Jake said, “Hold on just a damned minute. This is bullshit, and I demand…”

  I’d never hear his demand, as darkness billowed out, swallowed him, and then he was gone when it cleared. Most of the time the rulings were pretty clear cut, but not everything was black and white. Maybe he’d be more reasonable, or at least smarter when we let him out. I was sure Bruce’s team and Steven’s for that matter, would keep an eye on him for a while to make sure he didn’t go back to doing the same exact thing.

  “That was dumb, if the idiot had admitted his culpability and promised not to do it again, he could’ve walked.”

  Natasha nodded in agreement, “I think you’re right. He is lazy. He could become very rich with just a modicum more effort on his part, but instead he preferred to just get by, if at a high middle class income level.”

  Carla said, “Well that was it this week. I’ll see you all next Monday?”

  We nodded, “Until then.”

  Carla waved, and I took us all home.

  Chapter Three

  Natasha

  Carla was good people, and she was far more pleasant to deal with than Bruce’s arrogance. I could admit there was also some enjoyment in watching her and Mandy spar, the woman was quite attractive, sexy, and warmly welcoming when her libido was tickled.

  The only time we’d have to deal with Bruce or one of the others was if they called a council meeting, because someone was abusing or grasping for power. It’d only been three weeks, so fortunately that hadn’t happened yet. The last meeting was over three weeks ago, and the next one would be too soon in my opinion. But it seemed to be working, save the one that tried to kill us with a fuel-air bomb was still out there, plotting to do who knows what.

  The four of us were dressed in business casual dresses with plenty of elegance and sex appeal. Me in white with black accents, Mandy in red, Vicki in dark blue, and Amelia in black. I used my beauty power on us, almost every time we went out, so we all looked flawless. Not just our dresses, hair style, and makeup, but our hair was perfectly trimmed, our legs and under arms shaved smooth, and our landing strips groomed. Nails and toenails as well, which looked professionally manicured and painted, but our long nails were all natural.

  It was so much easier than spending hours getting ready for a night out, plus it was always worth the jaw-dropping reaction in Gary that never failed to thrill us. We were probably a bit overdressed for a night out including dinner at a titty bar, but I always tried to dress this way for group dates, if not every time we went out at all. I looked good, elegantly sexy, as did the others, and we were goddesses. It just made sense to me to dress like a lady in public, of course our under garments were rather risqué, but only we would see those at the end of the night.

  I couldn’t remember the last time I’d worn jeans, yoga pants, or a t-shirt. Before I’d become a goddess, certainly. In my old demi-goddess life, it would’ve been too much constant effort to dress this way all the time, but with the power of beauty on my side, it wasn’t a burden in the least to look my best for Gary, the others, and for my own sake.

  A second benefit, at least that night, was none of the other customers would mistake us for dancers. They might enjoy the view, but only from afar, mostly thanks to Gary’s possessive scowling, I’d imagine. Plus, my Aunt Lily owned the place. She wasn’t really my aunt of course, just another of my father’s mates and one of the muses. It’d probably be more technically accurate to say they were my step-mothers than hot aunts, since they were my father’s mates and my mother’s co-wives, not sisters, but that was too confusing, and I only had one mom in my head.

  Gary said, “You ladies look devastating,” with a wink and a grin as we came down the stairs.

  We all graced him with a cheeky smile.

  Gary looked pretty yummy himself, in nice slacks and a dark blue silk button-down collared shirt just tight enough to show off his musculature without being obnoxious about it. Well, that was my opinion anyway since I’m the one that dressed him in it with my power. It was entirely possible I was a bit biased toward the love of my life that way. Gary had given me permission to dress him and keep him groomed however and whenever I wanted, so he always looked pretty amazing for us.

  Part of that acceptance I think, was he just didn’t mind never having to shave or trim his hair or nails again, or even touch a brush. The second part was because I never deviated from his chosen personal style.

