An Embarrassment of Options

I laid in bed and waited for fatigue to take me. I was never to be tired again of course, thanks to the new avatar gems, but I had assumed I'd still need sleep to rest the mind...

... only, even in pitch darkness, even though the hour was crazy late, I was somehow still wide awake in bed. That small worry--that I'd never sleep again--was apparently a reality, or else I just needed to get tired. I read the avatar benefit again.

Sexual Healing: Sex with Custom Girls restores User's regular and sexual health and stamina.

Maybe... this would be okay, somehow? But if I'm going to be a 24-hour sex machine, then... well, what now? I'm left laying in my bed, wide-awake and alone, as I contemplate what to do with my newfound power and the ability to make desires real... and the fact that most or all of my Girls were asleep by now. The time is 2:13AM, for crying out loud. I decide to burn some time and check on how Ms. Lia's video is doing now that it's a new day.

DAILY BOUNTIES
Cause 100 orgasms before noon: COMPLETED. 30 GEMS AWARDED.
Arouse at least 5 Custom Girls: COMPLETED. 10 GEMS AWARDED.
Acquire a new Custom Girl: 0/1. 10-GEM AWARD.

GEMS: 87/200

So that's Mom, Alice, probably Sophia in some residual way, Ms. Green, and Ms. Hatts... Hell, could've been any of the girls now that a magical video was on the loose. I had paid such short shrift to most of the Girls--far away and in their own lives--that I now wondered if getting in my car and paying any a visit would...

What, and explain it to their parents that they all likely lived with? Even if I knew where Ms. Green lived, she's nowhere near dominated enough to just waltz into her house for a good time. No, I'll need more advance planning if I'm to use any of my Custom Girls at this hour. That or... I could find a new Custom Girl. It seems absurd when I can't even humor the nine I have, but a woman who could keep me company at night... I mean at the very least it meant no one from home or school, since they all lived normal lives in normal hours. So I need a "night shift" girl... but who?

Suddenly emboldened beyond anything I'd ever dare in the past, I get a fresh shower, dress up in jeans and one of only three dress shirts I own, and sneak out of the house. If my car woke anyone up to alarm, I'd get a quick phone call about it, surely... but I'm an adult, I've got a license, and I've got my purpose to be out on a Wednesday "morning." I'm finally going to recruit my tenth Custom Girl...

... I just don't know who she is yet.

Derek's Diner, 3:59AM

I'm an idiot.

My town was far from small, but it was no New York or Los Angeles; the vast majority of the city did, in fact, sleep at night. Wednesday night was also not the night for exceptions to this rule: all I managed to find on my drive around town were a strip club, some gas station cashiers, and the diners that still operated at this hour.

The strip club seemed like an obvious choice at first: those girls would be talented in bed, strong, and be a great vector to get people horny. The gem health program would also ensure they were clean as long as I blew enough gems on them. Unfortunately, as the burly bouncer at the front of the Booty Trap "explained," I had to wait a bit under 3 more years to get in. Finding no convenient strippers loitering outside, I had to abandon that idea for now. My car pulled out of that seedy lot under the baleful watch of the thick-armed guard the whole time, as far as I could tell.

Gas station cashiers and similar employees were also basically out, though not for want of availability: although they were working tonight, they probably had fairly irregular hours... and at a glance, none were particularly enticing. The closest that came to enticing was a girl with a “Wendy” tag on her flat chest and a toothy smile and a wink from behind the bulletproof glass that encased her at this hour. Despite that short distance, however, I found no girl in range... and another glance at her strong chin and broad shoulders made me guess again.

I have nothing against trans women, of course, though sex if they still had a... well, nevermind that question. The point was that the app apparently did discriminate against the only cute woman I found working the pumps that night. I politely smiled and walked away, defeated.

That left diners (whose employees were somehow all wart-faced elders or haggard men at this hour) and that's where I ended up parking myself after throwing in the towel. I admit I only visited the one, but the night had put more doubt into my mission than I had when I left the house.

That's how and why I'm now sitting in a booth with wide eyes among the few sleepy inhabitants of the place. I catch glimpses of an old woman in the kitchen, and neither the hostess nor the two waitresses I spot seem to be a day younger than 60.

As I sink into the chair and sip my cola (the entirety of my order, much to the irritation of Gabriella, the frog-faced waitress assigned to me), I am left counting a total of five men and seven women in this miserable place at this admittedly miserable hour.

Three of the girls form a gaggle at the round booth in the corner, and I can recognize at least one of them as a popular sophomore from my school. The other two are unknown to me, but their absence on the app confirms they’re all minors. Two of the other women are sitting next to their men, either one a bulky danger I have no interest in tangling with. But where five were beyond reach, the two that remained brought a seed of hope into my hopeless search.

