White sweats and cold knuckles.

You sit up in bed, your gut impacting with Chrissy’s head just as she’s going in for your morning bj. You can still feel Eris’ kiss burning on your forehead, like her words were etched with fire into your brain. Beth and Tammy are already out of bed, so you just pull her close and hold onto her like a lifeline. Hold her until you stop shaking.

“You gonna be ok?”

You **** a smile for Chrissy.“Yeah. Bad dreams.” Her look of concern about breaks your heart, and you have half a mind to confess everything you know about the Multiplier. It’s just a fleeting thought though and you shake your head. “Nothing to worry about. I’m just stressed.”

Her slender fingers wrap around your cock. “Let me take care of that for you.”

The check is in the mailbox when you finally get moving, and if anyone at the insurance company wondered why they were paying out $900,000 on a $90,000 house, they didn’t say anything. The house is everything Chrissy promised and you begin haggling immediately with the realtor. The owner is asking $210,000 which is actually pretty ducking reasonable for the location. It’s in good shape, we’ll kept up, and fairly modern. If it suffered much from the flood in 2012 that damage has been repaired (during the flood, which was the result of three days of nonstop rain, the city was about 40% underwater. Most of the homes in the lower portion of the area suffered in some way, and it was only a few blocks away where the polar bear broke out of the zoo and started swimming down the street). You make a counter offer of a hundred sixty thousand, and the realtor looks at you like you’re insane until you say the magic word.

Cash.

After a hasty phone call you shake hands with the realtor and walk away with the keys. The rest of this is just going to be paperwork. And a matter of finding a bank that’ll give you 1,600 hundred dollar bills. You don your Marcus Woolshire voice and start making phone calls.

By bedtime that night you’ve already lined up a contractor for renovations, managed to convince an incredulous bank manager that a check that big is real, and started looking around for a business that can be converted to a dance studio for Chrissy.

Friday morning comes without incident except for you cumming in Beth’s mouth for the first time in almost a week. The afternoon is spent dealing with business related to the house, setting up bank accounts in all the girls’ names, and researching Rasputin on the internet. Seeing a picture of him, you can now make out the resemblance to Novak. And to yourself.

It makes sense that Eris was in part behind the Russian Revolution. The chaos that ensued would have fed her for decades. The intriguing part of the rabbit hole your research leads you down is finding out about Grand Duchess Anastasia. The legend that she somehow survived the purge of the royal family has always caught the imagination of the public, and although in recent years that legend has been debunked... well science has also “proven” that Rasputin’s 13 inch cock is preserved in formaldehyde in a museum in St. Petersburg, and that his very dead body was fished out of the Malaya Nevka River. Given the strange abilities of the Multiplier you’re not willing to discount anything at this point.

You’re sitting in your car in the parking lot of Builders Saloon, going over all the shit that you’ve spent your day doing when it occurs to you that you haven’t even looked at the multiplier since you left Bemidji. You also haven’t used The Stranger yet to try to dodge your hearing. You pull up the interface and go through everyone in the St. Louis County workgroup, flagging The Stranger on each of the 25 people who have a profile. It’s shockingly easy to obliterate memories of you, which makes you shudder when you think of all the power you’ve amassed in just a couple weeks, then think of how much Rasputin must have acquired in over a century. The implications are terrifying, which brings you back to something Eris implied. That you would gain more power as you brought more women into your little “family”.

Speaking of family, you look into that workgroup, reviewing the thumbnail profiles:

• Maureen June Nibornski: 100/100/100/100
• Bethany Rose Nibornski: 100/100/100/65
• Christine Amanda Anderson: 100/100/100/53
• Codi Anne Dahlberg: 60/30/75/65
• Devin Marie Dahlberg: 55/35/65/60
• Tammy Lisa Raye: 100/100/100/100
• Janet Dahlberg: 100/85/100/65

Oddly enough, Tammy and Jan are now also part of that workgroup. The twins seem to have recovered from their violation at your hands, and Jan clearly enjoyed watching it. Voyeur fetish?

You back out and check Melissa’s profile:

Melissa Lynn Lundberg

Age: 33

Relationship: Acquaintance

Sexual Orientation: Straight (Bi-Curious)

Bio: I grew up in Wilmar Minnesota, a town notable for having a ridiculously small shopping mall and not much else. I married my high school sweetheart and we moved to St. Cloud where he had a job in construction lined up. Cloud is alway building up, getting bigger, so Joe alway has lots of work. While he was at it he studied for his contractor’s certification, and I took the opportunity to go to business school, figuring I’d manage his office when he struck out on his own.

I was attending a night class when the fire broke out in our apartment building. Someone fell asleep smoking in the basement apartment. Probably would have been ok if the pilot light on their stove wasn’t out. There were no survivors.

Joe was on a union gig, so the insurance payout was workable. I transferred to Marshall’s U of M and switched to Fire Science. It’s funny how life pushes you in weird directions. My Business credits transferred so i was able to finish the program in three years, then spent another two finishing my business degree.

After graduation, I went for further training with the DNR and spent the next two years fighting wildfires. Last year I got the Fire Marshal post in Carlton County, and I’ve spent that time building a solid investigative team and making my bones as a woman in a predominantly male field. The arson investigation that lead me to you is actually the third in a string that have been plaguing the area over the last few months, so I was pretty sure it would play out the same way. Unknown instigator. Molotov cocktail. Total destruction. It’s damn lucky that there wasn’t any loss of life this time.

I find you fascinating, so I’m taking a chance here and letting myself have human contact that isn’t one of my team. It’s kind of scary actually.

Skills: Fire Science (Bachelor of Science) Business Management (Bachelor of Arts)Vocal Training (High School and church Choir)

Current Status: Sipping on a Rolling Rock, convinces I’ll be stood up.

Statistics:

Affection: 20 (I find your confidence intriguing. )

Trust: 20 (I trust you about as much as I do any lawyer.)

Love: 0

Lust: 15 (You’re pretty cute.)

Well, you’re primed for this now that you know some more about her. The woman is literally on a quest to fight fires, and would probably do so with a weapon if she could. Let’s see if you can get her into bed...

You adjust your trilby, straighten your red silk tie, and walk toward the door.