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Janco Week 1

Jan 21st, 2017
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  1. Saturday, five in the afternoon. Janna, Jackie, Hope, and Star are hanging out at the Diaz's place. Marco, supremely embarrassed by Jackie actually being in his house, has absented himself from the living room to make snacks and hopefully avoid making a fool of himself.
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  5. Star was currently regaling the girls with tales of her life in the palace before coming to earth. Which took place mostly outside the palace, harassing villagers, farm animals, and various interdimensional travelers. Often these stories ended with something or someone on fire, or covered in mud, or broken into little, somehow still sentient, pieces.
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  9. The night went surprisingly well. The girls had fun, Marco spent most of his time up in his room watching karate tournament videos, his mom and dad weren't too weird, and he even spoke more than five words to Jackie without choking. Good day. Hope and Jackie had earlier curfews than Janna, so they left first, and Star called him down so that the tree of them could play a couple rounds of Smash Bros before Janna left.
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  13. Janna, of course, destroyed in the first round, but Marco wasn't a newbie like Star, so he held his own in the second. Janna said, “Hey Star, I was wondering, can humans do magic?”
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  17. “I don't know, probably? Wouldn't you guys know better?” Star said, mashing buttons like a mad woman.
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  21. “Well, no one on earth has any actual, for real, magical spells, so no one has really tried.”
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  25. “Really? That sucks, I have my magic instruction book, and my wand to help me out, so I just need to say something like Walky Chalky Table.” Star's wand went off and the table in front of them began walking around, leaving behind small chalk footprints. Star chased after it, wanting to get the snacks back.
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  29. The round ended and Marco spoke, “You are not going to do what I think you're going to do, are you?”
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  33. Janna smiled deviously, “What do you think I'm going to do?” She asked.
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  37. “You're going to ask for the book, or the wand, or both. Well, it's not going to work, Star won't just hand over her magic stuff to you, so don't bother.”
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  41. “Janna wants my book?” Star asked from behind them, “She can have it, the thing isn't going to be useful to me anyway, it's all in weird languages and stuff. That and I'll be with my dad during spring break, so it's not like I'll need it.” Star plopped down onto the couch and munched on some chips.
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  45. “No!” Marco shouted, “Hell no! That's a terrible idea, who knows what this devil in human clothes would do with that stuff!” Marco gestured at Janna, who was doing her best to smile sweetly, but still managed to look devious.
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  49. “Aww, c'mon Marco, it's not like she'll get into more trouble than I could.” Star tried to sooth, “It'll be fine.”
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  53. Marco made several protesting noises while Star went upstairs to fetch the book. Janna smiled at him sweetly, “Yeah Marco, what's the worst that could happen?”
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  57. Marco looked back at her both pleading and slightly angry, “Please Janna, don't do this, you don't know the kind of trouble that you could get into. It's a miracle that Star hasn't killed anyone yet, and even then I think it's because the wand has some sort of safety mode or something.”
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  61. “Relax Marco, I'll be careful.” Janna said, sliding over to press her shoulder against his, “But I guess I could be convinced to let it go, I mean, if you are willing to pay the price.”
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  65. Marco, skeptical and a bit afraid, asked, “What?”
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  69. Janna's grin grew into an evil smile, “You will be my slave for the week of spring break, starting tomorrow and ending next Saturday.”
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  73. “No, nope, nada, no thank you.” Marco made an X with his arms, “I know how that goes down, you'll tell me to run around naked or something, I refuse.”
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  77. “Aww, but I wouldn't do that, and besides, you could just say no.”
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  81. “And have you jump in through a window or something and take it anyway? No, I think I'll just keep it with me all week, then you can't get it.”
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  85. Janna smiled wider and jingled Marco's keys in front of him, “You can't even stop me from taking these, how are you supposed to keep that book safe. How about this, I promise not to make you do anything publicly embarrassing and you can refuse up to two things each day. How's them apples?”
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  89. Marco made a grab for his keys, but Janna pulled them back and Marco ended up closer to the little psycho than he wanted. He frowned, “And if I do this you'll give me back my keys and not try to do anything with Star's book?”
