A Terrible Mistake, Part 3

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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. 
   
   3. Changes Galore. 
   
   Dick Scott couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned in bed for awhile till 
finally he got up. He had to think. 
   
   He couldn't stop replaying in his head what he just saw, the unexpected 
transformation of his elder daughter, Jennifer, changing without warning 
from a prim and proper, church-going do-gooder into a viciously nasty, 
degenerate slut who smoked, drank, talked dirty and wanted to get laid. 
Dick groaned. God, when she talked to him in the study Jennifer practically 
begged him to fuck her; him, her own father! It was unbelievable. 
   
   It was also exciting, wildly so. He never realized that Jennifer knew he 
used to stare at her when she laid in bed late at night. He carefully 
reassured his wife Margery that her accusations of him leering at her were 
ridiculous lies. But unfortunately, they weren't. He wasn't the upright 
citizen everyone believed. Not even close. He thought no one knew. But 
clearly Jennifer did. 
   
   He nearly lost it when his dazzlingly gorgeous daughter had teased him, 
told him she knew he secretly wanted to fuck her, and then grabbed his 
balls and pushed her hand up against his cock so hard. It took his breath 
away! God, it was the amazing fulfillment of a million forbidden fantasies. 
Hearing Jennifer defiantly talk dirty, and then smoke so shamelessly while 
she asked him for a drink! God, it was so forbidden, so electrifying. He 
shivered. Fuck! He loved it! 
   
   Before he went downstairs he paused by the bedroom door of Jennifer's 
sister, Andrea. Andrea just turned 18. She looked so lovely lying there 
fast asleep. He stared at her a long time, leering, actually, just as he 
used to leer at Jennifer, watching Andrea's unconscious body and listening 
to her rhythmic breathing. 
   
   Dick sighed as he went down the stairs to his office. He booted up his 
computer. Here he kept his video porn, his nocturnal refuge for situations 
just like this. Margery never woke up. Nor did Andrea. He knew he was 
secure titillating himself here. But as he watched the screen his mind kept 
returning to Jennifer. God, what the hell happened to her? How did she 
suddenly transform into such a slut? He grinned wickedly. And was his 
daughter serious? Did she really now wish she'd invited him to join her in 
her bed? Did he really want her to? He didn't know. His left hand moved 
down to his crotch while he silently watched the bad girls playing with 
each other on his computer screen -. 
   
   
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   The next morning Suzanne got her orders. She returned to Jennifer's 
apartment to bring her back to the clinic for what was to be a supposed 
follow-up visit. Vincent told her of the call from George. Jennifer's 
treatment seemingly failed to produce the results Mr. Stott desired. 
   
   Suzanne was confused. In Jennifer's dreamlike state the afternoon before 
the girl babbled endlessly as Suzanne drove her back to her apartment. She 
was sure the poor girl was fully debauched. But whatever. She had no 
problem repeating the procedure, taking the stupid bitch even deeper into 
depravity. Actually, Suzanne was looking forward to it. She liked doing it 
to Jennifer the first time. The second time might be even more fun! 
   
   She buzzed her apartment at the entrance to the building. She heard a 
sleepy voice through the intercom. "Hello?" 
   
   "Hi, Jennifer. It's Suzanne Wilson from Dr. Martinelli's clinic. Dr. 
Martinelli needs to see you again this morning, to follow-up your visit 
yesterday. Can I come up? I need to talk to you as soon as possible." 
   
   Vincent didn't care if Jennifer knew who they were or what they did to 
her. Once she finished a second session, he assured his nurse, she'd never 
complain. He was sure she'd embrace wickedness wholeheartedly and be glad 
for the service they performed. So there was no need to hide anything this 
time. 
   
   "Yeah, sure," came the groggy reply through the intercom. "Come on up." 
   
   Suzanne ascended the stairs. The door to Apartment 2G was open, but its 
resident was nowhere to be seen. Suzanne stepped inside. She grinned. She 
liked what she saw! 
   
   The ashtray she left on the table yesterday was full of cigarette butts. 
A crumpled pack of Marlboro Menthol 100's was there beside a half full 
second one. She smiled. The kid was sure smoking. 
   
