Alan sat at his favorite corner table in the cozy cafe, the soft hum of conversation and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee creating the perfect ambiance for his writing. His laptop was open, and he stared at the screen, tapping a finger on the mouse pad while considering what to write next.

"Here you go, Alan," the waitress said, and placed a steaming cup of hot chocolate next to his elbow.

"Thanks, Jill," he set the cup in a position that would keep it safe from being knocked.

As he pondered the next sentence, a woman with chestnut hair and a lively demeanor approached his table. She was in her late twenties, dressed in a casual yet stylish manner. With a friendly smile, she asked, "Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all," Alan replied. He was used to women coming up to him in coffee shops. He was a bit surprised this one had approached, since he was working and had his headphones on.

"Thanks," she replied and settled into the chair gracefully. "I'm Sheila, by the way."

"Alan," he replied with a nod, offering a polite smile.

"Are you working?" she asked.

"Yeah, just going through my manuscript."

"Oh, are you a writer? What kind of stuff do you write?"

"Adventure and romance, mostly," he replied. "In a science fiction setting."

"I love sci-fi!" she enthused. "My boyfriend got me hooked. I don't read much, but I watch anything I can get my hands on."

"Ah," Alan replied, sipping his drink. "Has he introduced you to any of the classics? Forbidden Planet? 2001 A Space Odyssey?"

"Sure. They're fun. But my favorite is Star Trek."

"Star Trek, huh? The old series or the new ones?"

"Both." She leaned forward, lowering her voice conspiratorially.

He smiled and toasted with his mug. "A girl after my own heart."

Eventually, the topic shifted to more personal matters. Sheila leaned in a little closer, her voice taking on a softer, more intimate tone. "So, Alan, what else do you enjoy when you're not working on your projects?"

Alan chuckled, feeling a faint blush creeping into his cheeks. "Well, besides my work, I play around with computer graphics and software design. I'm also into late 20th-century movies. There's something timeless about the classics."

Their conversation continued to flow effortlessly, filled with shared nostalgia and laughter. Sheila's flirtatiousness became more evident as time passed. She touched his arm lightly while sharing a movie-related anecdote and leaned closer whenever she spoke. Alan flirted back a bit, keeping the mood light.

However, as their conversation neared its end, Sheila's advances became bolder. She leaned in even closer, her lips dangerously close to Alan's ear. "Alan," she whispered, "you're quite the interesting man. I think I'd like to get to know you better."

"Sheila," his reply was soft but firm, "I'm not sure how much further we can go. You have a boyfriend, and I am happily married."

"That's too bad," she pouted, leaning back and folding her arms. "I thought you were pretty cute."

"I'm flattered," Alan grinned, "but I'd prefer to keep things friendly."

"This can be friendly," she smirked.

The kiss was unexpected, but Alan couldn't help but enjoy it. He felt her tongue sliding over his, her fingers threading through his hair. She tasted sweet, like strawberry lip gloss, but slightly tart.

She looked into his eyes. "I'm going to kiss you again. But that's okay." It wasn't a question.

"Sure..."

The next kiss was more heated, her lips pressed against his. He could feel her breathing becoming heavier, her tongue moving more frantically. She moaned softly as she kissed him, her fingers moving down to caress his neck.

He drank in her scent. It was intoxicating, and he found himself kissing her back. His hands roamed across her body, exploring her curves. He was growing hard, and he felt her pressing her body against his.

"Alan," she gasped, her eyes glazed with desire. "I'm going to count to five. When I do, you're going to forget I have a boyfriend, and you're going to forget you have a wife. Then we're going to have some fun. Okay?"

Alan nodded, his eyes fixed on hers. She started to count. As she reached three, he felt his mind go blank. All he could think about was how good it felt to kiss her.

"Five." They grinned at each other. "We should go someplace with some privacy."

"We could go back to my place," he offered.

"My flat is just around the corner," she replied. "Pack up your computer. We'll lock it in your car and walk over."