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  93. Janna pretended to think, “Sure, I guess I can agree to that. I'll just get you to do all the stuff I wanted the book for anyway.”
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  97. Marco held out his hand and Janna dropped his keys into it, then she hugged him, “You won't regret this Marco, I think it might even be fun.” She whispered in his ear. She also gave Star, who was watching from the stairs a thumbs up. Star returned the gesture, but Marco didn't see either of them.
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  103. The afternoon of the next day, Sunday, found Marco wondering just what Janna had planned for him. He had planned on taking spring break easy. A little lounging, a little karate training, a little reading maybe, but no~ he had to do whatever Janna said, and he was positive it would not be to lounge around and read books all day.
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  107. “Space unicorn, flying through the-”
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  111. “Hello.” Marco said into the phone.
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  115. A sultry voice responded, “In private you'll call me Mistress, Mistress Janna, or Prettiest Dark Queen.”
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  119. Marco laughed a bit at the last one, “And what do you want me to do today, Mistress” Sarcasm dripped from his tone, but Janna ignored it.
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  123. “Today you get to take me to this couples only cafe that I've always wanted to go to but no one would go with me. I hear they have excellent cakes.”
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  127. Marco sighed, “Do I have to pay?”
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  131. “Nope, you're my slave, not my boyfriend, I'll pay, you just have to get me in and act like you're deeply in love with me the entire time.” Marco could hear her evil smile.
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  135. “Ok, I'll be over in twenty. How far is it, should I bring my bike?” Marco asked.
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  139. “Yeah, it's downtown, so it'll be quite the ride. But I'm not worried, since you'll be doing all the work. You got pegs, or do I have to break out mine?”
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  143. Marco sighed again, “I have my own. On my way.” Marco hung up and got out of bed, today was going to be exhausting, both physically and mentally.
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  147. Ten minutes later Janna was getting handsy with him as she rode along on the back of his bike as he peddled his way into downtown. Marco was doing his best to imagine that it was Jackie's hands instead. It wasn't working.
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  151. Now she was doing weird shit to his nipples and he wasn't sure if he liked it or hated it. He skidded to a halt in front of the cafe. It was more of a restaurant, really, but it didn't serve full meals, so Marco guessed that it could call itself whatever it wanted.
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  155. While Marco was locking up his bike Janna was smiling widley, this was great. The plan had worked perfectly, she could make Marco do almost anything, within reason, and she was going to eat some supposedly delicious cake.
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  159. When Marco returned she latched onto his arm and guided him through the doors. She wanted to take him back to her house and tear off his clothing. Not even for sex, just to rub herself all over his body. Ok, maybe it was a bit sexual, but for the most part it wasn't.
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  163. Janna got her head back in the game when she looked at the waitress who walked over to the podium and grabbed a menu, “This way please.” She smiled brightly at the pair and lead them through a small room filled with half walls and booths of every shape and size to one near the center. Sitting down in it Janna realized that the booths were cleverly positioned so that when you were sitting in one you couldn't see into any of the others but when you were walking around you could easily see which ones were filled and which ones were empty.
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  167. They got one where they sat side by side. Marco, already starting to get a bit hot thanks to the warmer than normal temperature inside the cafe took off his hoodie and placed it down on the seat next to him. Janna, sensing an opportunity, snatched it up and put it on before he could object.
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  171. Warm and comfortable stewing in Marco's scent Janna picked up the menu and perused the items on display. There were treats, drinks, and small sandwiches for anywhere from two to six. Janna wondered if there were actually relationships with six people in them. That'd be a bit weird, but she figured that they weren't hurting anyone, except of course the beliefs of traditionalists.
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  175. But then Janna's mother was Wicca, so Janna's very existence went against their beliefs. Her mouth was practically watering though, as she skimmed through the different options. She wanted to try it all, and she almost could. There was a sampler option, with twenty different types of desserts and three small drinks.
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  179. Janna ordered and the waitress smiled and gave Marco a look that said she knew the pain of having an overly excited partner. When she walked away Janna rested her head on Marco's shoulder and let out a long breath, continuing to bask in his calming presence. Then he had to go and mess it up by talking.
