﻿The Ubani Code

by Pan



Published: 2020-08-22
Updated: 2020-09-19
Packaged: 2024-02-16 23:07:10
Chapters: 4
Words: 10,251
Publisher: mcstories.com
Story URL: https://mcstories.com/UbaniCode/index.html
Author URL: https://mcstories.com/Authors/Pan.html
Summary: A pair of teenage boys find a cheat code in a mind-control device.
Erotica Tags: mc, md, mf





TABLE OF CONTENTS


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4



	Chapter 1

“The Ubani code.”

“What about it?” my best friend replied, raising one eyebrow. I was referring to a cheat code that Ken Ubani had put it in every game he worked on; a cheat code that Lenny and I had been obsessed with for more than a decade.

“No one knows more about it than us,” I said with a smile. “You and I might be the world experts on it.”

“Except Ken Ubani.”

I rolled my eyes. “He’s been dead for five years, Lenny. He doesn’t count.”

“Okay so first of all he’s not _dead_ , he’s missing. Maybe he just ran off to a tropical island somewhere, wanting to hide from the fame he’d developed for himself. What’s your point?”

“My point,” I continued, ignoring my friend’s conspiracy theory, “is that no one else ever got the Ubani code working in Pakki Pakki 6, until we tried doing it in an underwater rocket with one health left.”

Lenny grinned. We’d immediately shot to the top of the leaderboards, until the other players had worked out what we were doing and joined us.

“No one else knew how to activate it in Gunslinger Island, until we figured out you need to type the code three times in reverse.”

“We’re great,” he yawned. “I get it. Is there a reason you’re telling me this instead of helping me pack these boxes?”

Lenny’s family was moving. A friendship that had lasted more than a decade, suddenly ended by his Mom’s transfer to a new plant. Life can be cruel like that.

“So my point is, Ken Ubani’s last project was the Wand.”

“That’s probably why he was disappeared,” Lenny said thoughtfully, clearly not following my train of thought. “The government finally saw how intelligent he was, and they had to eliminate him.”

“I thought he was on a tropical island.”

“That’s where they send genius inventors. So they can keep making government superweapons.”

“You’re not listening,” I sighed. “The Wand is an Ubani project, right?”

“Right,” Lenny said, before his hair shot back and his eyes widened. “Ohhhhhh.”

“Do you know where your Mom’s is?”

I’d given Lenny a lot of crap when his Mom had bought a Wand. She was one of the first to get one—back when the name was still fresh, a national joke. But pretty soon, it was like the Wii, or the iPad—as everyone got used to it, we forgot how funny the name had seemed at first.

“Yeah,” Lenny said, scampering off to find it.

While he was gone, I finished moving the last comics into the box, and looked up to see his sister standing there, watching me.

“Evie,” I said cordially.

“Fuck-face,” she replied, matching my tone.

Evie was Lenny’s older sister, and she was a bitch. She was born a bitch, and she’d probably die a bitch. She was a classic example of why you should never judge a book by its cover—she had this perfect olive skin, long brown hair and gorgeous brown eyes, and a rack that had been responsible for probably half the erections I’d ever had in my life. If you didn’t know her, you’d think that she was a perfect little angel…hell, that’s what Lenny’s Mom thought.

But I knew better. So did Lenny.

“I bet you can’t wait to move,” I said, keeping my tone calm. “A whole town of people who don’t know that shaking hands with you will give them syphillis.”

“I bet you can’t wait until we’re gone,” she responded. “Maybe you’ll make a friend who doesn’t know how small your dick is.”

I flushed at that one. Evie had once walked in on me while I was peeing. I don’t know if she’d seen anything, but she’d told _everyone_ that I had a tiny cock.

Yeah. Including Lenny.

“Get out of here, Eves,” Lenny said, marching back into the room.

“Bye, fuck-face,” she said with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

I hated her. We both did. But I couldn’t stop myself from watching the swish of her skirt as she walked away. Her legs. Her ass. That _skirt_.

I shook my head, and turned to my friend.

“You find it?”

Lenny grinned, and pulled it out.

The Wand.

It was released about eighteen months after Ken Ubani disappeared, and it had rocked the world. Not just the tech world, either—within a year, every bed in every hospital had one, and they were starting to see heavy adoption in prisons and schools, too.

Lenny’s Mom was a tech junkie—there was no _real_ reason for her to get one; she wasn’t a medical professional, or particularly stressed out. She just always had to have the latest gadgets. It worked out great for Lenny and me—she really _got_ it when he told her how much he wanted the latest console.

No one’s sure exactly what Ken Ubani was designing it for. Apparently his business partner found the first prototype in his house, and they had to backwards engineer a lot of the tech, but the potential was immediately pretty obvious.

It was a black cylinder about the size of a remote control, with a single button. You hold it up to your head, press the button, and it…slows your mind down.

It’s hard to explain. It doesn’t like, knock you out, or change the rate at which you moves through time. It just sort of makes everything…ah, god, I’m doing a terrible job of this. Here, this is what the box said:

The Wand is the ultimate relaxation tool. With one gentle tap, watch the world fade away. Lower your heartrate, expel stress and unwanted thoughts, and clear your mind. Fifteen seconds will feel like fifteen minutes of deep rest. A nap on a beach, a professional massage, a deep bubble bath—all just a button-press away. Rediscover your calm with The Wand.

So like, it basically just relaxes you. It was completely safe, too—it wasn’t like you could turn yourself into a zombie.

Lenny’s Mom would use it after a long day at work, or when she was getting into a fight with someone online, to calm herself down. Lenny and I had tried it a few times, but we didn’t really see the appeal—I guess if you’re old, fifteen seconds is no time at all, but we figured that was time we could have been spending gaming.

I’d heard tech companies had been the first to adopt them, realizing how much more productive programmers were when they weren’t stressed. And like I said, they’d started to make their way into schools—students who free access to them during exams scored like thirty percent better.

Prisons had started giving perks to inmates who used them at least once a day, to decrease violence and riots and all that, and almost all hospitals now had them on-hand for when someone was having a heart attack

The Wand only affected the brain waves, but obviously the brain controls the heart etc, and so it ended up saving a whole bunch of lives. Ken Ubani had already been _my_ personal hero for the Headmatch series, but the Wand really made him a household name, with a lot of people being like ’oh no he died too young’ and ‘imagine what else he could have made’, all that jazz, almost two years after he died without them having heard of him before then.

