Don't Look Down...

All of a sudden, you felt hands and arms grabbing at your legs. You look down and watched the cheerleaders, crawling toward you on their bellies like gators and crocs, and those near you pawed at your belt. One goaded in a husky tone, "Come on, stud..."

"Please don't go," begged another. Jeannie, with her devoted arms around you, smiled at them.

"Master..." she chuckled. "You spent so much time with these girls that there's no one else they'd rather be with." Admittedly, you had forgotten about your wish to make your sluts devoted to you... But you felt spent, so you took their hands off of you, and them putting their hands back on didn't help much.

"That'll be all for today, girls," you told them. But it was as if they didn't hear you, or they weren't listening... You moved away from them, and they pushed their naked bodies up off the floor, heading towards you like zombies.

Lovesick zombies.

They had grins plastered all over their faces, and that made you feel uncomfortable. Not something you thought you'd feel with so many girls 'fawning' over you.