Magic Notebook - The Aftermath

"Was adding Kayla to the mix too much? That was honestly mostly for Leigh's benefit--she's been lusting after Kayla since you told her about what happened with your first rule--but I figured you wouldn't mind watching her play with your toy."

"It's about the whole--everything!"

Dan did his best to keep from exploding. Not only did it not strike him as a productive way to hold this conversation, he was also trying to avoid waking up the three women in the next room. Once Song had recovered, he'd managed to convince her to extract Jennifer from the undulating mass on the patio and the two had headed back to his neighbor's apartment. He had then been able to collect Ashley and Leigh with a quick command, and the two women had half-carried Kayla into his bedroom.

From the sounds that had emerged, they hadn't gone directly to sleep, but once things got quiet he had poked his head through the door to discover Ashley on her back with Leigh and Kayla snuggled up to her sides. They'd looked unexpectedly cozy, given what they had been up to half an hour before, and he'd closed the door quietly to leave them to it.

"Women aren't toys, for one thing, they're people. Ashley and Leigh can't just- just belong to me. They're thinking, feeling beings. You can't just take their ability to choose away from them!"

"I mean, I definitely can, that one was actually way easier to do than the Bakes and Beans rule. The only hard part was limiting it to just your work. Now, once upon a time I would've let that net cast as far and wide as it wanted to, but the results of that kind of thing aren't actually as fun as you'd expect. I mean, it's hilarious at first as one woman after another starts showing up at some unbelieving dude's door, but sooner or later it turns into a logistics problem instead of anything sexy. I try to find a balance, you know?"

"Balance?" Dan was unable to hold back the note of disbelief that crept into his voice. "Kayla is naked and asleep in my bed, even though as far as I know she's still on the clock at Bakes and Beans."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that. As far as they're concerned, you're still topping her. She'll need to clock out at eight, but she's all yours until then."

"That doesn't make it better! Fuck, even leaving Kayla aside, Lindsey and Prita are small business owners. How are they meant to stay in business if their employees just wander off with their customers?" Dan had interviewed the owners of Bakes and Beans a couple of years ago as part of a series of articles, it was how he had found the cafe in the first place.

"They'll be fine. Better than, in fact--I'm sure you noticed that mornings there are busier than usual. It helps that every time one of their customers thinks back to their last cup of coffee they get a little tingle running down their spine. They might not understand why, but it keeps them coming back." The semi-translucent form of Faem swam slowly through the air as she responded to Dan without looking. She'd been hovering around his apartment since her emergence from Song an hour ago, and as the conversation had dragged on, the spectral woman had been growing visibly bored.

"They don't know why it's normal, but you weren't the only one who enjoyed watching Kayden getting turned from a high and mighty business man into Tessa's little cuntlicker. People like knowing that karma is real, and you injected a little extra into the world with your first rule. I just don't get what you're complaining about."

Faem was face up, only a few feet away from the ceiling of Dan's small apartment. Her long, unbound silver hair floated loosely around her as though suspended in slow-moving water, and her long legs kicked occasionally to propel her through the air as she scooted around his living room.

Dan was doing his best to ignore her appearance. Since her proportions were wildly improbable and covered in little more than a few strategically placed ribbons and scraps of black lace that was a little challenging, and the way that she kept positioning herself directly in his field of view had long since moved past the realm of coincidence.

"Because they didn't get a choice about it. Did Tessa want to expose herself to a packed cafe? Did she want some stranger's tongue in her privates when she got up and went to work that morning?"

"Yes, and yes. I mean, not that morning, in particular, but it wasn't the first time she thought about it. Is that what you think is going on? That I'm just forcing my whims on people?"

Dan paused. He had, actually, assumed that everyone he had inadvertently impacted with his rules had been an unwilling participant, so Faem's instant rejoinder brought him up short. "I mean... yes?"

The spectral woman floated around in front of him. Long white legs glided down in front of his face, followed by a close personal encounter with the tiny triangle of black silk that did more to reveal the shape of her sex than to hide it. The only reason her breasts' path didn't intersect with Dan's head was that as the Faem rotated herself upright, she also pulled back enough to make sure he got a good look at her face.

"Mister Taylor, I'm disappointed in you. Leigh has been fantasizing about some of the things she's done since--well, let's say there were some confusing urges dating back to just before puberty, and you haven't taken the time to find out why? That is not the behavior of a responsible pet owner."

Dan scowled. "They're not pets! They're people, actual living and thinking people. Did you know The Lookout had to bring in an outside tax consultant to figure out how much to withhold from my paycheck?"

"Yeah. Ashley thinks that's hot, by the way. I know she'd be wasted in the role, but I think you should turn her into your sexy secretary instead of your editor. You could just take her office, you know, and no one would think twice about it."

"She got a higher GPA than me! Ashley is smarter than I am, why should she be the secretary in this scenario?"

"Dude, if you think you'd look better in a pencil skirt than she would-"

"Not the point, Faem. The point is that she is an adult woman, with hopes and dreams and ambitions-"

"Boring hopes and dreams and ambitions." The spirit's words were muttered, and Dan refused to allow them to derail his train of thought.