They did this, or at least, Alan assumed they did, because the next thing he knew, they were stumbling in the door she unlocked while continuing their passionate embrace. They barely made it inside, slamming the door shut behind them before tumbling onto the couch.

They tore off their clothes, tossing them in a haphazard pile on the floor. Alan ran his hands along her bare skin, caressing every inch of her. He cupped her breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking. She gasped and arched her back, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

"God, Alan, I want you so bad," she breathed.

"I want you, too," he replied, his voice husky with desire. As her hands slowly guided his head, he kissed her belly, her hips, until he finally reached her clit. He began to suck and lick her pussy, and she cried out in pleasure, her fingers clutching his hair.

"Fuck, Alan, you're good at this!"

He responded by pushing his tongue deeper into her pussy, making her gasp. She brought a leg up over his shoulder and hooked her knee so as to pull his head deeper into her, her hands gripping the couch cushions.

Her moans became louder and more intense. "Oh god, Alan, yes, yes! Fuck me, fuck me hard!"

Alan pulled away, wiping his mouth and grinning at her. "That's the idea." The trembling growl in his voice almost pushing her over the edge right there. He moved up her, her leg still hitched between them as his mouth found hers. He kissed her, feeling her moan into his mouth, their tongues intertwined.

He pushed into her and heard her gasp. "Fuck, Alan, you're so big!"

"You're amazing," he whispered, thrusting into her harder. Again, there was that growl in his voice, this time pushing her over the edge. She cried out as she came, her body shuddering.

He kept thrusting into her, feeling his own orgasm approaching. She was panting and gasping, her eyes glazed with passion. Her leg was still wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper into her.

Suddenly, he thrust deep and... stopped. He didn't come, he didn't pull out, he just held her tightly, growling in her ear. She was confused for a second, then realized her body was still responding. She was squirming on his dick and rapidly came again. And again. She couldn't stop herself, and after her third orgasm, she collapsed, breathing heavily.

"Oh... my god, Alan. You are a fucking animal."

He said nothing, as he slowly resumed pumping. 'He's not letting up,' as she found herself building to another orgasm.

"No more," she whimpered, but her body said otherwise.

He ignored her, and her whimpers turned to pleasured cries. He continued, thrusting harder and faster, and soon she was screaming his name as she came yet again.

'He still hasn't come,' floated through her head. 'How did I lose control of this situation?' then thoughts fled completely as his paced picked up as (she hoped!) he was about to finish.

Alan thrust hard, feeling himself nearing the edge. He groaned and buried his face in her neck, his hands clutching her hips. His breath came in ragged gasps as he thrust again and again, finally losing control and spilling his seed deep inside her. She climaxed with him, the tattered remnants of thought feeling surprise that there was one more in her, before being washed away in the biggest one yet.

Afterward, they lay entwined on the couch, basking in the afterglow. Sheila's eyes were closed, and she had a contented smile on her face. "That was amazing," she murmured. She opened her eyes to see him watching her. At first, she thought he was studying her, then she remembered the spell. 'Right,' she considered, willing herself with great difficulty to move, 'I have work to do.'

"I'll just be a moment, love," she whispered. "I need to use the loo." She slid off the couch and headed for the bathroom.

She came back a few minutes later and stood looking down at him, her expression unreadable. 'When this is over, I am SO gonna keep you. But that's not the plan right now.'

She knelt beside the couch. "Alan, sit up." After he did, she sat beside him, lightly stroking his face. "That was incredible, baby."

"Incredible," he murmured.

"That was the best sex you've ever had," she continued. In her own thoughts, she added 'I know it was for me.'

"Best sex I've ever had," Alan repeated.

"You will do anything to have that again."

"Anything to have that again."

"If you want to have that again, you will have to do some things for me."

"Do some things for you."

"You will have to think some things for me."

"Think some things for you."

"Will you do and think the things I tell you to?"

"...Yes."

Sheila took a deep breath. This was the critical moment. If the spell didn't work, she was in a lot of trouble.

"Say it."

"I will do and think the things you tell me to."

