Taking Things Further

This isn't how you imagined it going. In your head, Phoebe should have been back at your place already, doing whatever you desired her to, with no complications or strings attached. But reality and fantasy are two very different things. Stephen is so obviously a nice guy. You instinctively like him. And while you are still very much taking his wife from him forever, you are determined to make things right first.

And so it is you find yourself standing behind the husband of the woman you have claimed for yourself as he sits at his PC, scrolling through a database of cursed candidates, to pick one of his own. His wife is standing next to you, fully naked and with her hand resting on your back, at least as invested in this as he is.

"No, not her, she looks brain dead" Phoebe instantly vetoes some pretty young thing Stephen had been hovering on for a while "We want someone with substance"

We? Phoebe does know that, once Stephen has selected his girl, she is coming straight back to yours with you, right? Apparently not.

"Sexist fuckers of the seventeenth century!" she complains "Why can't I claim someone? Though I suppose if the three of us pick a girl between us we can all effectively control her, giving commands through Stephen?"

Fuck! What have you created here?

"These are all your relatives, dear" Stephen reminds Phoebe.

"Barely" she shrugs "I am so far removed from every one of them that it hardly counts. They are strangers. Hot, sexy and potentially highly controllable strangers"

Stephen is still scrolling when Phoebe suddenly orders him to stop, leans over (her bare boob brushing shamelessly against your arm as she does) and takes control of the mouse.

"LOVE her! Love, love, love her"

She is enthusing over a very pretty blonde girl named Eliza.

She is certainly a standout among the group, and one had you strongly considered for yourself before ultimately going with Phoebe.

"She's certainly very nice looking" Stephen agrees.

"Nice looking? She's an absolute knockout!" Phoebe almost admonishes her husband for his lack of enthusiasm "You need to pick someone I am attracted to. You two are obviously going to command us to do stuff together, right? So that is only fair. Plus, look at her bio. She is well educated, liberal, highly accomplished for her age and can be here in less than an hour. What's not to like?"

"Fine, I'll give her a call" Stephen agrees dutifully, tapping the number you have helpfully located and added below Eliza's bio into his phone.

"You know who else would love one of these girls?" Phoebe links arms with you and walks away from her husband to allow him to make his call undisturbed "My brother. And actually my best friend as well, he's single. This database of yours, all the research you have done into this curse. It is incredible. We can do so much with it, with you and I as the power couple at the top of the chain. And, this should probably go without saying, but I am unbelievably flattered you chose to claim me out of all the beautiful girls on that list. That hasn't gone unnoticed or unappreciated"

She leans over and kisses you on the cheek. You should really do something to get this under control now. Command her to forget the database, to forget Eliza, leave her husband to it and come back to Lincoln to be with you, like you had intended from the start. But she is beautiful, brilliant, naked and looking at you with an awe and admiration that you didn't even order her to have for you. It is incredibly hard to go against that.

"She is on her way" Stephen announces as he hangs up the phone.

Phoebe is still clinging to you possessively, and her husband almost seems to accept that already.

"This is so exciting!" she grins "What are you guys going to make me and her do when she gets here?"