Back at your place, you're waiting for the second date to start

"I'm not in love or anything. I don't think we'll get married. I'm not going to hurt myself for her. I don't feel for her the way you guys feel for me. But... I want her to like me. You know what I mean?", you ask.

Your original Bag is gone, sent back to her original family weeks ago. At this point, you've started making the girls you want to keep get their tubes tied, but earlier you'd gone in raw, and while you didn't want to keep a pregnant sex toy you also felt vaguely uncomfortable with her getting rid of the kid. You're not sure what'll happen when you have to deal with the end results of that - maybe you'll just make someone adopt it - but that's a problem for another time.

Still, while she personally is gone, the idea she'd had about vests with tons of pockets was actually brilliant. A number of your girls are kitted out with those vests now, like the Toiletries girl you're talking to right now - Toiletries's original suggestion was to stick your toothbrush and comb up her ass, which horrifies the part of you that wears a mask to prevent illness when you go outside.

She reaches the toothbrush into your mouth to try to start brushing, but you grab it and brush yourself. Feels weird when one of your girls does it for you. "I understand, sir", she says. "Infatuation."

"Yeah, exactly! Infatuation!", you say, after spitting out your toothpaste. She waits patiently for a moment as you gargle, before you continue. "I'll try to impress her. I'll buy her food if that's what it means to impress her, or I'll let her have sex with you girls because it costs me nothing, or whatever. My whole life, I've been fed media telling me that a guy should impress and pursue girls - even if I've indulged myself recently, acting like this to win a girl over isn't alien to me." Done with your teeth, you head into the shower stall and turn the water on, and she joins you.

You relax, facing the showerhead, as she stands behind you. Taking out a bar of soap and rubbing it all over her hands and body, she starts cleaning you. Your front gets soaped up by her hands, while your back gets covered by her own-soaped up body. You relax into the feeling of hands across your chest and her breasts rubbing into your back - even after months of this, this still triggers a feeling of comfort on some sort of primal level. "Thing is, she's probably not unique. I'm sure there are other girls like her out there, because there's no way there's exactly one attractive woman immune to my charms. But even if she's not unique, she is rare, and I want to be the sort of person who wins something rare."

Toiletries has worked her way down your torso and is now kneeling, trying to soap up your thighs, her face pressed into your ass. Her voice is a little muffled as she talks. "Well", she says, in an accent as ambiguously foreign as her features are ambiguously ethnic. "If you want a girl who doesn't act like you're her world, I can act like that."

You roll your eyes, knowing she can't see it. "It wouldn't be real. You're straight and I've made you have sex with half a dozen women - I know I can do anything I want to you. You could feign ****, you could pretend you were only interested in me for selfish reasons - in the end, if I tied you up and left you in a homeless shelter as a gloryhole, you might be unhappy but you'd go along with it. That's the fundamental difference between you and her - I can take you any time I want, but if I screw up with her I screw up for real, which is what should happen with a real woman."

She starts cleaning your asshole with her tongue, and then working her way lower, to your taint. The sensation sends a shiver through your body, and another shiver comes when she starts soaping up your balls. You're not fully erect, but you're part of the way there. "You want to cum, right, sir?", she asks, "To make sure you last longer with your cute little date? Back when I was a real woman, my boyfriend would do that all the time, even though I told him I didn't care how long he lasted."

You agree, and she crawls between your legs, her whole body brushing against you as she passes through. On the other side, she soaps up your shaft and lets the shower water rinse it off, letting you rise to full mast from the touch, and then starts taking your member fully in her throat. Even with months of practice, you have to push the back of her head onto you to fully impale her, and while she squeaks instinctively, she doesn't protest. You start fucking her face, your balls slapping against her chin, and she happily goes along with the pace you're setting. When you cum, it's with her nose pressed against your stomach, and you shoot your load directly into her throat; she swallows completely, and when you let her off your shaft, she grins at you happily. "I hope you enjoy your date, sir", she says, and then notices you making a familiar motion with your dick.

When you pee on her, she has her eyes and mouth wide open. You direct your yellow stream to hit both, and she takes it like the most natural thing in the world. It takes a few seconds to finish peeing, and by the time it's over you get not just physical relief but the hit of satisfaction you've been getting recently when you pee on a woman - the sense of utter security that comes from doing something degrading you can think of to someone, only for her to smile at you and wish you well. You had not been into this earlier, but the more you've used your girls, the more **** a fetish you've had to try to get the same hit; you're not sure where that road will end, but it's a problem for your future self. "I hope so too", you say, leaning in to pat her head before remembering she's covered in pee. "Clean yourself off in the meantime."