Twirling a set of keys around and around her finger, Red was smirking from ear to ear as she walked down the hall, towards where I rested leaned against the wall, with Jewel pressed firmly against my chest. Arms around her, gently stroking Jewel’s bare back under her shawl, I felt my face flush red as Red giggled.

“I don’t know what the two of you are doing out here,” Red smirked, clearly amused, “but we’ve been moved to the family building. F9 is our room.” Holding out a key, she laughed lightly. “Here you go, Mi’Lady. We’ll meet you there when you’re finished at your counselor’s. She wanted to see you alone – immediately.”

“Her exact words were, ‘Tell the Lady Wiggle-Jiggle to be in my office by the next candle’s fourth, or else I’ll have her performing in the cafeteria every day for lunch this semester,” Red giggled, before calmly adding, “But that was a little while back. I had to search around to find you guys.”

“Oh shit!” Jewel ducked down out of my arms – almost pulling the shawl she was wearing off her head – and dashed to grab the key from Red’s hand. Trying to straighten her top as she ran, Jewel scurried down the steps and out of sight.

“We’ll have to be certain to get a good seat for the daily show,” Red giggled, coming over to take Jewel’s place as she leaned back into my arms. Using her own hands, she pulled my fingers under her shirt and up to her chest. “So just what was that show all about?” She asked, tilting her head back to gaze into my eyes.

“You saw that?” I blushed.

“I was sitting right there, waiting my turn to see someone so I could get our keys, so I had a front row view,” Red giggled. “It was quite a show,” she promised.

“Well actually,” I blushed, “I told her to do it. I thought she was feeling insecure being back here after all this time and all the changes, so I just wanted her to remember she’ll always be mine. To let her know she’ll never be alone. Never lose me.”

“I didn’t know there was a window there,” I admitted, causing Red to laugh mirthfully.

“That’s funny as hell,” Red giggled, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes. “She must’ve thought you knew about them, and had ordered her to do her thing in front of them deliberately, because she stared right at us as she let us watch everything perfectly.”

“I’m certain she can’t forget she’s yours right now, Mi’Lord.” Wiggling herself to turn around in my arms, Red leaned up and passionately planted a deep kiss on me. “Thank you for noticing her concern,” Red beamed, as she finished.

“I noticed something,” I assured her, as I moved my hands down to cup her buttocks. “Just what exactly is going on?” I figured Red was a simple girl; an honest approach is the best way to go with her.

“She’s just worried,” Red shrugged, dismissively. “She’s afraid you’ll end up replacing her.”

“Why the hell would she think that?” Uncontrollably, my face wrinkled up into a scowl. I’d never replace either Red nor Jewel.

“Her father’s got a present waiting for you,” Red giggled. “Don’t tell either of them that I let you know early – it’s supposed to be a surprise.”

“A present?” I asked, not seeing how one thing related to another.

“A girl,” Red smirked. “Her father got you your own personal servant. She’s supposedly willing to undertake a blood ritual to become yours, just as I’m Mi’Lady’s.”

“Why the hell would he do that?” I couldn’t understand what he was thinking at all!

“To raise Jewel’s status in the eyes of the people, I think,” Red speculated. “If it’s just me and her staying with you, people will see us as mistresses, personal whores, or just servants.

“I believe he’s hoping, once you have your own servant, that folks will see Mi’Lady as more of your wife or partner, and less as a servant. He’s getting you a servant just in an attempt to help publicly define your status with her. After all,” Red pointed out, “you haven’t officially declared your position towards the lady, publicly.”

“Is she nothing but a play-toy to be bossed around?” Red asked, pressing the point. “A mistress? A friend with benefits? Will she become a wife and take your name? Will you rent her to the highest bidder and sell them her children? She swore to give herself unconditionally to you,” Red reminded me.

“But you,” Red whispered. “You haven’t promised anything yet – and you don’t have to,” she assured me. “She gave herself without asking for promises, so she can’t really expect them now.”

“She’s just worried about how this new girl will affect your relationship with her, and how you treat her.”

