Ro3: Plot as Thick As Sharon's Cock

“Well, she did say fifty-fifty odds...” Jim muttered, gazing at the cheap plastic banner hanging over the name of the store, shouting 'CLOSED FOR RENOVATIONS' in a hideous red font. He must have walked by the store a dozen times in his search for the ring of three, but it looked so unassuming now that it was no wonder he hadn't taken notice of it again.

The display windows were covered with newspaper, occluding his vision of the inner workings of the store. He cursed under his breath, but tried the door out of desperation. To his surprise the door pulled open. Jim glanced around nervously, fortunately it was getting late and there weren't too many people left in the mall and nobody was looking in his direction. He opened the door just enough for him to slip inside and shut it behind him, locking it for good measure.

The shop was dark, his only guiding light was the slight glow slipping out from the space around the door-frame behind him, with it he could just barely make out the outline of the shelves and the counter. Figuring that the light switches would be in the back room he stumbled around in the dark, both hands close to his belt where he had tucked a wooden stake and a knife from a silverware set he had bought right after Shannon called. Vampires or werewolves, he was ready. Gypsies probably didn't like getting stabbed either.

Without knocking over too many trinkets he made it to the rear wall and felt around for a door. He didn't remember seeing one, but lots of retail outlets in the mall liked to hide their rear rooms. At one point he felt the wall give slightly, with a tentative push he heard a click and the door popped open towards him. The light from the entrance didn't reach this far back, looking in the darkness sent shivers down Jim's spine. He held his breath and listened silently for the tell tale sounds of another person waiting for him. Nothing. Not a single muted breath or shuffle. Jim released his breath and **** himself to relax as he groped around inside the back room looking for a light switch, there was a click and he was immersed in light.

The rear room was bizarre, not at all in keeping with the eclectic collection of trinkets and jewelry in the front. There was no stock to be seen, only a few empty shelves and a plain desk ornamented with one of those multi-line phones and book covered in a thin layer of dust. It looked as though the place hadn't been used in a month, if not longer. Jim was about to head back into the front, when he glanced at the book again. At first he had assumed that it was an accounting book, but now that he really looked at the thing it seemed far too thick to be that sort of thing. Jim sat himself down and opened the cover to unveil the pages within.

It was an almanac of some kind, various lunar cycles, planetary alignments and constellation positions with notes on which generated increased gravitational, electric and magnetic forces on Earth, as well as the expected resulting weather patterns. Jim referenced a couple tables in the front of the book and flipped over to the equivalent of today's date. Again more star charts and notes, but someone had written in the margin...

Full Moon, Hyades Visible, Gemini In Prominence: The Stars Are Right, And The Twins Come Of Age

“Like what you see?”

Jim jumped out of his seat, knocking his chair to the ground and screaming for all he was worth as he spun about to face the intruder. It was the woman from earlier, unmistakable though she'd put on a black trench coat, totally at odds with her glimmering jewelry and otherwise light clothing. Actually perhaps not, her white blouse was all the more noticeable against the black of her coat, forcing Jim's gaze to her mountainous breasts again. They pushed her jacket to either side, looking all the more defined for the dark frame surrounding them. Her nipples were slightly stiffened against the flimsy material, and... And Jim was allowing himself to get distracted again. He needed to focus, Sharon's pussy was on the line.

“Where did you come from,” he squeaked.

“Where did you come from,” she responded immediately.

“I asked you first.”

“Déjà vu,” she replied with a bemused smile. “Alright, I came back to lock up. Just as well I did, shall we get you that ring you passed up earlier? I've been keeping it warm for your lady friend.”

“Forget about your ring, the first one's already given me enough trouble!” Jim shouted, with a courage he didn't quite feel.

“You should have trusted your instincts, you knew my ring was perfect for your girl but you went with a far more dangerous gift instead.”

“My instincts also told me not to trust you.”

“Why? Am I so terrifying?”

“M... Maybe...” He admitted sheepishly. “Just who the hell are you, anyway!?”

She shook her head at his question and with one swift motion withdrew something from her coat. Reflexively Jim's hand went for the stake tucked in his belt, but fell away when he saw what was in her hand. “My card. My name is on there.” Cautiously he snatched the business card from her and glanced down at it, taking a step back against the desk first so that he could keep her well within his peripheral vision in case she made a move for his neck. The card was high quality, beveled and embossed, the borders trimmed in gold ink. In the dead centre of the card was a single name in black ink so dark Jim felt as though he was staring into the void of the night as he read the bold lettering:

Napea T Lothry

“Napea?” Jim had to admit that the name suited her, it was almost as pretty as her bracelets and breasts.

