Alpha Omega
Eric had started collecting the Sushi Girls almost a year earlier. He, Roberta, and Sarah had driven all the way out to Malibu for some beach time. He kept it strictly catch and release that afternoon. They stopped for dinner at a local sushi bar. Ayame was their server. She was exceptionally small, even for an asian woman. Eric was captivated by her soft high voice, long black hair, and delicate porcelain beauty. She had come to the US on a student visa, but when money for school unexpectedly dried up, she dropped out. Rather than face shame back home, she moved without notice and took a job in a restaurant under an assumed name, in violation of her student visa. Her accent helped her fit in at the restaurant, but the manager had no knowledge of her illegal status. Eric took her home that night. She vanished without a trace.
Ayame whet Eric's appetite for small Japanese girls. Her pussy was extraordinarily tight. Her hands were so small it took both of them to encircle his cock. She had to stretch her jaw wide to take his cock. He could have used the PowerBand to make it easier, but rather enjoyed the way she gagged whenever he deepthroated her. Ayame spoke limited English. Eric didn't understand her cries, so he couldn't tell if she was expressing joy or anguish when he butt fucked her. Either way, she always gave up multiple orgasms each time. Eric gave her bigger tits for a while, lots bigger, cartoonishly large considering her small frame. But decided she looked better with the tiny ones she was born with, more in line with her ethnic background. Tiny tits, but with exceptionally large nipples.
Eric decided he wanted more, and searched the city. The filter points were small stature, pretty face, easy to acquire, and English-second-language. It took some sleuthing, but eventually found Haru and Kiru who fit the bill.
He brought the two newcomers to his mansion at the same time. The three hit it off immediately. Ayame was somewhat homesick to speak her native language. Eric tweaked them only slightly with the PowerBand at first. He changed Ayame's name to the town he found her at. Their three names sounded melodious together: Haru, Kiru, and Malibu.
They became inseparable friends and lovers, spending all their time together, exploring each other's back stories and bodies. Eric brought them to his bed at night, training them to become coordinated lovers. He became infatuated with them for a while. For weeks on end they were his only companions at night. He fucked them interchangeably, using the PowerBand on their personalities. They stopped considering themselves as individuals. Instead they saw themselves as a package deal, three for the price of one.
During the day, the other harem girls were welcome to join them in their games. They became quite popular. It was the other harem girls that nicknamed them the Sushi Girls. They had a way of operating as a single lover with three tongues. Once they became a familiar part of harem life, Eric took them aside for one more PowerBand change. He removed their ability to speak English to anybody but him. They communicated through hand gestures and body language. He didn't do this to isolate them per se. His purpose was to turn their friendly reliance on each other into a mutual dependency. He did make sure they were completely happy with only themselves to talk to. Physical communication, A.K.A. fucking, was still liberally shared with the entire harem. All the other girls were accustomed to how the Sushi Girls operated. The hot sex flowed on unabated without benefit of spoken word.
As Eric was still setting up The Ranch, one of the first occupants was Sharri, the manager. Eric had already determined that the Sushi Girls would be part of a planned exhibit. He had gotten his rocks off with them plenty. He wasn't actually bored with them. He had just moved on to other conquests. Sharri need some companionship in the early days. So he sent the Sushi Girls to be her bed warmers.
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Eric had a specific type of man in mind to be the Sushi Girls' exhibit-mate. He found him at a boxing gym on the East End. Mike had played football in high school and even started on a college scholarship. A big, fast, mean black man, he like to play defense because he was rewarded for hitting people. He could plough through a offensive line and smack down a quarterback like a fly. Then came that little legal problem that put a wet towel over his ambitions. She was really cute and sexy. White girl swore she was 18. Turns out, not only was she under aged, she was the University President's daughter. Daddy sent university security to retrieve his girl. Mike beat up three campus rent-a-cops and landed in jail for eighteen months. Pro football was now out, so he turned to boxing to vent his aggressions.
Eric invited the fellow out for a beer after a workout. Even though Eric could use the PowerBand to dominate most any situation that came along, he had to admit, Mike was pretty intimidating. Once comfortably seated at Mike's usual hangout, beers in hand, Eric pitched his proposal, using the PowerBand to grease the wheels, "Mike, I have a special gig for you. I believe you will find that there are considerable rewards in it for you."
"Is it legit? I been to jail and I ain't ever going back there. I don't care what."
Eric calmed him with the PowerBand, making him trusting and agreeable, "Rest assured, no cop will ever come after you. You'll be living in a luxury resort condominium for the duration of the assignment. This resort has loads of women, all of them beautiful. You'll even have a group of women assigned to live with you, sleeping in your bed, available to you around the clock."
"Women? Assigned to me? You mean like whores?" Since Mike had a criminal record, it was hard to find respectable pussy. Skanks and drunks, yes. But never what one might call choice pickings.
"Well not really. They'll be on a 'gig', much like you. Their job, if you want to call it that, will be to give you as much sex as you want. They'll want to have sex with you. And I guarantee, once you meet them, you'll want to fuck them as well."
