Tina

“Hey, feeling like doing a DS9 marathon, you in?”

You couldn’t help but smile a little at that. Tina was had a hidden nerd side that she didn’t let out often, and you felt kind of privileged to be one of the few people she was willing to share that with. You tapped out a response and got out of bed, maybe some time with friends would be good for you with all the madness going on.

-

Tina greeted you with a fist bump and ushered you inside to the living room where she had laid out snacks and soda, the Star Trek theme playing on the tv. “I was tossing up between this and TNG, but I don’t think I can handle Picard’s profundity right now.” She considered you for a moment, “so what was the Chapman house like?”

“A palace,” you replied, sitting down next to her on the sofa. “They had a house maid prepare dinner.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep, and Stacey’s mom-“

“-has got it going on?”

You snorted a little. “Well, yes, but also she’s kind of got a stepford wives thing. It’s very weird.”

“No wonder Stacey’s such a bitch. Her dad’s a serial killer and her mom’s a robot.” She chewed on her lip for a moment. “So I guess she’s your girlfriend now?”

“I’m just doing this to find out what’s going on with her dad,” you reassured. “It’s not…not real, you know?” A silky thought came to mind, and you couldn’t help but give voice to it. “You’re not jealous, are you?”

Tina blushed deeply. “N-no, of course not! I just…I just don’t want my friend to get herpes from that skank, is all.”

A deep an awkward silence followed. The two of you pretended to watch the tv, but it was all you could do not to squirm in discomfort as you looked at each other out of the corner of your eyes. Eventually it was too much, and you stood up, “bathroom,” you said.

“You know where it is.”

You made your way through the Harding household until something caught your ear. A soft a breathy sound coming from the master bedroom. You hesitated only a moment before creeping forward. The door was slightly ajar and within you granted a peek into one of the hottest things you had ever seen.

Mrs Harding sat completely naked. Her glorious tits rising and falling, covered in a sheen of sweat and she furiously played with herself.

“Yes,” she moaned, breathlessly, “oh god what’s wrong with me? I can’t…can’t stop thinking about him,” her fingers worked at her clit, frenetically, “Mike…fuck me, get deep inside, breed me…”

The ring on your finger thrummed with power and energy. She’s calling to you, a voice whispered, and in that moment you felt yourself overcome with a deep and ungodly longing. Your dick strained in your pants, aching to be unleashed on the entranced, corrupted woman.