As I got dressed and left my room, I was shocked to see a blonde woman with my mother; she had a suitcase with her, and we looked at each other. As I looked at her, she smiled as she spoke. "I am Madeline Watson, your Aunt." She said. My mother finally spoke.
"She will be staying with us. She wanted to reconnect with her daughter, whom she hadn't seen in ten years. You have a cousin in the city that I hadn't told you about, Orion. You go to school with her, in fact, Mary Jane Watson, that is her name." She said.
This information came as a shock, as I hadn't known that I would be related to MJ, but this made sleeping with her more important, as I looked above the head of my Aunt, and it was a six-point ranking, making her a rarity like my mother. Clicking on it, I smiled. The scoring showed that she received a 1 for importance to the world, 2 points for being blood-related, and 3 points for beauty.
"It's nice to meet you, Aunty Madeline," I said, smiling as I already knew who to target next before speaking. "Mother, I am going out for a while. I will be back for dinner." I said as I picked up my backpack near the door and emptied it onto the small table in the hallway.
"Where are you going?" She asked, blushing a little as she couldn't believe herself that she felt sadness for him being gone.
"I am going to go to a couple of bookstores, I want to read about something," I said, putting the backpack on and opening the front door as my mother yelled out. "Be safe, dear." She said as I looked back and smiled at her, making her blush slightly redder, and nodded. "I will," I said, closing the door behind me.
Pulling out my phone and googling the closest bookstore, it pulled up one five miles away. As I smiled and walked towards the elevator, a woman walked out of an apartment, and I looked at her. She had an uncommon rank with four points above her head as she pushed the stroller.
"Oh, Orion. How are you today?" She said, making me smile, that she was a newly married woman and had given birth to her first child three months ago. Her name was Samantha Wilson, and she had long black hair and blue eyes.
"I am doing well, Mrs. Wilson. How are you? Hope the baby isn't giving you too much trouble." I said, making her smile gently as she tried to pick up the baby bag, but I bent down to help her. "Let me carry this for you until we get out," I said, making her smile. "Oh, aren't you a gentleman?" She said. "I am doing well. I have gotten used to the sleep cycle now." She said, answering my question.
"If you need any help, just knock on my door, and I will help you," I said, making her smile as she nodded, and we both walked towards the elevator as we talked. "It's hard, my husband had to go overseas for work and won't be back for a few weeks. But I know he is doing this for us, trying to get his promotion. But it's lonely." She said with a sigh.
"Well, that's enough of my rumbling." She said as the doors opened and we entered the elevator, pressing the ground floor button. The baby girl in the stroller waved her hands at me as I smiled at her. "Your baby has your looks. I bet she will become just as beautiful as you, Mrs. Wilson." I said, making her blush slightly. "Oh, you flatter me, Orion. I am not that good-looking." She said with a happy smile on her face.
"Mrs. Wilson, your husband is a lucky man. That's all I have to say." I said, smiling at her as she gripped the stroller and lowered her head, smiling as her hair blocked her face. It had been a while since someone complimented her with so much honesty. She felt herself heat up before shaking her head. He is the boy next door, Samantha. You're a grown woman. No dirty thoughts about him; he was just being kind.
The elevator made it to the ground floor and opened as we walked out into the lobby before exiting the building as I helped with the baby bag on her, letting my hand brush up against her ample chest. She blushed at the but didn't speak as I played it off as an accident. "Well, be safe, Mrs. Wilson, and if you ever need help or someone to vent to, I am all ears," I said, making her smile.
"I will keep that in mind, Orion. Be safe, and I will see you later." She said before pushing the stroller as I started to walk in the other direction. I was looking at all the women I passed; most of them were common, with a few uncommon, and only four that had reached rare levels. I sighed, not seeing one single epic rank, but then again, it wasn't that important right now.
I reached the bookstore after forty minutes. As I entered, I noticed an epic rank standing behind the counter; she was beautiful. I clicked on her number and saw she had reached a point value of 7 just on her looks alone. That was unreal. She smiled at me and nodded gently as I noticed a ring on her finger, making me curse the man who married her.
"May I help you with something, young man?" She asked in a sweet voice, making me shake my head no before recovering. "I am fine, just looking around," I said, walking towards the more adult part of the store.
As I looked through the bookcases, I picked up a book and looked at the back. The title was "A history of BDSM and how it evolved." Flipping it over as I read the first page, a gentle laughter came out from behind me. "Isn't that kind of thing a little advanced for someone your age?" That sweet voice made my heart burn hotter as I turned around, seeing her with a cart of books.
"My name is Ashley Johnson. May I know yours?" She said, making me nod my head. "Orion Foster, Mrs. Johnson," I said, making her smile. "I am not married anymore; I got divorced. So call me, Ashley, Orion." She said, walking over to another part of the bookshelf, and pulled out a book.
"If you are willing to learn, then read this along with that book. I recommend it. If you need any guidance, then come to this address." She said while writing something on a card, and handed me the book and card before walking away, as she looked over her shoulder and smiled at me.
I looked at the card, which had a number and an address on it, before looking at the book. I read the title of the book. "BDSM techniques and understanding." I looked at the author and gulped. Ashley Johnson was the author of this book, and if so, was she a masochist? So many questions and so few answers, but I smiled as I took both of the books and walked towards the front desk.
Ashley was standing there with no one around as I stopped in front of her, and she smiled at me. "Find what you were looking for?" She said, and I nodded, only to be shocked when someone looking just like her walked next to her. "Sis, you go relax, I will take over for you." The woman said, smiling at me seductively. Her smile was now different from the first lady's; it showed lust and temptation. But she was the same epic rank.
"I see you picked the book, young man. If you ever need hands-on training, I am more than willing to give you some help." She said, licking her lips as she ran a finger over my hand, as she took the books, making me smile as I spoke. "Then I will be in your care, Ashley," I said, making her eyes light up. "I knew you had the gift inside you. I felt it." She said.
"How does Tuesday evening sound?" She said, leaning forward, and I smiled. "That sounds good to me. It will give me some time to get somewhat of an understanding of your book." I said, making her nod as she rang up the books and spoke. "That will be $28.50." She said, making me pull out the card in my pocket, and I swiped it.
She leaned in, handing me my books in a bag as she gently kissed my cheek before whispering into my ear. "If you show promise, I will let you do anything you want to me. You can even become my master." She said. Making me want to rush home and read the books, but I calmed down and smiled. "Don't go back on your words, Ashley. I will make sure to break you." I said, looking her in the eyes, and I noticed her body quiver a little.
"I hold you to your words also, Orion." She said as I turned and walked out of the store, I needed a haircut and better clothes, along with a rope to practice with. Pulling out my phone, I googled the following stops, as I hunt for more women.