A Terrible Mistake, Part 5

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   A TERRIBLE MISTAKE 
   
   
   Author's Note: This story contains descriptions of incest, which some 
persons will find offensive. Please do not read if you are offended by such 
unorthodox and offensive sexual material. 
   
   5. Final Changes. 
   
   Dick Scott couldn't sleep. At two a.m. he silently climbed out of bed, 
leaving Margery sound asleep, and tip-toed to the door. Down the hall he 
paused at Andrea's bedroom. Her door was closed. He listened and heard a 
muffled sound of a TV inside. The girls were still watching their DVDs. 
Good! Since they were busy it meant he could safely retreat to his office 
and enjoy his usual middle of the night porn. 
   
   Dick sat at his computer and booted it up. He clicked on his secret 
internet links. No one knew of his disgusting fascination with internet 
porn. He smiled. Margery would have a cow if she ever found out. That must 
never happen, but he wasn't worried. His wife slept so soundly. And his 
daughters, though awake, were too busy watching their movies to notice him 
downstairs. Anyway, it wouldn't take long to get his usual relief that he 
so strongly desired. 
   
   He began watching video clips of lesbian sex. These were his personal 
favorites. Slutty girls paraded on the screen, but he began to think about 
Jennifer's turnaround. He was almost disappointed that his eldest daughter 
now seemed to be her same old conservative self again. No more swearing, no 
more rebellion, no more naughtiness. It was probably best, but he couldn't 
help wondering what brought about her bizarre behavior in the first place. 
Oh well, he mused. It was exciting, even if only a one time thing. 
   
   Suddenly he sniffed the air. He smelled something strange. It was like 
-. God, it was almost certainly the odor of cigarette smoke. It smelled 
like someone in the house was smoking. He frowned. It was impossible. 
Amelia didn't smoke, and even if she did she wouldn't dare do it in the 
house. Jennifer and Andrea were the only others home. He gasped. Might 
Jennifer still be smoking? 
   
   That thought thrilled him. His cock grew harder as he imagined that 
Jennifer hadn't abandoned her aberrant behavior after all. He vigorously 
rubbed his cock while imagining for a moment that his elder daughter's 
repentance was only feigned, a mere ruse to put them at ease. If it was a 
masquerade, though, why would Andrea let Jennifer smoke in her bedroom? His 
younger daughter was a vocal opponent of smoking, just like his wife 
Margery. 
   
   He sniffed again. Someone was definitely smoking. There was no doubt. 
The aroma was quite distinct. He thought about shutting off his computer 
and returning to bed. Something weird was going on. 
   
   He reached for his mouse to close RealPlayer and end the video. But two 
naked women were in a 69 position on the screen. It forced him to pause. He 
had to watch a little more. So instead he grabbed his crotch and kept 
masturbating. He groaned. He'd make it quick and get back to bed. Whatever 
was causing smoke in the air, whether it was Jennifer or someone else, he'd 
have to figure it out in the morning. 
   
   Abruptly the door to his office flew open. He gasped. "Oh God," he 
thought. "Why didn't I lock it?" His face fell. Jennifer and Andrea were in 
the doorway smiling. But these weren't pleasant grins. They were mocking, 
sardonic smiles, out of place on their ordinarily placid teenage faces. 
   
   "Hi, Daddy," Jennifer whispered. "Whatcha doin'?" 
   
   He didn't know what to say. "Uh, nothing. Filled with shame, he moved 
his cursor on the screen to minimize RealPlayer before his girls saw for 
themselves what he was watching. 
   
   Too late. Jennifer and Andrea were already inside, and Andrea carefully 
closed the door. They looked at the monitor. The grins on their faces got 
bigger. 
   
   "Ooh Daddy, you're _so_ bad," Jennifer chuckled mercilessly. She gave 
her little sister a knowing wink. "Oh my God! Watching porn on your 
computer? What would Mom say?" 
   
   "Jennifer, Andrea, look, I can explain," Dick whimpered. He tried to 
stand but Andrea pushed him back into the chair. "It's not what you think!" 
   
