While Kat was having her adventure with Mistress Mimi, Jessica was having quite an interesting day of her own. As the sun was setting she found herself, quite unusually, alone in the house. Ella had asked to borrow Marie and Jane to serve drinks at a party she was having, and Jessica had agreed while declining to attend herself. Jessica knew this particular crowd of Ella's friends, and while they would no doubt think themselves wild and daring to be served by "slave girls" in lingerie, they were at heart uptight and boring and nothing really interesting would happen at the party.
Instead, Jessica had opted for a quiet Sunday at home. She was planning to sit down and watch the new movie by her favorite director, which had just arrived in the mail the day before. Jessica had a very high opinion of this woman's work: It was top-quality lesbian erotica, or porn if you preferred -- which Jessica actually did, thinking the word "erotica" pretentious. Her movies had actual plots and plenty of buildup that inevitably led to hot, hot sex. Sometimes it was just couples, sometimes threesomes or more, but Jessica always had complete confidence that she would get off several times before it was over.
She had just poured herself a drink, sat down, and pressed "Play" when the doorbell rang. Jessica sighed. What might it be now? Pausing the movie, she walked to the front door and peered through the peephole. There were two young women on the other side, one with dark hair and glasses, one with light brown hair tied back in a ponytail. Suddenly Jessica was interested.
Swinging open the door, Jessica took in both girls with a glance. The dark-haired one was maybe 20, with an exquisitely beautiful face and a thin but very attractive body. The other one was 18 or 19, slightly plainer of face with an almost chubby but decidedly curvy figure.
"Hi," said the dark-haired girl. "My name is Rose, and this is Rebecca." Rebecca nodded. Glancing down, Jessica saw that Rose was carrying a stack of Watchtowers, and suddenly it all made sense: they were Jehovah's Witnesses.
Rose launched into some canned speech about natural disasters and how they were God's judgment on humanity, but Jessica paid no attention. Instead she looked back and forth from one girl to the other, sizing them up, her mind racing. Would it possible to seduce them? How might such a thing be accomplished?
What Jessica couldn't have known -- but may somehow have sensed -- was that Rose and Rebecca were ripe for the taking. They were normal young women with healthy sexual appetites that they had no way to express, and long-suppressed curiosity about sex in all its forms. There was a natural attraction between them that, with all the time they'd spent together, had grown into a powerful yearning. But neither of them could do anything about it; each was afraid that the other would see her as sinful. So it was going to take a third party to bring it out of them.
At the first opportunity Jessica interrupted Rose's spiel. "It's getting awfully cold out here," said Jessica. "Why don't you come on inside."
The girls readily agreed; Jessica imagined that they had been getting frosty receptions at every door they had gone to, and were glad to find someone who would listen. And it really was getting cold now that the sun was going down; Rose, in particular, was underdressed for the weather, and it occurred to Jessica that the Witnesses might not be above using sex appeal as a sales technique.
