Sweet Girl, Sweet Deal

You make sure your glamour makes you hot and sexy, but not to outrageously so. Your limo driver drops you off in front of Erica’s house.

She opens her door as you make it to the threshold and does a deep curtsy. Being soulless has done wonders for her fashion sense. She wears leg hugging sexy yoga pants and a form fitting top, which emphasizes her assets.

“Thank you for honoring me with your presence, Princess. Come in.”

You step inside and see an innocent looking, tan, brunette, with wide brown eyes.

“This is my friend, Emily. She wants to do a trial run of giving up her soul. I’ve told her how you’ll do a deal where she can have it back any time she asks.”

You smile at your thrall’s lie. “Of course. I’d be happy to make that deal with you. What is it you want for a boon, beauty?”

“No nothing like that. I…well…my boyfriend…”

“Yes, Emily.”

“My boyfriend wants me to be more dominant. You can do that right?”

You grin from ear to ear. “Give your soul to me and I’ll make it happen.”

“And, I can get it back?”

“Anytime you ask.”

“Ok. My soul is yours for a boon.”

You cross the room quickly, not giving her any chance to reconsider. You kiss her drawing out her soul. She stands there robotically. Erica laughs.

You lean in and whisper to her. “You never want your soul back. The whole idea of having a soul disgusts you.”

She relaxes a bit. You continue to whisper.

“Everything that ever made you happy is meaningless. You find all those things dull and boring.”

Her eyes grow sad.

“The only thing that really makes you happy is breaking a man, making him your dutiful ****. This makes you happier than all your old hobbies combined.”

You can almost see new wicked thoughts blossoming in her head.

“You enjoy the pain of others, especially men. It amuses you.”

Her eyes grow darker and crueler.

“You are superior. You were born to dominate.”

Her posture straightens and she takes on a more confident demeanor.

“You wear the old Emily’s personality as a mask, but your new personality is always in control.”

You watch her revert to looking like the old Emily, a dumb sweet smile plastered on her face. The smile never reaches her eyes, which remain dark and cruel.

“There Emily, I’m done. How do you feel? Do you like your boon?”

She licks her lips. “I like it very much. I can’t wait to break my boyfriend, then cuckold him. When I’m done he’ll eagerly help me break other men for my enjoyment.”

“So no more monogamy?”

“Fuck monogamy. That’s for those vanilla, souled, cows.”

You smile at your creation.

“And, Erica you now find the thought of dominating men very erotic.”

Erica grins evilly.

Emily laughs. “Thank you, Princess. I’m sure the two of us will be close and work tirelessly to expand our little soulless clique.”

You leave the girls to their work. The limo awaits.