Talking to a cute guy

Curtis took a quick walk past the gift shop, but his view of the counter was blocked blocked. On a second pass, he caught that in his way was a fairly attractive young man, at least from the back. Curtis judged that the boy held himself well, and had an expensive looking hair cut. His leather jacket screamed 'motorcycle,' which was nothing but cool to men of Curtis' generation. He considered magically asking for one, but decided against it for the moment. Instead, he entered the gift shop.

Moving to the side he could see Sam, looking down and away rather than meeting the guy's eyes. She didn't look uncomfortable, or at least not more than she usually did when talking to people. She had certainly done as he suggested, finding something much more fitting in the lost and found. The shirt was baby blue with a cute embroidered butterfly in the front and hugged her form. The top is unbuttoned enough to show some chest, even with her diminutive breasts. It looked nice, like someone more slutty's idea of innocence rather than outright being slutty. He could barely see anything on her bottom half, but the shorts are low enough to expose some of her hip bones. Some work to do on that outfit, but it was certainly more daring than her usual outfits, all at least a size or two too large. It was a start.

The boy leaned on the counter, bringing his face to her level. He had a gentle smile and was speaking low. He couldn't hear the guy, but he could feel the flirtatious energy coming off the conversation. He considered pushing them along, maybe having them fuck in the back room, but decided instead to let Sam go at her own pace. She was getting a taste of what it's like to be wanted, and she was obviously enjoying it. He was witnessing the birth of an exhibitionist. Well, maybe he couldn't resist helping out a little bit...

"Is Sam going to get off thinking of herself wearing much sexier clothes and fucking this guy later tonight?" Curtis asked. Then he made his way out to the front, to Julianna's car, where she was already waiting in the driver's seat. He took shotgun, leaning the chair back until it was comfortable. "Alright, let's hit it," he said.

Julianna started the car but didn't put it in reverse. When Curtis looked up to see why they weren't moving she glared at him. "Where are we going? I don't even know where my goddamn daughter lives."

Curtis sighed. "Sure you do, don't you?" he asked, and got comfortable. "Wow, this car is incredible. You two must have spent a fortune to afford a car this nice, didn't you?" he asked, and then felt his seat warm under him. Perfect.

Julianna didn't respond as she started their drive, knowing that the questions weren't really meant for her, and she wasn't particularly concerned about the money anymore. Either she could fix that easily now, or Curtis would prevent her from it. She figured the best way to get out of this was to remind him as little as possible about ways to make her life difficult. Fuck she was horny already, though. She was tempted to ask for his help with that.

For his part, Curtis was content to rest his eyes and let the smooth drive take him there. "So... Your Museum. Now that I don't have to worry about being fired I'm just going to ask it: why did you bother with it? I made it cool, adding actual magic, but you have shit like your grandkid's macaroni art. No one wants to see that."

Julianna was silent for a moment, figuring out the best way to answer, "well, I like it. My husband and I... we like what we have. It's a display of our life and our adventures. We aren't trying for world renown or anything - or we weren't until you made us better treasure hunters - but we were proud of what we'd done."

"So you decided to put your life up in a museum. You opened a money pit just to put glass cases on your life."

"Pretty much, yeah. Call us eccentric, but it's been a good life."

Curtis snorted, "you're still talking like you're old. You're gonna have to kick that habit soon or you'll attract attention." He surveyed the jacked, sexy body she had now. "Well, different attention. Yeah, I think I can see what you're getting at, but it still just seems like two old people playing Indiana Jones."

Julianna was silent, and Curtis watched her seethe. She was angry and afraid and horny all at once. He felt for her, even if he didn't feel guilty. He sighed and said, "Anyway, I know I'm an asshole and I'm ruining your life, blah blah blah. Seriously, I know that. Apparently this is what I do when I have limitless power." He shrugged. "Thing is, I do like you. You've always been nice to me, and you've seemed like a good person. That's why I'm going to give you a choice: I want you to decide if you want to be happy about all of this. It's all going to happen regardless.

"You know we're going to go see your daughter and she's going to be your husband's ideal of what sexy looks and acts like and only you'll know that she used to be a normal non-fetishy woman. You're going to spend a very, very long time having incredible sex with men who aren't your husband, and you'll probably use your ring to keep your husband around for you betray over and over again. Your life is going to be nothing but debauchery and lust and physically you'll fucking love it because that's what me and that Afghani guy did to you. My question is whether or not you want me to make you love it the rest of the way. I can leave you with the guilt and shame, or I can make you revel in it all. Choice is yours."

A/N: Actually, the choice is yours. What does Julianna pick? https://strawpoll.com/3RnYlmL8xye