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sighed. It seemed that people in trances weren’t exactly talkative, and they took everything far too literally. She looked around while she thought about what to ask.
    The living room was extremely posh, lined with three brown leather couches and an oversize flat-screen on the wall. The fancy glass table they usually set their wine on during book club sat in the middle of the room, unadorned.
    “Do you like book club?” Emma asked.
    “Yes.”
    “Why do you like book club?”
    “I feel good when I’m smarter than everyone else.”
    Emma snorted. “Right. I figured.” She looked for the stairs, intent on finding more dirt on the conniving woman. “Show me to your bedroom.”
    Down the luxuriously carpeted hallway and to the right, Emma began rooting through the closet, under the bed, and in the drawers , while Kayla stood staring at nothing. Her search turned up nothing - if it hadn’t been for the clothes in the closet, she’d have guessed nobody lived in this room at all.
    A thought occurred to her.
    “Kayla, show me where Don sleeps.”
    The blonde led her to the room across the hall, a much more lived-in and lively room with a larger bed.
    “Are you having marital problems?” Emma asked, a little gleeful.
    “No.”
    “Oh… then why do you sleep in a different room?”
    “I don’t like Don very much.”
    Emma set her jaw. It seemed much of Kayla’s life was a parasitic lie. “What have you said to the other girls about me?”
    “Your husband left you because you’re terrible in bed,” the blonde replied in a neutral tone. “You and Lydia are probably lesbians together. Your kid seems rather stupid for a ten year old. Your -”
    “Stop!” she practically shouted, livid. She pointed at the large bed. “Sit.”
    As Kayla sat obediently, Emma paced back and forth, fighting a flaring rage. Insulting her over her divorce was fine, these women didn’t know anything about that. Saying her and Lydia were probably lesbians was fine, they were just jealous of their real friendship, and it was darkly funny that they actually had gotten sexual just the day before. But talking bad about Ricky filled her with righteous anger…
    “Take off your clothes,” Emma ordered, practically shaking with a mix of anger and rising excitement from her sense of control. The locket still felt exciting in her hand, and she gripped it tighter. If she didn’t know better, it felt like it was actually turning her on - or was it just the situation?
    Kayla stripped off her body-hugging dress without complaint, unhooked her bra, and then slid her panties off.
    Emma stared for a long moment as the blonde’s beautiful body stood at attention, exposed. Her still-firm breasts and highly toned body seemed practically photo-shoot quality, and her slender lines grabbed at the eye. Emma found herself alternating her stare from Kayla’s small nipples to her bare shaven sex.
    She gulped and made another scan of the bedroom’s windows, ensuring that nobody could see. She was seriously crossing the line here… but a little quive r in her thigh urged her on. The locket’s subtle electricity, her satisfaction at controlling Kayla, and the power and taboo of her situation turned her on immensely.
    She approached the entranced blonde, reaching out with some hesitation. She touched the soft skin of her upper arm, but saw no reaction. Emboldened, she took the pliant body and placed her into a sitting position on the bed… and then pulled her back into a standing position, still unsure of what she wanted to do.
    Glancing up at Kayla’s absent sky-blue eyes, Emma followed the whispers in the back of her mind, and slid a hand onto the blonde’s firm breast. A moment later, she brought her other hand up, and traced the undersides of her breasts with her fingers, her heart pounding.
    The ache between her legs grew more intense as she realized she really could do anything she wanted… she laughed a little bit as she imagined what a man might