Girls On Film

Jean and Wanda - Setting the Record Straight

Sitting at the table in the hotel room with takeaway lunch before them, Peter didn't know what to make of this all. He sat across two very powerful women whose abilities far exceeded his own, and they both seemed to have in mind things that he couldn't quite read. "MJ and Gwen both kind of decided they wanted to share me before I ever had sex with either of them. So, I don't know if this is what getting caught is like."

"Why would this be like getting caught?" Jean asked. She had showered after the gangbang and looked all cleaned up and radiant now, smiling bright as she sat in wait for what was to come, for the grandiose insanity awaiting them. She was radiant, cleaned up, looking great and with a weight lifted off of her shoulders. Scott was all but dumped, and Jean could not have been happier with the trajectory of her life moving forward. She looked like a changed woman, and her glow was remarkable.

Wanda nodded in agreement. "Did you do something to us that we should be made about?"

"You're both smiling," he said. "And I'm not totally sure why. I'm just not used to having a blowjob in a hotel room and then being told that we should call over someone else who blew me in my apartment so we can get coffee and 'talk'. I think I'm right to be worried about where this is going." He looked at them both, watched their amusement swell. "I also don't like being the only one who's not smiling, I'm the wise-ass who cracks jokes like a really sad clown, at least cut me in on what you're up to."

Wanda looked over to Jean curiously. "What have you glanced into my mind for?" she asked.

"Everything," Jean said, placing her coffee cup down. "And it is exactly as I hoped it would be. I'll take the lead here, if you don't mind."

"Go on, I'm intrigued," Wanda said, shifting her posture to look more directly at Jean as much as at Peter, while Peter hung in uncertain and curious wonder, not sure what he was stumbling in on now.

Peter was still utterly baffled as to what was going on here and what to think about it, sitting in wait, curious, frustrated. "You guys are masters of suspense," he teased. Falling back on snarky jokes was as good a signal as any that he didn't feel he had a good balance here at all, sitting, waiting, hoping this was leading somewhere and he could come back around on understanding it all. But it was much easier said than done.

"I want to go into business with you," Jean said. "I called you not just to help me send Scott off with as blatant and catastrophic a 'fuck you' as I could orchestrate. But I've also left the school, left behind a lot of my life, and I do need something to fill that void. I should have expected I was not the only one; once I peeked into your mind, I saw your time with Wanda, and she left you hanging on explaining her part. The tease." Her eyes flashed over to Wanda, whose smile only grew.

"I had other things I needed to deal with," Wanda said in her defense. "Preparations. Tests."

"I can see that, but you left our man blueballed."

"You can't decide on a dime to pull things from the fabric of reality and then go do it. I had to make sure there was--"

"Enough." Peter's patience had been worn down. The girls were bickering among each other and he was tired of the game. "Can we drop the riddles and sidebars? I'd like to hear the point." He spoke firm. He had to. "We're going to do this in order. Wanda, tell me what you had in mind." He had to take control for the sake of his own sanity, if nothing else.

The girls both seemed to sour a little bit as Peter got in the way of their fun, but they didn't fight it. "I showed you glimpses of what I'm capable of doing. Pulling into the world beyond. I want to extend that offer to you. I can pill women from other worlds. Other versions of women. Yu saw that me who wasn't me, right? A Wanda from another world who led a different life. It's the tip of the iceberg. I can manipulate reality in a way that can open you up to amazing possibilities beyond this universe and its offerings."