I dunno. It bugged me. We’d appreciated him when he was _alive_ , y’know?

“Okay,” Lenny said, squinting his eyes at the Wand. “Only one button. How are we going to do this?”

I tilted my head to the side thoughtfully.

The Ubani code was normally directional—right, right, right, right, left, up, left up down, left, left, up. → → → → ← ↑ ←↑↓ ← ← ↑ —I’d decided long ago that it was going to be my first tattoo.

“Maybe wave it around like a Wii controller?” I asked, and Lenny shot me a look.

“It doesn’t have an accelerometer,” he said. “Besides, people are probably going to do that accidentally, just while carrying it around. You saw how sneaky he got with the Ubani code in his last few games.”

I nodded. His last release—Headmatch X—had required you to work out the ever-changing map’s layout, then travel between rooms to hit the code, ignoring the shifting gravity and everchanging compass points. I wish I could say we’d been the first to work that one out, but it had come out in Japan three months before the rest of the world, and so they’d cracked it before we even got our hands on the game.

“How does the button work?” I asked, and Lenny threw it to me.

“You press it, you can’t press it again for ten minutes.”

That was one of the reasons the Wand couldn’t be abused—they’d hard-wired that time limit into the technology. No way around it. You go hazy for fifteen seconds, you can’t do it again until your body and brain have had time to recover.

It meant that you couldn’t use a Wand to put yourself into an ongoing stupor. Someone had tried to do that a few years back—they’d borrowed a bunch of Wands, and switched between them for like five minutes straight, recording themselves for a YouTube video. It really did a number on them—it like, permanently slowed down their brainwaves or something.

There was talk about banning the Wand, but they took it to court and proved that like, bashing your own head in with a filing cabinet caused more damage, and no one was suggesting they should ban filing cabinets.

Just to be safe, the new models all come with a thing where they disable any other Wand within a three-foot radius when they’re used. Lenny’s Mom was one of the first batch, though, so it didn’t have that.

“Maybe this is dumb,” I finally said, after a few minutes of examining the Wand. “I mean, Ubani didn’t even make the final version of this. Maybe they just didn’t bother putting it in.”

“Nah,” Lenny said, taking the Wand back. “They barely even understand how this thing works, even now—I’ll bet they just manufactured it with his specs exactly, and he’d already put one in. There’s got to be some way to do this.”

“There’s no accelerometer,” I mused. “There’s no direction buttons. There’s just a single button—‘On’—and then…”

“What?” Lenny asked, in response to my pause and thoughtful look.

“Huh,” I said.

“What??”

“How does it know whether it’s pointing at your head?”

“Well, it doesn’t _know_ ”, my friend replied, looking at me strangely. “You just…”

I pressed the button. Nothing happened.

“See?”

“What?”

I handed him the Wand. “Press the button.”

He did. Nothing happened.

“Now point it at your head and press the button.”

He looked at me like I was an idiot.

“Trust me,” I said, and he rolled his eyes.

“Fine.”

Click. Lenny’s face went slack, and I mentally counted down from fifteen.

Right as I hit ‘one’, Lenny was back.

“That’s such a trip,” he said with a grin.

“Feel better?”

“Yeah,” he admitted. “I guess I’ve been more stressed lately than I thought.”

I nodded. We hadn’t really talked properly about the move. We’d just sort of been…avoiding it.

I was really going to miss Lenny. Not that I’d ever tell _him_ that.

“So what’s your point?” he said.

I tried to press the button once more, but it was locked.

“The button locks for ten minutes after it’s pressed…”

“Yeah…”

“Or if you’re holding it to someone else’s head.”

“Yeah,” he said patiently. “It’s a security thing. So you can’t use it to knock other people out.”

“Right. But how does it _know_ where you’re holding it?”

There was a pause as Lenny considered my question.

“Oh, huh,” he eventually said. “Damn. You’re totally right. I never even thought about that.”

For the next ten minutes, we pored over the device, until the small light alerted us that it was ready to use again. Then, I tried holding it against Lenny’s bed, against the stack of boxes, against a stuffed toy he’d had sine he was a kid, against my leg, my chest, my arm, his head…but the button wouldn’t press.

“Ready?” he said, and I nodded. I held it against my head, pressed the button, and…

Click.

It’s hard to describe the feeling of being Wanded. It’s not like you get transported away to a happy place or anything like that—your eyes don’t even close. You’re still aware of everything around you—I could see Lenny, I could see his room, I could smell the curry that his mother was cooking downstairs.

But none of it seems to…matter. Like, if there was a fire in the room, I don’t think I’d be able to care. It’s like that stuff is irrelevant; what’s _really_ important, for that time, is just _being_.

The advertisement wasn’t kidding when it said fifteen minutes, either. Lenny’s Mom called out to let us know that dinner was almost ready, and while I understood the words she was saying, I heard them over a loonnnnnnnnnng period of time.

It’s weird—if you stretched out fifteen seconds of talking, made it sixty times slower, I’ll bet you couldn’t even understand what’s being said. But while you’re under the Wand, you know. You can just hear it, somehow, even though it’s impossibly slow. And like I said, it just doesn’t _matter_. Nothing matters, just existing in that time, collecting your thoughts, taking a moment to reflect on what life’s about.

Some people are really into it. I’ve heard of people bringing these things with them into the office on a stressful day—like, when you’ve got so much going on that you really _want_ those little breaks.

It really doesn’t do anything for me. That’s why Lenny and I only used it a few times—I already feel like my teenage years are going soooo slowly; literally making time feel like it’s running slower is the _opposite_ or what I want.

When the fifteen seconds ended, I blinked twice, and looked at my friend.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” I said casually, taking the Wand from him. “So when you press it against someone’s head, it can like…read that there are brainwaves there?”

“I guess,” Lenny said.

“And it knows that they’re _your_ brainwaves?”

“I guess so,” he replied thoughtfully, before his Mom called us downstairs for dinner.

* * *

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	Chapter 2

Lenny’s Mom is a fox.

I know I shouldn’t say that—I’ve known her my whole life, she’s been like a second Mom to me, blah blah blah, but…yeah. It wasn’t hard to see where Evie had gotten her looks from.

You know that old song? Some kids from our school had found it on Youtube and sang it with different lyrics—Lenny’s Mom has got it going on.

