"You two were specially handpicked by me to be members of ARC. Last year, I conducted an in-depth study of birth data gleaned from the world's criminal records, I discovered that a high percentage of Capricorn men are maniacs. Some of them are sex maniacs, others are deviants of various sorts. Some are serial killers. They live a staid, conservative existence to stay within society's rules, but wallow in strange activities behind closed doors. This makes them among the most dangerous of all the star signs because they can easily pass themselves off as 100% normal and well-adjusted to fool their unsuspecting victims. So, Tim, you fit the Capricorn profile perfectly. I need a maniac on my team here at ARC."

This news came as a bit of a shock to Tim, but if Bob needed a maniac, then maybe he could be of some use. It was nice to feel needed. That's all that mattered. Bob was the astrology expert, not him. It felt good to be part of a special, select group.

"If you don't believe me, I can give you a real life example of a Capricorn maniac, although it may be upsetting. Are you able to absorb the truth, Tim?"

"Uh...well...yes. I'm a big boy Bob, I practically run the bank. I have 50 employees who report only to me. I'm quite a powerful man at the bank. Do you think a bit of astrological information will scare me? You of all people should know that Capricorns are not sissies!"

Bob smiled a wry smile.

"Yes, dear. I know. You Cappies are big, tough strong men. Okay, here's just one example of what I'm talking about: Sir Dwight Hemsworth, born January 4, 1745. He murdered 25 girls in ten days, all in the most heinous ways. Sir Dwight was a typical Capricorn maniac, very sneaky. He looked perfectly normal on the outside, but inside he was wack. He was in the same line of work as you, Tim - a banker. And he wore women's clothes on the weekends like you, too. See Timothy? You can't escape your astrological destiny."

Tim had never heard of Sir Dwight Hemsworth, but there were a lot of criminal maniacs that had been utterly forgotten in the mists of time. Dwight was probably a boring guy like most Capricorns and that's why his name had disappeared from the history books. :

: "I can handle the truth, Bob. I want to be a member of ARC so badly. I accept the fact that I'm part of a special underground movement, a Capricorn maniac tradition spanning generations - maybe eons. Actually, it's made my dull life a lot more interesting, to know this exciting fact about my sign."

"Good boy, Tim. I knew I could count on you. Misty, now it's your turn to learn the truth about your inner self. I chose you as my personal sex slave because it's a well-known astrological fact that an extremely high percentage of Pisces women are sluts and whores. A man who marries a Pisces woman will have a whore for a wife."

Misty smiled proudly, although a bit stupidly. Pisces women aren't the sharpest tools in the shed.

"Well, yeah, I guess that fits me pretty well. I've been a stripper since 18. I ran away from home because I was fucking and giving head to all the guys at school so my dad threw me out of the house. I always had big titties. The only thing I ever wanted to do was strip and fuck. I'm basically lazy."

Bob chuckled.

"Yes, Misty, your behavior is quite typical of Pisces women. Lazy and slutty. I've never met a female born under your sign who wasn't naturally whorish. Submissiveness and masochism are also a big part of your fishy personality. One of the most notorious prostitutes in history, Madame Su Lee of the 4th Manchurian Dynasty was a Pisces, born March 3, 1201, B.C."

She nodded as if she understood what he was saying but she really didn't have a clue.

"Well, um, that's great! I never heard of this Chinese Su Lee whore, but it's true, I am a big slut. I love to be tied up and my butt whipped red. But you already know that from our playtime last night. You whipped me raw! I also love to get drunk. After my shift is finished at the titty strip club, I always get drunk and then I pass out."

Misty was textbook Pisces. She also possessed the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen in his life - really killer Pisces eyes. Limpid, dreamy, multi-colored. Her eyes looked green one day and blue the next. She didn't even realize what a knockout she was, oblivious to the devastating effect she had on a man's cock and balls. Her stunning, otherworldly beauty would serve the needs of ARC very well.

Bob went on to discuss the club in more detail as his willing and eager disciples listened.

"You two are part of a historic undertaking, an amazing new concept based on the karmic law of "what goes around comes around". During my astrology studies, it became crystal clear to me that nearly everyone has a personal hatred - a grudge - against particular horoscope signs. Most of us have been sexually betrayed or screwed over by certain signs, again and again. A husband. A wife. A boyfriend. A girlfriend. That realization is what gave me the idea to form the Astro Revenge Club."