In the weeks after the game night with Sophie's friends, things were more or less normal. Or it was until I got a text from my brother inviting me and Sophie out to dinner with him and his fiancée. My biggest fear was that Sophie would play games and ruin my brother's relationship. His fiancée seemed like she was really good to him. All I had to do was ask Sophie not to interfere in a way that didn't get me in trouble.
I waited until Sophie got back from a shopping trip. That was usually when she was in the best mood. She had dozens of shopping bags spread out on the bed and she was taking out everything she bought and showing it off to me. She had to have spent over ten grand on this one trip alone, but it was nothing for Sophie. She could have walked out with all of these items for free without even trying, but she liked to buy them. I think it was more fun for her to spend real money. She easily could because she made a seven figure salary at a job that never required her to do any work or even come in to the office.
"Sophie?" I started tentatively.
"Hmm?" She said, while hanging a new top in her closet.
"Kurtis and his fiancée, Julie, invited us out to dinner tonight."
"Oh, nice," she answered from the closet. "Where are we going?"
"The new Italian place that opened downtown. Classico Ristorante, I think. And uh..."
There was a pause as I tried to figure out how to word my request.
"What's up, Matt?"
"It's just that...uh..." I stammered.
"Spit it out," Sophie ordered.
The words leapt out of my mouth. "I don't want you to ruin their relationship!"
Sophie laughed. "Oh is that all? Why would I do that, Matty?"
I didn't answer.
Sophie prodded, "What are you afraid I'll do?"
I foolishly tried to backtrack, "I don't think you'll do anything necessarily..."
Sophie cut me off. "Be honest, Matt."
"I'm afraid you'll use your mind control on them and have your way with one or both of them." The words were pulled from my lips despite my effort to keep them unspoken.
Sophie crossed her arms. She definitely looked angry. Oh fuck, I thought. I was regretting even bringing it up to her.
"Ok," she said.
"Ok?" I asked, cautiously.
"I won't ruin your brother's relationship with his fiancée. I would never want to stand in the way of love." She smiled at me and went back to hanging up her new clothes. I was stunned that had gone as well as it did.
By the time we got to the restaurant that night, I wasn't so sure it had gone well, but I couldn't put my finger on why I felt that way. Kurtis and Julie were waiting for us at a table on the Classico Ristorante's outdoor patio. Julie greeted Sophie warmly when we joined them. I gave Kurtis a pat on the back and congratulated them on the engagement. Then I pulled Julie in for a congratulatory hug as well. They were both beaming. I was so happy for them. I just hoped Sophie would keep her word.
The server came around and took our drink orders. I noticed him take an extended glance at Sophie's chest. She was wearing an attention-grabbing top that was typical for her. It showed off her cleavage exactly the way she liked. Mostly because she loved catching wandering eyes. I had a lump in my throat. I worried what she would do, but Sophie just ordered like normal. It wondered if she didn't notice, but that was unlikely. Sophie always noticed when men stared at her.
Sophie asked Julie if she'd go to the ladies' room with her. They both left the table, already laughing together like old friends. I felt a pang of fear seeing Sophie get time alone with Julie. I tried to put that fear away. Sophie had said she wouldn't interfere with their relationship. Maybe she meant it.
While they were gone, Kurtis and I caught up. He told me all about how happy he was with Julie and how lucky he felt to have her. I was so happy for him. He deserved to be with someone who treated him well.
After a couple minutes, Julie and Sophie joined us back at the table. As far as I could tell, Julie was acting perfectly normal. That was a good sign. Still, there was a knot in my chest. The server came back with our drinks expertly balanced on a tray. He was a younger guy, tall and lean. He seemed totally at ease with himself. I paid close attention to his wandering eyes and, sure enough, his gaze lingered on Sophie's cleavage. She didn't seem to mind or even notice. Then as he handed Julie her drink he peered down her shirt. Sophie did notice that. Julie had obviously noticed his leering too because she adjusted her top. She looked extremely uncomfortable. I noticed Sophie tense in her chair. The server passed me and Kurtis our drinks and then taking stock of the table asked us if we were ready to order. He turned to Sophie first. She looked up at him with a smile that might have looked innocent, but I recognized as dangerous.
Sophie made a show of reading his nametag. "Greg, is it?"
"Uh, yes, Ma'am," Greg nodded.
"Greg, I noticed you look down my friend's shirt a moment ago."
Greg sputtered, "Ma'am I would never-"
Sophie cut him off, "Greg, you should be on your knees when you talk to me." Greg collapsed on the patio. Kurtis and Julie audibly gasped. I sat there without making a sound. I knew Sophie would do what she felt like doing.
Sophie flashed an apologetic smile at Kurtis and Julie. "Oh, don't worry guys. I just want to teach Greg some manners." To everyone within ear shot she announced, "No one sees anything unusual about Greg's behavior."
The people at nearby tables who had turned to look when Greg fell to his knees went back to their meals. Kurtis and Julie relaxed back into their chairs. Greg was staring at the ground by Sophie's feet. He didn't seem able to meet her eyes. I didn't blame him.
"Greg, look at me," Sophie whispered to him.
His head lifted to look up at her. "Greg, you feel something stirring in your pants, don't you?"
Greg looked confused, but nodded.
"There's a hand cupping your balls, isn't there?"
"Oh God, there is," Greg sounded like he was panicking.