I’d been supportive as he griped about it, of course, but like…they weren’t wrong. Her skin was darker than Evie’s—Lenny’s Dad had been white, before he disappeared—and she had bigger tits than her daughter. I guess she’d had more time to grow ’em.

Big tits wouldn’t have been enough to draw the attention of the kids at school, of course, except that she had no issue with showing them off. You know the bikini Stacy’s Mom wears in the video? (Yeah, I’d watched it. My parents installed a pornblocker—one of the good ones, too. I knew how to get around it, but as often as not I’d just Youtube a hot music video to get off to.)

Well, Lenny’s Mom owned a bikini like that. And wore it. Not like, around the house every day or whatever, but she wasn’t exactly shy about her figure. I’d seen her in that thing at the pool, at the beach…Lenny’s house had a hot-tub, and one time she’d worn it in that with me and Lenny and Evie.

That’s what had started the teasing. A bunch of kids had seen Lenny’s Mom wearing the bikini at the beach. The next day at school, the singing had started, and five years later, it still hadn’t let up.

Lenny hated it, of course. His Mom would just roll her eyes when he complained, tell him not to be ridiculous. I thought Indian women were meant to be modest or whatever, but I guess Lenny’s Mom was different.

Not that I was complaining.

And it wasn’t just the bikini. All of Lenny’s Mom’s outfits seemed to higlight her body. She sometimes wore a dress to work, and they’d always show off her legs and her cleavage. Even when she was just hanging around the house she’d wear, like, tight jeans and something that displayed her midriff.

Evie was similar, but…like, Lenny’s Mom seriously just didn’t seem to care. She wore what she liked, and showed no signs of caring about her effect on other people (like me). But when Evie showed skin it was…it was almost like she was _weaponizing_ it.

She’d watch whenever my eyes were drawn to her legs, her exposed belly, her tits. God, her tits. How could they both be _smaller_ and _hotter_ than Lenny’s Mom’s?

And when Evie caught me looking, she’d smirk.

She never tattled, though she definitely could have. No, she just smirked, knowing the power she had over me. Knowing that she’d won, that even though I hated her, I still wanted her.

God I hated her.

God I wanted her.

Karl and I wolfed down the curry his Mom had made, exchanging barbs with Evie, then raced back upstairs as soon as we could. For the next few half-hour, we scoured the web.

The first thing that struck us was how little information there was online about the Wand. Obviously the company wasn’t going to freely release their tech specs, but even professionals trying to figure out how it worked had been stumped.

Ken Ubani was sort of like Nikola Tesla—capable of doing amazing stuff which, even once you saw it being done, you couldn’t replicate.

A few other people had worked out the same thing that we had, that the Wand could somehow tell when you were pointing it at yourself.

I’m not claiming to be a brain scientist or anything—after high school, my plan is to become a programmer—but that seemed like pretty advanced technology to me. It was frankly incredible that they’d managed to sell these things for $299 each.

But nobody knew how it worked.

“Okay,” I finally said. “So maybe it can…I dunno, read your thoughts?”

Lenny started to laugh at the suggestion, but he paused mid-scoff.

“Fuck,” he eventually said. “Maybe…”

He had that look in his eye, but he didn’t say anything—he just picked up the Wand and held it to his head. To my surprise, his face went slack, and I recognized the signs of the fifteen-second relaxation.

But he hadn’t pressed the button.

When he came to, Lenny was beaming, his excitement only slightly tempered by the fifteen minutes of calm he’d just experienced.

“It worked!” he exclaimed, and I couldn’t help but smile back at him. His grin was infectious.

“What’d you think at it?”

“Activate,” he said. “And it did. Without me even doing anything.”

The next ten minutes felt like ten years, as we waited for the Wand’s painfully-slow refractory period to complete. Finally, it was done, and we looked at each other.

Neither of us had explicitly stated the next thing to try, but we both knew what it was.

“Do you want to…?” he asked, and I shook my head.

“It was your idea,” I said.

“You’re the one who worked out it could read thoughts,” he countered.

“Just do it,” I replied, rolling my eyes.

“Fine.”

Lenny held the device to his head. His hand twitched, subtly moving in the sequence we’d both memorized so many years ago.

Right, right, right, right, left, up, left up down, left, left, up

My mouth fell open as the illumination around the button changed color.

It was normally green, for ‘ready’. After you pressed the button, it would change to orange—‘waiting’, I guess. If it ever went ‘red’, it was like the Xbox’s red ring of death—it meant something had gone wrong, and it wasn’t safe to use. That was pretty rare, and only happened if you like, dropped it off a cliff, or brought it next to a magnet.

But as Lenny finished thinking the Ubani code at the wand, the illumation changed to blue.

I hadn’t even known it _could_ change to blue.

“What the eff,” I said in awe.

“Whoa,” he said.

We stared at the button, not sure how to proceed…when, to our surprise, it turned back to green.

“Crap!” I exclaimed. “Turn it back!”

“You try it,” Lenny said, pointing the Wand at my head.

I closed my eyes, and tried to ‘think’ the directions at the Wand—right, right, right, right, left, up, left up down, left, left, up. Sure enough, when I opened my eyes again, it was blue.

“What now?” Lenny said. “We could…—”

“…three, four, five, six, seven,” I interrupted. “Eight, nine, then, eleven, twelve…”

As I hit twelve, the button changed back to green.

“Twelve seconds,” Lenny said with a nod. “You want to try it again?”

“Do it,” I said, and Lenny held the Wand up to his head. A few seconds later, the light was once again blue.

We stared at each other, knowing we only had twelve seconds to decide.

“Should we…”

“I’ll do it,” I said.

In response to Lenny’s nod, I placed the Wand against my head, and pressed the blue-bordered button.

For the next fifteen minutes, I entered the familiar state of great calm as the world slowed down around me. But it was…different to last time. Last time, my attention had been entirely focused on myself—my thoughts, my body, my state.

This time, I was aware of _everything_.

Lenny had a clock on the wall. Like, an analog clock. I knew it was there, of course, but I don’t think I’d ever _noticed_ it before.

The few times I’d been Wanded, I’d completely lost track of time. This time, Lenny’s clock wouldn’t allow me—every time it _ticked_ , my entire body was aware of it—the long, slow sound of that tick was all I could think about. Then it passed, and my senses kept on exploring the room, itching to find something to latch onto.

