At seven in the evening I knocked on a stranger's door in the wealthier part of town. The house was a massive three story thing, that probably had a pool out back and maybe even a tennis court. I was wearing one of Claire's nice dresses, a black number with plenty of cleavage. Claire had stepped out of it an hour ago to fuck Derek, and when we all got dressed again, we'd swapped clothes. I still didn't have very much to wear in my new size, since Derek had turned me from an A cup to a D. Derek, standing next to me, wore his usual t-shirt and jeans.
A man opened the door. He was a big guy with a gut. He held a beer in his hand and was wearing slacks and an undershirt. "Whatever it is," he told my tits, "We're not buying any. And we already have a religion."
He didn't close the door right away, though, probably because he was enjoying the view.
"We're here to talk to Ellen Carter," Derek said.
"Whatcha wanna talk to her about?" he asked.
"A book," Derek said.
That part was tricky. The book was a Danielle Steel book. I'd put a piece of paper in it that said, "If you're looking for a sense of purpose, say these words." The rest was what looked like gibberish, although it was pronounceable. I'd gotten the gibberish from a book Derek's friend Blake had found, which we'd used to cast a ritual. It's a long story. Anyway, I'd put the piece of paper in the book so my Mom would read it, so she wouldn't interfere when I wanted to have Derek over. Reading the words gave the reader the best sense of purpose ever: To live and serve my master, Derek.
Mom had put the paper back in the book and returned it to the library, where it was read by two librarians. They left the paper in the book, and put the book back on the shelves. By the time Derek found out, the book had been checked out. Eloise, the head librarian, looked up who borrowed it and supplied us with the name and address. Of course, she wouldn't have done such a thing for anyone but Derek.
Derek was her purpose.
"The Bible?" the guy asked.
"No. A book she's reading already. It's complicated, and private." Derek didn't want to say more, because he didn't want Eloise to get into trouble for giving out private patron information.
"Nothing that has to do with my wife is private from me," he said, and shut the door on us.
"Well, that didn't work," I said.
"Nope. Looks like we're going to have to do this the hard way, Annie, or not at all."
"I vote not at all." The hard way could get us into trouble. And there was a good chance she wouldn't ever read the words. I mean, Sally had, when I'd given her a chance. My Mom had. Akane, the girl who checked in the book, had, and she'd shown it to her boss Eloise who did the same. But surely at some point someone would look at it and not read the words aloud, right? I mean, our luck had to change, and there was no reason to take drastic action.
The other reason I was in favor of doing nothing was that I wanted Ellen Carter to read the note. Hell, I wouldn't mind if she copied it and sent it to all her friends. Derek was against getting any more people to serve him, but I wanted him to have the best and the most of everything. And Ellen Carter lived in a nice house, so maybe she had money. Our little group wasn't particularly rolling in it, consisting of college students, a waitress, two librarians, and my mother. And I needed a lot of new dresses to go with my new, bigger tits.
Money might not make people happy, but it didn't hurt. We needed a bigger bed, too. And maybe a house, so we could all live together and Derek would have ready access to us whenever he wanted without my mom trying to play the lube fairy.
Derek hesitated. He was a good man. I'd known him since we were ten and had a crush on him the whole time. He was torn. On the one hand, he didn't want to enslave another unsuspecting victim. But he didn't want to hurt anyone to stop it, either.
What I suspect decided things was my fantasy scenario, where Ellen decided that the best way to serve was to spread the gospel of Derek far and wide. Derek turned and signaled Fred, who was waiting in the car.
Fred got out and walked up to join us. Derek moved to the side, out of view on one side, with Fred on the other.
"Think he'll answer a second time?"
"He'll at least look through the peephole," Derek said.
I sighed. Derek wanted the plan to work, so I supposed I did, too. A will of my own was so overrated. I loosened the dress a little, and pulled it down, so that it exposed more cleavage and some of my bra. Then I rang the doorbell one more time.
Sure enough, he opened the door. "I thought I told you no." But my boobs held his attention.
"Let us talk to your wife and I'll give you a blowjob," I told him. "Or I'll get you off with my tits."
It was a good plan, given how obviously he was perving me. But like so many good plans, it went awry, because it turned out that this time a woman who could only be Ellen Carter appeared a second later right behind her husband. She was a pale stick of a woman, with honey colored hair with streaks of gray, and she had on a cream chemise and a baby blue skirt that was probably part of a suit.
She looked like she had heard every word. "Henry! Well. I never!"
"You should try, sometime," I told her. The words just popped out of my mouth.
"This doesn't concern you, woman," Henry said.
He tried to close the door, only to have Fred stick his foot in the door to stop it.