"Tell me you will also know the things I tell you to know."

"I will also know the things you tell me to know."

"Good," she sighed with relief. "Now, listen carefully…"

***

Later, Alan and Sheila were dressed. As he was getting ready to step out, Sheila made one last check. "Okay, baby, tell me the important things that you know."

Alan, fully awake now, recited, "You are the most important person in my life. You are the sexiest woman I have ever known. Sex with you is better than with anyone else. Your pussy is the only pussy I want to fuck.

"I have a wife named Fiona who is a porn slave for Lori Blakeley on her AceFans channel. I only fuck her to maintain the illusion that she means something to me. Sex with her is okay at best. I tell her she's the most important person in my life, but she's not important enough to know about you or what you mean to me.

"I must convince Fiona to make the video Mike and Rick want to make. After that is made, I can let Mike have Fiona, Rick can have Lori, and you can have me how ever you want."

"Good boy," Sheila kissed him and sent him on his way.

After he left, Sheila knew she had to get to work, but she hardly felt it mattered. What was important was her plan had worked! She'd managed to take over Alan's mind. He was completely and totally hers, without even knowing it. She'd planted her commands so deeply that, as far as he was concerned, they were his own ideas.

Sheila had intended to bind Mike into owing her favors for making these spells. She still intended to do so, since Mike was supplying the magic energy she was using to craft her spells, but if she had known what she would get with Alan, she might have granted her services just to get him.

'I can't wait to use him some more. There's just so much I can do with him!'

***

Fiona and Alan had a very pleasant weekend together, which helped Fiona to calm down about the impending video. Alan arranged with Trina to run the Cup and Sorcerer for a couple weeks so "Fiona could take a break."

Trina was surprised, as Fiona was a workaholic. "I can run the store by myself. I'm not a total novice, you know. I can handle anything that comes up, and I'll call you if something stumps me." Fiona didn't know Alan left instructions to make sure Trina would NOT call.

Alan also suggested keeping Fiona in her Fifi persona the whole time, so it would be second nature for her. He seemed to only favor using Fifi's mouth or ass when they were intimate, which was so unlike him. Fifi noticed he rarely came at those times, too. She assumed he was keeping in character and doing acts that weren't attractive to him for her benefit. She had no idea he was saving all his cum for when Sheila got back in town.

Alan went to Rick's apartment on Sunday morning to discuss the project and make the deal. Rick was pleased and relieved to find Alan completely on board. He hadn't expected the man to have such a quick turnaround from the resistant mood of their last encounter.

"Of course," Alan assured Rick. "When this is done, you'll have Lori and Mike will have Fifi."

Rick was amazed. "And you're okay with that?"

"Absolutely," Alan replied. "Mike can get her name permanently changed to Fifi Fuckslut, for all I care. She won't be my problem any more."

"Wow! That's really cool, bro. This is awesome."

"I'm just looking forward to seeing your sister Sheila. We had a nice little conversation the other night and I hope she'll be back soon. She is the sexiest woman I have ever seen."

"I see," Rick was starting to understand. He'd heard his sister's story, and knew she’d laid the whammy on him. Still, he wasn't going to object.

Alan continued, "So, what are your plans for Lori. Are you keeping her, or do you plan to sell her?"

"Actually, I don't know yet. I want her to be mine. But I'm not sure how good it would be to have a wife in that position. It's too early to tell."

"Dude, don't worry," Alan grinned. "Whatever you decide, I can help you program her to specifications. Want a wifey who's a firecracker behind closed doors? Not a problem. A live-in big-titted servant-slash-fuckdoll. I can make that happen, too."

"Really? You can do that?"

"No problem. Check this out," and he tapped the back of his left hand.

Alan's eyes grew wide. Then he began to glare at Rick.

Rick pulled back. "...What?"

***

Alan stepped out of Rick's place. The guys shook hands with a laugh as Alan said goodbye. As he turned away to head to his car, the smile turned to a scowl.

"Son of a bitch," he growled.