A disruption in the hallway

As much as Mario would like to have yet another round with these two, he had to be getting on with his day, and there was always later. Hopefully next time he could bring up an explanation for how he was shooting blanks so that they’d let him use their tight pussies.

On his way out, Mario caught a look of himself in the mirror and saw that he indeed had no more hair anywhere on his pelvis. Considering that the rest of his body was covered in a fine layer of manly fuzz, it looked like his body had one huge bald spot. He asked Merluvlee to remove all of his hair from the neck down intending to let all of his body hair grow back equally when he applied Merlee’s hair salve. Thankfully, she agreed and Merlee told him that her potion would be available for pick up tomorrow.

As they exited the secret stairwell into the study, the three of them enjoying each other’s company with small talk, they became aware of the sounds of an argument occurring just outside the doors. Merlee turned to the other two as though to confirm that they could hear it as well, and Mario could see her frown underneath her veil. The shaman approached the study doors as Merluvlee shut the secret exit once again.

Merlee opened the door, allowing her and her guests to clearly hear what was being said on the other side.

“… Right now!” screamed a familiar voice.

“I’m sorry,” the Flipsider butler replied, “You may be the Head Maid, but my orders come from the Madam herself, no-one gets in.”

“What’s going on here?” Merlee asked in concern.

“Madam Merlee,” the butler bowed, “The Head Maid has been trying to break into the study for the past half-hour, against your wishes.”

“Is there some kind of emergency?” Merlee asked.

“No, ma’am. She’s just…,” the butler started, but was interrupted by Mimi.

“So that’s how it is,” she glowered, “I try to use the mansion that you all hardly use to collect cutie pies, and they all get thrown out. But you can drag one of your boy toys in here and do whatever you want with him?”

“What are you…,” Merlee immediately began trying to feign ignorance.

“Don’t play dumb!” Mimi pointed at her accusingly, “I know exactly what’s in that study, I’ve worked here for years! I know every single nook and cranny of this mansion like the back of my hand! You used the safe room to fuck Mario!”

Merlee was stunned for a moment, but now that the cat was out of the bag, the shaman changed tracks. She crossed her arms confidently, looking down at the diminutive Mimi, “So what if I did? What business is it of yours, Head Maid, what I do with my own domicile?”

“You mean besides the fact that you Merlees are bunch of hypocrites?!” Mimi screeched, “You know what one of you said when she kicked out my boyfriends? ‘This is not a place for rampant debauchery’! And yet, here you are, engaging in debauched acts!”

“I cannot speak for the other Merlees,” the shaman said coolly, “But I will agree that this mansion is not a place for you to do as you please, Mimi. I have no problems with you building your own harem, but you will not use my mansion for it. If you’ve got a problem with that, then perhaps you should go get your own mansion.”

Mimi stood there, seething, mechanical clicking emanating from her neck. Mario’s fingers flexed instinctively. Any moment now, her head was going to rotate, Exorcist style, and spider legs were going to sprout from her head. But, instead, Mimi looked at Mario and an odd expression flashed across her face, an emotion that the plumber couldn’t place. The clicking ceased and Mimi straightened up. “Fine,” she hissed, “I can see that my presence isn’t welcomed here anymore.”

She ripped the maid hairpiece from her head and tossed it to the ground before stomping on it, “I quit!”

The tiny woman then stomped off, looking all the world like a little brat throwing a tantrum because she didn’t get her way. Which, to be fair, is more or less what happened.

“You sure it’s okay to let her leave like that?” Mario said quietly when he was confident Mimi wouldn’t hear, letting his tensed fingers relax, “She might not look it, but that girl is dangerous. Besides that, she could easily ruin both of your reputations.”

“I wouldn’t worry about her too much,” Merlee replied just as softly watching the hallway that the shapeshifter disappeared off to, “It’s her word against all of ours. Who are people going to believe? Her or us?”

That was a good point, but still…, “Letting her go like this makes me uneasy.”

“She has no power over us anymore,” Merluvlee gently touched Mario’s shoulder, “Her greatest power came from the support she gained from Count Bleck. Alone, she’s weak.”

Mario sighed wearily, “I hope you’re right.”

Meanwhile, Mimi stomped through the halls of Merlee’s Mansion, grumbling to herself all the while, “Stupid fucking Merlee, and her stupid fucking mansion, fucking stupid fucking Mario, while I can’t even fucking have cutie pies to fucking fuck.”

Her tirade didn’t stop as she continued down the grand staircase to the front double doors, “‘Get your own mansion’, do I fucking look like I’m made of fucking rubies, you stupid fucking bitch?”

She exited the mansion, walking off the porch steps, and yelled out, “Fucking fuck fuck FUCK!!”

Her last word echoed across the swampy waters beyond the mansion, and birds nesting in the nearby trees startled from the noise and took flight as Mimi panted. She felt tears well up in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall, wiping at her eyes with the palm of her glove.

“Why does nothing ever go my way?” she sniffled, anger all spent.

“Bleh heh heh heh heh! BLECK!” a raspy voice rung out from behind and above Mimi, “You haven’t changed a bit, my dear Mimi.”

Mimi whirled around, staring with wide eyes at the figures standing at the top of the roof hanging over the mansion’s porch. A smile spread across her face and a gasp escaped her, “It’s you!”