"-who deserve to be treated with dignity and respect."

Dan kept his voice firm and decisive through the end, only to crumple at Faem's immediate response.

"That didn't stop you from hiking up her skirt and fucking her through a conference call last week."

"That was a--a moment of weakness." It hadn't felt like it at the time, though. The look on Ashley's face as he had bent her over her desk had been ecstatic, and the discovery that she had removed her panties during her lunch break had been all the encouragement Dan had needed to proceed. He had known that she'd been wearing her underwear thanks to getting a little handsy with her earlier that morning, so meeting slick wet lips rather than silky panties had seemed like an open invitation.

"If it was, it was one that you both enjoyed. She didn't exactly wait for you to tell her what to do when you were done, did she?"

"No..." After he'd emptied his load into Ashley's enthusiastically receptive pussy, she had texted Leigh. The blonde had joined them in his editor's office a minute or two later to provide 'cleanup service'. The conference call had continued unabated, and neither Dan's cock filling her with semen nor Leigh's tongue extracting it had caused Ashley to more than briefly mute her microphone. Even that had only occurred to her after her boss had complained about 'background noise.'

"But it's not-"

"Ashley is a twenty-eight year old woman who has received more sexual satisfaction in the last six months than the rest of her life combined. Do you know how hard it is for her to organically fulfill her fantasies? The last time she filled out a profile on a dating app, she listed herself as pansexual, but that was because they didn't have an option for 'the gender of my lovers matters less than their willingness to indulge my transactional sex fantasies'. The closest she to living her kinks before becoming your fucktoy was some roleplay on an old forum. You should make her show you her posts there, by the way. Not so you can make them happen--I'll do that part for you--but because she'll think it's hot that you know all her secrets."

Dan buried his face in his hands. It was easier to think that way, without a half-naked lingerie model in his field of vision. He couldn't help but feel as though this conversation--like most of his life--had gotten away from him. "You expect me to believe that both Ashley and Leigh had pre-existing fantasies and you're just--what, helping them live their dreams?"

"Exactly!" Faem's voice sounded distant enough that Dan uncovered his face to find out why. He spotted her after a quick glance around the room and immediately let out an audible groan. The specter had shoved her her and shoulders through the door to his bedroom, which left her well-rounded bubble butt sticking out and facing him. "Help me, step-bro, I'm stuck."

Dan watched her--admittedly incredible--ass wiggle back and forth at him. "It's a nice touch that you positioned yourself as dick height, and all, but you're intangible, right? Like, even if I accepted that you're stuck, and I was the kind of guy who would take advantage of a woman because she got caught in a compromising position, I can't physically touch you."

Faem drooped. She slipped free of the door a and pointed an exaggerated pout in Dan's direction. "You're no fun. You're supposed to live it up, use the book to make yourself a nice little harem of six to twelve people, and then mysteriously find out that the book is missing when I move on to my next owner. You know, like a normal person."

"What? Why? How is that normal? Ashley and Leigh didn't--even if they are apparently living their sexual fantasies, that doesn't mean they shouldn't have a choice outside of that! You can't just take people's free will away from them!" Before Dan realized what he was doing, he was on his feet and shouting. He looked down to see that Faem had dropped to the ground and was looking up at him with tears in her eyes.

"I thought you'd like it." Faem's voice was little more than a whisper. "They--you enjoyed it. So did they, I don't--why is it a bad thing?"

Dan sighed. "Look, this is been a super-weird day. Can you just--Jesus, Kayla was naked in the back of my car for the whole drive here, I can't even get her dressed. Um, look, Faem, I'm--can you tone it back for now? Let all of us get a few normal days in while I think through everything?"

"Yeah, Dan, of course. I can do that."

True to her word, Faem had faded from Dan's sight when asked. He was unmolested and unhindered when he went to pick up Kayla's clothing, and didn't even see any signs of the unique 'topping' that was now a signature of Bakes and Beans.

He found the redheaded barista in his shower when he got back to his apartment. The sight of water sluicing off of her heavy tits was nearly enough to turn into another delay in returning her to work, but the fatigue Dan felt was bone-deep. He waited until she was dressed, accepted a surprisingly sweet kiss from her, and they swapped phones to enter their own contact details.

He made the drive back to the cafe for a third time in the day with Kayla in the passenger's seat. To Dan's relief, the redhead showed no obvious sign's of Faem's meddling. As far as he could tell, not only did she see nothing wrong with having been taken to his house for a quick lesbian orgy, that had qualified as the date she had asked for. They spent the short drive starting to get to know each other, and shared another quick kiss before she climbed out of the car.

"So... our next date is going to be soon, right?" Kayla leaned down to look through the passenger-side door of the car towards Dan with a surprisingly shy smile for someone who had been pirouetting to give him a better view of her nude body in the shower twenty minutes before.

Dan couldn't help but return it. "I'd like that. I--look, my life has been really crazy lately, but if you're OK with that, I'd love to get to know you better. I know you've got classes--text me your schedule, and we'll figure out a time to get drinks?" The sway of Kayla's hips held Dan's gaze in a spell that only broke when she disappeared into the cafe.