Fred was a football player in high school, and a year of college hadn't changed his physique. With Henry trying to close the door, and Fred trying to keep it open, there could only be one winner.
Ellen ran inside. "I'll call the police," she yelled.
It was all going south. I squeezed past Fred and Henry Carter and chased her down. She'd reached the dining room when I tackled her, and we ended up in a tangle on the floor. By that time Derek and Fred had entered, too.
Derek frowned. Fred had Mr. Carter backed into a corner. We had gone through plan A and B and were onto plan C, and if there was one thing I hated above all it was Derek being unhappy. But we were all doing the best we could, and we had the situation under control now.
I straddled Ellen so she couldn't get up.
"Ellen Carter?" Derek asked.
She didn't answer, but raked my face with her nails instead. The bitch. I pushed her shoulders down hard. I wondered if Derek was getting at least a little turned on by the cat fight.
She responded to that by grabbing my dress and pulling. It ripped, extending the already generous cleavage to indecent proportions. Worse, it was Claire's dress. I scratched her back.
Henry tried to join in the fray, but Fred held him in an arm lock.
"Mrs. Carter," Derek tried again. "We just want to know about a book."
"What book?" she asked.
"A Danielle Steel book you checked out of the library. Did you find a paper inside?"
"A paper? Oh, the one that fluttered out. Henry grabbed it and threw it in the trash. What did it say, Henry?"
"Something about a purpose," Henry said. "You don't need any purpose. You've got me, and a daughter to raise."
Derek breathed a sigh of relief. "Where's the trash? Has it gone out already?"
"No, but it was a day ago, so it's under -"
"I think that's good enough," I said hopefully to Derek. "Now just make them forget and let's get out of here. She clearly didn't read it, or this would all have gone down differently."
"Yep," Derek agreed. "Okay, let her go. Sorry about this, people, but it's really best if you don't remember."
I got off Ellen Carter and made for the door, holding the dress together as well as I could. Derek backed up, too. With all the fucking he'd done with Claire and Sally and me earlier in the day, he was charged up and wouldn't have any problems wiping their minds of the whole incident.
A part of me was sad. That paper was the last chance I had for expanding Derek's harem. He'd forbidden me from doing anything active.
"Okay, people, stop right there."
The voice was a clear alto, and the speaker was a woman not much older than me. The second thing I noticed about her was her hair, a brilliant carroty-red that hung in waves to her shoulders. The third thing was her figure, with curves in all the places that Derek liked and a waist as thin as mine. She was gorgeous.
But those were the second and third things I'd noticed, because the first was that she held a automatic pistol in both her hands and had taken up a stance learned at a shooting range, and the gun was pointed right at Derek.
I recognized her as Kelly Carter. She had been a senior, and on the cheer squad, when I was a sophomore. All the boys had their heads on a swivel whenever she walked the halls.
Fred pulled Henry in between the gun and our master. She responded by shifting the gun to point at me.
"We've got guns, too," Derek said. "But there's no reason for anyone to die. We're leaving."
We had guns? It was the first I'd heard of it. But I backed away toward the door, and the girl didn't shoot. Derek gestured for me to leave, and I left, my heart beating hard.
"You know, having him as a hostage doesn't really help you," said the redhead. "I'd shoot right through the bastard to get to you if I had to. I'm really wondering why I'm passing up the chance."
"You don't have to," Derek said. "No one is going to get hurt. If you shot us breaking in, you might be able to get away with it, but shooting us on the way out is still a murder charge."
Was that true? And whose word would be against whose, anyway? Not that any of it mattered if she shot Derek. I hated that I'd just gone out like that. My body should be between Derek and the gun.
Derek whispered something to Fred. A moment later, Fred pushed Henry into the room, and Fred headed toward the door as I moved back in to protect Derek. Fred ran into me and pushed me back out again.
Derek was right behind Fred, though. He said a few words in the same ancient language as the "gibberish" on the paper, as he backed out, and then closed the door.
"They've forgotten everything that just happened," he said. "Although I don't know what explanation they are going to have for Ellen being on the floor and the girl pointing the gun at them."
I tugged Derek toward the car. Fred hurried ahead to get the motor running. I was frantic, more at the danger Derek had been in than because I could have been shot. Derek had given me purpose.
He was so calm and collected when the crisis hit.
We both piled in the back as Fred took the driver's seat.
"Did you really have a gun?" I asked, once Fred got underway.
"Of course not, where would I keep it? It was all a bluff. I just needed to get us out of there and make them forget."
I grinned at him. "That's my master." And then I had an evil thought. "You know, it would be a shame if that paper was floating around their house somewhere."
"It's not. You heard her, it's in the trash, buried under tonight's dinner."
"Yeah. But you can imagine, can't you? What if Kelly went through the trash and found it?"
