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Reggie abruptly stumbled, missing a step on the shaped slate paver path extending up from the sidewalk to Eve's, (or rather his now), front door, intently focused on attaching his new jewel encrusted watch to right hand.

"Enough with this fucking thing!", he exclaimed in exasperation, still fumbling to clasp the solid gold band of Todd Sr's former expensive time piece around his wrist. His frustration clearly evident on his rutted brow, he thrust the Rolex in his jeans pocket before turning to vent his annoyance on what appeared to be a tennis ball that had almost sent him reeling.

"Godamn McKenzie and her fucking tennis", Reggie audibly cursed as he watched the ball launch from his extended foot to steadily bounce down his drive and carom off the mail box to continue to roll across the street.

Perhaps making an example of McKenzie would be the perfect remedy to relieve his growing tension, he grinned to himself while watching the tennis ball skip over the opposite street curb. Reggie continued to track the ball with growing curiosity as it took one final bounce before settling before the left front wheel of Saundra Collins' gleaming white Jaguar.

A wicked smile spread across Reggie's thin lips as he watched McKenzie's ball lay still in it's final resting place beside Saundra's high priced status symbol. He had every intention of returning home for a brief respite before his anticipated date with the personality twisted Tuesday so as to conserve his strength for what was sure to be a lengthy evening of christening each of her virgin holes.

But this was almost too perfectly coincidental to ignore.

Reggie had never been one to place stock in a ridiculous notion as intangible as fate; he firmly believed that people made their luck and were masters of their own destiny, not pawns in some cosmic game of chess.

Smiling smugly with conviction punctuated by an affirmative head nod, Reggie thrust both hands in his jeans pockets and casually strolled towards the impressive 3 story brick structure Saundra Collins called home.

Reggie crossed the street at a leisurely pace and continued to walk along the red brick pavers arranged in a herringbone pattern along the length of the semicircular driveway centered at her front door. He climbed the three steps similarly brick clad to match the driveway and paused with fist extended right before knocking on the solid stained oak door marking entrance to her home.

"Hmmm…..", Reggie thought to himself, paused fist still poised inches from the richly grained wood surface in the act of knocking. His smile bloomed mischievously on wicked lips as he thought back to his visit with Miss Zoie Singleton and her client Miss Sharon Stapelton. Recalling the experience, he rather enjoyed testing his powers on the two beautiful unsuspecting subjects and felt he had only scratched the perverted potential of the promising new technique.

Reggie retracted his hand and concentrated to project his thoughts in a controlled radius to encompass the brick clad house before him:

"YOU CAN NOT HEAR OR SEE REGGIE AND ARE COMPLETELY UNAWARE OF HIS ACTIONS OR PRESENCE. WHEN REGGIE SPEAKS YOUR NAME, YOU WILL INSTANTLY ACCEPT, PREFORM, OR ADOPT THE COMMAND IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWING AS IF THE THOUGHT WERE YOUR OWN. NOTHING YOU EXPERIENCE WHILE IN REGGIE'S PRESENCE WILL ALARM YOU!"

Satisfied with his staging, Reggie turned the polished brass knob to enter the Collins estate; allowing the creaking door to close slowly behind him.

Reggie entered the spacious foyer to the sounds of light conversation flowing through the brightly lit corridors from deeper within Miss Collins' expansive residence. Though slightly muffled, he recognized the distinct voice of Saundra along with her invited guest rise in intensity as he grew closer to the source while continuing to traverse the richly decorated house. He whistled merrily as he turned to round one final corner to enter a substantial kitchen bathed in sunlight through expansive floor to ceiling windows along the perimeter walls and large skylights above.

To gaze upon the well shaped visage of his greatest adversary.