   She smiled. "Oh, Daddy. Don't be silly. It's precisely what Jennifer and 
I think." She pointed to the computer screen. "It's porn. But don't worry. 
That's not so bad. Jen and I both love porn." She saw the disbelief on his 
face and laughed. "Daddy, you're such a dumbass! Don't tell me you bought 
Jennifer's act? We were sure you'd know better than to believe her when she 
pretended to be back to her old self. It was a lie, strictly for Mom's 
benefit. Jennifer's not the sweet girl she used to be; not anymore." 
   
   "No, Daddy, I'm _not_ the old Jennifer. That stupid shit-faced bitch is 
gone, thank God. No, there's a new Jennifer now, a much better one." She 
got down on her knees to kneel beside her father. "Instead I'm the bad-ass 
girl who grabbed your cock last night and squeezed it hard. Like this." She 
put her hand on his lap. His member was hard; he was in the process of 
jerking off before the girls came in. Jennifer easily got hold of it. She 
squeezed his cock, just like the night before, but this time more 
enthusiastically. 
   
   "Daddy, did you really think no one knew you jerk off down here in the 
middle of the night all the time? I knew. I used to hear you doing it. I 
was shocked when I realized what you were doing. It scared me, because you 
also were leering at me in bed when you thought I was sleeping. I didn't 
know what to do about you watching porn and jerking off. But now I do," she 
giggled evilly, beginning to stroke his hardening cock. "God, I should've 
done this years ago," she added with a wicked laugh. "I should've been 
flattered you wanted to fuck me, Daddy, your very own daughter." 
   
   "It's not like that," Dick tried to protest. "It's not what you think 
-." 
   
   "Hush, Daddy. Stop. Don't talk." Jennifer gently placed her index finger 
against his mouth, momentarily shushing him. "Just enjoy it. You love how 
this feels. So just go with the moment." Meanwhile Andrea circled his chair 
to the other side. Dick's mouth dropped when his younger daughter joined 
with Jennifer and also rubbed his cock with her hand. 
   
   He let out a bewildered, excited whimper. Despite himself, he was 
becoming more and more aroused. "Oh my God, girls! What the hell's going 
on?" 
   
   "Don't be silly, Daddy," Jennifer purred seductively. "You know what's 
going on. Yesterday something turned me into a very bad girl. I guess it 
wasn't supposed to happen, but I'm glad it did. I loved it. I love being 
bad now. I love it so much that I had to be sure it happened to my sweet, 
little innocent sister Andrea. Well, as you see, it did. Now Andrea and I 
are just bad as you, Daddy, or worse. Like you, we have no morals. We love 
sex, and we know that you're sex-starved, probably `cause Mom won't put out 
for you and do shit like this." She nodded at the computer screen where 
naked women were sucking pussy. With a wicked grin Jennifer applied more 
pressure to his rock hard cock. He groaned in response. 
   
   "Daddy, we know you love it. It's obvious. Andrea and I are gonna 
fulfill your most forbidden fantasies. Come to Andrea's room and fuck us 
both together. What do you say?" 
   
   "I can't," he whined. "It's wrong. It's incest, for Christ's sake!" 
   
   Andrea leaned forward. To stop his talking she kissed him forcefully on 
the mouth. "Don't give us that stupid moralistic bullshit, Daddy," she 
whispered. "Don't worry. It's okay. We know you don't mean it. We who you 
really are and we love it. You're secretly a fuckin' pervert. You want to 
fuck us and we want you to, too. We also know you like watching girls do 
it." She leaned over and seductively kissed her sister. "Mm, Daddy, that's 
_so_ nice! Jennifer's _so_ hot! Don't you think? Don't you want to join 
us?" 
   
   Dick was like in a dream; but a wet dream. Silently he nodded. Giggling, 
the girls took him by the hand and led him up the stairs to Andrea's room. 
   
   The air in her room was thick with smoke, so much that Dick nearly 
gagged. His daughter was the one he smelled smoking. Seemingly both girls 
were, for when Jennifer closed the door and locked it, Andrea grabbed a 
pack of cigarettes and lit one up for herself. 
   