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  183. “So... Are we going to, I don't know, do anything else embarrassing today? Would you like me to take you to a fair and win you a prize or something?”
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  187. Janna laughed a bit, “Nothing like that Marco, you just need to assemble a shelf for me.”
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  191. “Assemble a shelf? Why?”
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  195. “Because Mom told me to and I'm telling you to.”
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  199. “So you're using me to do your chores?” Marco asked, incredulous.
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  203. “Isn't that what slaves are for?” Janna ran her nails down Marco's chest, making his shiver a bit.
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  207. “Janna, you're being weird.” He complained.
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  211. “Yeah.” Janna breathed into his ear, “And you can't do anything about it. You have no idea how much fun I'm having right now.”
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  215. Marco looked over at Janna's beet red face, “I think I get the idea, are you ok?”
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  219. “Oh~ yeah.” Janna said, nearly purring. She never got the chance to really let loose and have fun. She didn't mind being called weird but if she was a touchy feely with everyone she wanted to be she'd probably be kicked out of school for sexual harassment. It wasn't her fault that she really, really liked touching people.
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  223. But now she had Marco, and he couldn't say no. Well, he could, but he wouldn't waste it unless she did something really weird. Janna leaned up and nibbled on his ear lobe.
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  227. Marco froze. He knew that Janna was strange, flirty, and has an odd obsession with things most people would consider the dark arts, but he'd never seen this side of her.
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  231. The waitress returned and studiously did not look at them as she placed a large platter down between them along with three small glasses. Each with two straws sticking out of them. Janna thanked her and began sampling some of the small cake squares. They were really good, but not quite as good as her nana made. Though her nana tended to make more tart pies than sweet cakes, so it wasn't a completely fair comparison.
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  235. “This is pretty good.” Marco said, sipping on a lime green fizzing drink, “Some sort of green apple soda or something.”
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  239. “Let me taste.” Janna moves to take the second straw in her mouth. Marco moves the glass toward her. “Oh no you don't, you put your lips back on that straw and do this properly.”
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  243. Marco sighed good naturdly and put his lips back to the straw but didn't drink. Janna slurped the drink up in seconds. “Damn that's good. Too bad the glass is so small.”
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  247. Marco chuckled, “There's two more.” He gestured at the two other glasses on the table.
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  251. Janna squealed in a very un-Janna like way and picked up another drink, indicating for him to take the other straw. Marco started to get into his role as the doting boyfriend as the 'date' went on.
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  255. “Y'know, if being your servant is like this everyday then I think it won't be all that bad.”
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  259. Janna smiles and ran her nails down his chest again. “Oh, don't worry, things are going to get much weirder. It's just that nothing interesting is going on today. Tomorrow we're going to be going to one of my favorite places.”
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  263. Marco shivered, “Why do I get the feeling that any place that can be called one of your favorites can't be good.”
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  267. “Because you're a smart boy Marco, which is one of the reasons I like you.”
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  271. Marco looked away, “Stop teasing me.”
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  275. “Stop being so easy to tease.” Janna felt the warmth that she had for so long wished for fill her. She wanted to melt into his arms but also tie him up and kiss him all over. “C'mon, help me finish this, you have a shelf to build.”
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  279. Marco smiled and dug into the samples. Free food was free food after all.
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  283. About a half an hour later they were back at Janna's house. Marco hadn't been inside in years. Not since he had brought her homework back in fourth grade. It wasn't changed much. Darker than normal earth tones for the walls, shelves of knickknacks and witchy paraphernalia, and a general mess that gave you the impression that everything was meant to be there but you had no idea how any of it was organized.
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  287. Next to the couch were several piles of books and a suspiciously clean rectangle of wall. Next to the books was a large Ikea box which must contain a shelf. Janna plopped herself on the couch and leaned back. “Now, my slave, build me a shelf and fill it with books, chop chop.” She clapped her hands twice.
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  291. Marco sighed and started to get to work. Janna spoke up, “Shirtless.”
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  295. “Really Janna? Really?” Marco asked incredulously.