Fifteen long, loud TICKS later, I was awake, and Lenny was looking at me anxiously.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I replied. I was. There were no noticeable side-effects from the blue state of the Wand. I still felt just as relaxed, despite the antsy feeling of expectation I’d had while I was under.

“What was it like?”

“It was…weird. Different.”

“But you’re alright?”

“Of course,” I nodded. “Totally fine.”

As we waited for the Wand to be ready again, I told him how it had felt, exactly how it differed from a normal use of the Wand, and we discussed a few theories. We’d worked out how to apply the Ubani code—now we just had to work out what it _did_.

In his games, Ken Ubani had always made the codes do something different but game-breakingly powerful. And more than that— _fun_. It wasn’t just God mode; it was something that made you play the game in a different way, while being stronger than everyone else. In the Pakki Pakki series, it gave you access to the rocket’s flight, or the submarine’s swimming, even in levels with no vehicles.

In Gunslinger Island, the Ubani code made your bullets _bounce_ , allowing for trick shots around corners (and almost-guaranteed kills in close quarters). In Doctor Bolthead: Cyborg Island, it had let you swap heads with the cyborgs even when you weren’t near a workshop. And in Headmatch X (which—despite the title—was the first in the series) it had simply allowed you to duel-wield the gravity gun and the teleporter.

Lenny and I had a running bet as to whether they’d include the Ubani code in the second Headmatch game, even though it had started development after Ken Ubani’s disappearance. He said they wouldn’t dare, and I said they wouldn’t dare omitting it. Either way, we were looking forward to trying to work out where it was hidden—not knowing whether or not it would be included at _all_ was sort of exciting.

While we were chatting, we were also messing around the Wand, trying stuff out. Lenny had held it to his head and thought ‘Activate’, ‘Unlock’, ‘Recharge’…no luck. The light had stayed orange, no matter what we did.

Finally, it was ready to go, and Lenny insisted on seeing what it felt like. I thought the Ubani code at the device, and as soon as the light turned blue, handed it Lenny. He held it to his head, his face went slack, the light went orange, and a thought struck me.

While I’d been under, I’d been so _aware_. Everything had seemed so important. And Ken Ubani had clearly unlocked something—the ability to _manipulate brainwaves_? Not to mention what the Wand could apparently _read_ them too.

The unignorable ticking of the clock told me when there were only a few seconds left, and I was unable to resist. Just as Lenny was about to wake up, I leaned forward and said it:

“Your favourite color is pink.”

A confused look appeared on Lenny’s face as soon as he awoke.

“How was it?” I asked. He answered me slowly.

“Interesting,” he said. “Exactly like you described it.”

He glanced at his clock.

“I never noticed how loud that thing is.”

“Yeah,” I laughed. “Maybe don’t pack it when you go. You’ll never be able to sleep again.”

He chuckled. “I dunno; I don’t mind it so much.”

I could see what he was saying. It was so rhythmic, it was almost comforting. Tick, tick, tick, tick.

“Did you hear what I said while you were under?” I asked.

“Oh yeah,” Lenny answered, a slight frown appearing on his face. “I totally forgot you’d said anything until you mentioned it.”

“That’s odd.”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “‘Your favorite color is pink,’ right? What a weird thing to say.”

He wasn’t wrong. “I was just testing something out.”

“What?”

“Well, I wanted to see if it would…y’know. Change your favorite color.”

Lenny crinkled his nose.

“So then why would you choose _pink_?”

“I dunno. I thought it would be funny.”

“I guess,” Lenny said, scratching his head. “It just would’ve been funnier if you’d picked another color.”

“What?”

Now I was confused.

“Like, pink’s always been my favorite color,” Lenny replied. “It would have been funnier if you’d picked black, or blue. Something I don’t like.”

My eyes widened. I stared at Lenny he shifted uncomfortably from my gaze. “What??”

“Are you messing with me?”

“No,” he replied immediately. “Are _you_ messing with _me_?”

“No! What’s your favourite color?”

“Pink.”

“For real?”

“Yeah,” he said, looking at me like I was an idiot. “You know that. It always has been.”

This probably won’t surprise you, but Lenny—a healthy, American male—has never really been a huge fan of pink.

My eyes widened. It had worked.

The Ubani code worked.

For a moment, I wasn’t sure how to continue. Lenny clearly hadn’t worked out what the Wand had done, what it was capable of. But he was an intelligent guy—smarter than me, for sure. It wouldn’t be long before he caught up.

Besides, he was my best friend. I’d just made one of the most important discoveries in the history of the world—I didn’t want to, like, lock Lenny out of it. We did everything together; we always had, we always would.

“…then why,” I asked slowly, “isn’t anything in your room pink?”

Lenny looked around, and a worried expression appeared on his face.

“Huh…” he mused, then looked at the Wand, then looked at me. “Oh! Oh, _shit_.”

“ _Right?_ ” I said excitedly.

The Ubani code turned the Wand into more than just a relaxation tool.

Lenny was holding the world’s first bonafide mind-control machine.

“Oh, _shit,_ ” Lenny repeated, his eyes wide. “Holy crap.”

“Right??”

“Dude, we can…we can…”

Lenny trailed off as his mind presumably exploded with all the possibilities in front of us. The world was our oyster.

We could make _everyone’s_ favourite color pink.

I laughed at my own stupid thought, and Lenny—just out of pure excitement, I guess—joined in.

A minute later, we were wiping tears out of our eyes, gleefully picturing the world of opportunity in front of us, when a sobering thought struck me.

“Oh, shit,” I said. “Lenny…”

“What?”

“Ken Ubani.”

Lenny’s eyes widened as he realized what I was saying. Like I said, he’s the smartest guy I knew.

“I told you he was disappeared!” he replied, and I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. We just…we have to be careful, okay?”

“Of course,” he nodded, his eyes gleaming as he looked at the Wand in his hand. “But…who do we use it on first?”

“Follow me,” I said with a grin. “I know exactly how we should start.”

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	Chapter 3

“Hey boys,” Lenny’s Mom said. She was packing up clothes as we entered her room—I couldn’t help but glance at what she was folding, hoping to see a sexy nightgown or some lingerie.

She was wearing a classic ‘around the house’ kind of dress, which did nothing to hide her curves. Even if I hadn’t been standing above her as she sat on the floor, I would have gotten an eyeful of cleavage. Her legs were tucked under her, but earlier at dinner, they’d been on display.

