I just held her, what else could I do. There was no easy fix, she had to conquer those demons herself, and I had faith she’d do so in time. She was a hell of a woman.

  The Olympia Gentleman’s club was already busy when we arrived at just past five and took a seat around the table. The oak bar was to my right and was along that whole wall until the hallway to the back, private dancing booths, and the bathrooms. The tables were black, with black frame chairs and red cushions. The rug was a dark blue color, with white flecks, or at least it appeared to be in the low lighting.

  Straight ahead was a whole lot a tables, and all three of the stages were easily within my vision if a little far away. The ones on the left and right were half the size of the main stage all the way in the back of the long rectangular room. All the stages also had stage seating around them for those that liked to get close up and throw singles.

  The place was a little rowdy and loud, groups of guys hooting and hollering, as the three stages were occupied by twisting and gyrating topless women in G-strings or panties, obviously in the second song of their set post striptease. I’ll admit it was a little distracting, but not nearly as distracting as my four goddesses dressed in risqué tube dresses of varying color to suit their skin, hair, and eyes. Of course, I’d always been one to prefer a little mystery and imagination in my viewing pleasure, and I was probably biased. The ladies on stage truly were exceptionally attractive and fit, with huge tits.

  Even the waitresses walking around were alluringly attractive, the uniform a skintight stretchy black crop top showing plenty of cleavage and bare stomach, above a very short black mini-skirt and thigh high white silk stockings, with black calf high boots with three-inch heels. Honestly, some of those were hotter than the dancers.

  I turned my head as a tall and leggy light blonde with an adorably beautiful face and a dancer’s toned body approached the table from behind the bar with a wide smile on her face. She was a goddess both literally and figuratively in the black booty shorts and a skintight halter top. I was a little shocked when she bent over and hugged Natasha, but I assumed it was fine when they both squealed in excitement.

  “You’re here in my club! And you look fabulous!”

  “It’s a wonderful place Aunt Lily, and thanks. You look amazing, well always.”

  Lily blushed, “As long as your father thinks so, I’m happy,” she waved at Vicki, “Good to see you again, Vicki. You corrupting our little girl?”

  Vicki giggled, “As much as possible, but she hadn’t far to go when we met.”

  Natasha snorted.

  Lily snickered, then nodded at me, “Thank you for bringing Amber home,” she squeezed Natasha hard in a hug, “Both of you.”

  “Our pleasure, Lily. It’s nice to see you again, and in much better circumstances.”

  I almost hadn’t recognized her. I mean it’d been twenty-two years since I’d been forced by Nate to put Amber in Tartarus before we visited them to rub it in their faces. Hot leggy blondes weren’t exactly rare, even ones that had adorably beautiful faces. In fact, she looked a lot like our goddess of wisdom around the face, save instead of verging on full lips she had bowed lips, and nine inches taller with the same body measurements making her willowy instead of curvy and proportional.

  Lily beamed, “You should come back tomorrow night. We have our skits on Saturday nights, and I take the stage. I’ll leave you to your dinner. Natasha, just wow, having a harem of your own must agree with you.”

  She giggled, and actually blushed, “Thanks, I think.”

  She winked at us playfully, telling us she was just teasing Natasha, then left as the hot redheaded fair skinned and Irish beauty waitress walked up to take our order. Vicki, Mandy, and I got the ribeye, while Natasha and Amelia got a New York strip, all of us ordered it rare with a loaded baked potato and a side of mushrooms.

  Natasha winked at me, “Totally your harem, honey, and one I’m just a part of.”

  All the others giggled, and I laughed, “Spankings all around then?”

  Mandy said breathily, “Yes, please,” while Amelia blushed, then blushed harder when I sent a wink her way.

  “I see how it is,” I said playfully.

  Natasha grinned, “Actually she meant I was running one, like June runs dad’s harem for him, takes care of all the little details so you don’t have to.” She coyly batted her eyelashes at me in innocence, and I wasn’t sure I bought it. I mean, she’d never lie to me, but she did tease me on occasion.