“I've been called many things, but none so sweet as Napea. Do you like the name? It feels so exotic to pronounce, doesn't it? I know it sounds African, but it means nymph in Latin.”

“So you're a nymph?”

“I didn't say that.”

“A vampire then.”

She actually laughed at that one, “I'm a bit tanned for that, aren't I? And I can assure you that I don't sparkle.”

Not a vampire. That was a mixed blessing. His stake wouldn't be as handy, but if she got all hairy he'd still have his silver knife. His hand twitched as he thought of his weapon, the woman really put him on edge as much as she turned him on. Maybe it was her piercing green eyes, or the fact that she was in better shape than any woman he'd ever met, but more likely it was that aura of confidence she seemed to radiate. It was as if nothing could touch her and she knew it beyond a doubt.

“Just tell me how to fix it and I'll be out of your sweet silken hair. I mean, your hair.” God, what was she doing to him?

“Fix what, my dear? You'll have to be more specific.”

“You know what! What can I do to fix all this stuff your stupid ring of three did to my girlfriend and her family!”

“What the ring of three did to them? No, I'm afraid it was all you.” Jim wasn't sure if it was his imagination but Napea's eyes seemed to grow dark as she continued to speak. “You were given so much power and within ten minutes you used it for vengeful and lecherous purposes, blaming the ring for what happened is like blaming a stone you cast for causing an avalanche. What's more you only came running back to me when it affected you. There was no remorse for what you did to the girl in the mall, only for the loss of a power not even meant for you. You have refused my company not once but twice, so why should I help you now?”

Jim's face fell, his mind reeling. Napea was right, of course, her dark eyes saw right through him.

“You're... You're right. I don't deserve the ring. I don't even deserve Sharon, but... But Sharon doesn't deserve what happened to her! Please... Please help me make things right.”

The exotic woman cocked an eyebrow and looked down at him. There was a long silence before she spoke again. “The ring has one more power, a last chance to undo the changes it has wrought. I will not tell you of this power as you have proven your ineptitude, but if you give me the chance I will tell it directly to those you have wronged.”

Jim almost agreed on the spot, after all Napea hadn't lied to him before even if she was exceptionally good at sidestepping his inquiries, but something needled him in the back of his mind. Shannon had warned him about something like this. She was fishing for an invitation. Damn, Shenanigans was sharp! It was no wonder she had gone to that fancy private school. Jim didn't count himself as the dullest knife in the drawer either. He picked up the phone, dialed Sharon's number and handed the phone to the woman.

She actually scowled at him as she took the phone, nonetheless true to her word she waited for someone to answer. Not wanting to meet the eyes of the man that had bested her she turned around to speak.

“Hello? Who am I speaking with? Ah, hello Joan, a pleasure to speak with you.” A pause as the person on the other end spoke, “Myself? An acquaintance of Jim's. I have something to tell you Joan. Even if someone has been changed three times they may wear the ring and change themselves once more. If they do not undo their changes then it would require someone truly extraordinary to return them to normalcy, unfortunately Jim is rather zealous about not inviting extraordinary people to his girlfriend's abode so use that last change wisely. Farewell Joan.”

She turned around to put the phone back, only to spin into Jim's waiting knife, thrust directly between her titanic breasts. She looked down at the dark red blossoming across her pure white blouse, like a carnation blooming in the snow, and fell to the ground.

“That's for Sharon you stupid bitch!”

Jim ran, heart pounding as he made for the exit. Another shiver running down his spine when he realized that the door was still locked from when he had first entered. It didn't matter though, the mystery of how the crazy bitch had entered the shop would die with her. For now it was time to play the part of the big damn hero and help change back Sharon.

There was a shortage of perfect breasts in this world, it seemed a pity to damage her own. She stood and withdrew the knife from her chest, examining the glimmering metal beneath her dark red blood. Silver. Of course. Wherever did people pick up these superstitions? She tossed the knife aside and placed the phone back on the receiver only to pick it up once again. She had to admit that things hadn't gone precisely as she had expected, but if they always did then where would the excitement be?

She struck the redial button idly playing with one of her golden necklaces as it rang. The second ring was cut off early as a familiar voice graced her ears, “H... Hello?”

“Hello Joan, it's me again. It seems as though Jim has run out on me again and once again has neglected my party invitation. Would you kindly invite me over?”

“Umm... Okay... Sure, I'm... I'm sure Sharon wont mind...”

“Excellent.” Her dark red lips curled upwards in an equally dark smile.

*written by FK