Her cooking was great, but the view was better. And if that was what she was _showing_ , I couldn’t imagine what was beneath the dress.

No luck, alas. She was folding T-shirts, jeans, pants. Nothing exciting.

“Hey Mom,” Lenny said. “We just wanted to know if we could have a sleepover.”

We got a grin in response.

“A slumber party? Aren’t you a little old for that?”

“Yeah,” Lenny said with a smile. “But, y’know. Just the two of us. It’s the last time we’ll get a chance to for a while.”

His mother’s grin faded, and she nodded solemnly.

“Of course,” she said. “I know this must be hard for you two, having to say goodbye.”

Lenny shrugged awkwardly in response. “A little,” he said. “Oh hey, is this yours?”

I tried not to roll my eyes at the clumsy segue as my best friend held out the Wand. His Mom narrowed her eyes.

“I could have sworn I already packed that,” she said, reaching her hand out.

“Can I see how it works?” I said, following the script we’d briefly discussed. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen one.”

“I showed you when we first got it,” Lenny’s Mom replied. Damn it. We’d been relying on her forgetting. Evie got her Mom’s body, and Lenny definitely got her brains. “…but sure. It really is a magnificent piece of technology.”

“I’ll show you,” Lenny said. I loved him, but he wasn’t going to win any prizes for acting. Holding it to his head, I saw his fingers twitching as he mentally recited the Ubani code. I shifted my attention to his Mom, who didn’t seem to notice anything was amiss.

“That’s weird,” he said, hiding the blue light from his mother with his hand. “It doesn’t seem to be working.”

“Pass it here,” Lenny’s mother replied, without a trace of suspicion in her voice. She held it to her head, and—exactly as we’d hoped—pressed the button.

Lenny and I looked at each other as his Mom’s face went slack. We’d agreed on exactly what to say, but not on who should say it.

As the seconds ticked down, Lenny spoke up. “You don’t want to move any more,” he said. “You want to stay here. You don’t want to move to a new plant.”

“And you’ll use the Wand any time we tell you to,” I added. We hadn’t discussed it, but it had just occurred to me that we couldn’t rely on tricking Lenny’s Mom every time we wanted to use the Wand on her. “You won’t find it weird or suspicious at all.”

Lenny shot me a look, but before we could get into it, his Mom woke up.

“Wow,” she said with a smile. “It’s definitely working.”

“That’s great,” I replied. “It seems really cool.”

“Yeah,” she said with a stretch. “I’ll happily use it any time you tell me to.”

I couldn’t stop a triumphant grin from appearing on my face as Lenny’s mother repeated my command. Her son’s mouth was twisted as he looked at her uneasily.

“I don’t want to move,” he prompted, and a strange look appeared on her face.

“Me neither,” she replied with a sigh. “I want to stay here.”

A grin appeared on Lenny’s face to match mine.

“So let’s not move,” he said. “Let’s stay here.”

“Yeah,” his mother replied, like the idea had never occurred to her. “Yes! I don’t want to move. I want to stay here!”

“You don’t want to move to a new plant,” I prompted, and Lenny’s Mom nodded.

“I don’t want to move to a new plant. Let’s just stay here!”

“For real?” Lenny asked, his eyes practically falling out of his face.

“For real,” she responded, grinning at the informal language. “I’m going to call my old job in the morning—they were begging me to stay. I don’t want to move—it’s not worth it!”

“Yeah!” Lenny said, a look of pure elation on his face.

“I’ll tell your sister. You two head back to Lenny’s room and start unpacking.”

“Yes, Mrs Khatri,” I said, my heart racing.

Holy crap. It had worked!

Back in Lenny’s room, he gave me a high-five. We closed the door and began unpacking his boxes, discussing our plans for the Wand. The world was our oyster—we could get any job we wanted, huge cash donations from billionaires.

We could do _anything_.

“But we need to be careful,” Lenny reminded me. “Someone obviously worked out what Ken Ubani was capable of—if they discover what we’re capable of, they’ll come and disappear us too.”

“And we need to learn how it works,” I said thoughtfully. “Like, what if you give someone two conflicting commands? Maybe they’ll HAL-9000 on us.”

“Yeah,” Lenny nodded. “We should go slow with this one.”

“Of course,” I nodded.

For the next hour or so we unpacked the last of Lenny’s stuff, then played a video game to wind down. As we played, we’d occasionally throw out an idea for how to proceed, a test we could try out.

Finally, we went to bed. Lenny’s a heavy sleeper, and it wasn’t long before I heard the sound of his snoring.

After waiting a few minutes, I slipped out of bed, grabbed the Wand, and headed down the corridor to Evie’s bedroom.

* * *

“What the _fuck_ are you doing here?” Evie snarled, as I lightly knocked on the door.

God, even the clothes she slept in were sexy. She was wearing a grey tank top and matching gym shorts. Evie wasn’t chubby, nor was she thin. Her tits pushed out the front of her top, showing expansive brown cleavage, and her legs seemed to go on for days.

“It’s stupid,” I said.

“I’m not fucking surprised it’s stupid. It’s two in the morning. Piss off!”

Evie went to close the door, but I held up the Wand. “Wait!”

“What!?”

I’d once told my Mom about how much of a jerk Evie always was. She’d grinned, and told me that she probably just liked me, and didn’t know how else to show it.

Believe me, _that_ was an idea I’d never let go of. It would explain the way she always teased me, for one.

But other than that, I’d never been able to find any other evidence for the idea. Nope—I was pretty sure that Evie was just a bitch, and I was one of the closest people she could take that out on.

“I made a bet with Lenny,” I said quickly.

The idea had gotten into my head the moment I’d seen Lenny’s Mom enthusiastically repeat my command, and I couldn’t get it out of my head.

I mean, look, I was a teenage boy. You give a teenage boy a Wand of infinite power, what do you expect?

“So?”

“So if you help me win it, I’ll give you half the cash.”

Evie paused. There were only three things she loved in life—being a bitch, showing off her body…and money.

Lenny and I had once offered her twenty dollars to be nice to us for the next three hours. To our surprise, she’d accepted.

To our even _greater_ surprise, she’d followed through. It had been so weird, like being plopped into a parallel dimension where Lenny’s sister _wasn’t_ a massive cunt.

