Carefully, and with planning

“Okay, we need to think this through. I swear to God though, if you’re pranking me or something right now Mary, I will never forgive you.”

“I’d never lie about this, Grant! I’m yours! Totally, and completely!” Mary interrupted, her voice full of the **** need to be believed. “I would never lie to you, no matter what. Even if it would mean you thought better of me, because you deserve to know the truth. Always.”

“Okay, so if you’re not pranking me, then we need to really stop for a second and think. If men can claim women just by saying it, and touching them, then it’s going to get really interesting. And I don’t mean like a fun game, though some will think of it that way. I mean like crazy. Not just in the next few minutes, but what happens after that? When people stop thinking the same way they used to, or when jobs stop getting done because some guy is too busy claiming women, or doing whatever he wants with those women, to bother with other things?”

It took him a minute to slowly and carefully work through some of the implications, but as they did, all he could do was take a deep breath and let it out slowly. It was going to be some wort of weird almost collapse kind of society for at least a few days. Maybe a few months. Months where people who had more women would have more power, because they could control more things. And those who did not have women would be considered less. It was a strange, and terrible, way to view other people, but that didn’t mean that it wouldn’t be that way.

And, if men who had more women would be more influential, then that meant that he needed to get more women. Whether he liked the idea of taking control of their minds or not, he had to get more women. ‘And, at least it is better me than some of the other people out there. People who are going to hurt others because they think they can get away with it. There are enough people out there already as it is, this is just going to give them license to do it even more.’

Somewhat satisfied, at least for now, with his own reckoning of things, and having justified himself for his own peace of mind, Grant looked at Mary with a lopsided smile. He couldn’t help but be distracted by Mary. He’d always found her more than a little attractive, and the fact that she was literally doing everything that she could think of to prove that she belonged to him was intoxicating. He felt the pressure of his interest growing his cock, forming a notable bulge in the front of his blue jeans.

Shaking his head, Grant mentally chastised himself for losing sight of what needed to happen right then. “Okay, Mary, so if people are about to be doing some crazy things, we need to do a few crazy things ourselves, right? Because we can’t be behind the curve. We gotta…we gotta go out and be part of the early birds right? So, let me ask you this, if you thought you were about to have the whole world go absolutely crazy, what would you be doing? You’d be going to find somewhere you thought you could report the scam or the attacks, right? Somewhere that was no doubt going to be absolutely safe. Somewhere that you could make sure the people that were there would know what they were doing.”

“Yeah, that makes sense. God, you’re smart, Grant. Somewhere smart…somewhere you could report the danger. Grant, are you thinking of going to the police station? I don’t think there are any Army posts nearby, and I doubt they would let us onto a base even if there was one.”

“The police is exactly what I’m thinking, Mary. And we need to get there fast. Not just before other people do, but before whatever semblance of law and order disappears entirely. Before people start resorting to **** to try and get what they want.”

With a nod, Mary grabbed her shoes and made a beeline for the door. At Grant’s questioning look, Mary shrugs and gives a half smile as she blushes. “You said you wanted to get more women. That’s smart, and we should definitely do that! I mean, who wouldn’t want you to own them, Grant? You’re smart, you’re funny, from that bulge I saw in your pants earlier, you’ve got a really nice cock I bet. So yeah, whoever you want to get, I’m going to support you all the way. We should get you all the women too, as many as you think you can handle. Maybe a few more than that too, just to make sure we keep you as satisfied as possible!”

Grant, having been hopping on one foot as he tried to get his shoes on, nearly fell over. It was one thing for his college crush to understand that they needed to work on having more women claimed for their own safety. It was a bit of another thing for her to dive straight into trying to set him up with as large a harem as possible. Not because she thought they needed more people, though clearly she did, but because she thought he might want to have as many women as possible as his sexual play things. Once again, his cock tried to take charge. It wasn’t going to happen, but damn her talking about it was certainly hot! As soon as they were where they could relax for a moment or two, he was going to absolutely make sure she knew how much he really did appreciate her. In all the ways that he could think to do so. Repeatedly. For now, he merely nodded as if it was only normal and then gestured for her to follow him.

As they made their way through the apartment complex, Grant couldn’t help but notice a few young ladies, and one more ripely mature lady at the pool. It was still light enough for the sun to be casting reflective sparkles off the small waves that lapped at the sides. The golden glow of the sky also gave the three women an allure that Grant couldn’t ignore. As the pair walked, Grant deviated his path towards the pool, doing his best to not look at Mary.

Once they arrived, he gently cleared his throat, and called the three ladies over. “I’m sorry to disturb you, but I jut had a quick question. Have you ladies heard the latest news? If you haven’t, you’re going to want to hear this, but I don’t want to risk someone who doesn’t need to know overhearing things.”

The two younger women, about his own age if he had to guess, looked from Grant and then to each other, an expression of disbelief and mild discomfort on their faces. Pushing through his own sense of guilt, Grant motioned for the older woman to come closer. With a shrug, she nodded and walked the slow walk of one more than half submerged in water, until she got closer. Leaning forward, Grant held out his hand. When she hesitantly took it, he whispered to her.

“You’re mine.” As he whispered, a look of confusion settled across her face before a shudder seemed to ripple through her body before it settled into a look of muted rapture. As if she was contemplating letting out how good the surge of pleasure felt, but was trying to adhere to what he had said previously about being subtle and not wanting everyone to know.

“I’m yours!” She whispered back, a fierce glow of happiness and satisfaction in her eyes. “Girls, come on. You need to hear this. And, he’s right, he doesn’t need to be shouting this for the whole world to hear.”