   "Oh, I forgot to mention," Andrea teased. "Both of us also smoke now. 
God, I hope you don't mind too much?" 
   
   "Daddy doesn't mind," Jennifer smirked. She wrapped her arms around him 
and kissed him passionately, thrusting her torso against lower body and 
grinding her pelvis to touch his throbbing member. "He doesn't give a shit 
that we smoke, Andrea. I think Daddy secretly loves it. It proves how nasty 
we are. But mostly he wants to fuck us in a kinky threesome, don't you, 
Daddy?" 
   
   Dick closed his eyes. He didn't know what he wanted. He let out a tiny 
groan as Jennifer pulled down his pajamas and then his boxers. 
   
   "So _this_ is what Mommy's been screwing," Jennifer said gleefully, 
lovingly stroking his firm cock. "God, Daddy, it's so nice, so big!" She 
rubbed harder. "Just one thing, Daddy," she went on. "Before we let you 
fuck us, you have to smoke." 
   
   Dick opened his eyes. Andrea was naked on the bed beside him holding out 
her pack. 
   
   "Jen's right, Daddy," she smirked. "If you want us to be bad with you, 
and your cock is definitely saying that you do, then first you need smoke 
for us." 
   
   "But I can't. I quit cigarettes years ago. Your mother and I both did." 
   
   "Too bad. Then you need to un-quit, Daddy," Jennifer teased. "Tell us, 
how long's it been? Let me guess. Twenty years?" 
   
   "At least." His eyes were glued to his naked younger daughter 
shamelessly playing with herself and fingering her cunt. "We were in 
college. Your mom insisted we both give it up." 
   
   Jennifer rolled her eyes. "God, Mom's such a bitch. She's no fun at 
all." She inserted an unlit cigarette between her father's shaking lips. 
"But tonight we'll fix that, Daddy. Andrea, do the honors." 
   
   The younger girl stretched out her hand. In it, she held a lighter. With 
a click the flame appeared. She guided it toward the cylinder dangling from 
Dick's lips. 
   
   "Here you go, Daddy," she whispered, tempting him with the dancing 
flame. "Let's see if you still know how." 
   
   He tried to object. "But girls. If I do smoke, I won't be able to stop." 
   
   "Good," Jennifer giggled, hitting on her own cigarette. "That's what 
we're hoping." 
   
   "But what about your mom? She'll know. She'll smell it on me and she'll 
crucify me!" 
   
   "Shh, Daddy. Don't worry about her. Smoking's the least of the things 
she'll be mad about before we're done. We'll take care of her. In the 
meantime, just enjoy yourself." Andrea held out the lighter again. 
"Jennifer and I love to smoke. Jennifer, show Daddy how much you want to 
see him light up a cigarette and join us." 
   
   The elder girl rubbed harder. "Oh Daddy," she groaned, eagerly fingering 
his swollen cock. "Andrea's right. It'll be so fuckin' exciting for me to 
see you smoke. God, such a turn-on!" Her hands moved faster. "Do it, Daddy. 
Smoke. Your nastiness was hidden for too long. You can be like Andrea and 
me. You can as bad as you feel like." She giggled. "And your big cock's so 
hard! I know you want to be really, really nasty. You want your big juicy 
cock inside me, don't you? Well, just let Andrea light up that cigarette 
hanging from your mouth. As soon as you do, I'll stick your cock inside my 
sopping wet pussy and let you fuck me. Mm!" 
   
   The feelings were overwhelming. With a sigh Dick nodded. He let Andrea 
light up his cigarette. He took a first drag and instinctively sucked some 
smoke in his chest. Jennifer giggled and stood up in front of him. 
Spreading her legs she slowly descended on his erect member, moving it into 
her hole. He groaned. So did she. 
   
   Andrea moaned. "Yeah, that's it, Daddy, fuck Jennifer while you smoke 
for us." His arms were wrapped around his older daughter while his burning 
cigarette hung from his lips. Meanwhile Jennifer was moving up and down, 
faster and faster. "Drag on it, Daddy," Andrea urged as she played with 
herself. "Yeah, that's it. God, that's perfect. Shit, isn't it great to 
smoke after all these years? Now fuck her, Daddy. Fuck pretty little 
Jennifer just like you always dreamed of doing. And once you're done, I 
need you to fuck me, too!" 
   