Then, the very moment the three hours passed, she’d unplugged the Playstation, right as we were about to finish a level.

My blood still boiled thinking about it.

“What’s the bet?”

I gestured to the Wand in my hand. “Lenny bet I couldn’t get you to use this.”

Her forehead crinkled. “Why?”

“He said you’d never do anything I asked, even if it was good for you. Even if you were excited you didn’t have to move. I said you would.”

Evie’s eyes narrowed. “What, you were defending me?”

“No,” I said. “I just knew that you’d help me out if I offered you half the money.”

“Checks out,” she said thoughtfully. “How much is the bet?”

“Thirty bucks.”

“I want twenty.”

“Done.”

She nodded. “I’ll tell him in the morning,” she said, and started to close the door.

My eyes widened. “Wait!”

“What?”

“The Wand tracks who’s used it,” I quickly lied. Evie, unlike her mother and brother, had absolutely zero interest in technology. I was confident she’d have no idea how it worked, beyond the basics.

“So program it to say I used it,” she sighed. “ _Nerd._ ”

“It doesn’t work like that. You have to actually use it.” Evie gave me a suspicious look—I apparently hadn’t been able to keep a tinge of desperation from appearing in my voice.

“No,” she said flatly. “You’ve probably messed with it, and it’ll give me an electric shock or whatever.”

“Please?” I asked. “You can have twenty-five bucks. I really don’t want to lose this bet.”

Evie’s suspicous expression faded, and a smug grin appeared on her face. “It’s for more than thirty bucks, isn’t it?”

My eyes widened, and I tried to look guilty. “…yeah.” I said. “You got me. It’s fifty.”

“Don’t bullshit a bullshitter,” Evie said, grabbing the Wand out of my hand and moving it to her head. “For that, I’m taking forty.”

“Wait!” I cried again. “Let me make sure it’s recording users.”

To my great relief, Evie handed the Wand back, even as she continued to crow about how clever she was. “I can’t believe you were going to make thirty bucks off me. What do you think I am, stupid?”

I pretended to fiddle with the controls, then moved the Wand to my head and Ubani coded as quickly as I could. To my relief, the button turned blue immediately.

“Go for it,” I said, and grinned as Evie pressed the button and her face went slack.

“You will use the Wand whenever I tell you to,” I said quickly. “You will never behave any differently when other people are around. But whenever it’s just you and me, you will immediately become my submissive, obedient Indian sex slave, getting off by following my every command.”

I wanted to say more, but I wasn’t sure what happened if you kept talking past the end of the fifteen seconds. I hadn’t been lying when I told Lenny that there was a lot we didn’t know about how this worked, and I agreed with him that we _should_ have taken it slow.

But as Evie dropped to her knees with a look of powerful lust on her face, I knew that my gamble was worth the risk.

“Please, Master,” she said in a thick Indian accent—totally unlike her normal, American voice. “How can your slave serve you?”

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	Chapter 4

My mouth fell open at the sight of Lenny’s sister Evie on her knees in front of me, her eyes staring at me pleadingly.

Despite what I’d already seen the Wand do—reverse Lenny’s mother’s position on moving, convince Lenny that his favorite color was (and always had been) pink—a part of me was still worried that this wasn’t real. Evie was a grade-A bitch, and I’d seen her go to some pretty drastic extremes to humiliate or embarrass me and her brother.

One time, she’d pretended she’d gotten a tattoo, ‘accidentally’ let us see it, and sworn us to secrecy, knowing that Lenny’s Mom would freak out at the sight of it. She’d even gone so far as to briefly let us ‘blackmail’ her, doing Lenny’s chores for half a day before quitting in a huff, claiming she knew we wouldn’t tattle on her.

As you can probably guess, we told Lenny’s Mom…and there was no tattoo. Lenny was grounded and we got a lecture about lying; all the while Evie stood there, smirking at our humiliation.

For that half-day, my mind had been ablaze with what I could blackmail her into doing.

Now, if the Ubani code had worked…I could do it all.

I could do _anything_.

But only if she wasn’t playing me again.

I stepped into Evie’s bedroom, closing the door behind us. She was still on her knees, looking at me adoringly, awaiting my command.

“Tell me what a slut you are,” I ordered.

“Your slave is such a slut,” Evie purred, sounding exactly like her mother. I’d never consciously noticed it before—Lenny and Evie had American accents, their Mom had a thick Indian accent. When you grow up around someone with an accent, it’s just not a big deal, y’know? “Your slave craves your cock, Master. Your slave hungers for it.”

My cock was hard as a rod, but I had to know that this was for real. I had to make Evie do something she’d never normally do, not even as a prank.

“Strip naked for me, slut,” I stammered. I’d spent years imagining talking to Evie like this, but it was different when it was real, y’know?

To my delight, she obeyed without hesitation, peeling off her grey top, revealing the huge tits that I’d lusted after for so long. As they fell into view, I groaned with lust—Evie’s eyes fluttered at the sound, but she didn’t let it distract her from her mission.

Standing up (bringing those glorious tits closer to my face, if just for a moment) she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the gym shorts she slept in, and slowly lowered them. I goggled at the sight of her pussy coming into view—apparently Evie didn’t wear underwear to bed, just like her brother (don’t ask me how I know that).

Before I could say a word, she was back on her knees, breathing heavily as she looked up at me expectantly.

In that moment, I could have died happy. Evie’s breasts rose and fell with her breath, and she bit her lip at the sight of pure lust that I must have had on my face.

Either the Ubani code had worked, or Evie was going to ridiculous extremes to convince me that it did.

My eyes lit up as I worked out a final test. Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I opened the camera. Evie didn’t move as I positioned it above her; she just shifted her gaze from my eyes to the lens on the back of my smartphone, her brown eyes widening lustfully for the photo.

Click.

As the artificial shutter sound emitted from my phone, I was convinced. Evie would have done a lot to convince me she was my obedient sex slave, but she would _never_ have let me take a dirty photo.

And she definitely wouldn’t have gasped with arousal at the sound of the photo being taken.

“On your bed,” I said, my mouth dry.

This was happening. It was really happening.

The girl I’d lusted after since I hit puberty was naked, obeying my every order, desperate to get me off.

I was going to have sex.

I was going to have sex with Lenny’s sister.

For a moment, I wondered if I should feel bad. Like, Lenny hated his sister as much as I did, but…she was his sister. I didn’t have a sister, but I was pretty sure that if I did, I wouldn’t want Lenny doing to her what I was about to do to Evie.