“Let’s go to our room,” I softly told Red, letting go of her backside. Wrapping my arm gently around her shoulders, I didn’t say anything else. I honestly didn’t know what to say.

Silently following Red to a different large building, and all the way up to the ninth floor, I waited for her to unlock the door. Walking inside what looked like an extremely large living room, resplendent with lavish chairs, couches, and coffee tables, I noticed a girl sitting in one of the chairs.

“Not now,” was all I said, holding up my hand, palm up like a stop sign, as I quickly hurried past and to the hallway beyond. I deliberately wasn’t paying attention, but I had an impression of extremely long hair, large curves, and glasses.

Making a beeline to the first bedroom I saw, I hurried inside and shut the door behind me. Finally alone, I flopped face down on the bed and tried to sort out my jumbled feelings.

How I wish Julie was with me now. She never would’ve let my heart get in such a tangled mess.

Some time later, there came a gentle rap on the door. Cracking it open, Jewel slid into the room. Wearing the same little black outfit as before, she eased over and crawled across the bed to snuggle up to me.

Wrapping my arms around her, I gently tugged the shawl over her head, then pulled her up to give her a deep, passionate kiss. “I don’t know what my future will bring,” I admitted, “but I know I want you in it,” I assured her.

“Ahhh. Don’t say a thing,” I ordered, placing my fingers over her mouth as she tried to talk. “Just lay here with me, and listen to me ramble for a while. That’s all I want from you right now,” I assured her.

“Well, maybe the feel of your boobs against me too,” I corrected, pulling her tight.

“I don’t want a mindless slave,” I assured her. “I want a friend. A lover. A companion.” Gently, I played with her back, and her hair, as I slowly tried to unravel my feelings.

“I’d be lying,” I laughed ruefully, “if I said I didn’t enjoy being able to just indulge my wildest fantasy with you. If I want to try hanging upside-down underneath a hammock while you do push ups so we can have anal sex, I don’t have to worry about you laughing at the idea, refusing, or calling me a creep. It’s truly liberating,” I admitted, “knowing you’ll willingly go along with any of my desires, at anytime.”

“And yet, when I do that,” I sighed, “I’m not really thinking of your feelings. I’m just treating you like a slave, and as I said earlier, I don’t really want a slave.”

“And yet, I don’t want to give up indulging my desires with you…” My poor brain was stuck going around in circles.

“You want a Red,” Jewel giggled, leaning up and kissing me passionately. “Or something similar,” she corrected.

“I thought I told you to hush,” I mumbled, blinking confusedly.

“You did,” Jewel confirmed, kissing me gently. “But you also said you didn’t want a brainless slave.”

“What you want,” she informed me, “is an almost-partner. One who will stand beside you as a near equal. Fight with you. Trust you. Support you. Love you. And yet, will surrender themselves fully to your passions.”

“I can be all those things, if that’s your desire,” Jewel promised.

“Honestly, I don’t ever want a wife,” I confessed. Julie would forever be my one and only wife in my heart. “But I like what we have,” I admitted. “As odd as it may sound, I’ve truly came to love both you and Red. I don’t want to let either of you go.”

“As for the girl outside, I’m not really interested in her. I have you and Red already. I don’t need another. Yet,” I sighed deeply, “I know how stubborn you and your father are about matters of honor.”

“What exactly do you think would happen to her, if I refused the gift,” I asked?

“She’d probably have her voice ripped out of her so she couldn’t spread rumors, and then be sold as a common pleasure slave to a cheap tavern to spend the rest of her days,” Jewel answered, shrugging slightly.

“And she doesn’t deserve that,” I sighed. “I suppose I’ll end up making her my servant, like Red is yours,” I decided, uncertainly.

“She’ll be my servant. Red will be your servant – though I still plan on enjoying myself with her too, just like always. And you… You’ll be my woman. My lady.”

“Your Lady who’ll never refuse your passions and desires,” Jewel corrected, kissing me passionately, repeatedly, all over.

I decided to test her commitment to that statement.

Several hours later, with Jewel passed out from exhaustion across the bed, I was more than satisfied by her response.