   In the kitchen she saw the bottle of scotch sitting on the counter. It 
was empty. Unlike the afternoon before, the apartment looked as if a 
tornado hit it. 
   
   Jen stumbled out of the bathroom. She looked like hell. 
   
   "Rough night last night?" Suzanne smirked. 
   
   "God, yeah," the faltering female mumbled, crumbling onto the sofa. "I'm 
not used to smoking so much or drinking this goddamned much!" 
   
   "Hmm. So how do you feel about your new obsessions with alcohol and 
tobacco?" 
   
   Jen squinted at Suzanne. She laughed. It was a pitiless, almost pathetic 
giggle. 
   
   "Even though I feel like shit right now, it doesn't matter. I can't live 
without `em anymore and I don't want to, either. Cool, huh?" 
   
   Suzanne just smiled. As if to prove her point, Jennifer reached for the 
pack of cigarettes. She shook out a Marlboro Menthol 100, slipped it in her 
lips and grabbed for her lighter. 
   
   "I'll feel better once I smoke," Jennifer grunted, not knowing why she 
was so sure. She paused long enough to ignite the dangling cylinder. She 
pumped on it hard. "Oh, yeah," she groaned happily, as she sucked a load of 
smoke deep inside her chest. "God, that's better!" 
   
   Jen saw Suzanne staring, incredulous. She grinned callously. 
   
   "I needn't worry about telling you that I love to smoke, do I? Yeah, 
that's because you get it, Nurse Suzanne. You understand _exactly_ what I 
mean. You smoke. I remember. I bet you love to smoke just as much as I do." 
   
   Suzanne reached in her pocket for her Benson & Hedges 100's. She had on 
a nurse's uniform that morning per Vincent's instructions. 
   
   "Yes, Jennifer, I do. That's why I'm joining you." Suzanne, too, lit up 
a cigarette. 
   
   "You can't trust the bastards who don't smoke," Jen went on. "God, I'm 
so glad I figured it out." She stared blankly at Suzanne. "How _did_ I 
figure it out?" 
   
   "Your thinking's still a little confused after your seizure," Suzanne 
said with clinical detachment. "That's why Dr. Martinelli wants to see you 
again right away." 
   
   Jennifer nodded and stood. She started toward her bedroom, then stopped. 
"I finished off my bottle of scotch last night, or I'd offer you a drink." 
She laughed coldheartedly. "And I'd have one myself, too. Thanks for 
leaving it. I've turned into a real lush. It sure came in handy!" 
   
   "No problem. Glad you liked it," Suzanne sneered, releasing a voluminous 
exhale. "Glad to hear you're drinking. From the look of your ashtray, it 
seems you're also smoking a lot since you got home." 
   
   "Yeah, I love to smoke." She gave Suzanne a curious look. "But you're a 
nurse. So why aren't you giving me shit about smoking? You medical types 
are supposed to be against it." 
   
   "Not the ones who smoke," Suzanne laughed. "We aren't against it. Lots 
of us smoke, nurses and doctors, too. We get it. We know smoking's great. 
Who cares about that all health bullshit anyway? Not us. The good thing is 
now you don't care, either. You learned what we already know. Smoking's 
fabulous. You know it from first-hand experience." The lovely nurse hit on 
her B&H an extra long time. She snap-inhaled a big ball of smoke into her 
mouth and down into her chest. "So aren't you glad you finally know the 
truth, that smoking's the best?" 
   
   "Yeah," the brunette nodded enthusiastically. She mimicked Suzanne's 
snap-inhale. "I'm _so_ glad!" 
   
   Suzanne furrowed her brow. No signs of resistance in this area. It was 
time to explore another part of her re-orientation. "The same thing's true 
with sex," she went on. "Pretty girls, like you and me, we _love_ to get 
fucked all the time, don't we?" 
   
   Again Jen gave her an enthusiastic nod. 
   
   "Guys or girls, right? Doesn't matter. We like it either way!" 
   
   Another vigorous nod. 
   
   "But we especially like two girls on one guy," Suzanne continued. "Don't 
you agree?" 
   
   "Sure," Jen laughed convincingly. "It's the best." 
   
   Suzanne followed her into her room while the teenager got dressed. She 
couldn't help admiring Jennifer's lovely lithe body. But no time for that. 
She had to attend to business. 
   
