Krystal’s Plan

Krystal phones early in the morning, just after breakfast. You recount what you dreamed, trying to soften the grotesqueness of her colleagues and the mocking of their taunts. You slip over the basic eroticism, the absurdity of their appearances, all shaped like sex dolls, all exuding lust. She listens in silence, her breathing fast as if she’s just finished exercising.

“Is that all? I thought you said you could control the dream?”

You did. You tell her what you changed, your eruption from the clothes, your ravishing of her.

She chuckles. “The best part of it. The orgasm that gave me woke me up. I’ve never cum in my sleep before.” Another pause before she says, “I guess that proves the cap’s real. I was hoping it would be.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve got a plan. How would you like to fuck our colleagues? Abigail. Anissa. Spencer. Blair. Anyone you want.”

“They’re our colleagues.”

“What’s that got to do with it? You want them. And I want you to have them.”

“You want me to fuck them? Why?”

“Yes, because then they won’t be better than me. I know what they say about me behind my back. Just because I enjoy sex. Just because I can’t keep a man. I want you to fuck them in front of me. And then I want you to fuck me in front of them. Think about it. Abigail, you want to see that body naked and impaled on your cock. Anissa, she’s all high and mighty and holier than thou, bet she’ll be screaming for her god if you’re fucking her. Spencer, thinks she’s married to Mr Perfect, well he doesn’t sound perfect to me, and once you’ve had her she won’t see him as perfect either. Blair, how many times has she stolen a man worth fucking from me. She breaks men. I want you to break her. They think they’re better than me. They think they’re prettier than me.”

“Krystal, I think you’re wonderful. I think you’re beautiful.”

“You think I’ve got big tits.”

“Big. I’d call them massive.”

“Yes, H cup. They draw the dickheads and hurt my back.”

“Nonsense. I’m into them. You want to come over. I’ll fuck you again. I’ll fuck you as many times as you want. I enjoy fucking you.”

“Don’t tempt me. I told you, I’ve got things I need to do today, so I can’t come over. However much I’d like to. No, and don’t get me worked up. I know a guy like you won’t want to stay with me, will want more, and I accept that. I want them all to feel what I feel in sex. And you are the perfect way of doing that. And the cap will help.”

“How?”

“Control their dreams. Fill their dreams with you fucking them. Make them want you. I want it so every time they see you, they’re remembering their dreams and can’t think straight. I want them to be so wound up they’ll discard their morals just to fulfil their dreams.”

“I can’t just enter their dreams. I need something which has been in physical contact with them for several hours in the last day.”

“You need their knickers. And I know how to get them.”

“How?”

“They’ve agreed to play badminton every Wednesday at the leisure centre. While they’re playing, I can steal their knickers to order. Tell me who you want to dream of you, and I’ll deliver.”

It sounds wrong. It feels right.

Yes, it definitely feels right.