Phoebe, The Perfect Fit?

You decide you are in this for the long haul. You don't just want to go for the person who is flashing the most cleavage in their photos, or showing the most arse. You are a fairly reserved person by nature, and you want someone you might naturally click with, rather than having to constantly alter their personality to the point where they are no longer recognisable as themselves.

That is why you find yourself so drawn to Phoebe.

Like you, she is also into her history. In fact, she does it for a living as a researcher and university lecturer, as well as being a published author. That is pretty impressive stuff at the age of just 26. She is someone you would like to get to know, rather than just fuck. Though you would definitely like to do that as well. And while she is obviously way hotter than you, as all of the girls in your database are, it would at least semi make sense to people that you could be a couple.

She is based in London, which isn't that far of a distance for her to come from whenever you call her over. Or maybe you might decide to move into her place with her down there. You bet she is loaded.

You also think that someone with her level of intellectual curiosity and interest in all things historical might be fascinated by the curse, and even want to explore the limits what it can do with you. She may have ideas or suggestions you could never have thought of yourself. Phoebe just seems to be the perfect fit.

And so it is you find yourself down south, standing in line at her book launch with a copy in your hand, under the guise that you want it signed. There is something very intimidating about her combination of beauty, intelligence and the fact that she is only a few years older than you but way more accomplished. But she smiles pleasantly and disarmingly as you approach.

"Who do I make this out to?" she asks

"I know about your curse?" you tell her quietly.

"Excuse me?"

"You are completely under my control. Phoebe, you will now stand up, announce that you are leaving here with your boyfriend and then we are going back to your place"

She looks utterly shocked, but nonetheless does exactly as she is told. Then, as you are leaving, those behind you in the queue now baffled and annoyed, she mutters under her breath.

"My husband is going to love this"

Shit. You thought you had done your research better than that! She's married? Well it is too late, you have already claimed her, you can't go for anyone else now. So, unfortunately for whoever her husband is, it is now over for them. They have no chance of competing with you and your new found powers over their wife. And you are not giving up the only hot and fully controllable woman you will ever get. You do feel dreadful for the guy though. Phoebe doesn't look the type to go for bad boys or bastards.

But you have an idea. You said you wouldn't, but you can dip into your database one more time for them. They can pick whichever girl they want from it, claim them for themselves and then you will delete the damn thing to ensure all the other women's curses remain a well kept secret. There is going to be a very awkward conversation to be had when you get back to Phoebe's place. But what man wouldn't want what you are able to offer in exchange for this guy's wife?