   "Speaking of fucking, Jennifer, did you go home last night like you were 
supposed to?" 
   
   The brunette nodded as she pulled on a sweatshirt. "Yep, I sure did." 
   
   Suzanne sighed. God, then what the fuck's wrong? She felt angry and 
perplexed. "Then for God's sake, Jennifer, why didn't you fuck him? After 
all, getting fucked's the best. You said so yourself." 
   
   "I brought up the idea with him. I even teased him about it," she 
explained patiently. "But I didn't push it. After all, it's pretty kinky, 
and it's especially difficult when _she's_ there. Know what I mean?" 
   
   "But two girls on a guy while he fucks the two of you simultaneously is 
cool, not difficult. You said so yourself." 
   
   "Yeah, I should've pushed harder for us to fuck, I guess," she pondered. 
"I dunno. It just felt kind of uncomfortable, and especially with _her_ 
there by his side." 
   
   Suzanne nodded. She knew what they needed to work on this time when they 
put Jennifer under. At least, she _thought_ she did. 
   
   She drove Jennifer to the clinic, parked her car and took the pretty 
brunette inside. Vincent entered the examination room, white coat and all, 
and began to conduct a routine physical examination. After a few moments he 
asked the teenager to breathe into a tube. The tube was filled with 
anesthetic. His unsuspecting victim fell fast asleep. 
   
   Suzanne administered the drugs. For several hours Vincent and Suzanne 
took turns reiterating Jennifer's new value system. She was a slut. She'd 
fuck anybody anytime. She'd never hold back from seeking an opportunity to 
have sex, including kinky sex, one-on-one, male or female, including in 
threesomes or in larger groups. 
   
   At one point Suzanne told her after she awoke she'd follow through on 
every act that she considered doing the prior night but hadn't done. She no 
longer had any morals whatsoever. Morals were for fools, for losers. 
Nothing shocked or scandalized her anymore. Nothing. Fucking, drinking and 
smoking would be her three priorities in life from now on. Nothing else 
mattered. 
   
   Suzanne drove Jen home at three. She was to call Vincent on her cell 
phone as soon as Jennifer was coherent, so he in turn could call George. 
The hope was that George would confirm his satisfaction with the final 
transformation of his wife into a slut. 
   
   Jen babbled in a semi-dreamlike state as they drove. Suzanne smirked. 
Her attitude sounded debauched, depraved, licentious, more than before. She 
and Vincent created a monster. God, Suzanne smiled, it was fuckin' cool. 
Her panties got damp contemplating what they'd done to the poor defenseless 
girl who spouted obscenities from the seat beside her. 
   
   After helping Jen up the stairs and into her apartment, Suzanne laid her 
on the couch and called Vincent. "Send in the clowns," she laughed. "She'll 
wake up soon. If I sense that she's regressing I'll let you know. But early 
indications are that Project Slut is a rip-roaring success!" 
   
   Vincent smiled and called George. He promised to be there within 15 
minutes. He was eager to see his wife transformed. 
   
   Suzanne sat down across from the dozing girl and sighed. She was a sexy 
little thing and now she'd be unbelievably depraved. Suzanne got out a B&H 
and lit up. She laughed, realizing that Jennifer sure as hell wouldn't mind 
if she smoked while waiting for her to wake up. 
   
   Soon the fragrant aroma of Suzanne's fresh cigarette smoke began to stir 
the sleeping teen. "Mm," she groaned drowsily. "That smells _so_ good!" 
   
   "It is good," Suzanne laughed. "So, you're starting to wake up?" 
   
   "Yeah," Jen nodded, vainly trying to wipe the sleep from her eyes. "Can 
I have one of those?" 
   
   "Glad to oblige. Do you want one of mine or one of your Marlboro Menthol 
100's? Mine aren't menthol." 
   
   "Doesn't matter. I just need a cigarette. God, that smells good!" 
   
   Suzanne decided to offer a B&H. "Here you go," she volunteered, giving 
Jen one of hers. "Mine are real strong. In your heightened debauched state, 
you might like mine better." 
   
   Jennifer eagerly slipped the long cigarette between her lips. Suzanne 
lit her up. 
   
