Free Names Have Power: Tim's Magic Voice Makes A Harem by Doctor MC Page A

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oppression. But the other day, when I was getting my hair dyed blond? I
realized then, men like Adlai didn’t interest me anymore. He’s too liberated, you know? So that night, I broke up with him.”
    Very interesting , I thought. But aloud I
said, “Susan, go ahead and send Ashley and Jeanette into my office.”
    Seconds later, the two strippers walked through the
door. Jeanette was dressed in pea-green clothing that was conservative. Well,
as conservative as a woman with long strawberry-blond hair, breast implants, an
athletic figure, and a pretty face could manage.
    On the other hand, Ashley didn’t bother trying to
look sedate— her outfit was black skyscraper heels under a three-piece
outfit of black pinstripe wool that showed a lot of tit. (Perhaps because
Ashley has a lot of tit.) My guess was, her ensemble was part of Frederick’s
of Hollywood’s Don Corleone Collection.
    “Me and Jeanette, we have a problem,” Ashley said. “With
you.”
    Without being invited to, Ashley walked to the
chair facing my desk and sat down. Jeanette moved to stand next to her, her
hand on Ashley’s shoulder.
    “Tell me the problem, Ashley,” I said.
    Ashley glanced up at Jeanette. “Slave Jeanette is
hot for you. Beyond her sometimes getting the urge for cock, I mean. You ,
she’s super-hot for. And last night, I realized I want Jen-Jen to be happy, and
it bugs me when she’s not.”
    “I see. And Jeanette, what do you have to
say about what she said?”
    “I can’t stop thinking about you fucking me,”
Jeanette replied. “I fantasize about me fucking you not because she orders me to, but because you order me to. And maybe I’m in love with
you.”
    Ashley’s head whipped around. “You didn’t tell me
that.”
    I said, “I’m flattered, ladies, I really am. But I
don’t understand, why is this a crisis? C’mon, surely Jeanette has had crushes
on guys before.”
    “Not really,” Jeanette said, “not since I hooked up
with Ashley. Guys are all immature, wimpy, or bullshitters, truly. But you’re
the real deal.”
    “You’re not interested in guys you meet at Nimfo
Club?” I asked.
    Both women laughed. Ashley said, “Guys who come to
strip clubs are losers!”
    “Really, Ashley? You met me at your strip
club.”
    “Because Mike dragged you there. If you’d walked in
our door under your own steam, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”
    “So why are you two here, Ashley? What do you want
from me?”
    The mobster-wannabee stripper answered with a
strange question: “How many bedrooms are in your house?”
    “Two or three,” I said, my face showing my
puzzlement. “I have three bedrooms, but I use one as a home office, and I’d put
a bed in there only in an emergency. Why?”
    “Jen-Jen wants to serve you, but also wants to
serve me; and I want Jen-Jen to be happy. So here’s my idea: I move my
queen-sized bed into an empty bedroom of your house, and Jeanette moves her
twin bed into your bedroom or wherever it’ll fit. Then you fuck her whenever
you want.”
    “I’m sorry, but—”
    “You haven’t heard the sweetener.”
    “Go.”
    “I pay you five hundred bucks a month, and I myself
give you two blowjobs a week.”
    “Ashley, I like you, but right now you’re a
stripper and a whore . Being a whore means your phone ringing all the
time, and you coming and going a lot. Denied.”
    “What about a thousand bucks a month, three
blowjobs a week, and I quit the hooking?”
    Now it was Jeanette’s head that whipped around. “You’d
really stop?”
    Ashley replied, “Why not? House is nearly paid for,
and it’s a bitch dodging vice-squad cops.” To me, Ashley said, “You still don’t
get to fuck me , but I figure you’ll survive. Oh yeah, three sucks a week
from me, plus Sarah and two slave girls fucking and sucking you whenever you
want? You’ll survive.”
    Not to mention, a blowjob every morning from
Susan , I thought.
    “Do we have a deal?” Jeanette pressed.
    I