Phil’s new possession powers are addictive and he starts trying to change his best friend to suit his needs. Though he finds that Annie has more willpower than his first target in Friends With Benefits 3.
The jade skull has already rewritten one life. Now Phil wants to rewrite two.
When Phil and Annie first discovered the skull’s power of possession and mind control, they used it together, two outcasts taking delicious revenge on Kylie, the gorgeous blonde cheerleader who had spent years making their lives miserable. The results exceeded every fantasy. The cruel, untouchable Kylie is now Annie’s devoted girlfriend and Phil’s most willing secret. Compliant. Eager. Endlessly moldable.
But possession and mind control has a way of making a person hungry for more.
Phil watches Annie and Kylie together and feels something shift inside him. Annie loves him like a friend. Trusts him completely. Has no idea that his ambitions have quietly expanded. What if the jade skull could give him everything? Both women at his beck and call, their desires reshaped around his own?
Kylie was easy. Bitchy but hollow where her confidence once lived, she bent like warm wax under possession and mind control. Annie is something else entirely. Strong-willed, sharp, and stubbornly herself, she resists in ways Kylie never did. Phil can slip into her mind but he cannot hold the controls. His suggestions dissolve. His commands fade. She surfaces every time, completely unaware of the invisible war being fought inside her own head.
Still, Phil is patient. And patient pressure leaves marks.
Little by little, Annie grows bolder. Posting more, hiding less, her boundaries softening in ways she attributes to Kylie’s influence. She has no idea the real influence is Phil, watching from inside, savoring every moment of her intimate life while quietly tightening his grip.
Friends With Benefits 3 is the scorching continuation of the series that explores the darkest edges of possession and mind control, obsession, and the terrifying intimacy of knowing someone from the inside out.
Some friendships come with very dangerous benefits.
Annie
I’m not strictly supposed to be on the grounds of my old high school at all, but I’m dating Kylie now so I guess I’m her guest. I sit on the bleachers, flipping through my phone to follow up on the latest from my online friends about their exploits investigating the occult and occasionally sipping water from my water bottle. I’m even more interested in their investigations now that I’ve found something that is truly supernatural. If the skull is real, what else is real?
Kylie is down on the field, coaching the cheerleading squad. I look up every now and then to watch her. Her blonde ponytail bounces as she demonstrates the moves, long leg kicking into the air. She’s so limber. So sexy.
It’s still so strange to me that Kylie is my girlfriend. Up until recently she hated me. That is, when she thought about me at all. Then Phil found that little jade skull that lets us possess people without their knowledge and change their minds from the inside. We used it on Kylie, Phil possessing her and making her worship me before the two of us used our newfound control over her to start making her show off online. Mostly softcore erotica. Topless pics. Feet pics. A little bit of cosplay.
It’s brought in some extra money for her so it’s not like we’re taking total advantage. Then Phil and I had a fight about the skull and I swore off using it at all, trusting that Phil would do the right thing. But I’m beginning to have second thoughts. That instant decision to cede the skull to Phil seems a little hasty. And then I—god, I cringe whenever I recall this—I touched myself while talking about Phil. It felt good in the moment but that feeling faded overnight and now I just feel…blegh. Kind of awkward, to be honest. Like having a sex dream about my best friend, only I was completely awake.
But the skull did give me Kylie. And when she kisses me and makes me all gooey inside, it’s hard to say manipulating her has been a bad thing. She truly loves me now, even if it did take a little magical persuasion.
And, I can’t even believe it, but I think I’m actually falling for her. At first it was just a good revenge fuck, watching her dive between my legs and devour me to orgasm. But the more we hang out the more I like her. Probably why I’m sitting on the rock-hard bleachers letting my ass get cold just so I can be near her.
I reach for my water bottle and take another sip. Mid-sip I choke and splutter, sending water down my front as I sit up suddenly. I blink rapidly and glance around as if I’m trying to figure out where I am but really just looking around to see if anyone saw me make a mess of myself.
I rise impulsively, tired of sitting here, and carefully make my way down the bleachers. I’m a little ungainly. Slightly off-balance. Probably because my butt’s a little numb from the bleachers. Kylie glances my way and gives me a little wave. I wave back but don’t stop. We’ll meet up later. I’ll text her to let her know where I’m going once I figure that out myself.
I wander down to the Main Street shopping mall. It’s one of those outdoors things, rows of old, red brick shops filled with cafes and nightclubs and boutiques all lining a pedestrianized street. My eyes dart here and there, watching people come and go. I feel like I’m evaluating them for some unknown purpose. Just restless, I guess.
I stop into the little coffee shop that Phil always insists we go to whenever we’re down here so he can get one of their cinnamon buns. They’re too sweet for me. I don’t even know why I’m here.
I march up to the counter and ask for a cinnamon bun, realizing after the fact that Phil’s cravings must have rubbed off on me. The waitress hands it to me in a wax paper bag. My mouth is already salivating before the first bite and I sink my teeth into it. It’s soft and buttery and way too sweet but I chew slowly and moan appreciatively just like Phil would have done if he were here.
Returning to the street, I resume my aimless searching as I devour the cinnamon bun too quickly. I’m always making fun of Phil for gulping down his food and now here I am doing the same. I lick my fingers and toss the bag into a nearby garbage can.
I pause in front of a clothing store. The window display holds a mannequin wearing a sheer dress that clings to her form and shows off way too much skin for my taste. Not my thing. More like Kylie’s. Or what Phil has made Kylie want to dress in, anyway.
Still, I go inside the boutique. Maybe I’ll find Kylie’s next outfit. Flicking through the racks, everything I find is way too sexy for me. Sheer or tight or low cut or short. I’m accosted by a saleslady and I want to just silently leave but something keeps me in place.
“Can I help you with anything?” She asks cheerfully.
I speak before I even know what I’m going to say. “What do you think my size is?”
I decide I’m testing her to see what kind of bias she has. She looks me up and down and then finds a sheer white sheath-style dress in the appropriate size, holding it up to me. It’s flimsy and tiny but she insists it will fit. I take it and go to the change rooms in the back.
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