   "Oh God! Yeah, that's what I needed. It's _so_ fuckin' good," she said 
blissfully, after inhaling her initial drag and holding it deep inside her 
chest. "Oh, I needed a cigarette _so_ bad!" She hit hard on it. "Yours 
taste different, Suzanne. But shit, I _do_ like `em!" 
   
   Suzanne likewise dragged on hers. "I like Benson & Hedges 100's because 
they _are_ so nice and strong," she laughed. "If you're gonna smoke, you 
may as well smoke a real cigarette!" 
   
   Jennifer shook her head in disbelief as she exhaled. "Oh my God, I feel 
so bad!" 
   
   "You don't feel well?" 
   
   The teenager laughed. "No, I mean, I feel so bad. I feel like being bad, 
acting like a very bad little girl." She giggled naughtily. "Suzanne, I 
think you're sexy. God, I feel _soo_ horny. So, tell me. Want to play?" She 
put her finger on her lip and flashed the nurse a playful, pouting, but 
decidedly suggestive look. 
   
   "Jennifer, you are such a tease!" She walked right up to her. Jen was 
slowly and deliberately swaying her hips from side to side, seductively 
attempting to draw her in closer. 
   
   Suzanne did feel turned on. Jennifer was her creation. Both days she did 
most of her re-programming. She knew how bad Jennifer could be. And now she 
wanted to taste it. 
   
   "Have you ever been kissed by a girl, Jennifer?" 
   
   "No," the teenager breathlessly answered. "But I'd sure like to learn 
how. You're so smart, Suzanne," she teased. "Can you teach me?" 
   
   The nurse put her hand on Jen's cheek. "It's real easy. I can show you, 
honey. You just do this." 
   
   Suzanne closed her eyes and touched her lips to Jennifer's. They tasted 
so smoky. She kissed them, and Jen kissed her back with no hesitation. 
Suzanne groaned. 
   
   "You're such a bad girl, Jennifer," she whispered. "You're really, 
really bad." 
   
   "I know," Jennifer giggled. "I love it. But you made me bad, Suzanne. So 
you know how nasty I can be." Casually she fingered the blond nurse's 
breasts. She sneered. "I want to show you how well it worked, exactly what 
you did to me. I'm bad, and now I want to fuck!" 
   
   Hearing those words, Suzanne felt like electricity coursed through her 
body. "Oh God, I want you, Jennifer." She kissed the other woman 
passionately. "I touched you while you slept. I played with your gorgeous 
titties and rubbed your pussy. Your conscious mind was asleep, but I knew 
your subconscious absorbed all the depravity I was giving it. I even told 
you how much I wanted to corrupt you once you woke up. I'm glad you 
remembered." 
   
   "Hell, then, corrupt away," Jen laughed. Like Suzanne, the teenager kept 
smoking while both of them wantonly touched and explored each other's 
erogenous zones. 
   
   Suddenly they heard a knock. "Shit," Jen grumbled. She put her cigarette 
in her lips and snorted toward the door. "Maybe we should ignore it." 
   
   "Uh, not a good idea." Suzanne was pretty sure she knew who it was. He 
wasn't someone to ignore. 
   
   Sighing, Jen opened it. 
   
   In the hallway stood her neighbor Jennifer, the pretty blond from across 
the hall. 
   
   "Hi, Jen. I'm sorry to interrupt you like this." She looked around 
furtively. "But can I come in? It's kind of important." 
   
   The depraved slut nodded. "Yeah, sure." She eyed her neighbor's body, 
hoping she might be interested in joining her with Suzanne. "Jennifer, this 
is my very good friend Suzanne. Suzanne, this is Jennifer from across the 
hall." 
   
   As the door closed Jennifer realized what was going on, seeing the 
girls' disheveled appearances. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I had no idea." 
   
   Jen laughed evilly as she put her arm around Suzanne's waist. "Don't 
worry. No problem. Suzie and I aren't embarrassed, are we, cutie?" She 
kissed her. "We're cool." 
   
   "My husband just pulled up out front again," Jennifer went on, looking 
out the window while nervously wringing her hands. "I'm sorry to interrupt 
you, but I can't let him find me. I had to come over here to hide again, 
Jen." 
   
