Time to take charge!

I honestly don't know where this sudden sense of courage came from. Any other time, and the tandem glare/confused glance would have me quivering in fear. "The fuck?!" Jan seemed truly confused and a little put off by my un-characteristic glare. Rachel had an almost timid look in her eyes, the notion that I managed to partially tame one of the most devious, and ruthless Tamaranians in the 'galaxy', fresh in her mind. "When did you grow a-WIMPH!?!" I could here Rachel groan softly as I clapped a hand over a flabbergasted fire-brand Irish Pixy. "No....you listen to me Janice O-Janus...." I glanced over to Rachel and with a narrow glare, I nodded in her direction. "You too Missy." With a quick and direct motion, I pointed to the floor directly at my feet. "Or you two can be....um..." No no NO!! Not now! Gotta keep the momentum! "You can be treated like the disobedient little bitches you are!!"

Rachel was visibly shivering as she looked up at me in a way I've never seen before. To be honest, the way she stared at me kinda....well...it kinda freaked me out just a bit. She didn't seem angry. God I hope she doesn't hate me after this.... Trying in vain to keep my teeth from chattering, I glanced over to Jan. Woah.....I think I hit some kind of trigger situation... Jan was panting and heaving in very visible arousal as her tight green jumpsuit was being strained by her very visible nipples, beads of sweat rolled down her neck as a deep maroon flush quickly spread across those pale freckled cheeks.