Of course, he couldn’t be upset if he never found out…

“Does your door lock?” I asked, and Evie nodded. “Lock it.”

I groaned at the sight of Evie’s plump Indian ass making its way across the room. She looked behind herself at the sound of my lust, and with a grin, bent over to lock the door. Completely unnecessarily—she could reach the lock while standing up—but hot damn. What a show.

She practically ran back to bed, plopping down beside me. I could smell her arousal, a tangy scent that was quickly filling the room.

I felt like Charlie in the chocolate factory, not sure what to do first. I was confident that Evie would do whatever I wanted, but…what did I want? I’d never so much as kissed a girl; that made sense as a good place to start. But I didn’t want to be in here all night—the longer we took, the longer we were Evie’s room alone, the greater the chance that Lenny would wake up and suspect something.

“Suck my cock,” I finally gasped, and I swear, it looked like Evie’s entire body lit up. I glanced at the Wand, laying beside the door, and mentally thanked it for what it had done so far.

What it was about to do.

Evie’s hands tenderly, adoringly lowered unzipped my jeans, lowering my underwear and allowing my hard cock to spring into view. She was literally drooling as she opened her mouth, extended her tongue, and slowly licked the shaft of my erect penis.

“God,” she said, her Indian accent never slipping for a moment. “It’s so _big_.”

I raised one eyebrow. “I thought you said it was tiny?”

Evie blushed. “Yes, Master. Your slave said that to humiliate you. Your slave begs your forgiveness.”

“Wait,” I replied, narrowing my eyes. “So…it’s not small?”

Evie shook her head.

“Master’s cock is huge. Master’s cock is glorious. Master’s cock is…”

I held up one hand, and my best friend’s sister fell silent.

“You’re not lying to me, are you? To make me feel better?”

Despite the power of the Wand, I couldn’t shake my suspicion of Evie. People never change, not really. She might have been acting like my naked, sex-starved slave, desperate to get me off…but I still didn’t trust her.

“No, Master,” she said, her dark eyes burning into mine. “Your slave would never do that.”

I stared at her, my suspicious look disappearing as she tongued the tip of my hardness once more.

“This is how far into slave’s mouth most cocks go,” she purred, before wrapping her lips around the top half of my erection.

“Mmm…” I moaned involuntarily, enjoying the sight of Evie’s eyes fluttering as I did.

Her mouth felt gooood.

“Slave can barely take all of Master’s cock,” she said in a low whisper, before proving her point and trying to deepthroat my erection.

I was practically seeing stars at the sound of my best friend’s sister, the girl I’d lusted after for years, choking and gagging on my cock. Combined with the sight of her naked body as she enthusiastically sucked me off, and the feeling of her tongue, her lips, her wet, warm mouth…

Barely a few seconds after she’d complimented the size of my cock, I was thrusting forward, my erection pulsing in orgasm as I came down Evie’s throat.

She swallowed it, her eyes rolling back in her head with pleasure. I hadn’t even noticed her slip one hand between her legs as she went down on me.

When my cock finished twitching, Evie rolled over and spread her legs.

“Fuck your slave, Master,” she groaned. “Your slave begs of you…”

My mouth fell open at the crude words coming out of my best friend’s sister’s mouth. I hadn’t expected to go off so quickly, but Evie didn’t seem to mind—if anything, it had just stoked her fire.

I glanced at the clock in Evie’s room. Just like Lenny, she had a big analog clock on the wall—I’d been aware of its ticking the moment I’d entered the room. Tick, tick, tick, tick.

Lenny probably wouldn’t wake up in the time it took me to fuck his sister. To cum inside her.

“Okay,” I croaked, and it was like I had lit a fire inside Evie—her face was almost immediately in my crotch again, licking my cock, coaxing it back to hardness.

When I was throbbing, ready once more for action, she lay back, staring at me with need in her eyes.

“Is Master ready?” she asked gently, and I nodded. “Fuck your slave, Master. Please…”

I clumsily made my away atop Evie’s waiting, naked body. She reached down and guided my latex-clad cock into her wet and waiting pussy.

A loud groan left my mouth—Evie’s tongue had felt amazing, but slipping my erect penis inside her wetness felt…god, it felt heavenly. It felt like my cock was where it belonged, like it was doing what it had been put on this earth to do.

From an evolutionary point of view, I suppose it was.

The sound of my pleasure caused a shudder to go through Evie’s body—her tits were mashed against my chest (I was starting to regret still wearing my pajamas—it would have been amazing to feel her skin against my skin. Still, there was always next time.)

My eyes widened as I completely entered Lenny’s sister—my entire rod was sheathed.

“Fuck…” I moaned, and Evie nodded.

“Fuck your slave,” she panted. “Please please please _please_.”

A smile crept across my face as I realized I was really doing it—I was doing what I’d dreamed of for so, so long. Slowly pulling out of Evie’s snatch, I watched her face contort with pleasure.

Then, without warning, I slammed my entire rod back inside her.

“Oh GOD,” she cried, her hips bucking to meet mine. I could feel her wet pussy spasming around my cock.

“You like that?” I asked, half-mockingly, half because I really wanted to know.

“ _Yes_ , Master” she moaned in response. I grinned.

“Me too, slut,” I said, pulling back and slamming into her again and again and again.

Pride welled up inside me as I watched Evie lose the ability to speak—she began huffing and groaning, and wriggling like every inch of her was covered with ants. Her wetness continued to twitch around my cock—if I hadn’t cum a few minutes ago, I knew I would have blown my load already, but my earlier orgasm had given me the ability to enjoy the sensation of what we were doing.

For the next five minutes (the persistent tick, tick, tick of the clock allowed me to effortlessly keep track of the time without looking) I fucked Evie as hard as I could. Finally, just as I was starting to get completely out of breath, I stopped holding back.

“I’m cumming,” I gasped, and Evie’s eyes opened.

“Oh goddddd…” she moaned, as I thrust forward, burying myself inside her wet cunt, and filling her with my seed.

We lay there for another minute or two, breathing heavily, staring into each other’s eyes, my body atop Evie’s. Finally, when my energy returned, I rolled over, extracting my cock from between Evie’s legs as I did.

“That was amazing,” I panted. Evie nodded enthusiastically. “Good girl,” I said, enjoying the way she shivered with pleasure at the compliment.