Without even bothering to get dressed, I walked back out to the sitting room. One. Two. Three. Blinking several times, I rubbed my eyes repeatedly. One. Two. Three -- three extremely beautiful women were relaxing completely naked in the sitting room!

Red was leaned back, casually sprawled out, with one leg resting draped across the armrest of a chair, sipping on a cup of tea. Directly across from her, and completely exposed to my view, was a beautiful green haired woman, shamelessly sprawled with one leg across the top of the couch, with the other one bent open and stretched out across the floor. A saucer and cup balanced uneasily between her breasts, as she waved casually in my direction. The third girl was laying face down in the floor, a massive pile of red hair splayed out all around, gently kicking her feet back and forth, seemingly uncaring as her ass jiggled gently in response, as she read a book.

“Didn’t get enough?” Green-haired laughed. Lifting her hips slightly from the couch, she shook them slightly from side to side. “Gonna fuck me?”

“I don’t think so!” Shock reverberated through me, at her vulgar words and actions. That’s certainly no way for a lady to greet a guy she’s never met before! “Just who the hell are you anyway?”

“I’m Victoria,” she answered, smiling widely. “Since we’ve got that out of the way,” she laughed, “you should know we’re friends.”

“We’re friends?” Going over, I sat down in a chair beside Red’s. Suspicious I already knew the answer, I had to ask, “Are you a healer?”

“Hell no,” Victoria laughed. “I’m a shieldsworn. I protect my friends, and a friend of a friend is a friend, until proven not a friend.” Her smile was brilliantly infectious.

“So why offer to screw me?” I deliberately changed the language to be a little more delicate than she was. “And why sit like that, in front of a guy you barely know?” No one could argue that this girl wasn’t weird. Of course, the other girl seemed just as strange; she hadn’t even seemed to notice us yet.

“Why hide from a friend?” Victoria’s smile was so open and honest, I found my gaze drawn to it even more than the rest of her body. Unable to resist, I found myself broadly returning it.

“If I were to hide from a friend now, just because he has a dick, could I trust myself to raise my shield for him later, if I was caught unclothed? Is the sight of my flesh so divine, I’d place it before my friend’s well-being? Fuck that,” Victoria laughed. “Fuck modesty, and fuck me with every dick in the city, before I let that happen.”

“And as for fucking you, why not?” Victoria laughed lightly, beaming a vibrant smile in my direction. “If my friend needs solace or compassion, and my flesh can offer it, why wouldn’t I share it? If my body can ease a friend’s heart, I’d be selfish to refuse it, and I refuse to be that person.”

“V’s the type to do anything for a friend,” Red assured me.

“A true friend,” Victoria corrected.

“And she’s not half as bad as she’s pretending to be,” Red confessed, giggling lightly. “She’s still a virgin, after all.”

“Well,” Victoria blushed, looking quite charming really, “I’ve never really had a male friend. Most are put off by the idea of a maiden fighting as well as they do.”

“Better than them,” Red corrected.

Seems like my first impression of the girl was completely off base.

“So who’s the other one down there?” I asked, pointing to the naked girl laying the the floor. “She another oddball friend of y’alls?”

“No idea,” Red shrugged.

“Never saw her before,” Victoria answered, leaning up to sip some tea.

“Then what’s she doing in here? And naked to boot?” Honestly, I just couldn’t understand why all the girls around me kept taking off their clothes and flaunting themselves around me.

“She was already here when we got here, if you remember,” Red reminded me. “As for getting naked, it’s somewhat of a tradition of friendship amongst the ladies here at the school.”

“The girdles, and hose, and layers of clothes, jewelry, and make-up are just so stifling,” Victoria took over explaining. “When you’re finally by yourself, or just with other people whom you can trust, you just want to relax and let it all hang out.”

My first thought was, ‘Sure. What’s a few brown stains between friends?’ Then, remembering how much all these girls modified their bodies with herbs and magical elixirs, I figured that probably wasn’t a real problem for them. Hell, if that’s how they want to relax in the room, I’m not going to complain.