  There were three new fully clothed dancer’s taking the stage. If ridiculously tight and barely there outfits could be counted as fully clothed. Two of them were just in plain slutty clothes, while the third had on a sexy as hell mockery of a women’s skirt suit in hot pink. I mean, I totally got the whole inspiration and dance thing, all three of them moved like professional dancers, not just strutting and jiggling their tits, and bending over to twerk their hips, like in most topless bars, but a truly erotic and cock hardening dance due to talent, flexibility, and sensuality.

  I shrugged, and I used my stern voice, “You belong to me, baby. So that would make it mine anyway.”

  Her lips parted, and she gave me a smoldering look, like I’d just pushed her buttons hard, and the others were giggling again.

  A few, more than a few of the guys in the room, were stealing looks at our table. It was annoying, but it was honestly no worse than anywhere else that way, so I dealt with it as well as the insane protective possessiveness it engendered.

  Vicki asked, “So, Amelia. Have you ever been in a strip club before?”

  Natasha asked faux tartly, “So you’re assuming the rest of us have?”

  Mandy giggled, “Haven’t you?”

  Natasha blushed, “Once or twice, you?”

  Mandy winked, “How do you think I paid for MIT, until my inventions started rolling in the money? I was disowned, remember? So I danced, earned enough in a month to pay for a year of school, and banked the rest. It was the logical course, the money is really good, and the dancing a lot of fun.”

  Amelia blushed, “Actually this isn’t my first time, but only once before, to make a girlfriend happy. Not that I don’t enjoy the view, but…”

  Mandy chimed in with the same words she used before when Amelia was at a loss, “But you’re not a slut like the rest of us.”

  Amelia laughed, “Yes, that.”

  I snickered, “So, you know you’re dancing for all of us now, tonight, don’t you?”

  Mandy bounced, “I’d love to,” then looked at Natasha beseechingly, “You can beauty me up in a couple of hot stripper uniforms, can’t you?”

  Natasha giggled, “It’ll be my pleasure.”

  Mandy sighed, “Too bad we don’t have a stripper pole.”

  Natasha giggled harder, and a lot naughtier, “Umm, we do, in the toy room. I might even join you, really blow their minds. Umm, not that I’ve done that, professionally I mean. But my aunt is the goddess of dance and inspiration, and she taught me a lot.”

  She winked at me, “I told you there was still a lot of naughtiness to find.”

  Damn, they were going to kill me.

  Mandy looked excited, and I was just glad I was sitting down to hide the huge tent in my pants.

  I cleared my throat, “Toy room?”

  Natasha shrugged, “Nothing too crazy. Stripper pole, sex swing, sybian, vibrators and dildos, a paddle or two, and a massage table with strategically placed holes. I’ve never used it, its mom’s, but I don’t think she’d mind if we used witchcraft to clean everything when we’re done.”

  Huh, why didn’t I already know about this?

  The food came out, and the steak was as good as any steakhouse I’d been to, if not better. The conversation also moved back to less risqué topics at that point, as we continued to get to know each other better all around.

  The couch in the living room was comfortably plush, especially with Natasha and Amelia leaning up against me on either side. The sexual tension between the latter and myself was especially high, given it still hadn’t been broken for the first time, but I reminded myself I wasn’t in a hurry for that.

  All my goddesses preferred to be dominated physically by my hands. Pinned down as opposed to tied up, and spanked with my hand as opposed to a paddle, but they sure as hell didn’t mind using the paddles on each other.

  It was close to three in the morning, and we had spent a couple of hours in the adult playroom getting a bit crazy. Natasha and Mandy were wicked dancers, and they’d teased me outrageously in a matched set of naughty policewoman uniforms. They’d even worked up a little skit for me using paddles, and they insisted they needed a sperm sample to clear me of a crime, and they took great delight in the double blow job that blew my mind, dressed in nothing but stiletto heeled boots and the tie from the uniform after their strip dance.