   Suzanne gasped. Could this mean -? Meanwhile Jen continued to play 
hostess. 
   
   "Oh, poor thing," she cooed a bit too sympathetically. "Honey, you look 
like you could use a cigarette. Here, Jennifer, have one." 
   
   "No, I shouldn't," she fudged. "I told you yesterday, Jen, I'm trying to 
quit." 
   
   "But I insist," Jen smirked. "If you want to hide with us, honey, you 
gotta smoke." 
   
   Jen picked up Suzanne's pack, shook out a cigarette and slid it into 
Jennifer's trembling lips. Without asking, she grabbed the lighter and lit 
her up. 
   
   "There. Isn't that better? Doesn't it help to smoke, Jennifer?" 
   
   The blond was in the midst of a long drag. "Yeah, I guess it does," she 
admitted after inhaling. "I just can't let George find me." 
   
   The light finally went on in Suzanne's brain. "Excuse me. What did you 
say your name is?" 
   
   "Jennifer Stott," she smiled timidly. "My name's almost the same as your 
friend Jen's." 
   
   "Oh my God," Suzanne groaned. "And your husband is named George?" 
   
   "Yeah, Jen let me hide out here when George came looking for me 
yesterday. He and I are separated. He's such a -." 
   
   In a flash Suzanne had her cell phone out. She hit the button for 
Vincent's number. 
   
   "Vincent? It's Suzanne. We've got a major problem. You better get your 
ass over to Jennifer's apartment as fast as you can. Okay. Right. I'll try 
to handle things till you get here." 
   
   Jen frowned. "What's wrong, Suzanne?" 
   
   "God, you're a mistake. You're the wrong girl!" 
   
   "No, Suzie, I'm the _right_ girl, especially for a slutty bitch like 
you," she teased. 
   
   "No, I mean -. Shit, I gotta talk to George." With that she opened the 
door, stomped into the hallway and saw the apartment across the hall with 
its door open. A man stood inside. 
   
   Jennifer Stott groaned in fear. "Oh my God! What are you doing ? No, 
please, don't!" 
   
   It was too late. Suzanne entered the unit across the hall. The two 
Jennifers heard her talk to George. 
   
   "Excuse me, Mr. Stott, but I'm Suzanne Wilson at New Directions Clinic. 
I just figured out why your wife didn't respond to our treatment. Come 
across the hall and see for yourself." 
   
   An exasperated George Stott followed Suzanne into the entryway. He saw 
Jennifer. "Here you are, bitch," he literally spat. He smiled at Suzanne. 
"Well, at least she's smoking." 
   
   Suzanne studied the two bewildered females standing side by side, one 
blond and the other brunette. She sighed. 
   
   "George, meet Jennifer Scott. She's the girl we treated instead of your 
wife. Apparently there was some confusion because both are named Jennifer 
and both live on the second floor of the building. Jen, this is George, the 
guy we told you about during your conditioning." 
   
   To George's surprise and Jennifer's total shock, Jen waltzed up to him 
and kissed George on the mouth. "Mm, George, I've been waiting to meet you. 
This is a real pleasure." She eagerly licked her lips. "I need you to fuck 
me. Please? Can we do it right now?" 
   
   "We got the wrong girl," Suzanne groaned, pausing to hit on her 
cigarette. "The treatment worked fine. It just worked on the wrong girl, 
one who lives on the same floor and whose name is identical to your wife's, 
except for one little letter." 
   
   George pushed away the fawning Jen. "You fuckers," he grumbled. "So what 
are you gonna do? Give me a refund or what?" 
   
   Suzanne drew near to blond Jennifer, who was clearly perplexed. "No, 
we'll just do the right one this time." From her pocket she got out a small 
bottle. Pointing it at Jennifer, she hit the button. A jet stream of gas 
enveloped her head. She gasped and fell down unconscious. 
   
   "Hey, that's what you guys did to me, isn't it?" Jen asked, gleefully 
clapping her hands. "So does this mean that this Jennifer's gonna get 
fixed, too?" 
   
   "Yeah," Suzanne smiled. "Jennifer's gonna get fixed, Jen. I assume you 
don't object?" 
   
