“Well, what can I say? You left me off on the brink of orgasm and took some of my sanity in the process.” I replied with a grin.

“Well, I think most of that is gone anyway.” Stacy said, as she stuck her tongue out at me. Right, I’m an amnesiac currently. I hope I get my memories back soon… there’s so much I missed out on.

Beneath me, Amanda finally shuddered as she regained consciousness. She shot me a smile as she got up and pulled me into a hug. I laid there, on top of her, as she whispered sexily into my ear, “How was that? Did I compare to your wife?”

Honestly, she did. She really did comparable to my… hold on, waddafuck did she just say?

“Wait, wait wait wait. Back up a little bit. My wife?”

I looked to Bella and Stacy, and they already had worried expressions on their faces.

“Amanda… you were not supposed to say that.” Stacy fearfully said.

“What? Why?” Amanda asked, very confusedly.

No one replied, as Bella and Stacy stood there, dumbfounded. Why aren’t they saying anything?

Amanda spoke up again, “What’s wrong with referring to… Bella as—”

“Stop!” Stacy commanded as she shut both eyes and placed two fingers on each of her temples. With a sigh, she let out, “Fine. I’ll tell you. But you have to swear, you will not tell this to anyone. Zero people. Not even your family or best friends. Got it?

“Okay…” Amanda meekly nodded, clearly intimidated.

“John here is suffering from amnesia. His memory of the last few years is completely gone.” Stacy said. “There. I said it.” She threw her hands up in exasperation, more directed at herself than at anyone else.

I could literally see the clockworks of Amanda’s brain working as she realized the gravity of what was just told to her… and then she started to tear up.

“Oh my god, everything makes so much sense now. I’m so sorry for walking in while he’s like that…” Turning to me, she said, “I really do hope you get better soon enough. For your sake as well as everyone else’s.”

Damn, she’s emotional. Or maybe, hmm… something’s telling me that’s not the full picture. Thoughts for another day. I brought the conversation back to the elephant in the room.

“So, Bella… she asked me if she could compare her performance to ‘my wife’. I assume I’m looking at her right now?”

With her face sinking in regret, she replied, “I wish you didn’t have to find out like this, but yes, I am your wife, and you’re my husband. We’ve been married for… three years?”

Holy fucking shit.

Bella and I were married.

Bella and I were married!

Slowly, a smile formed on my face as I realized the weight of what was just said. It wasn’t a grin, a chuckle, or anything like that. In that moment, everything that happened to me in the last few days, the amnesia, the crazy things I found about my new life, even my sexual escapades; none of it mattered. The only two things that mattered were my new girlfriend, and my… wife. My wife!

I immediately jumped out of the couch to hug her. This was my wife! We must have gone through so much…

“Bella! We’re married!” I exclaimed as I sank into her arms. “I wish remembered the things we did together…”