Standing up, I made no attempt to hide that I was standing up. Still naked, and still a little sweaty from my romp with Jewel, I walked directly in front of Victoria and shook my hips. “Wanna suck it, bitch?” If she wants to act shameless, I can do the same thing too.

“Sorry. I’m not that drunk yet,” Victoria answered, not missing a beat. If her face wasn’t turning a brilliant shade of embarrassed blue, I almost could’ve believed she was immune to my vulgar manliness. Beaming my best brilliant smile at Victoria, I gave her a thumbs up.

Heading over to the other girl, I slid my foot up and nudged my toes gently between her legs. “Is it time for our promises,” is all she asked, as she tilted her head to look back at me?

“So you’re going to be my personal servant?” I asked, moving over to sit down near the middle of the couch, close to Veronica’s wide opened knees. Much to my surprise, she raised both her legs straight in the air, shamelessly exposing her bottom to me, then laid them both across my lap. “Rub my feet,” she demanded. “They’re stiff and sore.”

Sighing, I couldn’t believe how quickly she ignored the fact that I was a man. Was it perhaps because all the male slaves were naked and altered to stay stiff? Thinking about it, I probably wasn’t too wrong to think that way. Victoria was coping with a naked guy, by treating him like she would any other naked guy – a slave. Shrugging slightly, as it really didn’t matter to me, I had fun and rubbed her feet and legs to my heart’s content.

Taking her time, the mystery girl laying in the floor slowly marked her page and closed her book. Pushing her glasses fully upon her nose, she stretched like a cat waking up, and then walked over to carefully place her book on to the coffee table. Seemingly finally satisfied, she eventually walked over to stand directly in front of me, facing me.

“I suppose you’ll want to inspect what you’ll be getting, before we make our oaths,” she reasoned, spreading her feet wide and holding her arms out to the side. She reminded me of someone ready to do a windmill style warmup, like Thomas remembered from his youth. The temptation to say, ‘Right hand, left foot. Now hold it…. Now back…. Left hand, Right foot. Now hold it…. Now back…’, was hard to resist as she stood there on display.

Taller than any of the other girls, by far, Glasses was the same height I was – or maybe even taller. I’d have to stand beside her to know for certain, but I had no doubt that she would be taller than me when wearing the high heels which seemed so in fashion for the girls at the school. She had legs that just wouldn’t quit.

Instead of being thin and lanky, like many tall girls, Glasses had an abundance of soft curves on her. Her hips were wide and padded to a perfect curve, while her waist was narrow and soft, with her breasts… Gigantic breasts… Even larger than Jewel’s full, round breasts…

She truly had an hourglass figure proportional to her height!

Pale white skin, ample pink highlights at the center of her breasts and between her legs, and a perfectly shaped face rounded out her figure. Long, luscious waves of fiery red hair trailed down and cascaded behind her, reaching all the way to her ankles. Sparkling green eyes waited patiently for me to fully look her up and down several times.

“If the hair’s unacceptable, I can easily change its color,” Glasses offered, biting her lip slightly. “I didn’t know you already had a redhead, or I would’ve chosen a different color,” she rambled. “Silver could have a dramatic highlight effect, I suppose…”

“Anyway,” shaking her head slightly, Glasses forced herself to pay attention to the moment. “I make milk,” she informed me, “though I can alter my breasts to produce honey or sweat water, if you prefer.”

“If my height is unappealing to you, or if you prefer my breasts larger or smaller, I can fix them to your preference,” she continued, adding to the ever growing list of changes she could make to her body. “I can also permanently stiffen the nipples if you like them like that.”

“And, of course, I can easily accommodate other requests such as changes to skin tone, highlights for lips, nails, or nipples, and eye color, easily enough,” she finished up.

Holy shit! My mind reeled under the implications of her words. Apparently, she’d more or less modified her body from the ground up, in an attempt to change it to become what she thought a man might desire! And, if she had guessed wrong, she was willing to change it even more to “fix” it.

It’s no damn wonder her flesh is so perfect.

I just couldn’t help thinking her brain was damaged, however.