The harem begins.

You make your way down to Charissa's Characters, the tattoo parlour where Amy works. You walk in, Kelly, sheriff Gloria, and your English teacher, Pamela, a step behind you. The place is packed - even the back room is full. Lots of the students are here, along with a couple other teachers and a few you don't recognize at all.

Amy is moving back and forth between the different groups, trying to keep everyone entertained until your arrival. When she sees you come in, her smile lights up the whole room. She's happy to see you, and not just because you're the reason everyone else is here.

She steps up to you, "Ryan! Ryan, there are so many people here! The shop has never seen this many customers at one time. I had to call in my sister Olivia and even our mother, Charissa. We need all the tattoo guns working if we're gonna get through this tonight. Where do you want to start?"

You noticed that she didn't mention her father. The shop is still owned by her parents together. "Is your father coming, too," you ask."

"Not a chance. Dad... well, dad's not with mom anymore. He signed over his share of the business to Olivia and I, making us official co-owners with mom. Mom's here, though."

"I'm sorry to hear about the drama," I reply, genuinely sorry to see trouble find such a bright, energetic - and hot - woman. "What happened? If it's not too personal...?"

Amy turns her head, a flush spreading across her face before she could turn. She's clearly embarrassed.

"It's ok, Amy", you say. "I shouldn't have asked something so personal, it was rude of me."

Amy recovers and turns back to you. "It's ok, Ryan. It's... just that his cheating was... unexpected."

Ouch. "I imagine cheating is normally a surprise," you say. "Again, I'm so sorry for you - and your mother and sister."

"No, that's not it," she interrupts. "Sure, cheating is a bitch-move but that's just the half of it. He left mom for another man. His gym trainer." Amy turns away again, but a moment later the embarrassment breaks and she's laughing. "I mean... can you fucking believe that shit? Mom didn't stand a chance. How does she compete? It's not like she can give him all the dickin' he's been missing this whole time. There are things she can't exactly fix."

You just stand there, your mouth open, completely dumbfounded, absorbing the bomb shell. Then, behind you, Gloria loses her composure first and starts laughing loudly.

"He left your mom for another dick? O... M... fucking G. That's fucking priceless!" Gloria is now doubled over in hysterics, her massive tits threatening to spill out at any moment as she shakes violently.

The dam breaks - suddenly you're all laughing at the sheer craziness of it. Olivia - Amy's sister - chooses this moment to put in an appearance.

"Hey, sis. What did I miss? Is this him? The guy you've been drooling over constantly?" Olivia stands before you now for the first time. She's maybe two years older than Amy and about two inches shorter, you'd guess. Same weight though - just packed into a thicker body. Her hips are wide, her breasts are large, easily DD's, maybe larger. Her waist is thick but not fat. It's clear she works out regularly to keep her body so well-toned. And, damn... it's working. She's like Kelly, come to think of it... just a mini version. You almost laugh at the thought but catch yourself just in time.

Amy's face goes beet-red again. "Shush, you! Not cool. Not cool," she chides her older sister. "Speaking of which, where's your mysterious boyfriend that you claim is the 'bestest ever'?"

Olivia immediately takes on a defensive look. "You mean Gary? It's a league night. He's bowling." She shrugs, clearly unimpressed with his extra-curricular activities but not willing to say it out loud.

Olivia then turns back to you and the three women behind you, then glances at the rest of the room. "OK, sis... what's his deal," Olivia asks her sister, seemingly ignoring the fact that your standing right in front of her. "Like, I get it - he's good looking, fit, tall. You've done worse. You remember that Filipino guy? What was his name again..." Olivia trails off after a threatening glare from Amy.

"Anyway, he's cute. I'll give him that much. But 'god's great orgasmic wonderman'? Nope. Not seeing it. Can't imagine how he got to you, or most of the women in here. Seriously weird, by the way. You realize this is, like, one massive fucking harem - and you're happy with that, as long as he sticks it in you from time to time. That about right?" Olivia shakes her head, clearly not satisfied with what she's been told, or with what she sees in front of her.

You see Kelly's body stiffen as she starts to move forward. You're pretty sure she's about to educate the young woman. And you're certain that Gloria and Pamela would be happy to jump in. In fact, half the waiting area you're in now seems to have quieted their own conversations, in favor of following how you handle Olivia's challenge to your dominance.

You put a hand out, holding Kelly back and you glance at Amy with the message - let it go, I've got it. You turn back to Olivia.

"I think I can help you understand better." You pull out your marker.

Olivia scowls when she sees it. It's almost like she's been waiting for this exact moment.

"Yeah. No. Not happening. You may own my sister's skin, and her skills too, but you don't own my skin. I'm not sure what your fetish is all about but I don't need some weird dude writing shit on me. Hard pass, babe." She crosses her arms and glares at you.

You smile back, disarmingly - as if nothing was even said. "You're afraid of the ink. You realize how ironic that is?" You twirl the marker and laugh.

"Fuck you, dude. I'm not afraid of ink. I own a fucking tattoo shop for fuck's sake. I even have tattoos! Not that I'm showing you anything... I just don't want you touching me, that's all."

"That's the problem? You just don't want me next to you?" Olivia nods, as if this somehow settles the debate. "Fine by me. Amy can do it. You're ok with Amy being next to you, right? I mean, she probably gave you some of your ink, I'm guessing."

Olivia hesitates. Amy doesn't. Amy seizes her sister's momentary indecision and presses her hard.

"Yeah, dork. He's right. You know your ink is only there because I put it there. And mine is from you. Sisters. Right?" Olivia puts her head down, trapped for the moment by her sister's memory and logic.

"Fine. You want to draw some stupid shit, that's fine. But he stays over there, away from me. I'm not his bitch. Not like you and these other losers. I have a man."

"You mean the one playing with his balls tonight instead of you," Amy quips.

"... just do it." Olivia is clearly unhappy with Gary for leaving her alone to run off and bowl. The fact that Amy knows it doesn't help Olivia's stubbornness or anger, it just fans the flames.

Amy steps over to you and asks what you'd like her to write on Olivia for you. You already know. You knew halfway through this shitty, entitled, conversation how you wanted it to play out. You lean your head over towards Amy and whisper.

Amy's body stiffens for a microsecond before she deftly recovers her composure. She looks at you, locking eyes, her head turn into you fully in a private moment just between you. Her eyes are fire and her grin mischievous.

She whispers low, "That's gonna make her batshit. You know that, right? Of course you do. Too. Fucking. Funny. I'm glad mom's still in the back office. She might not appreciate the humor." She giggles and turns to Olivia.

"Very well. I know what the design is now. Ready? It will only take a moment."

Olivia, her escape options having seemingly evaporated, sighs. "Fine. Whatever. Let's get this shit over with so I can finish telling you all how much you suck."

Amy smiles. "Sure, sis. Let's see how that plays out..." She steps over to Olivia, who dutifully holds out her arm and looks away in mock disgust.