A beautiful Saturday.

The day dawned clear and pleasant and I made it all the way to the shower before I remembered what had happened…I shoved the business card into my wallet and ignored it for now. I’d just have to trust they knew what they were doing and go on with my life. And certainly not obsessively count down the time until eight days were up.

I considered my pistol. I had a concealed carry permit, but didn’t routinely carry. Would it help? It’s easy to get yourself in trouble, especially if the GCPD doesn’t love you, and they didn’t love me at the moment…

In the end, I decided against it. I was better off relying on Intimidating Presence and my feet. This morning started pleasantly, with a text from Kianna, as always, but this time the photo was quite specific:

And after the lengthy description of some old myth about women being **** into submission by barbarians, she had a post-script this time.

Time for your check-up, mister.

I was due over at Asa’s at 1:00, but after eating breakfast, I had time for my check-up and lunch with Kianna.

And a text from Diamond, there was apparently going to be a reception at Jasmine’s house tomorrow, and I was invited, as the hero of the hour. Fortunately, a quick call and Batman’s warning meant that that was changed. She still wanted me there, but no big announcements would be made, or rewards given. Though she was mostly just glad I wasn’t going to go play bait. I agreed, though I wasn’t planning to tell her about the app at an event like that. Later was better. In person was better. Right? I wasn’t just stalling.

Breakfast was just some frozen waffles and leftover ham. I really needed to fix my diet, once I could be a bit more open, maybe Kianna would want to retire? She was a hell of a cook. And her living with me and Asa wouldn’t be suspicious once we were more publicly back together…or should we be publicly together? Pretending not to be for her fanbase would be a good explanation if anyone looked into it.

Despite not putting up that much content, the app meant Asa’s success was continuing. Well, that and her own beauty and talent. I checked and was surprised, she was still putting up content…when I looked a bit more closely, I realized it wasn’t live. She’d done a bunch of stuff and was posting it intermittently. Or maybe Andre was? No one was monitoring the comments though and the website was basic.

Maybe that was another route to ‘meet’ Skin? Maybe she could go freelance? As I was driving over, my phone buzzed again. A text from Skin.

Just woke up. Sore. Fuck, you’ve got the stamina of a fucking superhuman.

Comes with experience.

Cums from a lot. Winky, laughing emoji.

I actually laughed to myself. Then called Asa, she was onboard with ‘hiring’ Skin for website improvements and management.

Hey, can you do web design stuff too, besides all your other skill?

‘Course I can. Why?

My girlfriend’s is a bit static. If you can help out, I’m sure she could…reward you.

And you?

Oh, I think I can find something to share.

Like your girlfriend?

That depends on how good a job you do.

She’s fucking hot.

Indeed. Can you come over tonight, eight?

Not waiting three days?

Games are for the bedroom, not relationships.

My parents won’t love it…but fuck ‘em, I’ll be there.

Good.

Should I bring anything? Outfits? Toys?

Just yourself and your talents.

See you tonight!

Fuck. Okay, so first Kianna, then Asa and Jenna, then Asa and Skin…okay I could do this…