   "Hell, no." She eagerly wrapped her arms around a slightly dazed George. 
"She'll love it. I did." She kissed George again. "But honey, let's fuck. I 
need to. Okay?" 
   
   Suzanne grinned. "Jen was conditioned that she needs to fuck you, 
George. She's pretty desperate to spread her legs for you. I don't know if 
you're interested. But if you are, slutty little Jen would love for you to 
fuck her. Isn't that right, honey?" 
   
   "Uh-huh," Jen nodded eagerly. Holding her cigarette in one hand, she 
shamelessly fondled his cock with her other one. "Yeah, I really am a slut, 
George, and I'd love for you to fuck me." She giggled again. "It'd be even 
better if Suzanne would join us." 
   
   Suzanne rolled her eyes. Jen's invitation sounded intriguing. But she 
had more critical things to attend to. "Jen is conditioned for troika 
sex,," the nurse explained. "But her top priority is to fuck you. Anyway, 
Vincent's coming. He and I will take your wife back to the clinic so we can 
give her the treatment we mistakenly provided to Jen here." She sneered. 
"Meantime, enjoy the other Jennifer's lustful affections." 
   
   George groaned as Jen shamelessly caressed his hardening member. "Yeah, 
I might do that," he said with a sneer. "So, is _this_ how my Jennifer will 
turn out when you're done?" 
   
   "Yep," Suzanne nodded. "Till yesterday Jen was a normal teenager, shy 
and reserved. You see how we transformed her. She smokes, drinks and loves 
to fuck. She's obsessed." She looked at the girl panting at George. "You're 
a bad girl, aren't you, Jen? A bitchy little slut?" 
   
   "Yeah, and I love to fuck. George, I was a church-going do-gooder, a 
pathetic little twit who never smoked, drank or screwed around. Now look at 
me! I'm nasty and I love it. Suzanne and Vincent will take your pretty wife 
to their clinic and fix her. In the meantime, you and I should go to my 
bedroom for a hell of a good time." She winked at Suzanne. "I haven't 
forgotten you, you know," she said pointedly. "I still want you, Suzanne." 
She sneered at the unconscious blond lying on the floor. "I also still want 
your wife," she went on wickedly. "I've wanted inside her panties since I 
first saw her. After they're done with her, I bet Jennifer will want me, 
too. Maybe all three of us can fuck together. I'd like that." 
   
   Jen continued to finger George's cock inside his trousers. He groaned. 
   
   "Jen, let me take you for a test drive. Let me see how good a fuck you 
really are!" He pulled the slutty teenager against his body and kissed her 
enthusiastically. 
   
   Suddenly the door to the apartment swung open. Everyone turned to look. 
A pretty blond teenager stood in the entrance with her mouth open wide. 
   
   Jen was the first to speak. "Andrea! What are you doing here?" 
   
   "Mom and Dad told me all the bizarre stuff that happened last night. I 
didn't believe it. I had to stop by and find out for myself what was going 
on." She stared at Jen with a cigarette in her hand. Her arms were 
shamelessly wrapped around George. "Jennifer, what's going on?" 
   
   "Everyone, this is my little sister Andrea," Jen laughed. "Andrea, this 
is George and that's my friend Suzanne." She looked down. "The girl on the 
floor is George's wife, Jennifer. Suzanne is about to take Jennifer to the 
New Directions Clinic so she can get fixed." 
   
   Andrea was stunned, though she didn't understand. "I don't believe this. 
You're smoking, Jennifer, just like Mom said. I can't believe it. Why? And 
why are you making out with that old guy? This isn't like you. What's going 
on?" 
   
   Jen laughed as she dragged on her cigarette. "I got a lot smarter thanks 
to Suzanne," she sneered, exhaling and disengaging from George before 
sidling up to Suzanne. "I discovered that I need to live a little, that I 
wanted to enjoy myself for a change." From the pocket of Suzanne's smock 
she took the tube the nurse squirted in the face of her unconscious 
namesake. "Don't worry, Andrea. Let me show you something. Once I do, 
you'll understand." 
   
   Jen stood in front of her sister. She squirted the spray in the confused 
teenager's face. Andrea choked, her eyes rolled closed, and she fell to the 
floor beside George's comatose wife. 
   