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  299. Janna stood up and began walking toward him. Marco backed up a couple of steps before getting up his courage and holding his ground. Janna grabs him by his left arm and turns him before giving him a very hard smack on his ass.
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  303. “Ow, what was that for?” Marco complained, more surprised than hurt.
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  307. “It's Mistress Janna to you slave.” Janna said darkly, “And if you need help I can give it to you.” Janna grabbed Marco's shirt by the hem and began pulling it over his head. Marco resisted for a second but then lifted his arms over his head and let Janna remove his shirt. “Now are you going to be a good boy or is Mistress Janna going to have to give you a proper spanking.”
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  311. “No, no, I'm good, great in fact, I'll just get right to it.” Marco hurriedly walked over and opened the box. Janna returned to her place of the couch. Now she was wearing his hoodie and had his shirt. Just a few more articles of clothing and she'd have a full Marco cosplay.
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  315. That she got a show along with it was just a bonus. Marco wasn't ripped, but he did have a bit of muscle definition. He also had this cute little pout when he was thinking about something. Janna did her best to hold back her squeal while she watched and remembered how bold she had been.
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  319. Janna was usually a pretty confident girl. She liked to tease a flirt with boys and girls alike. She especially liked Marco. She had admitted to herself that she had a bit of a crush on him. Which is why she had coordinated with Star to essentially have Marco be her boyfriend for a week. She knew he would never do it willingly, since he was still hung up on Jackie, but maybe with a little charm and a whole lot of Janna he could be convinced to turn his considerable attention on her.
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  323. But now that he was in her home, shirtless, she was freezing up. She knew what she wanted to do, she wanted to run her hands, eyes, lips, and tongue over every contour of his body, but she restrained herself, she didn't want to scare him away. But it was so hard to pretend to be normal. Janna didn't want to pretend to be normal anymore, it was so exhausting.
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  327. But no, she was weird. Janna don't touch me like that. Janna, I don't want to hear about severed heads. Janna, please, you're scaring me. Well did they ever consider her feelings. Janna sighed into Marco's shirt. Jackie and Hope were ok. They put up with her because she was funny sometimes and they had a few things in common, but even they got weirded out when Janna would gush about military torture techniques and the pro's and con's of using them.
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  331. Marco thought she was weird too. She knew it. She kept herself pretty restrained around him too. She just wanted his attention. If he'd just look at her maybe he could see that she wanted him to be her friend, and more than her friend, but no, he only had eyes for Jackie, and Jackie was her friend too.
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  335. Fortunately Jackie had never caught on to Marco's attentions. Janna was pretty sure that Hope had, but Hope hadn't said anything either, so it wasn't completely asinine of her to not mention it.
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  339. “Hey.” Marco said next to her as he touched her shoulder. Janna jumped up nearly three feet and landed on her feet, throwing Marco's shirt at his head.
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  343. The two of them stood there for a minute, looking at each other. Then Marco awkwardly said, “I, uh, finished with the shelf.” He gestured vaguely at the now finished shelf sitting in the place next to the couch.
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  347. “Okthanksthat'severythingbye!” Janna half shouted as she pushed Marco out her door and slammed it behind him.
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  351. Then she pressed her back to it and listened as Marco pulled on his shirt, said, “Weird.” And began walking away. Then she ran into her bedroom as fast as she could, dove onto her bed and rolled around like a puppy as emotions warred in her. Embarrassment that she couldn't keep her cool at the end, pride that she had had the courage to do this in the first place, heart numbing affection at how cute and kind and considerate and tolerant of her Marco had been, even though he was doing this because he thought that she wanted Star's book.
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  355. And she did, though she had wanted it mainly to see if there was a love spell she could cast on Marco. If he were infatuated with her he wouldn't' care that she was apparently really messed up in the head. But this worked better, now all she had to do was seduce him. Easy, right?
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  359. Marco was making his way home after having spent the better part of three hours with Janna and remarked to himself that today hadn't been bad at all, in fact it had been pretty good. Aside from the manual labor and Janna being very touchy of course, but that was to be expected. He even had the afternoon to himself, so he would definitely get in some lounging about like a bum.
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