  It was January in the windy city, but I barely noticed the cold air as Gary took us to the parking lot right outside the club. I had several spells on my filagree tigress necklace, including one to keep me comfortably warm in any temperature. The others were a bulletproof charm, a charm to keep me and my clothes dry even in the rain, and an automated heal spell if I my throat or lungs were damaged, or if I was in so much pain, that I couldn’t say the spell out loud.

  Life was good, as we all shuffled inside. The place was about half full this time of day on a Monday evening, and we found a table closer to the stages this time. The loud music pounded and the dancers twirled and spun around the stripper poles, while admiring men threw dollars on the stage. I ignored all the looks we garnered knowing the novelty of having a table of four beautiful women with just one man would go away fast, probably as soon as the women on stage stripped off their tops.

  They were lovely and sensually beautiful to watch, graceful and seductive, and at times downright wicked in their suggestive movements.

  The light brunette waitress had her hair up, and she was wearing the uniform for the place. A tight stretchy black shirt revealing half her cleavage, a black mini-skirt, and white stockings with a black-flats. She must’ve been new, because she had no idea who we were when she took our order. She promised to be right back with our drinks, the steaks and baked potatoes would take longer of course.

  Vicki said, “The one on center stage is amazing. My back hurts just watching her bend her body like that.”

  Mandy giggled, “I know, I was taking mental notes for Gary’s next private dance.”

  Yeah, our adult playroom had a stripper pole, only Mandy had done it professionally in our group, but I thought I held my own pretty well when we were dancing for him. It was one of the things Mandy and I bonded over since Amelia and Vicki didn’t really do the strip teases for Gary so much. I mean, Mandy was amazing, but at the risk of sounding like I was bragging, the goddess of inspiring dance taught me everything I knew. So I’ll give her the credit for me rocking Gary’s world that way.

  Gary chuckled, “That should be fun.”

  I winked, “Who knew a trip to the strip club could be educational?”

  Mandy giggled harder and then nodded in agreement.

  Besides falling hard for each other over the last weeks, we’d also worked out schedules of sorts. That night was Amelia’s turn for instance, the pre-game to the nightly fivesome you could say. Longer than a quickie by quite a bit, and a chance for one-on-one time with Gary and his cock while the rest of us went to the playroom for a while before joining them for our nightly romp. Just long enough for some intimacy and for him to claim all of our fun zones, so we were all thoroughly debauched and defiled at least once every four days.

  That rotated between all of us. A lot of little things like that we’d all agreed on, which of course sometimes had to take a backseat to life. Sometimes plans were interrupted. I pulled my mind back to the present, this place always seemed to engender a rather shallow train of thought for some reason, of the next time I’d be with one or all of my creative family. I was looking forward to my time with Vicki and Mandy tonight, regardless.

  Vicki sighed in contentment, as the waitress came back and delivered the drinks. Pounding back one of them immediately, because she’d ordered two to start. In anyone else, her drinking would make her a functional alcoholic, but she was the goddess of parties, so it didn’t count. She was also the same person, drunk or sober she was a fun and kind woman, if a bit teasing and wild at times it was never in a cruel or angry way.

  Boobs bounced as the ladies got down, and the next ones took the stage. They’d be walking around topless for a while chatting up customers for private dances, but they knew better than to approach Gary, with four women at the table. It also probably helped they knew who I was, or a brave one might suspect one of us wanted a dance.

  That was just a temptation better avoided. We were committed and faithful to our quintuple, but that didn’t mean we were dead. We could enjoy all the views we wanted without judgement, but intimate contact of any kind was anathema and the line there. If Gary wanted a lap dance, well Mandy and I would breathlessly give him one, anytime he wanted. We really were kind of freaks that way I knew, our relationship dynamic wasn’t normal at all, but it was ours and I loved it. Every minute of it. It was in fact, a dream come true, so totally belonging to a man that could feed our kinks and still see us with awe and respect, it was priceless.

  Vicki said, “So those witches I hired reviewed our wards, and they did have a couple of suggestions.”

  Gary looked surprised, “The place is already better guarded than Fort Knox.”

