Your weekly check-ins

She'd missed the past two check-ins. You weren't sure what was going on, but you still trusted in her and in the plan. You didn't have any other choice.

Finally, after another week, you got a text from her.

• Sorry it took so long. So, I've got some good news and some bad news.

"First, I'm glad you're okay! You scared me a bit there. Second, let's start with the good news first." You replied.

• Right. Good news is I was correct. He is using a **** to influence these women.

"Okay? Glad we have that figured out. What's the bad news? Is it going to take longer than we thought?"

• The bad news is that he found out about everything.

"Wait, what? How?"

• I told him silly! I thought I could resist him at first, but he won in the end. I guess all I really needed was a dominant man to really put me in my place!

• Don't worry, though, a good bitch like you just needs to submit. Toodles!

You had to admit, the photos were hot. Blazing hot. You were almost scared.

Almost.

But you trusted her. And you followed everything she'd laid out. She'd given you the codeword and now it was time to burn everything to the ground.

"NYPD!" The doors to the mansion were broken down as officers stormed in. This time, with a warrant. Siri was smart. Away smarter than Jake.

It wasn't cologne. He'd ingested whatever it was. He'd pass it on by being in close proximity, like breathing in their face, then, as it was disseminated into his semen, he would give it to his victims.

She'd been careful to make him cum outside. It wasn't difficult to convince him, given how sexy it looked for him to do it. She knew he wouldn't be thinking with the right brain.

What Siri couldn't figure out, though, was who was supplying it. He was rather close-lipped, though she wasn't sure he even knew who the distributer was.

But you had your suspicions.

Everyone was herded out of the mansion; several ****-addled girls were shaking and trying to return to their 'master,' only to be met with restraints. It would take a while to detox them...

"Don't you want to go be with the love of your life?" You started, sidling up to Emma. "Mr. Mayor, I mean?"

"You're so cruel, taking him away from us. All because he was a better lay than you!" She snapped back.

"Doubtful. I'm sure the **** helped his appearance in the sack, but it's not that effective on you... I wonder why?"

Her head jolted slightly, "what do you mean? Of course I took it!"

"I'm a lawyer. I've worked with plenty of **** users who were going through withdrawal." You point over to Tegan, Sophie, Mimi, and the other girls. "They're going through withdrawals. The shakes, the bargaining, the jitters. You're acting. I'll admit, some things didn't really make sense with the timeline, but putting everything together, I think I've got it now." You nodded, motioning Siri over. "Here's your dealer."

"What?" Emma shouted.

"How do you figure?" Siri replied calmly. You trusted her, now it was her turn to trust you.