There’s someone on the phone for you.

Let me talk to her. Diamond said.

I pulled off my headphones and slid them over her head. “Your mother wants to talk to you,” I said, catching her casually as she tried to turn, though I discovered that she could, in fact, blush even more than she had so far.

“WHAT?!?”

I didn’t repeat myself, simply holding her in place, so Diamond could speak to her.

I stepped back and took another drink of my soda as I watched her. She didn’t turn around, and tried to speak quietly, but I was like four feet away.

“No, I didn--”

“How did you know about--”

She positively squirmed, which was basically giving me a free show, as her ass wriggled in that tiny dress.

“But, he--”

“Yes, mom.”

“Yes, mom.”

“But--”

“Yes, mom.”

“Yes, mom,” she turned around and looked at the floor, “Mom says to put it on speaker.”

I did.

Diamond’s voice came out.

“Okay, let’s be clear. Romy came over to your place to seduce you, because she is jealous. Of the man her mother is fucking. Not of me, for getting the best sex of my fucking life. And because of her little fetish, she cast it all in the light of mind control.”

Damn, Diamond was all in on the gaslighting, I guess. I wondered what she’d seen and chosen, but, uh, I wasn’t going there without talking to her, without Romy present.

“Now, what the two of you do is your business, but no hiding behind it being about saving me from Eli’s evil clutches.”

Romy nodded, and the phone beeped, but I could tell Diamond hadn’t actually hung up, the tone was wrong.

“Well, well, well--” I started, smugly, but then she fucking collapsed into a chair and I felt bad.

”You must think I’m a fucking idiot.”

“No. I think…you were engaged in motivated reasoning. And were foolish. But you were also brave.”

“Motivated reasoning?”

“Look, I don’t know what Diamond was talking about about a fetish, but, come on, woman gets a new boyfriend, allegedly, and her behavior changes has a lot more explanations than mind control. And even if it was some sort of influence…uh, why would it be me doing it, or in control of it? Like, your family’s rich, but not ‘rich.’ If I had that sort of power, why aren’t I married to one of the Kanes, or something? Even in your version of events, wouldn’t I be more likely to be a hired hand, or even a whore, than a mastermind?”

She had started out nodding because she was glad to hear anything that wasn’t ‘yep, you’re a fucking idiot,’ but by the end, she was actually thinking.

“I guess…”

“So, why were you jumping to conclusions?”

“I--you already figured it out, didn’t you?”

“I mean, your guess, the outfit, the recording device…if I was the sort of man who was sleeping with a very, kinky, married woman, than this all might look a lot like a roleplay scenario we might come up with where the woman was ‘****’ to confront her fetish and admit it. To admit that she came into the lair of a mindcontrolling harem master all alone, dressed to fuck, because she wanted to be taken. Wanted to be added to his harem. Wanted to take a place within it. Wanted to take her mother’s place within it.”

Her legs were rubbing together under the table and her skin was flushed as dark as it could get, her eyes locked on mine as she swayed slightly, prey, locked in the gaze of a predator. I didn’t move. She was closer to the door. If she wanted to run, she could.

A light tongue flicked out over her lipstick-covered lips, drawing attention to her dick-sucking lips, as I hardened in my pants. “You do that sort of thing with mom?”

“NDA. But I’ve done that sort of thing with women, yes. Now, tell me the truth, what did you want when you came here?”

“To…to be the hero. Yes, you’re right, you would control me and fuck me, but then…I’d defeat you and be the hero…” +3 SP (Romy: +64)

That was progress, but she was obviously leaving something out. “Finish,” I ordered.

“But…I’d still be under your control. The hero, but also your sexdoll whenever you got out of prison, or called, I’d have to come and cum.” +6 SP (Romy: +70)