"So, they're probably missing me at work by now. I think that I need to go back and face the music. Hopefully, they won't fire me for this. Then again, maybe you guys can tag along with me and zap the boss. Then I won't get fired. Perhaps I can just quit, since I'll be living with you guys, anyway. Or should we wait until the morning. You paid by credit card, so they'll get paid, one way or the other," Mireya wondered aloud while fondling Jonny's groin a bit.
"Yeah, just wait until the morning, querida. As for jobs, I run my own business now, so I can get you a spot there. Mind you, it's good to have a back-up plan, such as the webcam and amateur porn stuff. My business is...well, it's a travel agency, one that Mom owned, which Dad turned over to me when she died. Damn pills killed her, I will say to my dying day. Fucking opioids! Dad died of rather suspicious causes six weeks later. Some say suicide, others drug overdose, but he clearly got lonely after thirty years of marriage. They were really two peas in a pod, in both good ways and bad.
"My big brother Chet and his wife Mindy got the family home, part of the money, and the realty office, which Chet used to sell me a new house from my share of the cash. This house, of course. Well, pretty soon, with this whole deal, I'll be a lot richer than him, won't I? To be fair, he got into real estate right out of high school and learned the trade at Dad's feet, so he was very much Dad's favorite. He was also Mom's, in fact. I was never more than the spare. You honestly didn't damage the relationship as much as you thought, Mireya. I loved my parents, but I didn't always like them that much.
"Anyway, one of my staff badly wants to retire soon, so you would be very welcome to take his job, I think. The other employee, well, in the past I despaired of changing her ways, but now I don't have to, do I? She's very religious, just as Mom and Dad were in their own way, but she's very efficient and a solid worker, so I've kept things very professional between us and let her do her thing. The slut ray gun changes things considerably, of course, as with your boss at your old job, whether you stay there or not," I noted as I caressed Mireya's buns with my left hand and Chrissy's with my right.
"What about...you know, your sister?" Jonny asked aloud.
"Oh, She Who Must Not Be Named? The girl made her own choices, Mom and Dad vigorously disapproved, and she got cut off, disowned, etc. She never even showed up at the funeral or anything. She was the baby of the family, so was Mom's favorite until later. She took a turn that few expected, I suppose, marrying a black man and an activist, community organizer type. Mom and Dad were convinced that she was a real Communist or a Black Panther or a Muslim or something like that. Maybe so, maybe not. Brenda Brown, that's her name the last time I checked, still married to Lamar Brown. I got nieces and nephews that I haven't met yet, because she won't come anywhere close to this neck of the world. Who knows? Maybe she and I can reconcile now, who knows?" I chuckled.
"So that you can fuck sweet sis and lure her hubby into bed with us?" Chrissy licked her lips now.
"Something like that. Same deal with Chet and Mindy, of course. Hard to say what she'll do, that sister of mine, same with my brother, other than fuck a lot under the influence of the ray gun. The results of the slut ray seem to customize a lot with each person so far. Speaking of which, what about seducing Ernie, Delbert, and Rafi, babe?" I turned to Mireya, who kissed my neck in response.
"Yes, please!" Mireya whispered hungrily in my ear.
"Let's not forget Mona and Trista Chadwicke!" Chrissy mentioned the Aussie sisters that I told them about earlier.
"Of course, babe. And Kylie Minogue," I reminded them.
"And Pastor Jensen, I think, along with her husband as well as the whole congregation. Imagine an entire church full of people affected by the slut ray. We could start a new fucking church of our own! The Church of Wanton Debauchery or something like that," Jonny quipped half-seriously.