"……stupid bitch looks like she's got a fist up her cunt", Miss Saundra Collins spoke with her tight skirted ass and wide womanly hips lazily propped to rest against the raised marbled countertop peninsula bar separating living room from kitchen. She sipped casually from a martini glass containing some pink tinted liquid while gazing at the large flat screen television mounted above sizable brick fireplace in the adjacent living room beyond. Saundra accented her witty jab with a tinkling laugh, causing her generous C-cup tits to jiggle enticingly beneath her stylish cream silk blouse falling to rest at each supple elbow. Reggie noticed she appeared to be occupied with mocking the broadcasting of what Reggie recognized as the channel 11 news network currently airing on the television screen through the living room.

"And look at her fucking EYES!", her blonde haired companion spoke from the opposite side of the room, also quite engaged in critiquing the on-air performance of their syndicate rivals. "Um, like, telegraph off the teleprompter much?", the woman continued with a slight snort before shedding her stylishly tailored black wool blazer to drape atop one of many high backed wood chairs ringing a moderately sized antique breakfast table. She reached to run well manicured hands through her thick mane of loosely curled shoulder length flaxen locks while reaching to extract a compact from her black leather clutch purse resting on the table top to examine her tastefully applied make up.

Reggie recognized the woman as Kayla Brighton, Saundra's on air colleague and apparent acquaintance who currently served as Channel 9's current 'flavor of the week' weather girl. After applying a thick layer of cherry red lip gloss accompanied by a satisfied SMACK to coat the substance evenly along puffy bee-stung lips, Kayla turned to strut from the chair she had deposited her designer blazer with calculated steps in closed toe red satin heels. Having reached the kitchen island peninsula, She paused to slide long slender fingers capped with deep red glossy nails along the plumb globes of tight skirted ass before seating herself on a black leather topped bar stool opposite Saundra. Kayla lazily raised wide rimmed martini glass to sip at her pink hued beverage while casually plucking an errant strand of lint from her ruby red satin blouse before once again joining Saundra in dissection of their on-screen opponents.

Despite Reggie's continued whistling unintentionally announcing his approach, neither women noticed his arrival due to his telepathic instructions still firmly in place. A devilish grin slowly spread along thin lips as he strolled purposely into Saundra's spacious modern styled kitchen towards the two women still engaged in condescending banter.

Reggie briefly stopped in mid step, visibly shuddering as he felt his skin crawl from Sandra's lilting voice; evoking nausea as he recalled unpleasant memories of their frequent encounters. As he recalled, their past confrontations had always concluded with Reggie feeling helpless to defend himself against her commanding authority and dominant temperament; their conversations somehow always ended leaving him the victim of her verbal tongue lashing.

Today, things would be quite different.

With retribution so close at hand, he decided to not waste any precious time and immediately begin the festivities.

"I hear Leslie Stratton is their new director", Saundra continued after her blonde associate seated herself. Kayla crossed shapely legs beneath knee length black wool skirt while continuing to primp her stifly-sprayed coif; her jade green eyes fixed on the television as Saundra spoke. "Once again picking up OUR scraps after we sacked that worthless BITCH", Saundra went on while picking a baby carrot off an assorted tray on the adjacent countertop to delicately nibble the vegetable between perfect rows of brilliant white teeth.

"Did you know she's a fucking dike?" Saundra asked haughtily, reaching to replace the baby carrot she had just devoured with another from the plate before her, "she actually hit on me once after a tap-ING!", the last word escaped her scarlet painted lips as a slight YELP as Reggie approached from behind to plant his right hand heavily on her protruding white skirted ass cheeks to roughly knead the firm flesh beneath smooth silk fabric.

Reggie reached around with left hand to pluck the carrot from Saundra's red lacquered fingers while roughly groping her taught ass through the thin material of her skirt. His savage ministrations on her delicate derrière continued as he lowered his probing digits to the lace trimmed edge of her designer suit skirt to slowly raise the material with each callous massage of clenched digits on well-toned thigh.