  The massage table was a lot of fun too, and it turned out Vicki was actually a registered masseuse and gave us all hot oil massages, while the other two of us worked below the table to deliver naughty pleasure. The holes in the table were strategically placed for head, tits, and genitals. The vibrators and dildos gave new meaning to double penetration, that a thumb just couldn’t match. The swing was also more than a little fun. It was a wild couple of hours, and we’d honestly all still be up there if we all hadn’t felt we had to get back to Amelia who’d been reading a book. Amelia didn’t look or act like she minded at all, but none of us wanted to take a chance of reaching that limit and making her feel neglected.

  Regardless, it had been an amazing two hours of surprises, that opened my eyes to new levels of naughty seduction and wickedly depraved fun my goddesses really enjoyed getting up to. Not just to wind me up, but to wind each other up as well.

  Of course, that’s when reality and the consequences of our failure and responsibility finally reared its head, as Natasha got a text from her father.

  Natasha said, “There’re six incidents today that we need to stop, the first one is in just forty-five minutes. All of the incidents would lead to bad relations, either with the humans or one of the other supernatural races. He’s got it in a little spreadsheet arranged by time order.

  The first one is a god in England, the countryside. He’s a,” Natasha started to giggle, and took a moment to master herself, “Sorry. He’s got a thing for cosplay apparently, especially sexy elven maidens from Lord of the Rings,” her lips twitched, but she managed to hold back the laughter that time, “Anyway, the idiot must’ve decided a fae’s pointed ears were just as exotic. He’s a minor god of lust and pleasure, taking it to a creepy place because of his cosplay fetish.

  “With Nate gone, he apparently can’t control himself. He’s going to compel all of them into obedience, and have all the woman dress up in elven,” she started to giggle again, “Oh, goddess, it’s not funny, it’s wrong and rape. He’s going to have them dress up like elves and serve him hand and foot. Not just sexually, but cooking, cleaning, massages, bathing him, even feeding him by hand like some spoiled emperor, and basically drowning him in attention and affection when they aren’t doing anything else for him.”

  Amelia shivered, “That’s disturbing.”

  Natasha nodded, “I was giggling because it was just too pathetic, it was either laugh or cry. The god is a major piece of work, from what I can tell here, and only behaving before that because of the threat of Nate’s justice. He’s probably hoping no one will take notice of one fae mound out in the wilderness, apparently not understanding that all mounds are in communication magically.”

  Amelia asked me, “Is that what you want, all of us doting and serving you?” with a playful lilt.

  I snorted, “That doesn’t sound fun at all. I want to own you, but that doesn’t mean I want automatons. Would I mind being spoiled? Of course not, but only if you wanted to.”

  Amelia smirked, “You want to own me?”

  “Desperately, and you’re magnificent and perfect just the way you are.” I admitted, and I kissed her forehead as I pulled her tighter against me.

  She blushed, “Good,” then she winked.

  Natasha looked a bit breathless, and shook her head, “The second one is like seven hours away, around ten in the morning our time.”

  I nodded, “It can wait, let’s just take them one at a time, otherwise we’ll be stressing the list.”

  Natasha smiled, “You don’t want it?”

  I waved airily, “You run my harem, so run it, baby. I own and satisfy, I don’t micromanage, and I quite like the idea of you being my sexy assistant.”

  She giggled, but said rather breathily, “Yes, honey, I’ll do just that.”

  Mandy cleared her throat, “So, anyone else want to dress up as elves and serve Gary breathlessly until he takes us, or is that just me?”

  There were a lot of giggles at that, but no one else admitted it, either way.

  The thought behind my wildly impulsive goddess’s suggestion did more for me than the idea of it, since I didn’t have an elf ear fetish at all. Really, the only creepy part of the lust god’s fetish was he wanted brainless Stepford servants. I wanted to possess and cherish who they really were, and to let them spoil me in their own way and at their choice only. What fun would it be to dominate them in bed for any of us, if there was nothing to dominate, if that made sense.

  A subtle yet critical distinction, though most of my exes would argue I was still a disgusting sexist and a Neanderthal. Owning them wasn’t just about my satisfaction, it was taking satisfaction in giving them exactly what they needed and wanted, that way. A two-way street.

