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A/N: Many people have been noting that the girls' names causes some confusion. Firstly because they all start with the same letter, and secondly because I often work their names down to just a three letter nickname, causing even more confusion. Of course it's too late to change their actual names, but I think I found a workable solution. From here on out, Vivika will always be referred to as Vivika, Valentina will be referred to as Val (I thought about having her go by Tina, but it just didn't fit her character and she seems like the type who would hate being called Tina) and Vanessa will become Nessa. Hopefully that will clear up any confusion on who is who. But just in case, and because it's been so long: Vivika is the red-headed, classically beautiful, leader. Val is the Latin tomboy with green highlights, a fit body, and a perfectly toned ass. Nessa is the sweet blonde with blue as her favorite color and a considerable bust.
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While I had been invigorated by the experience in detention, logic and reason began to push back into my mind now that lust and desire had had their fill and were absent. I was no longer certain that this was all a bad idea, that I had to stop it, but I was still questioning things. Just when I had come around to their way of thinking, I learn they can do some kind of...magic? Surely there was some other explanation, one that I couldn't think of at the time because I was too overcome with lust, and yet still couldn't think of because I was overcome with exhaustion.
Taking Vivika's advice, I returned home to rehydrate. I removed my clothes the moment I entered my home, so my still sweaty skin could feel the cool breeze of my AC. I knew Vivika wouldn't be there already, waiting for me, but part of me wished she had. The more time I spent not being horny, the more time I had to reason and doubt. Every logical point I made to myself was countered by the same irrational point: the sex was amazing.
I had never had a very active sex life. I didn't go to bars to pick up women, and I almost never asked out strangers. Rather, I would gain a female friend, and, over time, she would become a girlfriend. I always told myself this made the sex better. That if it was just some one night stand I wouldn't feel anything special and it wouldn't be as good. But of all the sex I've had with the handful of women I've dated, none of it compared to any of my encounters with the V-girls.
Two full bottles of Gatorade later, I felt refreshed and relaxed, until I realized that Vivika still hadn't shown up. Another game of hers, I was certain of that, but I did worry that now was the time she would turn on me. I don't know why I distrusted her so much - probably because she kept so many secrets from me. I was left almost always in the dark when it came to those three, so my mind always jumped to the worst conclusion. Given the illegal and immoral events I had participated in, how could anyone blame me?
Certain she wouldn't show, I opted to collapse onto my bed, finally, and sleep away the rest of my anxiety. Had it not been for the vigorous exercise hours earlier, I'm sure all the questions and doubts and fears I had would have kept me from falling asleep. While the Gatorade had helped, I was still very exhausted and spent and needed a solid 8 hours to refuel.
But I wouldn't get so much as one hour, thanks to Vivika, who I awoke to see straddling my naked body. She was still dressed as she had been at the start of detention, and I was still dressed how I was by the end of it. She smiled down at me while her manicured nails lightly dragged down my chest. The room was well lit, though not by any of my lamps. Instead, wall to wall the room was decorated by small, lit, candles. I certainly didn't put them all there, and I didn't even own one candle let alone what appeared to be hundreds. From that, I assumed I had been asleep far longer than I thought, and Vivika used that time to set up this rather romantic setting.
"So you came, after all," I said, trying my best to sound confident.
"I'll always come for you, Mr. Harper," she replied with an obvious innuendo.
"So what are you? Really?" I abruptly asked. Even with such an accusatory question, Vivika didn't so much as flinch. She just kept admiring by bare flesh with her eyes and hands.
"We're just as you said, Mr. Harper."
"Witches?"
"That'd be the best way to describe us," she confirmed. "Though we're not witches in the Wiccan or Pagan sense. We have powers, that much you know already. We're not all about worshiping the gods and goddess of nature and whatnot. Our interests are more..." she trailed off while leaning down to my ear, than continued her sentence with a whisper and a bite, "...primal."
I could only assume by "primal" she meant sex, or at least that was what most of the evidence lead me to believe. Still, I wasn't convinced by her claim of having powers. "Powers? Really?" I had seen her do some fantastical things, but nothing that couldn't be explained by something that wasn't supernatural.
This seemed to offend Vivika a bit, as she shot right back up to look down at me with a curious look. "Really, Mr. Harper? After tonight, you still don't believe we are something
special
?"
