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pulled out the locket, unhooked the chain, and examined its intricate carvings closely. The patterns offered no hint of the source of the locket’s power, but it had undoubtedly worked… as she thought about Bailey working her eagerly, heat flared inside her again, and she rushed upstairs to take a shower and masturbate to what had happened.
     
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Chapter 2
    She spent much of the next morning in a horny daze, fueled by a mix of erotic daydreaming and the power offered by the locket. By the time Lydia came around for lunch, Emma was practically red-faced and filled with strange thoughts and urges.
    “What’s gotten into you? ” Lydia asked, grinning. “Date go well last night?”
    Lydia was her only true friend among the housewives’ circle; everyone else was a mix of friend and enemy as the situation called for it. She had long brown hair, the same shade as Emma’s, but longer - her locks came down to her ample all-natural chest. She was also the only other woman in the neighborhood that hadn’t had work done, and her large natural breasts were often the subject of jealousy. Emma had - somewhat jokingly - always wanted to play with them, and now she considered doing just that.
    “Oh, uh, the date, it was alright,” she replied, finally registering the question.
    “That bad?” Lydia asked with a grimace.
    “No, no, it really was fine,” Emma insisted. “We had a nice time, but there was no chemistry.”
    “Oh well.”
    Lydia barged in and headed for the kitchen for some w ine. After getting a glass out and filling it up, she sniffed. “It smells kinda like sex in here…”
    Emma pretended to be mock offended, but her heart leapt into her throat. Lydia couldn’t possibly…?
    “Did you have a secret hookup over?” the brunette joked.
    “Oh, no, I wish!”
    Relieved, Emma grabbed her own glass of wine, and they headed into the living room and sat on the couch.
    Lydia rifled through the papers from the middle space in the living room table. “What should we get delivered? Let’s get something quick, ‘cause I’ve got to get back to work in forty.” She laughed at her favorite quip. “But, seriously, my spa thing got cancelled, so I’ve got all afternoon to burn.”
    Emma smiled, and watched her friend with predatory eyes. She talked and laughed for the next couple of wine glasses, ensuring Lydia was buzzed in case she noticed anything odd, and then she slid the locket around her neck and clasped it.
    Lydia’s expression suddenly went neutral, and Emma felt a rush of excitement. She’d had a secret fear the locket wouldn’t work, that it had all been some drunken dream, but here it was… she carefully tested the locket’s chain, ensuring it wouldn’t fall off - she hadn’t just held it, because she wanted her hands free - and, satisfied, she carefully approached her friend.
    Sitting next to her, she thought that Lydia really was very pretty. Married to an older and very rich gentleman, the twenty-seven-year-old brunette was a strange mix of positive, sarcastic, and flirty - Emma had liked her immediately. She wasn’t bothered by jealousy over the woman’s thin body and large chest, and the two had become fast friends.
    And now, here she was, sitting in a trance.
    Emma shook her head. This was her friend. It didn’t feel right. In her head, fantasies of power were all well and good, but actually physically doing it was another matter…
    She was just about to sit down and unclasp the locket when a different thought occurred to her - she could just ask to play with Lydia’s breasts, and, if the brunette was offended, use the locket to tell her not to remember…! That felt much more on the level… there was a chance she wouldn’t even have to use the locket at all, and, if she did, no harm done…
    She sat back in her chair and removed the locket.
    Lydia blinked, and then continued her conversation as if it had never been interrupted.
    Emma pretended to follow along, and then moved