One of them, an albino woman with shock-white hair, wears pink nurse scrubs and pours herself what was probably her third cup of coffee out of the stainless steel carafe the waitress left at her table. Her hands shake as she drinks, and she just keeps staring at the table. At first my mind believes she’s creepily staring into the void, but something in the wrinkle of her brow speaks of grief or trauma. My concern for her disposition is briefly put away as I check her out on the app. She’s shapely in a way the scrubs hide well based on the outline. Her Custom options are pretty damn specific:

IVETTE SINCLAIR
User can designate "long-term" care patients subject must treat as her patients no matter their location or health; one patient per rank purchased: 5 gems/rank.
User can give her a health check-up once per day and she'll believe whatever he says about the nature of his examinations: 40 gems.
Her bedside manner will include handjobs or head as a regular service: 50 gems.
She craves at least one spoonful of bodily fluids from another per hour and gets more **** as her craving piles up: 25 gems.
Her sensitivity increases based on how much of her skin is visible, with total nudity equating to twenty times sensitivity: 60 gems.
Her breasts increase or decrease by up to three cup sizes depending on the phase of the moon: 15 gems.
Her breasts increase to D-cup: 5 gems.
Every patient is driven to slap her ass the moment she is in range at least once per day: 12 gems.
She cannot be fired or moved from her night shift at the hospital: 5 gems.
She becomes baby-crazy based on her menstrual cycle: 15 gems.
She'll encourage patients to have sex as a method of healing: 5 gems.
Stress makes her prone to accepting sexual advances as a means of instant relief: 10 gems.

My own night-shift nurse, albino and at least moderately stacked, was probably in her late 20's just based on what I see of her. Her white hair is cut short in a barely-tamed bob and her pink eyes find mine staring at her before flicking back to the table. She's probably used to people staring, given her complexion and features, and I can't say I'm turned away by them.

The other girl is pretty damn normal by comparison. The orange-haired woman is buried in her laptop and three separate, stained mugs of coffee, sans the carafe. An annoyed waitress eventually brings her a fourth mug for which she barely offers some token thanks. Not nearly as stacked, she nonetheless has a gorgeous face from underneath the messy locks of orange and the thick-rimmed glasses she wears. Her eyes are hard to see from here but it’s clear she’s utterly
enthralled by her typing. Hell, she doesn’t even pause to glance back at my leering. I give her options a read as well:

BELLE DAISY CORTEZ
Sexual phenomenon she writes can, for 24 hours thereafter, occur with her own body as long as it would not severely injure or kill her: 100 gems.
All her writing becomes devoted to creating smut: 5 gems.
She remains oblivious to, and forgets, things other people do around her or with her body when she's writing and for up to five minutes after she stops: 45 gems.
Listening or reading about someone's sexual pleasure transfers the same to her depending on the intensity of the speech or writing: 20 gems.
She becomes inspired with ideas for writing whenever genitals are in or on her mouth: 2 gems.
Having an orgasm makes her a babbling, near-brainless mess for ten minutes: 10 gems.
Her breasts increase to C-cup: 1 gem.
She becomes aroused whenever she writes anything: 25 gems.
Her hands and feet become extremely sensitive erogenous zones when bared: 10 gems.
User can summon her from up to 10 miles away and she will appear within one minutes regardless of distance or need; 1/day: 15 gems.
User can read a piece of smut she has written to her to both deeply arouse and humiliate her: 30 gems.

The writer's clothing comes in a single layer of ragged t-shirt and jeans, and something tells me they never come any other way. Her options were also hyper-focused in a strange way, and she's almost too pretty to pass up. Glancing between them, there's always the option to take both and see how far I can get on my 87 gems... but no, I need to stop collecting girls and putting only minimal gems into them! Hell, maybe I shouldn’t even take a tenth... maybe I should try and wait until one of my girls becomes nocturnal-

And then the third option strolls in.

The app doesn't tell me she's a prostitute, but it's hard to imagine any other profession. A tube-top that barely hid the nipples on her fat, light-brown tits; a leather skirt that gladly teased a pepper-red thong below; thigh-high boots with stiletto heels, each leading up to one leg of torn-up fishnet stockings; and heavy make-up that sparkles in the diner light. It's hard to figure if she's Pacific or Indian, but she's definitely out-of-place in the diner as she angrily strolls in and seats herself in the booth behind me. She smells of some mix of cheap perfume, Axe bodyspray, and sex, which proves a noxious combination capable of ruining even my solemn meal of soda. With wide eyes I find her on Custom Girls. Her options are... well...

DIWA JASMINE ALCANTARA
Once per day, she can talk another woman into selling her sex for money based on how much they value themselves: 15 gems.
She’ll accept any price for any sexual service from User or people User designates: 10 gems.
Her entire body becomes an erogenous zone: 4 gems.
She becomes aroused X times more easily, where X is the number of ranks of this customization: 3/rank
Her breasts increase to DD-cup: 1 gem.
Her ass doubles in size: 1 gem.
Her lips double in size and sensitivity: 1 gem.
Her vagina becomes constricting and ever-moist without her will or arousal: 3 gems.
User can dress her however he wants: 2 gems.
User can position her however he wants: 3 gems.
She always consents to sex, no matter her feeling on the matter or the partner(s): 8 gems.
She can transfer her arousal to another woman with a touch: 7 gems.
Orgasms become impossible without User’s consent: 3 gems.
Arousal builds inside her but never comes down until she comes: 2 gems.
She regains sexual and regular health and stamina from sex with anyone else: 10 gems.
She regains her appearance from when she was eighteen, plus any other purchases applying to her: 18 gems.
Hotkey: summon Custom Girl, unlimited, 500-mile range: 2 gems.
Hotkey: User can assign her a lover that she becomes obsessed with for 24 hours, once per day: 5 gems.
Hotkey: strips to nude, unlimited: 5 gems.

... so fucking cheap! Are all prostitutes this affordable?! My head is spinning as I imagine what buying her options out would entail or create... presuming I want her that badly over the rest. As it stands, I know even less about her than I do the other complete strangers; what if she has a violent pimp? What if any of them already have lovers?

And then there's that option I contemplated... the one where I just go home, play video games all night, and refocus on one or more of my existing Girls.