"No fucking WAY!", Kayla responded wide eyed with genuine astonishment. Saundra nodded in confirmation before knitting well plucked eyebrows with a perplexed expression. She paused briefly to examine her now-empty fingers hovering inches from her open mouth before again reaching towards the counter for a baby tomato.

Reggie payed no mind to their conversation as he continued to dutifully mold Saundra's tight bum between ravenous fingers. With Saundra's skirt now rucked to the waist to rest on wide womanly hips, Reggie crouched on bending knees to position himself at eye level with her well groomed sex thinly veiled beneath lace trimmed cream silk panties matching her designer blouse.

"No Lie," Saundra responded matter-of-factly with a punctuated head nod and dainty sip from glass. She remained blissfully unaware as Reggie pinched forefinger and thumb of left hand to pull the intricately laced waistband of delicate silk panties away from taught tummy to reveal her neatly trimmed bush below. "It was after the 'snowmageddon' last year when I had to work the emergency SHIFT", Saundra squeaked while shifting her legs slightly to adjust her posture on modest 3" patent leather heels as Reggie positioned the carrot before her nether-lips to forcefully press the improvised orange mini-dildo between her vertical folds. Saundra inhaled sharply, reaching to lightly dab the back of right wrist to tentatively press against suddenly heated forehead. "Um…" her eyes lost focus and she looked confused for a moment as if loosing her train of thought.

Reggie reached to the counter from his squatting position before Saundra's exposed sex to remove a handful of assorted vegetables from the platter above with right hand. She inhaled a long steadying breath serving to press generous tits taught against cream silk blouse in attempt to regain composure, pausing only to clear her throat before continuing. "Um…… Because a certain WEATHER GIRL couldn't make it to the studio…". Saundra spoke towards Kayla accusingly while standing before the counter top shifting uncomfortably from foot to heeled foot. "I had to fill in on the emergency SHIFT!", Saundra again leaked a delightful squeal as Reggie continued to unceremoniously lodge baby tomatoes, celery, and carrot sticks through the now-moist vertical folds shielding her womanhood. With Saundra's pussy now thoroughly stuffed with various assorted vegetables, Reggie released the waistband of her pretty cream silk panties to rest back in position over her violated mound. He landed a firm SWAT on the deliciously exposed inverted half moons of creamy ass flesh peaking beneath high cut panties and waist-rucked skirt before straightening from his crouched position.

Reggie chuckled while admiring his hand work. Saundra appeared quite the sight; haughtily sipping from wide rimmed martini glass with skirt rucked high to rest on generous hips above red-tinted abused buttocks and several indistinguishable bulges protruding from beneath the smooth cream-pantied silk covering her mons.

"METEOROLOGIST…!", Kayla spat in response, gracing her now-bottomless colleague with an accusatory glare. "I actually went to university and have a degree for this shit!", Kayla spoke in defense towards Saundra's smug smile. Reggie took the opportunity to remove the half full glass from Saundra's delicate digits as Kayla continued her retort. Saundra immediately folded her now vacant right hand to rest beneath generous breasts while continuing to peck at the celery stalk in left hand.

"Whatever…", Saundra responded dismissively with a flick of wrist towards the infuriated blonde. Reggie lifted Saundra's former beverage to sniff at the concoction before grimacing at the foul smell of some unrecognized ****. "Everyone knows a METEOROLOGIST….", she spoke the word condescendingly with a dramatic roll of eyes. Reggie positioned himself to stand directly before Saundra, looking her directly in brilliant blue eyes. With an oily smile, he raised her former glass to upend the pink liquid to drip slowly over her professionally styled tresses. Reggie laughed heartily only inches from her face as Saundra's former cocktail oozed through her stiffly set coif to stream down forehead over high chiseled cheeks and lush plump lips to stain her elegant cream silk blouse with dark splotches above prominent breasts. "…..is the ONLY job where you don't get sacked for ALWAYS being WRONG", Saundra concluded. Having made her point, she snorted triumphantly as the alcoholic beverage continued to cascade along her attractive features to steadily soil her pretty silk blouse. Reggie noticed the elaborate lace pattern of her bra was quite visible beneath the now-sodden fabric.