  Vicki giggled, “True. They suggested we keep everyone out not specifically keyed to the wards in the spell, not just blocking those with dark or violent intent.”

  I tilted my head, “Did they say why?”

  Vicki nodded, “With a god as our enemy it wouldn’t be hard for them to get around it. A simple compulsion could not only create a suicide bomber, but also make it so they didn’t even know they were a suicide bomber. The wards wouldn’t pick up an intent that wasn’t there.”

  I sighed, “That’s evil, but it would keep everyone out but my family and our employees.”

  Vicki replied, “Yes, we’d have to add the ability to let others in, say on a night of a party, and one of us would have to check them out one at a time for anything the wards might miss.”

  Gary waved, “Can’t we just add in a block for anyone compelled instead? Anyone under influence would already be caught the way things are since they’d have dark intentions even if they weren’t their own naturally.”

  Vicki tilted her head, “That would be easier, wouldn’t it? So much for professional advice.”

  Mandy winked, “See, he’s more than just your sugar daddy and cum supply.”

  Gary pinned Mandy with a stare, “Spankings.”

  Mandy winked again.

  Vicki giggled, “Anyway, the second suggestion was to add power dampening for anyone but the five of us. That way if they ever come out of hiding and attack us, they’d have us and the wards to contend with.”

  I snorted, “That would make dad, the fates, and my hot aunts helpless when they visited. We also don’t want to make an enemy, if there’s an emergency and one of the other tier-ones drop by to warn or tell us about it.”

  Vicki shrugged, “Just passing along their professional advice, it wasn’t my idea to hire them to look for holes in our warding setup.”

  Gary grimaced, “Guilty, of paranoia when it comes to your safety. Alright, it is a fixable hole in our defenses, but vigilance can be taken too far if it’s going to be offensive to our allies and family. Natasha had good points, so we’ll call it good the way it is, save adding a compulsion detection into the wards and barring anyone compelled.”

  I nodded, “Sounds perfect. I should’ve thought of that myself,” then I quipped, “Let’s just hope the UPS or mailperson hasn’t been a vampire snack recently.”

  Gary snickered, then asked, “Anything else going on, concerns on the family or business level.”

  Mandy winked, “Just don’t forget that spanking later.”

  He laughed, “I wouldn’t dare, you’d get even cheekier.”

  Mandy giggled, and I joined her.

  Vicki asked Mandy, “Was it hard turning in your slut card today?”

  Mandy tilted her head, “Not how you mean, I think. I mean, they’re boys and not a temptation at all, given the man I love and who is so deliciously commanding in bed was at home for me. He can satisfy my borderline nymphomania tendencies, so I don’t need anyone else, nor do I want anyone else. But there was a… weird guilt in turning my old casual bedpartners away that really makes no sense from a logical perspective. Like it was cruel of me not to provide the requested stress relief, a feeling probably born of long habit in just giving in all the time. Does that make sense?”

  Vicki snickered, “Sort of. How about you, Natasha?”

  I shook my head, “Not even a little bit. I was always in control of who my lovers were, and that’s all ancient history now. How about you?”

  Vicki shrugged, “The man the cock is attached to isn’t important to the mantel, only to the woman in me. So it’s easy to keep in perspective that way, and Gary takes care of me well. So no real temptation.”

  Amelia sighed, “I feel left out.”

  Mandy winked, “Bet you wish you were a slut like the rest of us now.”

  Amelia giggled and blushed, “No, not really.”

  I shook my head, “I think everything is going well, I have no complaints, honey.”

  The others echoed the sentiment, then Amelia asked, “How about you?”

  He shook his head, “Not a one, you’re all perfect,” he glared at Mandy, “Even your cheeky flaws are perfect.”

  Mandy blushed hard.

  We did kind of spoil him outrageously when it came to that, but so did he. We all had strong needs that way, even if Amelia at least could go without sex if she had to. I was the goddess of pleasure with an extremely high libido for a woman as well, Mandy truly was a slut and a nymphomaniac of her own womanly nature outside of her nature as a goddess and mantel, and of course Vicki had a slutty mantel. He truly was the perfect man for us, in bed and out, or as perfect as anyone could be.

