A Nice Day Out

It took until sunday morning for Maddy to text me again. Which was good. It was either that or I was going to text her today. But it was better for my plan if she contacted me first.

"No reaction?"

A reasonable question about receiving a naked lesbian photo of your ex-wife and former friend.

I took five minutes, before I answered her.

"I'm sorry. This is too hard for me."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"I asked for a nude of you and Michelle. I didn't ask you to... kiss. And make out."

Maddy had overreached with that one. I could really play the "broken heart"-card here.

"Oh..."

"Seeing that didn't make me feel good, just reminded me of the pain. Maybe this won't work out after all."

"Oh God, Jack. Now I feel awful :( :( :(. I didn't think it through! Please forgive me! I'm a dumbass!"

"I don't know. I honestly don't know."

"Jack I think it's all this texting, there's so much room for miscommunication in that! I think we need to meet and really talk things over again!"

Wow. That was easy. I had to take two minutes to "contemplate" the answer to that one. I used that time to press and squeeze sleeping Gretchen's tits. So much so that she finally woke up. I forgot to set her on blowjob alarm.

"Okay, you know what, fine. How about today? I'm not busy today."

"Oh... Actually, today's not good. We're working out with Michelle's sister today. But any other day is fine!"

Fuck. No. I wasn't going to let my ex-sister-in-law ruin my plans for today.

In fact... Why wouldn't I include her in the plan?

Yeah! Obviously! What was I thinking? Of course I'd include Janice is all the future fun too!

"That would be fine with me. Where are you?"

"You wanna exercise too? Cool! We're here in MacArthur Park!"

"I'll be there."

I put my phone away. Yes. This would work out fine. Probably.

Gretchen was just staring at me with her puppy dog eyes, not sure what I wanted from her next.

"Hey maid-slut. I forgot to ask. How much money you have in your bank account right now?"

"Well... I... About 8 grand..."

"That's excellent. I'm currently broke so put 2k to my account. Okay?"

I saw she was fighting the urge to at least ask why. But she swallowed that down.

"Okay."

"Okay who?"

"Okay, master."

"Good. You know what, let's change that. I've always found "master" to be too detached. Call me... daddy."

"Okay... da-daddy."

"I think I already love the sound of that."

So I took a bus to MacArthur Park. Never was a fan of this place. Too many obnoxious people and families. But the place was goddamn pretty, I couldn't deny that. I mean I would've come here with Michelle more often, but she preffered to exercise alone. Nah, now that I think about it, no. I'm way too lazy for regular exercise.

Unlike Janice. She was a professional fitness instructor. And a complete bitch. Yes, even worse than Michelle.

And there she was.

Her number was -70. A lot of work ahead of me. But hey, she loved workouts so why not.

She was talking with Michelle and Maddy, until all three noticed me. Michelle and Maddy were wearing very nice looking exercise outfits, not that dissimilar from Janice's, maybe less skimpy though. Immediately Janice got that snide look on her face.

"Oh hey Jack. Never thought I'd see you again.", her tone implicating that she was more than happy with that being the case.

"Oh yeah, you too. How's the gym doing?"

She wasn't just a fitness instructor, she owned the gym she worked at. A very successful gym, something that she didn't mind rubbing-

"Oh we're doing fucking awesome! Seriously more and more people drop in every day. There's already talk of expansion."

"Yeah yeah Janice," Michelle piped up, "Nobody cares. We're here just to exercise."

"Well, he asked!"

"Well, he should have known better." I got the distinct feeling that Michelle wasn't still too happy about me asking for her and Maddy to help with my erection. Either that or being made to pose for a lesbian photo for my amusement.

I gave Michelle an awkward smile and turned to Maddy. She seemed genuinely happy to see me. Which was a good place to start.

"Michelle. Maddy. Let's just, you know, try to get along today, okay?"

Maddy came up to me and gave me a small hug, which came out of nowhere. Even Michelle and Janice were surprised.

"Yeah. Let's. And I'm still sorry, Jack. I really am."

"...Me too. But you know it already." Michelle said, blushing a little.

Janice looked at both of them, not understanding what was going on here.

"What are you guys so sorry about?"

"None of your business, sis."

"Ouh-kay. Fine. Weird. By the way Jack, is that your exercise outfit?"

"Yeah. Something wrong with it?"

"No. I mean it's cool that you work for a fashion magazine, so maybe that's just some extremely retro thing or something. I mean the way it looks worn out and broken too, I guess it's part of the image?"

Did I mention she was a bitch?

She giggled to herself next to Michelle, trying to make her go too. But Michelle wasn't that into it. She smiled a little at Janice's comment, but her eyes mainly just avoided mine.

"I mean right, Michelle?" Janice was now sticking her elbow into her. Reminded me of the old times, when the two would always team up to make fun of me. Yeah I really loved Janice's visits. Especially when both of them got shit-drunk and couldn't stop laughing at me like hysteric hyenas.

"Yeah... Yeah, Jack's clothes are... old." Well that was a really low effort. She had trouble mocking me now. Could have been a multitude of reasons, her guilt and such, but then again her submission points had already risen to plus-side. Maybe I was seeing some nice effects of it.

Janice just puffed like Michelle's comment was really lame. Like it was.

"Okay people!" she clapped her hands together. "Let's get ready! Today, we'll start of pretty light, with a one-hour jog!. Everybody ready?" Jesus christ her job had really ingrained itself on to her personality.

But wait? One-hour jog? Light? Wow, wow, I couldn't...

"Aaaaand... Let's go!"

All three began jogging. I was so stunned, I couldn't move for a few seconds. Luckily Maddy slowed down a little to make sure I was keeping up, and encouraged me too follow. Oh God. This might've been the worst mistake of my life.