   Dick's head was spinning. The excitement was too much. "God, I'm gonna 
cum," he groaned. "Oh shit, I can't help it. I'm gonna fuckin' cum!" 
   
   "It's okay, Daddy," Jennifer whispered wickedly. "I'm ready. Yeah, let 
me have it. Fill me up, all the way up. Ooh, yeah, that's it. God, that's 
_so_ good! Yeah, right there, Daddy." She pulled him closer. He turned his 
head to not burn her with his dangling cigarette. "Andrea's jealous," she 
murmured in his ear. "She's envious because you're fucking me first before 
you can fuck her. She wants you, too, you know." 
   
   Her last words pushed him over the edge. It was too much. "Oh, God," 
Dick exclaimed, wildly unloading his cum into Jennifer as body writhed on 
top of him while he kept inhaling mouthful after mouthful of delicious 
smoke. 
   
   All of a sudden Jennifer came, too. She pushed herself against him in 
spasm after blissful spasm. "Ooh," she screamed. "Oh, shit! Yeah!" 
   
   Finally she rolled off, her juices and his cum dripping from her pussy. 
Before Dick's disbelieving eyes, little Andrea proceeded to lick the entire 
mess off Jennifer's drenched legs. 
   
   "Mm, you guys," Andrea giggled. "Tastes good! Congrats, Daddy. Jennifer 
promised me you had tons of nastiness hidden inside." She smiled as he 
dragged on his cigarette and inhaled. "Now it's time for some different 
liquid refreshment. You can't leave till you do me." 
   
   The younger girl bounced off the bed to retrieve a nearly empty bottle 
of scotch. She tipped it, then offered it to her father. 
   
   Dick considered refusing. He was never much of a drinker. But he 
realized resistance was futile. Instead he accepted the bottle from Andrea 
and took a big swig. 
   
   "God," he shuddered, as the alcohol hit his throat. "You girls are 
something!" He hit on his cigarette. "But what the hell will I, will we, 
tell your mother?" 
   
   "Relax," Jennifer laughed, reaching for a fresh cigarette. "If you'll 
listen, Daddy, we have an idea that solves all these problems, yours and 
ours, forever." 
   
   Dick smiled. "I'm all ears, Jennifer. All ears." 
   
   
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   It was eight the next morning and Vincent Martinelli readied his 
research laboratory. Research was the only part of the job he truly liked. 
The transformations were only a way to pay the costs of continuing his 
precious research. 
   
   He felt particularly displeased about the fiasco with Jennifer, Jennifer 
and Andrea. He didn't like corrupting them. He should never have accepted 
George Stott's case. Well, he didn't have to do another one. And he 
wouldn't, he was sure. 
   
   The phone rang. He sighed. He thought about yelling for Suzanne to pick 
it up but knew it was futile. She never arrived before eight thirty. He 
raised the receiver to his ear. "Hello? New Directions." 
   
   "Mr. Martinelli? This is Dick Scott. I'm Jennifer and Andrea's father. 
Look, I need to talk to you!" 
   
   Vincent sensed an urgency in Dick's voice. Damn! Jennifer double-crossed 
him. Even though he reprogrammed her sister, she spilled the beans to him 
after all. Damn, damn, damn! 
   
   "Listen, Mr. Scott, I'm terribly sorry for what happened. I truly am. 
Jennifer was a terrible mistake. But you see, your daughter made me 
reprogram Andrea or she threatened to blackmail me by telling you what 
happened. Now obviously, she has." 
   
   "Look, Mr. Martinelli, I just want to say that -." 
   
   "Look, I'm sure you're upset," Vincent interrupted. "You needn't say it. 
I understand, believe me, I do. But don't make a federal case out of this. 
I can reprogram them. I can return them to the way they used to be. I 
should've done it in the first place. I simply wasn't thinking. I'm so 
sorry. If I just get them back in for another session I can change them 
back. Please, Mr. Scott, don't do anything rash till I show you how I can 
rectify this terrible mistake I've made." 
   
