Chapter 78: Party Prep

Coffee, I wanted coffee. There was some talking to do if these women were going to work out in my world and I wanted some coffee.

“Coffee,” I said gently.

Neither of them moved.

Thwack! Thwack!

Both of them chirped and were moving now. It was Keystone Kops in action, as neither knew what the other was doing but both were hurrying. Great, now all I needed was a wife-beater and a PBR, and I would be set for life. Holy F•©k, where the hell was this going? That’s right, ‘Spare the Rod... ‘

Minutes later, I had two women back in front of me, one nude and kneeling and the other still clothed. Time to level the table.

Thwack! A beautiful light brown calf grew a red mark. Banshee looked at me like I was insane. I ignored her pride.

Thwack! Thwack! Suddenly the buckskin dress was in a pile on the blanket and Banshee was kneeling naked next to Mary. Tables leveled.

I took the time to ogle each of them, both bodies were new to me but Banshee’s had just been uncovered and she was spread wide open for examination. This was the first time I’d seen her blush, I admit I was quite full of myself right then. It was a great moment in my life.

F•©king Pete walked in. I ignored him for a moment as he gazed in amazement at the scene in front of him.

“Sit,” I said, and quietly added “Blankets, quickly.”

Mary looked up, saw Pete and quickly threw Banshee’s dress into her lap before grabbing a blanket to cover herself. Pete was standing opened-mouthed, staring at his subdued sister while she quickly dressed.

I looked at Mary and simply said, “Coffee, small sugar please.” Mary smiled at me and scuttled over to make my coffee; Stockholm Syndrome indeed.

“Petalesharo, please come and sit with us,” I opened and patted a seat on the bench next to me. He was still a little bit shook by what he had just stumbled upon. He glanced at his sister, who was sitting demurely waiting, and his eyes filled with wonder. Apparently, I had tamed the mighty Minotaur of his world and his firecracker sister was already docile and domesticated.

I simply smiled at him and asked, “Pete, who comes to visit tonight?”

“All Chiefs,” was his reply, “and wives.”

“Pete, I don’t have any food to offer.”

“You are guest of honor, they bring food,” was Pete’s reply. OK, so pot luck dinner at my house to honor me. Who knew that the Plains Natives did pot lucks? If someone showed up with a molded jello dessert, then I would know this was all definitely a dream. I knew I could make this work, though. I just needed a few things and I would need Pete’s help.

“Pete I need my pants.”

He looked at Banshee and said something. she suddenly blushed brightly and scurried off, apparently to retrieve my trousers. I took the moment to send Mary after her clothes, or what was left of them.

“Pete, I need a shirt and a dress and shoes for Mary. I also need a large fur for my bed, how much?”