Striking A Deal

The bus ride, and short walk, back to Phoebe's place had gone quite smoothly under the circumstances, at least partly because you had quickly given her a few commands to stop a delicate situation from exploding - you couldn't control her husband, after all, but you had full authority over her. She had been told to remain calm, level headed and open minded about things and, once you met with her husband, to agree with most of what you said, but not quite everything so as not to arouse suspicion that she was only doing so due to a prior command.

With the natural reaction to freak out about this situation removed, Phoebe was very curious about the curse, it's history and why her family line had been chosen for it. It was actually a pleasant conversation, and she did seem to appreciate that you hadn't just made her go back to your place, strip naked, fuck you and forget her husband existed, which you could easily have done. You wanted to go about stealing this man's wife from him in the most ethical way possible.

It was a relief when you arrived back at Phoebe's place and met her husband Stephen. She had clearly chosen him for his mind and not his physique. He was a slight, mild mannered man who you were quite confident even you could take out if things got ugly.

In fact. the conversation was fairly calm, almost cordial, which was in large part down to the skilled way in which Phoebe handled it. She began by having you demonstrate the curse, turning her from a brunette to a blonde, to a redhead and back again. She then set out the cold, hard facts, that you had claimed her. That there wasn't a lot that could be done about it, and that the three of you needed to talk about it like adults and decide on the fairest way to deal with a situation in which, with the power you had, you could make Phoebe fall in love with you and forget Stephen even existed in an instant.

Stephen certainly wasn't happy at this point, seeming to view the scenario not only as a fait accompli, but one that his wife almost seemed almost to have been complicit in. He asks if you could share her at one point, which actually annoys Phoebe, who doesn't want to feel like a possession to be haggled over. You decline, and offer him his own girl from your database, which he declares to be morally reprehensible, or words to that effect. Then he does about the angriest thing he can do without risking actually confronting anyone, and goes for a walk around the block to clear his head. As he does, Phoebe flops down into an armchair and puffs out her cheeks.

"You know, you've actually done me the biggest favour. I don't know what I was thinking, marrying someone for their intellect" she complains "He could have been my friend, or research associate. Can you imagine what my sex life has been like with him?"

You decide it is best not to respond to that. The answer is so obvious that the question was practically rhetorical.

"But you are a lot more exciting, aren't you? With this special power of yours. Though I notice you haven't actually used it yet, except to change my hair colour and avoid upsetting my husband"

"I'm trying to do the decent thing here" you tell her.

"Oh, well maybe you aren't as exciting as I thought" she almost goads you "My husband isn't even here at the moment"

She eyes you mischievously. Fine, if that's how she wants to play it, you are more than happy to go along with her.

"Phoebe, strip naked for me now and stay like that until I say otherwise" you command her. Although you didn't order her to look so happy about it. That seemed to come naturally.

Soon she is indeed standing fully naked, right in front of you.

"He'll be back soon you know, are you just going to leave me like this?" she asks excitedly.

"I think I am"

It's the right answer, as Phoebe returns your smirk.

"Oh dear, I wonder what he'll say" she puts on a mock worried voice "Or how he'd react if you commanded me to fuck you right there on the sofa right now"

Of course you are incredibly tempted. But it just seems too much. The poor guy is suffering enough already. And anyway, before you would have time, the door is opening and he is back in the room. He looks at his naked wife, then at you, before speaking calmly and with certainty.

"This database of cursed women. I'd like to take a look"