Page 2 of Act of Command

That meant Corbin was one as well. Mae had met plenty of men in her life who were, but she’d never been on a date with one before. The idea had always turned her off, until the mention of Corbin, though she wasn’t sure why he was different. She wasn’t exactly thrilled to be forced into a date, but she was curious. A little surprised too since her parents had always been so against her dating. Mae’s ‘condition’, as they all liked to call it, left her vulnerable to problems with the opposite sex. For her mother to push for her to go on a date was a big deal. She’d make the best of it.

She’d promised her mother not to go looking like a throwback hippie, which was the style of clothing Mae preferred. Still, the long, somewhat flowing yellow number that Alice picked out, while similar to Mae’s whimsical dressing, was a touch too revealing for her. The four-inch heels were certainly not her style. Flip-flops and sandals were more to Mae’s liking. That or bare feet.

She pushed her large black-framed glasses up her nose and glanced at her friend. “I look like Belle.” The women shared a love of classic children’s movies that had not died as they got older. Belle had always been Mae’s favorite character as she too had a love of books.

“You look sexy. Trust me. That outfit will get you laid,” said Alice with a smirk. “And didn’t Belle land a beast? Yummy.”

Mae groaned. There was no point going down the sex talk path again. “I’m perfectly fine hanging onto my virginity a bit longer. I totally respect that you embrace your sexuality and welcome new experiences. I’m just not quite there yet.”

In truth, Mae was downright prudish when it came to sex, at least next to Alice. They joked a great deal about it and even bonded closer because of it. Mae wanted to have sex. She wanted to experience everything, but she lived in fear of somehow damaging the man. In her life, she’d left a fair number of men needing either medical attention, locked away in mental institutions or in prison. Her gift got away from her that much. That and no one had realized what she was doing to men when she sang. It had never affected her adoptive father or any of his friends. No one could figure it out and she’d stopped trying. She tried to stay away from men whenever possible and she didn’t dare sing—even though she had the urge to do so daily.

It was another form of creativity for her. An outlet. A way to let her muse run free and wild. Sadly, the crazy bitch of a muse didn’t have a stopping point.

“You say that now, but wait until you experience a big dick between your legs,” offered Alice as she lay on her back, putting her hands in the air and waving them back and forth. “Hard, hot and heavy. Yum. Now I’m thinking sex is in order tonight. I’ll pick a few frat boys. They’ll do.”

“Or you could go on this date in my place. He’s never seen me. He won’t know you’re not me,” said Mae, ready to take the dress off and force Alice into it. Alice was a few inches shorter than Mae, but other than that they were close in size.

“We wouldn’t be having this debate if you were going out with the guy you’ve been making a sculpture of. That hot dude with the long hair and ripped body. He reminds me of that one guy who was on the giant ad in Times Square.”

“What ad?” asked Mae.

“The underwear one. It was a traffic stopper. Yum. Your sculpture guy could totally be up on a billboard too.”

Mae glanced at her friend. “He’s not real. I made him up. He’s my version of a Greek god.”

Alice tipped her head. “Why is he resting his head on a sleeping lion? Is that a mythology thing too?”

Shrugging, Mae continued to fidget with her dress. “I don’t know. It just felt right to sculpt.”

“Did the muse tell you to make him hung too? He’s veryblessed,” Alice said, putting a lot of emphasis on the word.

Mae had sculpted every detail on the man with painstaking precision. Exactly as her mind pictured him and that had included a rather large cock. She’d sculpted the area as if she’d ever seen a penis that size before. She hadn’t. Proportionally she’d certainly gifted the man. She may have been a virgin, but she’d seen many a man part before. Her major made sure of it. The models that came to pose nude were fit and attractive, but they were nothing more than forms to study to her. They didn’t excite her. The man she saw in her mind, the one she was sculpting for her current class project, excited her. The sculpture wasn’t life-sized as the assignment was creating a nude sculpture that could fit on a pre-sized pedestal for a showing. Mae wasn’t sure she could have handled having a life-sized version of the man. The darn thing already turned her on enough and it would fit on an end table. More than once, Alice has suggested that when the project was done, they take turns posing next to the erotic form and post the pictures online.

“That is my final project for class. Don’t get any funny ideas. It’s all done. It just needs to be graded.”

Alice feigned indignation, touching her chest, her jaw slack. “I would never.”

Playing innocent didn’t work for Alice in the least. But it did make Mae laugh. “You would. You totally would.”

With a shrug, Alice picked at a fingernail. “You should have made the sculpture bigger. Like sex doll kind of big.”

“Dirty girl,” quipped Mae.

“Thank you.” Alice beamed. “I’m not the only woman who would want a piece of that hottie.”

Mae smiled. She had to admit, the man she’d sculpted hit all her hot buttons too. If he was real he’d be a specimen for sure.

“Wear contacts tonight,” said Alice, sitting up on the bed. She grabbed a small bottle of lotion from the side table and put a dollop in her hand.

Mae shook her head. “If a man doesn’t appreciate a woman in glasses he’s not the man for me.”

Alice rubbed the lotion over her hands and up her arms somewhat. “Mae, you’re killing me here. I’ve told you before, I’ve never met a supernatural who wears glasses. I think you should talk with my family doctor. He only treats non-humans. Humans are so beneath him. Let him take a look at your eyes.”

With a sigh, she looked to her friend. “Not this again, please. I’ve been to tons of doctors and yes, they were for non-humans too. No one can figure out why I need glasses. I just do.”

“You’re hopeless,” said Alice, rolling onto her side. She grabbed a stick of chewing gum from the bedside table and set about unwrapping it. “ Can I do your makeup?”

“I wasn’t planning to wear makeup, and are you sure you’re not ADHD?”

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