"Fuck YOU", Kayla countered with upturned nose and angry flick of right hand to send loosely curled locks to flutter. Still positioned before Saundra, Reggie rotated the now empty upturned glass in a screw like motion to set the vessel firmly in her stiff locks like a crystal hat. "And anyway…..Hey!" Kayla suddenly announced, scraping the wooden bar stool legs on marble floor as she abruptly rose from seated position. Curious, Reggie briefly turned to see what attracted the blonde weather-bitch's attention. "CHEATER!……Where's your DRINK!", Kayla scolded with glossy red lacquered index finger pointed accusedly at the brunette news anchor. "Gwen! fix her another Cosmo!" Kayla spoke over her shoulder towards the living room area where a dark haired bespeckled young woman Reggie had not noticed before was dutifully typing on a lap-top computer.

"Yes Miss Brighton! right away Miss Collins!", the young woman Reggie guessed to be an intern to either one or both of the prominent broadcasters responded brightly as she leapt from the plush white leather couch to click eagerly towards the kitchen in pretty pink open toed sandals. Reggie had been completely unaware of the raven haired woman until she briskly walked past him en route to the large stainless steel refrigerator on the opposite side of the room. As she dutifully walked by, Reggie noticed a quite pleasant floral scented fragrance marking her wake, prompting thin lips to spread into a mischievous smile.

Reggie scratched his chin as he watched her delicately stride past him, flowing floral patterned skirt swishing over well-toned legs with each dainty step. With her cute patterned skirt, starched white elbow length collared blouse, and seemingly infectious temperament, Reggie found her quite adorable with as sort of a 'cheery preppy' in stark contrast to the condescending sophistication of the more mature elegant women she attended.

Struck with inspiration, Reggie's thin grin widened as he followed the dark haired intern towards the destination appliance. He leisurely reached to lift her knee length A-line skirt, gradually raising the garment to expose her deliciously plump derrière as she continued toward the refrigerator. Gwen suddenly paused in mid step, her movement restricted as Reggie held the hem of her soft cotton skirt firmly in his grip to raise the fabric to waist height behind her. No longer able to progress, Gwen simply stood in place with a disinterested expression on pretty face as she glancing around the room. Gathering her skirt like pulling a rope, Reggie drew her to him from behind.

Now directly behind his unknowing puppet, Reggie reached to wrap his left hand at her waist to caress her taught tummy beneath crisp cap sleeved white cotton blouse while sliding right hand along pink panty clad ass globes exposed beneath still-rucked skirt. His left hand continued to further press upward to massage apple size tits while simultaneously reaching further with his right to slowly slide probing digits between clenched thighs to caress her silk clad nether-lips from below.

"Ohhhhh…..", Gwen loosed a low moan as her mind attempted to process the sudden spark of unmistakable arousal triggered by Reggie's invading fingers stroking her to stimulation. Reggie leaned forward to press his growing erection against her well padded bum while tightening his grip on her handful of tit-flesh to pull her to him from behind. He craned his neck to burry his nose in her stylish chin length bobbed tresses to roughly inhale the sweet floral scent of her perfumed body. She hissed a sharp intake of breath through clenched teeth in response as he flicked his tongue to lightly trace the sensitive skin of right ear lobe while continuing his delicate ministrations to sensually **** her most intimate of places.

With a final languid draw of tongue along outer ear, Reggie took the opportunity to whisper instructions to her arousal addled mind:

"GWEN: You are a conniving manipulative bitch who revels in the humiliation and domination of other women. You take great pleasure in subjugating and breaking women to your will, ESPECIALLY Saundra and Kayla.", Reggie again felt her shiver beneath his nimble fingers, cooing in tune with his delicate touch. "You see Saundra and Kayla as your playthings, their only purpose to amuse your whims and preform for your PLEASURE". The digits of his left hand penetrated her womanly folds through the thin silk veil of her panties to feel the pleasant warmth of her accumulated arousal ripe to erupt.