I tucked my cum-speckled penis back into my pants, and stood up. For a moment, I was tempted to pull out my phone and take some more pictures of Lenny’s naked sister, but I figured there was no point—not when I could see her like this any time we were alone.

_Every_ time we were alone.

I shook off the impulse, and picked up the Wand.

“Good night,” I said, smiling at the memory of fucking Evie into a puddle.

“Good night, Master,” she said, her eyes wide. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” I grinned, unlocking Evie’s door and slipping through it.

When I returned to Lenny’s room, he was still snoring away, thank god. Now that I’d cum (twice!) my mind was much clearer, and I realized how much what I’d done to his sister might upset him.

Of course, maybe it wouldn’t. Maybe he’d get it. He hated his sister as much as I did. As much as I _had_.

And he was a teenage guy. He’d get it, right?

I was still trying to decide when I drifted off to sleep.

* * *

I was awoken the next morning by a grinning Lenny.

“Whassup?” I groaned. I’ve never been a morning person.

“I let you sleep as long as I could,” he said, keen as a bean. “I’ve got a plan!”

“Plan?”

The previous day’s events quickly came flooding back—the Wand. Pink. Lenny’s Mom.

Lenny’s sister.

My eyes widened at the memory of what I’d done with Evie after Lenny had gone to sleep.

My cock thickened as I realized I could do it again. And again and again and again…any time we were alone.

“What’s the plan?” I asked groggily.

Lenny opened his iPad. It looked like the scrawlings of a madman at first, but as he talked me through everything, I realized that he really had been thinking about this.

“When did you wake up?”

“About two hours ago,” he said, before launching back into the explanation of his diagram.

I had to admit, he’d thought this one through. He’d worked out that since his mother had already agreed to using the Wand, she was the best person to practice on…but since we didn’t know the potential risks, he didn’t want to do anything that could potentially damage her.

“Hold up,” I’d asked. “How do we test things without there being any risks?”

Lenny nodded. “We don’t give her any contradictory orders. We already know that you can change someone’s tastes and their memories…”—he gestured to the pink background he’d used on his diagram—“…and change their mind about a decision they’ve already made.”

_And that you can change someone’s entire personality,_ I thought to myself. _Turn them into your willing sex-slave._

My hard cock reminded me that Evie was only a few rooms away, and that I could have her any time I wanted.

“…so we’ll keep testing stuff out on Mom that falls within those guidelines.”

“But what about other stuff?” I asked. “We want to see what else you can do with the Wand, right?”

“Uh huh,” Lenny said, gesturing to the second half of the diagram. “That’s where Julia comes in.”

My eyes widened.

Julia was one of Evie’s best friends. She was just as much of a bitch as Evie was, but not as hot.

At least, that was my take on her. Lenny had always been absolutely loopy for her—he’d never said anything, of course, but I could tell by the way he looked at her. We’d curse her out for being the absolute worst, but his eyes would fog up when he talked about her.

Fuck. I suddenly realized that was probably how I looked when I was talking about Evie.

Hopefully Lenny had never noticed.

I was suddenly hit with an image of Julia and Evie both kneeling in front of me, staring at me with a look of lust on their faces…

“How are we going to get her to use the Wand?” I asked, trying to distract myself from the thought.

“I thought we could pretend to have made a bet,” he said, and I couldn’t help myself from laughing. “What??”

“Nothing,” I chuckled. “I was just thinking the exact same thing.”

“Great minds,” we both said at once, and burst into laughter.

Lenny turned to the Wand, once our giggles had dispersed. “I can’t believe this is real,” he said.

“I know. It’s like something from a sci-fi novel.”

“What do you think happened to Ubani?”

I raised one eyebrow. “Aside from the island?”

“Seriously,” he pushed. “Like. How do you think they caught him.”

“I guess he was stupid about it,” I said, after a moment’s thought.

“Ken Ubani? Stupid?”

I shrugged uncomfortably, remembering the previous night. “Even geniuses can be idiots sometimes. We…we’d better be careful.”

“For sure.”

* * *

“Okay, you twerps,” Julia gloated, holding the Wand to her head. She wasn’t quite as busty as Lenny’s sister, but she was just as hot. Her tits were probably B-cups, and she had these long, smooth legs that she loved to show off. She was showing them off now, wearing a set of short shorts that Lenny was struggling to stop himself from glancing down at.

The Wand’s light was blue, and I was staring at it so intensely that I was worried she’d know something was up.

“But I want forty dollars. I can’t believe you thought you were going to rip me off.”

She laughed, completely unaware of the nervous energy we were eminating. My leg was jiggling as I mentally counted.

_Nine, ten, eleven…_

Her triumphant speech had been longer than Evie’s. Time was running out.

Before I reached twelve, Julia pressed the button. Her finger was covering the switch, so I couldn’t see if the light was still blue or not.

Lenny and I turned to each other, and I nodded. This time, we’d rehearsed.

“You will use the Wand whenever we tell you to,” I said quickly.

“You will never behave any differently when other people are around,” Lenny added.

“But when it’s just the three of us, when we’re alone, you will obey our every command.”

“You will never betray us. You will love doing what we say, and make sure that no one ever hurts us.”

There was no clock in the hallway to Julia’s house, so we didn’t know exactly how long she’d been under, but a few seconds later, her hazy look went away and her face came back to life.

“Damn,” she said. “That’s hella relaxing.”

Her eyebrow furrowed as she saw us standing and looking at her expectantly.

“…what were you two saying to me?”

“Nothing,” I yelped instinctively.

Crap. Lenny hadn’t remembered the commands without prompting, nor had his Mom.

_Or his sister._

Maybe it was a biological thing? Maybe it worked differently on non-Indian people, for some reason?

Lenny was right. We really _did_ need to test this out more before we started using it on more people.

“Julia,” Lenny said, his voice cracking. He’d clearly decided to continue the test, following the script we’d practiced on the way over. “Can I have a kiss?”

Julia’s eyes narrowed. She leaned forward, and for just a second, I thought it had worked.

_CRACK._

But then her hand swung out, striking Lenny in the face.

“Pervert,” she spat. “As if anyone would ever kiss a skinny loser like you. Next time I see you, you’d better have my money, okay?”

With that, she slammed the door, leaving Lenny and I staring at each other.

Shit.

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