End of Day, Finally

Vanessa was definitely already gone for the day, and if Dayana was still in the building, she was embroiled in fixing some disaster for one of the restaurants or the meals being served up in the ballrooms, so I didn’t bother trying to find someone to decompress with. Instead, I headed down to my office, kept the light off, and sat at my desk.

That whole fucking thing had been… yikes. And Wow. But mostly yikes.

Cattie had sent me a set of emotes to let me know she’d arrived back in Portland safe and sound, and the hearts afterwards that she loved me. I sent her back a set of black and red hearts. Cass had left a little later and had a bit longer flight, but I was expecting to hear from her soon as well.

Becca had texted me that she was still on standby for Wanda, but hadn’t heard anything other than a quick ‘I’m safe’ check-in text that they’d arranged beforehand.

The rest of the girls were trying to follow the ