A New Wrinkle

Tilting her head, Rachel did something that made me break out into a nervous sweat. She smiled. "Is that right, O'Jenus?" Jan paled a bit, realizing that, yet again, her internal rant was made external. I wondered if she had some kind of disorder where you speak your thoughts or something. Sounded like a real thing, but who knows?

I couldn't really see anyone else at the moment as my vision was partially obscured by my "first wife's" bountiful bust. ...I liked calling them things like that. "Bountiful bust" "magnificent melons"...I might call the breasts of other girls' in a similar fashion, but I felt Rachel deserved to have that all the time. I was weird that way. I wanted to protest to my continued...squeezing, but I also felt like now wasn't the time to interrupt her.

"Well now...that's different then!" Rachel exclaimed in a surprisingly cheery voice. I may have heard Jenny mumble something about a power trip. Releasing my head, Rachel instead latched on to my arm. "Johnny, what do you think? I certainly wouldn't mind it..." She had a twinkle in her eye that I hadn't seen since our first night together. And I had a feeling I knew why. Pecking order...none of the other girls had to call me "Master"...so that meant that Kim, Rachel, and Jenny would also be of higher rank than Willow and Jan.

Swallowing, I decided to give it a shot. "W...well...sure, okay...but I want everyone treated NICELY," I replied, hoping they'd listen. Hugging me, Rachel gave me a kiss. "Of course you do," she cooed. "You're the sweetest guy I know." I smiled a bit at that. "Which is why I know you wouldn't mind sharing your slaves with us." ...I knew it.

Willow shrugged, seemingly okay with the idea. Janice, on the other hand, had her jaw hanging open for a moment or two. Finally she regained some composure. "Li...like hell! I'm not...!" she began before Rachel wagged a finger at her. "Oh, I know you don't want to listen to us...but you will if Johnny says to, won't you? You wouldn't be a very good **** otherwise..." Janice went silent. Rachel had her and she knew it.

Whistling, Kim shook her head. "And you all call me the manipulative one," the alien teased. "So, the fight is over?" I looked around. Willow was gathering up her clothes and getting dressed while Janice had her eyes cast downward in defeat.

"Yeah, I think so," I answered. Kim grinned. "Then you better brace yourself." I puzzled over that statement. The meaning hit me just before Jenny did, bowling me over and pinning me to the floor. "Mmmmmmousey!" she squealed, grabbing me and rolling us around on the floor in a bizarre and energetic hug. As it slowed down, we rolled one last time, putting me on to p of her.

"My sweet lil' Mousey..." she purred, staring up into my eyes with ones that shimmered slightly from unshed tears of joy and an expression of happy adoration. Aww...she really could be adorable when she wasn't being a sneaky tease. I kissed her gently, making her let out a muffled sound of delighted contentment.

"I missed you too, Jenny," I whispered. A cleared throat got my attention. It was Kim, who held her arms out in the manner someone expecting a hug. Poking Jenny on the nose in a final show of affection, I climbed to my feet and approached the larger girl for an embrace.

I got what I deserved for thinking it was going to be a simple hug. Wrapping her arms around me, she took flight and spun herself around with me in her grasp. "Hated every second you were gone, cutie," she whispered. She seemed to be entirely back to normal, even calling me "cutie" again.

A sharp whistle interrupted the reunion. Willow had a sport's whistle in her mouth. It was connected to a chain around her neck. Must be how she got people's attention normally. When she realized she had mine, she pointed to Janice. I winced. The poor girl was ready to cry...if not already crying. She faced away from us, shoulders quivering.

I knew what I had to do. "Everybody...please clear out...except for you, Janice," I said. Willow did so immediately, but the others hesitated a moment before obeying.