  He never felt smothered or overwhelmed, our need for his strong and dominating hand fed his own dark desires, and he never got tired of dominating us in bed, or in protecting us and cherishing us outside of it. He was… gods, I’m going to stop now, because I was getting soaked just thinking about how deliciously perfect he really was for me and the others. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for him, which would be terrifying if there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for us.

  I mean, we were all deeply in love at that point, but it had only been a month, and we were all clearly still in the honeymoon phase. But despite that there was a certainty in me that I’d found the people I’d be spending the rest of my life with. Our dynamic might mature as we moved from a student to business-oriented lifestyle, but it would never really change, because our intrinsic needs would never really change. We were forever nineteen, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Mandy and Vicki were proof of that, in their forties and just as wild and free as they’d been twenty years ago. It was what it was, and certainly nothing to complain about. Our freakiness a perfect match that way, and it was all thanks to my father finding them for me.

  The food came out, and all conversation paused while we ate steak and enjoyed the offered view. Lily didn’t come out that night to say hi, simply because she wasn’t present. She’d be sure to be here later once the club was truly busy, but she was probably at home with dad at the moment.

  The golden globes faded and the three of us were in the playroom, and we could all feel Gary’s power manifest as he and Amelia appeared in the bedroom above us on the third floor.

  Mandy and Vicki came together hungrily, kissing and stroking each other with passion, and I just took a moment to let that lust and excitement roll over me. I watched for a moment, while I stripped down to my red lingerie panty and bra set, then stepped into them wrapping my arms around both. They both kissed me, one by one, just as hotly while they groped at my breasts and ass, one kissing me with scorching desire while the other’s firm lips and hot breath teased my neck.

  Gods, I loved them so much. All that along with the lust had me gushing down below, my usual state of light moisture and hardened nipples in arousal far exceeded in that moment as they played with my body.

  The moment shifted, and I was devouring and sucking on Vicki’s neck, teasingly playing with her tits while I started to strip her dress down on her left side, while Mandy worked with me flawlessly to peel it down on the right. Then we turned to give Mandy the same treatment, except of course our adorable blonde beauty was only in panties, her proud generous breasts unencumbered by the support that both Vicki and I needed with triple D and double D cups respectively.

  Mandy let out a breathy gasp into Vicki’s mouth, as I tweaked and rolled her nipple firmly even as I bit down and suckled on her neck. There was no fear of leaving hickey’s, not when they’d fade on their own by dawn, not to mention witchcraft and my power over beauty. We just went with what we felt and wanted, consequence free. Her sweet gasps and roving hand on my body felt amazing, and Vicki’s fingers had found themselves between my legs, stroking and teasing me through the silk panties.

  There was no discussion, and Vicki and I were in sync as we took Mandy down to the floor, and both of us latched onto her breasts with our mouths, while I stuck my fingers into her mouth to suck on, while my other hand teased her between the legs, all while Vicki was squeezing her breasts with her hands cupping the bottom of her breasts as we feasted on her huge and extremely sensitive nipples.

  I sent a teasing tingling pleasure to my fingertips with my power, as I worked her panties to the side and slid them into her slick heated depths, her hot and naughty paradise gripping and squeezing them as her back arched. Just enough added pleasure to tease her senses further, the key to using my mantel there was subtlety, unless it was an emergency measure to sate Vicki’s needs.

  Our adorably hot blonde writhed under us, panted wildly with her eyes glazing over, as we had our way with her, and teased her senses and built her toward orgasm. She was so sexy, and as powerful as the lust was in my heart so was the love. The pleasure and fog of desire in my mind so much more potent, so much more multi-dimensional, while those base lusts rode and floated on the sweet loving regard I had for our slut goddess. I got lost in the potent mixture swirling in my chest, let it sweep me away in the moment as I loved, used, and pleasured Mandy’s body.