"Hey, so, I was thinking..."

"Aaaaaahhh!" Dan's scream of surprise was accompanied by a squeal of tires as he slammed on the breaks and nearly crashed into the parked car to his right. Fortunately he had been going uphill, and gravity helped pull his rental to a stop a few feet shy of a collision.

A quick glance revealed that while there was a car approaching from behind, they were still a block or two back. Dan carefully swerved back into the lane, took another quick glance at the GPS display to reassure himself, and finally directed a quick glare at his brand new passenger.

It had been more than a week since the last time he saw Faem, and just as long since the last time he had so much as opened The The Nootbook. It was tucked away safely in the backpack he used to carry his laptop, but only because Dan was nervous about leaving it somewhere unattended.

The spirit's sudden appearance answered a question that had begun to shape in his head after the first few days of quiet. "So, I guess you can show up whether I've been using The The Nootbook or not, huh?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, obviously. The The Nootbook is more like a--think of it as being more like an interface than anything else."

Dan had spent some time trying to interrogate the spirit on their second encounter, only for her to deflect, distract, and otherwise do all that she could to avoid providing him with any kind of real details about what was going on. She wouldn't even explain whether the name of the book was intentional or some kind of accident, which made him more than a little suspicious about the sudden crumb she had dropped.

Unlike her first appearances, Faem was wearing something other than--or at least, in addition to--lingerie. Her lush curves were squeezed into a black silk cheongsam embroidered with bright red and white flowers. While the garment was theoretically more appropriate than what she'd been in before, not only was it an overly sexualized version of the traditional Chinese dress--being cut high on the thighs and tight around her impressive bust--it also made Dan immediately suspicious.

"I'm not going to turn the food festival into some kind of orgy." The trip to the bay area was thanks to a food festival Dan had been assigned to cover. He had chosen to drive rather than fly, and had arrived late enough the night before that he had checked into his hotel and almost immediately passed out. The festival wasn't actually scheduled to start for another day, so he had intended to take some time to re-familiarize himself with the area after a long absence.

"Hmm? Oh, the dress. No, that's fine, I guess. Not why I'm here, I just thought it looked good. No, I actually was thinking about what you said, and since you're in the area, I actually--well, there's somebody I think that you should meet."

Sophia's day had, thus far, been unremarkable. She had slipped out of bed in silence--the result of long years of habit--and chosen a workout outfit. The spandex ensemble she chose was not revealing, technically, but neither did it leave much to the imagination. The stiff outline of her nipples--as well as the rings that pierced them--were clearly visible through the thin fabric, and her yoga shorts might as well have been painted on.

A jog around the neighborhood had warmed her up, and forty-five minutes of stretching helped ensure she would remain nice and limber. She spent a little time luxuriating in the shower--after ensuring she was appropriately smooth, clean, and hairless, of course--before toweling herself dry.

The next shipment of books had arrived while she was still choosing an outfit. The delivery woman somehow ignored the way Sophia's breasts spent half their time slipping out of the fuzzy robe she pulled on to ward off the morning chill as she stood in the door, and even helped her shift the boxes inside before she left.

"Thank you!" The cheer in Sophia's voice was genuine and unforced as she waved at the departing woman, before turning back to finish her morning routine. All the bookstores which sold Carl's books were in a one mile radius, give or take, so while she once she was appropriately dressed, rather than reaching for the keys, she loaded a dozen or so copies of the book in a small backpack and headed for the door. It would take several trips, of course, but she had nothing else planned until after noon, so there was more than enough time to complete the task.

It was only when she opened her apartment's front door for the third time that something unusual happened. At first she thought the man about to knock on her door was making yet another delivery. There weren't any items she expected to receive, but that didn't necessarily mean anything. He wasn't bad looking--slightly above average height, a little skinnier than she preferred, but fit and healthy. His hair was a little shaggy and unkempt, but his face was pleasant enough--while he wore a little stubble around his chin, it looked more like the results of skipping a shave and less like an actual attempt to grow a beard--and his light hazel eyes were kind.

Her own eyes widened and a long absent thrill ran through her body when she realized what those eyes were doing. Most people all but ignored her, regardless of her outfit or behavior, but the man on the other side of the door was obviously checking her out. She had chosen sexy schoolgirl that morning--it had suited her mood more than any of her other options. It was one of her favorite outfits when the weather was nice enough, but donning it always came with a sense of disappointment when no one seemed to appreciate it.

Sophia twisted from side to side slowly to make sure the man got a good look. The skimpy blouse she wore was tied tightly shut to help deepen her already substantial cleavage, but as her tits were otherwise unrestrained by clothing the motion caused them to sway enough to start working the knot free. The motion also rubbed her thighs together, and she was quite pleasantly surprised to discover the results. Her libido never really dropped below a simmer, but it had been years since she last felt herself start to boil like this. The slick feeling of her own nectar coating her thighs as they slid against each other was a welcome one that had too long been absent.

Unable to contain herself, she asked excitedly, "Are you my new master?"

The man didn't give her the response she wanted. Rather than agreeing, he turned towards the open air to his left and, with obvious exasperation, asked, "Faem, what the actual fuck?"