Gwen suddenly stiffened, then spasmed in his erotic embrace; unhinged jaw loosed wide in a wordless orgasmic howl. Reggie felt the young woman shake violently as he felt a torrent of moisture lubricate his left hand beneath her now sodden crotch. No longer able to support her own weight, her body slumped back against him with slender arms and well-shaped legs going limp. With a satisfied smile, Reggie carried the passed out intern to rest her prone body back on the plush leather couch in the living room until needed.

Reggie took a moment to appraise the softly snoring passed out bob-haired woman loosely sprawled on the leather couch before him. With arms and legs splayed languidly in an almost unnatural position and straight dark hair fanned on couch cushion below, Gwen's modest endowments pressed fetchingly to outline her fitted white blouse with each shallow breath through plump lips curled in blissful smile.

Again struck with wicked inspiration, Reggie knelt before his newest plaything while reaching forward to cradle her well-turned calfs in firm hands to sensually slide the length of long, lithe legs. Her smooth leg-flesh prickled as he continued ascent, leaving trails of raised goose pimples in the wake of pressed palms on toned thighs as they traveled further to extend below her loose floral skirt.

'Mmmmmmm", Gwen cooed, slightly stirring beneath Reggie's erotic ministrations. She shifted beneath his touch, further parting her coltish legs to grant access to her saturated womanhood still basting in post coitus arousal beneath pretty pink silk panties. Having reached his destination, Reggie's nimble fingers spread to flank her wide womanly hips and grip the elastic waistband of her intimate feminine underthings to slowly extract his sodden silken prize. The lady-cum stained panties left a shimmering trail along the length of both her supple legs before Reggie raised each pink low-heeled sandal to free her of the soiled garment.

Panties in hand, Reggie gradually straightened to standing above the blissfully slumbering dark-haired beauty. He graced her with a final slap-grab to now exposed creamy white ass flesh to elicit a sated purr in response before turning towards the sounds of continued bickering emanating from the adjacent room. Reggie walked cockily towards the kitchen with purposeful strides; smug smile on thin lips and soaking knickers twirling playfully around right index finger.

"I wonder who does their sets", Saundra again resumed her critiquing of the on-air rival news casters. "Did they find that anchor desk abandoned on the curb or in a bloody garbage bin?", She again loosed a dainty laugh at her own witticism while Kayla spurred her on.

"No doubt", Kayla responded, pausing only to take a delicate sip from her now half-filled glass. She briefly paused, glancing about the kitchen with knit brow and scowl on lush red lips. "Where the FUCK is Gwen with your drink?", she abruptly added, having lost track of their mistreated retainer. "I swear…", She continued as Reggie entered the kitchen to stand opposite the blonde haired weather girl at the raised island bar. "If she wasn't Paige's niece…", Reggie reached forward to press forefinger and thumb firmly to her sculpted cheeks as she spoke, serving to squeeze her pillowy lips to a fish-like appearance. "I woo fiow tha wawy whoa wie wow!", she attempted to commune through compressed cheeks and exaggerated lips.

"No matter", Saundra responded with dismissive flick of dainty left wrist towards her blonde companion. "The poor thing can't EVER seem to get the proper balance of vodka and triple sec right", Saundra continued, still shuffling from foot to heeled foot from the assortment of vegetables invading her snatch. "I'll just have to MAKE MY OWN..", She broadcasted to the room, clearly meant as a slight for their dark haired assistant to hear. With a heavy sigh, Saundra awkwardly shuffled towards the refrigerator, unwittingly displaying red hued ass globes below rucked white silk skirt from behind and wide rimmed glass hat perched in styled brunette tresses above.

Reggie had had quite enough of these catty, spiteful cunts and felt it was time to raise the stakes.