   A long pause. "Mr. Martinelli, I'm afraid you're the one who doesn't 
understand." 
   
   "What -? What do you mean?" 
   
   The man on the other end cleared his throat. "I mean, I'm not unhappy 
with the changes you made to my daughters. I'm actually pleased, to be 
honest." 
   
   "What? You are?" 
   
   "Yes, quite pleased," Dick went on. "But I'm calling because -. Well, 
Jennifer and Andrea experienced substantial personality changes, to put it 
mildly. My wife's beside herself. She locked herself in our bedroom this 
morning when she realized Jennifer's alteration didn't disappear and that 
Andrea now shares her sister's perversity. Margery's been crying since she 
found out. That's why I need your assistance, Mr. Martinelli. Jennifer 
mentioned that for only seventy-five thousand dollars I can hire you to fix 
my wife, too." 
   
   "What?" 
   
   "That's right, Mr. Martinelli. I need to hire you to do one more change. 
I need you to reorient my wife Margery's thinking, to corrupt her the same 
way you did Jennifer and Andrea." 
   
   "Mr. Scott, excuse me. But that's insane!" 
   
   "No, Mr. Martinelli, it's unfortunately quite necessary. Margery is so 
upset. I'm not sure what she might do. But she's terribly unhappy with the, 
uh, with the personality changes that Jennifer and Andrea have experienced. 
Unlike me, she's not at all happy about them. The only solution is for you 
to `fix' Margery just like you fixed my girls." 
   
   "But your girls are immoral, Mr. Scott. Don't you see? The treatment 
wasn't intended for them, but they turned into sex-starved teenage sluts 
with no morals whatsoever." 
   
   A laugh on the phone. "Yeah, you got that right. But look, Mr. 
Martinelli, I'm no saint, either. Like I said, I'm pleased with their 
renovations. Now I just need you to do my wife Margery. I'm happy to pay 
your going rate, and I'd like you to do it today." 
   
   Vincent shook his head. "Mr. Scott, absolutely not. I feel terrible for 
what happened to Jennifer and Andrea, and to the other girl for whom the 
treatment was initially intended. I didn't sleep at all last night thinking 
about what transpired. No, I'd prefer to reverse their treatments and 
totally restore your daughters' original values and personalities. I'll do 
it for no charge." 
   
   "But I don't want that, Mr. Martinelli." Vincent could hear the two 
girls laughing in the background. "It's not what any of us want. For years 
I lived with three repressed females. Now my daughters feel the way I do, 
the way I've always secretly felt. I'm delighted by what you did to them. 
Now I want their mother to share the values and priorities that Jennifer, 
Andrea and I do." He paused. "What I mean is, I want, _we_ want Margery to 
smoke and drink and be a shameless slut like the girls." 
   
   "Mr. Scott, I cannot. I will not. This conversation is ended. Good day!" 
   
   Vincent hung up the phone. He felt crazy. This couldn't be happening. He 
never should've agreed to corrupt George Stott's wife, Jennifer. If he'd 
turned George Stott down in the first place like he should have, the two 
Scott girls would still be conservative, church-going saints. And their 
mother would be happy. And he wouldn't be feeling so goddamn guilty! 
   
   He heard a voice behind him. "Hey, Vincent. How's it going? So, today's 
nothing but a research day here at the old lab?" 
   
   Suzanne smiled at him from the doorway to the laboratory. He groaned. 
"Yeah, Suzanne, just research today, thank God," he mumbled hesitantly. 
"You know, you won't believe what just happened, though." He told his 
assistant of the bizarre phone call from Dick Scott. 
   
   "That sick fuck wants me to corrupt his wife, to make his family a 
matched set of perverts," Vincent grumbled, hardly able to believe it 
himself. "I tell you, Suzanne, we should never have agreed to do George's 
wife. From now on, I turn down anything remotely like that request." 
   
   "So, you told him `no?'" 
   