  “Alright, you can get us there?”

  Natasha grinned, “I have the coordinates and time he’ll appear there, so yes. I also think we can do better than dressing as elves if we want to roleplay being bimbo brainless servants for Gary, for fun, we can do better than that.”

  Mandy tilted her head, “You’re right.”

  Natasha winked, “We’ll talk about it later, so we can surprise him one day, very soon. The rules are simple enough, we have to stay in character and uniform until we seduce him into using our bodies, at that point we’re out and can change and act normal, while the rest of us keep on with it until the last is eliminated.”

  Mandy giggled, and both Vicki’s and Amelia’s curiosity was clearly piqued. Damn, I was so spoiled.

  “You all really want to do that?”

  Natasha shrugged, “It might be wicked fun in roleplay, mostly it’s about wanting to seduce you, though, and blow our man’s mind. But no, I have no desire to be a brainless bimbo in truth, but playing one, driving you crazy, really sounds fun. If you think about it, it feeds strongly back into our need to be owned and taken in the bedroom, so it’s not entirely about you either.”

  Vicki winked, and Amelia blushed again.

  “Change the subject, I really don’t want to brace this guy with a woody.”

  Mandy snickered, “How many kids do we all want? I want at least two in the first generation.”

  Damn, if she thought that subject would make my cock shrivel, she didn’t know me well at all yet.

  Natasha said, “Three.”

  Vicki said, “Two.”

  Amelia said, “At least three.”

  Damn, that was ten kids, good thing the mansion had like… twenty something rooms beside the master bedroom. I wasn’t entirely sure, I hadn’t counted during the tour.

  Natasha said, “I’d like to hire a couple of witches to help us, since they’ll all have witchcraft, and need training. Plus, Vicki would go insane trying to wrangle ten kids while the rest of us were working.”

  Vicki said, “I second the motion,” then turned to Amelia, “At least?”

  Amelia blushed, “That’s entirely up to Gary, if he wants more than three children with me, I won’t say no. But I want at least three.”

  My cock twitched hard, so much for going down. I’d have to ask her about that later, at the moment she looked like she wanted to bury her head in the sand in mortification, at mentioning her body would so totally belong to me, including her womb, that it was up to me. That was assuming it all worked out of course, she still hadn’t even committed to playing house with the rest of us yet.

  “We’ll see,” I said in a teasingly stern tone.

  She snuggled deeper into me, burying her burning red cheeks into my shoulder.

  I turned to Natasha, “I also like the witch idea, I assume that won’t be setup like Brenna is?”

  She shook her head, “No, I’m not sharing you with anyone else.”

  I grinned, “No arguments. There’s always roleplay if I want to twist the sheets with the barely legal babysitter or nanny.”

  She giggled, “Damn right, Mandy would look hot in pigtails and a school uniform.”

  Mandy giggled, “Yes, please.”

  I kissed her, languidly and dreamily, lost in her soft silken lips.

  “You are so beautiful when your jealous, trouble.”

  She bit her lip, her eyes telling me deep things. Things that she didn’t dare yet speak, and I felt my heart answer in kind. Gods, she was amazing. Breathtaking, as sweet as she was depraved, and I know I didn’t talk about it much, but her aura as a goddess was truly overwhelming. Brimming with the power of a tier-one goddess of love, pleasure, fertility, and beauty, and it added to her cultured allure making her absolutely hypnotic.

  Damn, so much for not going to England with a hard-on. Her sweetly loving seductive dark chocolate eyes had made me the hardest of all we’d just talked about and all that had just happened. It literally ached in its confinement.

  Chapter Six

  Natasha

  It was chilly in England in late December, not all that different than in Chicago, actually. The surrounding wilderness was absent any sign of civilization, but I knew there was a fae tree and mound just to the northwest, about a mile away. The spells around my neck on the filagree tiger charm also kept me at a comfortable temperature now, as well as keeping me dry, bulletproof, and a couple of other useful spells.