Safehouse and a team

I took Max's car. Changes or not the asshole deserved his car stolen and I wanted my house as far away as possible right now. I sent a text to Megan and tried to keep strong reading it again.

"He got to Max, lost him and Laura today."

I drove for awhile before seeing a response:

"I'm sorry...wanna talk?"

No I didn't. I resisted the worst temptation of my life with the very woman I was texting. I stayed strong, proving how much I cared for Laura. And she...she didn't even recognize my face when I caught her. She didn't show any regret. Hell she tried to gaslight me into it being okay to do! All because some twisted fuck stole some old ass book! This was ridiculous! How could anyone express any of this or have any insight? How many people had this happen to them?

If I don't do anything soon quite a few. I thought and slammed the wheel. I sighed and turned left while using voice commands to send a response, "Yeah. I'll be by in five."

Walking in I saw the gorgeous blonde and a dark part of me wanted to give in. To get her back by fucking Megan right here and now. But I already knew that would do nothing but complicate things. And I didn't want **** on Laura. If she felt even more temptation than I did with Max then she couldn't help herself. All that mattered was figuring out how to reverse it and then catching this guy and asking Megan what the most painful **** was in that stupid book. Then I would burn that thing so nobody would ever experience this pain.

I guess all this was going through my head for awhile because she just frowned and stepped aside silently, letting me walk in. We went to a couch and sat in silence for what felt like an eternity. Finally Megan spoke, "If it means anything, those aren't the people you know anymore. Even me...I am just aware of my change and can keep control over most of it."

"Most of it?"

The blonde looked away and curled her hair behind her ear, "Well I'm basically a temptress. I like attention. I crave men to think and do naughty things with me. Any time I try to put on something to wear it's at the front of my mind. I honestly can't think about anything else. How my tits look, is my ass prominent? How do I look when I reach for something? What is the aesthetic I'm trying to go for?" She shook her head, "And you try to grab a sweater and show those thoughts but then you realize later you chose a tight fitting sweater and nothing else while you roamed your house with all the blinds up. This is all coming from the girl who had some gross ass mixture so I could stop the full process. Max is nothing more than a fetish inspired puppet. A loose end the guy tied up. And if we don't put some pressure on him first then we are just sitting ducks waiting for his next move." She paused, "Wait you said he. I just kind of went with it. Did you see him?"

"Barely," I groaned and leaned back, "Just a figure on a security cam."

"Details." Megan ordered.

I closed my eyes, "I don't know! He was a dude. Some creepy asshole. Thin, average height, he wore a jacket with a hood. I couldn't really see much with the hood up."

The blonde placed her laptop on her thighs and began typing. I opened my eyes and took a moment to admire how perfect her thighs and legs were. It almost made some of the pain fade before I snapped myself to the screen. She turned to me, "So the book went missing four days ago. It was accounted for during our debate practice I had after school. So this was anywhere between nine in the evening and seven in the morning when it was reported missing."

"Uh huh...." I was lost. This sounded like a clue but I had no idea how to use it.

"So a few days ago rumor gets out that a book in our classroom can change people and cast weird pervy magic. Obviously this intrigued whoever stole it. We had it sitting around for three months with no problems. So this is most likely someone from our class, or at least the East Wing which are all history and similar. Then narrow that down to males that are enrolled in classes in the East Wing. Then we can narrow further by build. I might just be able to rig up a simple program that I can use to sort the guys in the student list here. We go picture to picture and look into their records for their height and weight."

I raised my eyebrow. Shit I was kinda smart but Megan blew me away, "Damn Megan, you always been so amazing?"

"Yes," she giggled and bumped shoulders with me, "But last night I got a bit of an upgrade I guess. But focusing! This would leave us with every guy matching the build of the thief in the department that would most likely have heard about the book. BUT THERE'S MORE!" She cheered dramatically, "The whole place is locked down and patrolled at night. And with those card key locks too! So either this person is a fucking mastermind thief which I seriously doubt if he was caught on camera later in a public gym, or he has a card."

I leaned closer, I could smell this asshole. Weird phrasing. Whatever. "I doubt many people have cards."

Megan frowned, "Well actually...a decent number. Anybody who leads or co-leads like a community or project, or does research all have them. Faculty staff all have them. Teachers and similar all have them. I did a quick search on the student forums and none are reported missing which is a seriously good thing for us. Give me like an hour of work and I think I could make a list of suspects."

I was inspired I hugged the woman and before I knew it our lips locked. After a minute we pulled back and I blushed. "I...uh..."

Megan just smiled and wiggled her legs, "You're keen on getting your life back and you got excited. I get it."

"Thanks. Should we like...get a team?" I asked.

The beautiful nerd looked up at me curious, "Team?"

I nodded, "Every movie there's like a team. Plus if we end up like Max then at least we spread the fire this guy has to try and put out. If we are sitting ducks we might as well make it hard for him. He thinks he got you. He got the others. I hope he doesn't recognize me, I dealt with my car. I have a few friends from school we can bring."

She pouted her lips making me stare at them, "I dunno...it makes sense but it carries a big risk. We invite the person doing this to the team and it's over."

I stood firm, "If we don't invite anyone to the team pretty soon it will also be over."

The blonde hesitated before giving me a warm smile. "I trust you. If it wasn't for you then we'd all be lost. Just I would keep the team small and secret for now."

I nodded and left her to concentrate on making a list while I looked through my phone to assemble a team to take this asshole down.