"Do you bitches EVER…", Reggie asked the blonde woman before him, clenching his fingers flanking Kayla's now-flushed cheeks to pull her face within inches of his own while peering directly into her brilliant jade eyes. Reggie noticed a steady stream of drool now leaking from the delicious swell of her forcefully opened lower lip pooling on his hand as he held her in place.

"Shut….", he reached forward towards her gaping lips with Gwen's still-sodden panties extending from the index finger of right hand to dangle prettily before her oblivious face.

"The FUCK….", He circled her exaggerated puckered lips with the cum-stained pretty pink panties before slowly inserting them into the gap at her mouth to hang from her bottom lip.

"….UP!", Reggie exclaimed, repeatedly poking the panties hanging from lower lip to completely stuff the soiled garment into her gaping maw.

Reggie chuckled to himself as he stepped back to observe the effects on the pretty blonde weather-girl. Still focused on the television in the adjacent living room, Kayla casually raised her martini glass to full panty-packed checks and lush slightly parted lips in attempt to sip the beverage. His slight chuckle turned to hearty laughter as he watched her continue to raise the glass, completely ignorant that the cum-soiled panties stuffed in her mouth restricted the intake of beverage, resulting in the liquid steadily dribbling over plump bottom lip, down supple chin and elegantly arched neck to soil her designer red satin blouse below. She cluelessly continued to 'sip' her drink, looking like an erotic chipmunk as the liquid steadily trickled down her chin to create a growing dampness to spread above her generous D-cup tits now clinging to damp pretty red blouse.

Satisfied with his handiwork, Reggie felt he still needed to keep Kayla occupied so as to grant Saundra the courtesy of his full attention. Smiling devilishly, he issued instructions to her oblivious mind.

"KAYLA: With each passing second you will find yourself becoming increasingly more aroused.", Reggie noticed Kayla shift uncomfortably on her leather topped stool, suddenly fanning the now-flush flesh of elegantly arched neck with the red lacquered nails of left hand. She subtly glanced about the room before placing martini glass on marble counter top to discreetly slip right hand below the surface towards her rapidly moistening mound.

"When you reach the brink of orgasm, you will find yourself unable to touch your body or remove your clothes, but will know that you MUST find an object in the kitchen to relieve your condition" Her submerged hand immediately recoiled from below the bar top as if struck. With soft panty-muffled moan, she scanned the kitchen with ****, feverish eyes for SOMETHING to quell her now sopping pussy.

"Once you achieve orgasm, you will promptly fall into a deep satisfying sleep.", Reggie concluded to the sound of wood stool legs scraping against solid marble floor.

Kayla franticly hobbled to the center of the kitchen, dragging the bar stool along in her wake. With flush flesh of stuffed cheeks having spread down graceful neck to expand over heaving chest matching the deep crimson of her satin ruby blouse, she abruptly flipped the bar stool so as to rest leather seat on floor with inverted wooden legs projecting upwards. Wide panic filled eyes firmly clenched above plump sated upturned lips curved in blissful smile as the sexed-up weather girl straddled one of the protruding improvised wood phallices.

"Ummmmmmm Gwwwwwwaaaaa!", Kayla moaned through silk muzzle while shamelessly mounting the inverted stool leg. Reggie noticed her body slightly shiver with each languid stroke while sliding her satin clad mound rhythmically along the length of the wooden shaft beneath her knee length suit skirt. Having dealt with all potential distractions, Reggie gave a satisfied head nod towards the lust-driven blonde hysterically pistoning her depraved pussy over ad lib dildo.

Leaving him to address the business at hand.

Bent stiffly at the waist to display the enticing well-padded flesh of panty clad buttocks, Saundra hummed peacefully while rummaging through the refrigerator for her beverage ingredients.

Smiling wickedly, Reggie made a show of dusting his hands before turning to address the true purpose of his unannounced visit.