   "What the hell," Suzanne exclaimed. "Why did you do that?" 
   
   "So you can take Andrea with you along with Jennifer," Jen explained 
with a smile. "Because I want you to fix my sister, too." 
   
   "But shit, Jen, we can't -." 
   
   "Oh yes, you can," she interrupted. "Andrea's a real insufferable prig. 
She's even more unadventurous than I was. She goes to church all the time 
and insufferably preaches her stupid shit to people whether they want to 
hear it or not. God, I don't want to deal with her narrow-minded idiocy now 
that I'm liberated. But, you see, I won't need to deal with it anymore once 
you fix Andrea and make her just like me." 
   
   Suzanne gasped. "You're serious?" 
   
   "Damn straight," Jen smirked, hitting on her cigarette. "Look, Suzanne, 
you made me this way. You turned me nasty, evil, into a true slut. I'm just 
being the person you intended me to be. I want you and Vincent to corrupt 
my little sister for me." 
   
   "But it's not free. Shit, it costs seventy-five grand." 
   
   "Yeah, well, then you need to waive the fee." She tipped her head and 
released a lengthy exhale through mocking lips. "Because I don't have 
seventy-five grand." She batted her eyes at George. "You really paid `em 
seventy-five g's to corrupt your pretty little wife?" 
   
   He nodded. "Yep. I had to. I was afraid Jennifer might tell my dad about 
the all kinky shit that I'm into. I couldn't afford that." 
   
   Jen smiled and nodded. That gave her an idea. "Hmm, makes sense, George. 
It's sort of like your problem, Suzanne. You and Vincent can't afford for 
me to tell my parents about the clinic. They're very wealthy. My dad would 
bring you down without blinking if I told him what you did to his precious 
little girl. You wouldn't want that, would you?" 
   
   Suzanne let out a resigned groan. She realized what Jennifer was 
threatening. 
   
   "I suppose we could do Andrea, too. I guess we could do Jennifer and 
Andrea together. The changes would be the same for both." She looked at the 
two bodies on the floor and then up at the blackmailing female. She gave 
Jen a decidedly respectful little smile. "You're serious, aren't you?" 
   
   Jen opened her mouth. Another voluminous exhale poured out. "Absolutely. 
I'm just responding to my conditioning, Nurse Suzanne," she smirked. "You 
made me into a total bitch. I want my little sister corrupted. I want 
Andrea as my ally. And you're gonna help me." 
   
   At that moment Vincent entered. He saw two bodies on the floor and 
looked around at the others, clearly confused. "Hey, what's going on?" 
   
   Suzanne picked up Andrea and motioned to him to get Jennifer. "I'll 
explain on the way to the clinic. We get to do two girls this afternoon, 
Vincent, both at no charge." 
   
   "But why?" 
   
   "Like I said, I'll tell you on the way. Get the other bitch. We'll take 
them in your car." She smiled at Jen. "So, I take it you and George are 
gonna stay here for awhile." She looked at her watch. "We can have `em both 
back here by seven tonight if you want to wait." 
   
   George licked his lips. "Yeah, I'll wait here with the other Jennifer," 
he grinned, as he pulled her against his body and kissed her eagerly. "I 
think we can keep ourselves occupied for a few hours. Don't you, bitch?" 
   
   "Only if we get another bottle of scotch," smirked the teenager. "I 
haven't had a drink all day. Let's hit the liquor store, George, and then 
come back here to fuck. I bet you're just kinky enough that you'd love to 
fuck a poor little 19 year old girl like me, wouldn't you?" 
   
   George saw the lust in the girl's eyes. "Yeah, I sure am. We'll take my 
car and hit the liquor store. Then I'm gonna come back here and fuck your 
brains out, you little slut." 
   
   The brunette teenager giggled as she turned to Suzanne and Vincent. 
"Hurry up with Andrea and Jennifer, you guys. I have nasty plans for Andrea 
once you finish with her. Okay?" 
   
   Suzanne smiled. "She'll be back here by seven along with Jennifer. Yeah, 
I bet you _do_ have nasty plans in mind for your poor little sister." 
   
   "You have no idea," Jen smiled. "None at all!" 

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