Author's Note
I've been getting a few comments asking when/if the stakes will ratchet up in the story or whether some kind of conflict will emerge -- hate to let anyone down, but I feel I ought to go ahead and admit that this isn't the kind of story I'm trying to write here. I'm considering a few brushes with trouble or danger, but nothing that will pose a serious threat. I've got a few other stories cooking in the meantime that will be more up your alley if you're looking for something with a bit more tension -- but as for this one, expect mainly fluff and play. I've found that's what fits the super-luck concept best.
That said, this chapter does introduce a bit more lore and drops hints toward the power's true nature (which will definitely be expanded on as things keep going) -- so I'm hoping you'll all look forward to more upcoming plot threads about that!
Thanks for all positive & constructive comments -- they are always appreciated!
Chapter 4: Moving In
A brief clean-up and a change of clothes later, Ben and his lovely companions were back downstairs. Eleni explained the plan: "I have a very high-end catering service on call. All I have to do is say the word, and they'll bring a smattering of fine food for us."
Her call to the service was as quick and easy as her request for the limousine earlier. Equally impressive was how fast the food arrived. As they gathered around the big table in the dining area, a team of caterers laid out everything they could have asked for: fresh entrees, salads, breads. There was even ice cream for dessert.
They thanked the caterers, who bowed respectfully before departing. Then, alone together again in the dining room, the five lovers began to talk and laugh together as they dug into their meal.
"Oh, I'm stuffed," Aimee finally announced with satisfaction. She lounged back against the soft leather cushioning of her chair. "Do the wealthy always eat this well?"
"It's just one of the perks," Eleni confirmed.
"So, Eleni," Ben asked, curious. "If it's not rude to ask, how did you get all your money?"
"I'm an heiress," she replied, straightening a bit in her seat as she announced it with pride in her voice.
"Wait," Shaheen cut in. "Like Paris Hilton?"
Eleni tittered. "Oh, don't compare me to such a brainless slut. I'm a smart, shrewd, sophisticated slut." She offered Shaheen a winning grin. "My late father, Georges Zafira, started up a business empire that spanned from Europe to America. To discuss the nitty-gritty of that would bore you; it was never my thing, anyway. It's all managed by other successors these days, but I live well on my cut.
"Really, I never knew what to do with so much financial wealth once it was mine," she went on. "I had the estate here, with all its amenities, but it seemed so empty most of the time. I did my time as a socialite -- hosting gatherings here for the well-to-do -- but that was hardly fulfilling, either. Everything felt hollow and transactional; no friendship was true, no romance genuine.
"Not until you four came along," she told them, her expression bright. "This new arrangement, whatever you'd call it, is the best change of pace I've ever had. A good deal is the magic; I won't deny that. But perhaps it's also because you're so... normal. In the best way, of course. You conceal nothing. You mean what you say. You're the best company I've ever kept. So, however my incidental wealth can be used to reward you for that, I'll be honored to use it."
"You've certainly done an excellent job using it today," Alicia said appreciatively. "I hope this goes on and on. And gets more and more interesting."
"Me too!" Aimee exclaimed.
"I'd like that," Shaheen agreed with a grin. "And I'd like a few more playmates to spice things up. But I suppose that will happen soon enough."
Eleni laughed lightly before turning to Ben. "I expect it won't be long until you have dozens of lovers vying for your affection. That bracelet is going to facilitate it all, no?"
"I think it will," he replied. "Not that we're going to jump right into dozens. I'm pretty damn satisfied right now with the four of you."
Eleni seemed to like that answer, but it didn't quench her curiosity. "Ah, but we could have more, couldn't we?" she asked. "If you decided to make such a request to your power..."
"Wouldn't you get jealous at a certain point? I mean, the more newcomers join the fold, the less time I'll have to please any one of you."
"Do you see any hints of jealousy yet?" Eleni asked playfully, gesturing at the others gathered around. "None of us have even dreamed of feeling that way. I imagine the magic has more than a little to do with this. Think of it: what could be a luckier result than perfect, stress-free polyamory? Under normal circumstances, such a thing would require unbelievable chemistry between all partners involved."
"And we've got that, don't we?" Alicia added. "I don't care if we're feeling it sooner than we should be. I don't mind if magic is helping it along. It feels too good to deny."
"I like everything your magic does, Ben," Shaheen affirmed. "It gives us pleasure. It gives us a perfect relationship. It lets us focus on all the good stuff without having to worry about any hiccups or wrinkles or snags. And I think it's just getting started."
Ben liked the sound of that. Thinking back over the last two days, he realized it was all true; the magic had made it all so easy. He'd skipped the long trials of courtship and dating; he'd won these lovers with nothing more than intention and desire, and the magic had smoothed over the rest. He hadn't needed to doubt anything since. His women weren't going anywhere.
Now they and the magic both assured him that there could -- and would -- be more.
"Okay," he said confidently. "A dozen lovers, then. Maybe two."
"Fuck yeah," Alicia affirmed, grinning ear to ear.
"We can take it slow if you like, Ben," Eleni said. "One by one... seduction by seduction. I think I'd enjoy watching the look on each new girl's face as you blow her mind in bed for the first time."