Knowledge is power

"In that case, how… no. What is your end goal for you using the Journal?” you say, deciding to work from the big questions.

Kelpie frowns. After a couple of heartbeats she sighs and locks eyes with you. “My old end goal was to improve myself, my loved ones, and the world, in that order. Now… my end goal is more about justice and victory. Satisfied?”

You consider it. You could insist on details, but if she could be vague, then so could you.

Justice. Did she lose the Journal for awhile and wants ****? Did someone wrong her before she got the book? Is the justice against you?

Victory. Over whom? Me? The prior owner of her Journal? Or maybe the Rulebook.

“I’ll assume so,” she says, tired of waiting for your reply. “How important is keeping the Rulebook to you?”

Your eyes widen at her directness, but at least it gives you flexibility. “A lot. I can do a great deal with it and I’ve not had much power before. I would fight to keep it,” you confess.

Kelpie keeps her face indecipherable and takes another bite.

“How do you see me?” you ask.

Kelpie coughs. “Well… you’re not the best I’ve meant, but sure as fuck not the worse. A horny, but smarter-than-most 18-year-old student with god-like powers? I’ll place my cards on the table and say I don’t want you to lose the Rulebook unless you endanger me, my goals, or act like a dickweed.”

You weigh the response for a bit. “So, as a partner?” you follow up.

She smiles, “More a subordinate. We’ll see how these other questions go before we decide who’s on top. My last question. Since you’ve gotten the Rulebook, who have you had sexual interactions with?”

You blink and open and close your mouth incredulously. “Who have… huh?”

Kelpie is solemn again.

You compose yourself. “Only with the one customer, Ruth,” you head gesture to her. “My turn again. Who are the other people involved? Who are your friends and foes?”

“You are good at this. I would have been wasting my first few questions,” Kelpie says while walking over sits across from you. She takes her shoes off and forms an eager, almost rapacious grin. “Do you like feet?” she asks as she brings rubs them against your calf.

You shrug, trying to stay cool. “They’re fine. I wouldn’t say I have a foot fetish for them. And your suppose to be answering my questions,” you complain as she moves her feet past your knees.

Her broad, ruby lips pouted a little as she slides down her seat some to bring her feet now rubbing against your hardening groin. “Second thing first, no. That doesn’t count as a question and we’re out of questions to exchange. I said I’d exchange something else… maybe,” she counters.

Her toes are now tracing over your balls and you feel your resistance weakening. “And first thing second, as your probably noticing, you don’t have to fetish for it to enjoy it. I doubt you have a hand fetish, but it looked like Ruth’s hands gave you a fine time.”

You nod in near defeat. Kelpie smirks and tracks one foot after the other against the length of your shaft. “So, I will answer your next questions while doing this. Do you agree?”