   "Of course I did. We can't be doing that kind of immoral stuff. It's 
just not right. My personality research isn't intended to do what we did to 
the two Jennifers and to Andrea. I have no intention of making a market in 
corruption." He smiled ruefully at his assistant. "I suppose you're 
probably disappointed?" 
   
   "No, Vincent," she smiled. "Actually, I agree with you. It's not smart 
and it's not right. After all, we need to maintain _some_ level of morals 
around here, even if we do change all our patients' most important values 
and ideals. Right?" 
   
   He nodded. "I'm glad you see it the way I do, Suzanne." He smiled. "From 
the enthusiasm you showed yesterday, though, I expected you to try and talk 
me into taking this assignment." 
   
   "Me? Hell, no, Vince," Suzanne laughed. "You may think I have no 
scruples. But even I'm not totally depraved." 
   
   "Good," he replied, turning his attention to the research file on the 
desk. "I'm working on some tests this morning. I'll need help in a little 
while. Meanwhile I left assignments on your desk. Go ahead and get started 
on them." 
   
   "No problem, Vince," she grinned. "But first I want to show you 
something I discovered after I reviewed the readouts from yesterday's 
session with Andrea. It's data I think you'll find very, very interesting." 
   
   "Oh?" Vincent turned around. "What is it?" 
   
   "Just this. Look!" In her hand was a small white tube. She squirted it 
right at Vincent's face. Unable to avoid the spray, he gasped. His eyes 
rolled back and he slumped to the floor. 
   
   "Vincent, I know you didn't like what we did to those poor innocent 
girls. But I did, and I don't want to stop. So what else could I do?" she 
laughed. "So you need some of your own medicine to make you agree with me 
for a change." She dragged his comatose body to the room reserved for 
personality alternations and lifted him onto the examination table. 
   
   "I've helped you on so many of these, Vince. I can sure as hell do you 
solo." She smirked as she got out a piece of paper. "I wrote out your 
entire re-orientation, honey. You'll be desperate to corrupt innocent girls 
like Jennifer and Andrea. You'll love doing it, because you're just as 
wicked yourself." Reaching in her smock, she got a cigarette. The blond 
nurse put it in her mouth and lit it up. 
   
   "Also, you're about to start smoking all the time, baby. God, I'm so 
fuckin' sick that you won't let me indulge. Now, Vince, you'll be as bad as 
those girls we transformed when it comes to lighting up and smoking. You'll 
smoke more than me, and that's saying something." She giggled. "New 
Directions clinic just became a smoking only facility," she teased, 
exhaling into his lifeless face. "Only people who smoke can work here from 
now on." 
   
   She prepared the syringe and injected it into his arm. "Here you go, 
baby doll. Just relax and let the drugs soften your conscience. Your will's 
putty in my nasty little hands." Hitting on her cigarette she again exhaled 
smoke into his inert face. "Oh, and did I mention? Now you work for me, 
Vince. You adore me; you worship me, you only live to serve me and me 
alone. Yeah, you'll do anything for your sweet nurse, Suzanne, anything at 
all. The clinic's mine now. You're _my_ assistant. From now on I call the 
shots." 
   
   The pretty blond nurse sat on the examination table beside him. With her 
free hand, the one not holding her cigarette, she casually unzipped 
Vincent's slacks. Quickly she thrust it inside and began fondling his 
flaccid cock. "You'll fuck me whenever and wherever I want, baby. Nothing 
equals the pleasure you get from pleasuring me, Vince. You never realized I 
might turn the tables on you like this." She drew on her cigarette. "But 
that's the way the cookie crumbles, baby. Shit happens, like they say." 
   
   While waiting for the drugs to kick in, she grabbed Vince's cell phone. 
It recorded the number of the last incoming call. With a devious smile, 
Suzanne redialed the number. It rang. 
   
   "Hello, Mr. Scott? Hi, this is Suzanne Wilson from New Directions 
Clinic. I'm following up on your discussion with Vincent Martinelli earlier 
this morning." 
   
   "Uh, hello," came the reply. 
   
   "Listen, my assistant Vincent just told me that you called and asked us 
to treat your wife Margery, to corrupt her like we twisted your daughters. 
Right?" 
   
