A chance meeting

The next day, I'm parked on a street bench with Jezebel. We're watching the bookstore across the street. Jez reaches out and starts caressing my crotch.

“I appreciate the thought, but I need to focus right now. I ordered her to come here right at three o'clock.”

“Yes, my lord!” Jez pulls her hand back.

We wait a couple more minutes and then we see Sabra walk down the street and enter the book store.

“Okay, Jez. Time to go! Remember, be flirty, but not so much that we get kicked out of the store.”

“Yes, my lord!”

I send Sabra a message explaining how she should react when I enter the store. I figure she's jilled off while thinking about me six or seven times since yesterday, so she should be primed for this.

We walk into the bookstore a minute later, Jez holding onto my arm tightly. Sabra is at the front flipping through a book and, as I ordered, she looks up when we enter.

Again, it's hard not to look at her. She's my ideal woman, the perfect 10, and she's looking right at me. I smile at Jezebel and lead her to a back corner of the store. It's empty and the shelves are tall enough to block anyone's view of us. Perfect. I send a message to Sabra. “Follow the guy you saw at the restaurant. Don't let him see you, spy on him and his girlfriend. Forget these.”

I get behind Jez and pull her back against me. Her curvy ass grinds against my crotch. I reach around and cup one of her big breasts, squeezing it and making her moan a little. I kiss her neck, and she tilts her head to the side to give me better access. Technically this is all for show, but I'm not going to lie and say I don't enjoy it. These fucking huge tits really are nice.

I look around, as if I'm trying to make sure that nobody sees us. I'm pretty sure I see a glimpse of Sabra ducking behind a shelf, but I act like I don't. I continue squeezing Jez's big breasts as I reach down with my other hand and gently rub the crotch of her jeans. When her breathing gets heavy I lean in close to her ear and whisper, “Now.”

Jez takes an extra moment to enjoy what I'm doing, then she startles and yanks her phone out of her pocket as if it just vibrated. She pulls away from me and says, “Crap! I have to go! I'll see you at home, okay?”

“Yeah, no problem,” I say with a smile. I wave as she runs off, looking back at me longingly.

I turn around and act like I'm examining the books on the shelf. After a minute I pull out my phone and type a message to Sabra. “Go talk to him. Forget this.”

A couple seconds after I put away my phone, I hear Sabra clearing her throat from behind me. I turn around and smile at her. It's not a big goofy smile, like I'm sure every guy gives her when he first sees her, it's just a polite smile.

“Hi!" she says. "Were you in the Metropolis Diner for lunch yesterday?”

“Um, yeah? Why?” I ask suspiciously.

“So was I!” This should be awkward, but she makes it really cute. “I thought I saw you there, and it was such a coincidence running into you again, I thought the universe must be telling me to introduce myself. I'm Sabra!”

She holds out her hand. I take it. Wow, her hand is so small and delicate. “I'm Greg.”

Sabra shakes my hand for a little longer than normal. Before she lets go, she says, “So, that gorgeous redhead you were with at the restaurant. Is she your....”

I smile back. “She's my girlfriend.”

She stops shaking but doesn't let go of my hand. She tilts her head to the side and her smile turns coy as she says, “And that other girl you came in here with?”

It's not the time to act cute. I speak with the calmest, most self assured voice I can manage, as if what I'm about to say is the most normal thing in the world. “She's also my girlfriend. We're polyamorous, and we live together with a few other girls.”

Her eyes go wide, but she still speaks calmly. “Oh, that's cool! I'm actually poly, too. Well, I'm trying to be. I started dating a girl recently, and it seemed like she and all her lovers were pretty great, but she's flaking on me now.”

“Flaking? How?”

She lets out a sigh, as if she really needs to talk to someone about this. “Like, she went on a trip super last minute. No big deal, but then she texted me and told me to fly down and join her. I thought, “That sounds fun!” and I got the first flight here and went to meet her at the restaurant she suggested, but...”

“Is that the restaurant we were at yesterday?”

“Yeah...” says Sabra reluctantly.

“Did she ditch you?” I ask as if I never even noticed the smoking hot woman sitting alone across the aisle from me.

“Yeah, she ditched me, and she won't answer any of my messages or calls.” She gets real quiet for a moment. “This poly relationship thing seems super hard. How do you handle it?”

Wow, she's really opening up to me! I can definitely take advantage of this. “Let me ask you something. When you were with your ex...” I pause for a moment to see how she reacts to me referring to Amanda as her “ex”. I'm pretty sure there's a bit of sad acceptance in her eyes when I say that. “...was everyone treated equally?”

Sabra nods enthusiastically. “Definitely! We were all in it together, nobody played favorites!”

“See, that's where your ex fucked up. The thing that makes a relationship between a lot of people work is making sure that everyone knows their place.”

Sabra's pretty face tightens up at that. “Knows their place?”

“I know it sounds weird, but not everyone likes the pressure of having to compete for attention. Different people need different things from a relationship, so you need a strict hierarchy. You can have a bunch of people who are low level, and you can have one, and only one, queen. Then you need a king on top who everyone follows.”

Sabra bursts out laughing. She leans against a bookshelf and looks me up and down. Even with a day of fantasizing about me constantly and two days of not being able to look at anyone she finds attractive but me, hearing me call myself “the king” is hard to swallow. She looks at my chubby belly, takes in my whole appearance which even I would only rate as a 6 on a good day, and fights to control herself. “I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to laugh!”

I expected this, and I shrug as if it's nothing. “Don't worry about it. My girls aren't with me for my looks. I have other qualities.”

“Wait, everyone else in your polycule is just girls? No other guys?”

“Yep. Just girls. And they all know their place. I've got to go, but it was nice meeting you, Sabra.” I walk past her.

“Wait!” she says anxiously. “I... um... I really could use some more advice about poly relationships. Would you like to have dinner with me? My treat?”

“Sorry, but I'm not dating just anyone right now. I'm looking for someone special. Maybe I'll see you around.” I wave and walk away.

“Um, bye Greg.” Sabra waves weakly, having just been turned down for the first time in her life.

I go back to my car. I send her one more message for the day.

“When you are masturbating, refer to the guy from the restaurant as Greg instead of “the guy from the restaurant”. Add phrases like “I want to be Greg's queen” and “Greg should control me, but I want to control the other girls” to the things you say while working your pussy, but in your own words. Other women can be in your fantasies now, but only if they are submissive to Greg and you. Cancel your return flight. Go back to the Metropolis Diner for every meal you can. Spend as much time as possible in this bookstore. Forget these.”

I drive home wondering how long I should make her make her wait for the next step.