   "Uh, yeah." 
   
   "Excellent. Listen, I apologize for my assistant, Mr. Martinelli. He's 
been under a lot of stress and I'm afraid he wasn't thinking clearly when 
he spoke to you. Actually, Mr. Scott, we'd love to do the same thing to 
your wife. Can you repeat for me exactly what you want done?" 
   
   "Well, I explained to Vincent I'm actually pleased with the changes 
undergone by my two daughters." 
   
   Suzanne smiled as she reached inside her pants and touched herself. 
"Details, Mr. Scott, I need details, please. Exactly _what_ is it you want 
me to do to your lovely wife?" 
   
   "Well, Margery's a prude. I've secretly hated her conservative 
viewpoints. I've privately wished she was more adventurous, shall we say, 
sexually and in every other way? But till my two daughters got the 
adjustments that you so graciously provided, well, I never knew of an 
opportunity to correct the choice I made years ago in marrying Margery. Now 
I want her to be like Jennifer and Andrea." 
   
   "So, you obviously like what I did to them? Mr. Scott, tell me the 
truth. After all, I did both their transformations. I know that for years 
Jennifer and Andrea have suspected that you're really a closet pervert. Are 
you saying they weren't wrong?" 
   
   "Uh, I'm not sure." 
   
   "Look, Dick," Suzanne laughed. "Let me level with you. Corrupting your 
two sweet little daughters turned me on, big time. I fuckin' loved doing 
it. And I bet you love it now, too. Tell me. Did you fuck both of them last 
night, Dick? I know Jennifer was hoping it'd happen. Did it?" 
   
   "Maybe we shouldn't talk about this on the phone. After all, I don't 
even know who you are for sure." 
   
   "No problem, Dick. I have another patient till three. But send Jennifer 
to pick up my spray. I can hand it to her and one of you can squirt 
Margery. She'll pass out, then bring her here. When I'm done with this guy, 
I'll make your prim and proper wife into a truly wicked, slutty little 
bitch. Do you want the works?" 
   
   "Yeah, please," Dick laughed wickedly. "The works. Just like Jennifer 
and Andrea." 
   
   She looked at her watch. It was time for Vincent's reorientation. "Dick, 
baby, I gotta go. But I can't wait to meet you. You and me, we're kindred 
spirits. I loved what I did to your two slutty girls, and obviously you 
loved it, too. So I bet you and I will get along great." 
   
   "But Vincent said it wasn't possible -?" 
   
   "Forget Vincent. Like I said, I'm in charge now. Vincent works for me, 
and I plan to do a shit-load of corruption, beginning with your lovely, 
old-fashioned pruddish wife, Margery." 
   
   Dick spoke to someone in the background. "Yeah, okay. Look, both 
Jennifer and Andrea say it sounds great. But we're, uh, we're kinda busy 
now, see, the three of us together," he laughed evilly. "But once we're 
done, I'll send Jennifer to get the thing to make Margery fall sleep." 
Gales of female laughter behind him. "Once she wakes up, once you fixed 
her, we'll _all_ have fun. That's what I want." He paused. "I need to meet 
you, Suzanne. Both my girls adore you, and thanks to you I got a fantasy 
come true. Vince called it a terrible mistake, but it wasn't." Again, more 
laughter. "My girls told me all about your personal interest in them, 
Suzanne, I mean, physically and emotionally. It sounds like you inserted 
more than a little of your own personality into each of them. I'm hoping 
you'll do the same for poor Margery. Perhaps you should stick around and 
join us once Margery wakes up and is eager to try out her new sexy, slutty 
persona? What do you say?" 
   
   "Yeah, I'd like that, Dick. I truly would." She leered at the lifeless 
body on the examination table. "And once Vince wakes up, he'll want to, 
too. You see, your wife Margery is the one who's living out a terrible 
mistake. Jennifer, Andrea and I are living life the way it ought to be 
experienced. I can't wait to help Margery see it our way." She let out a 
heartless laugh as she hit on her cigarette. "Anyway, I'll see you and your 
girls at three this afternoon!" 
   
   And Suzanne did! 
   
   THE END 

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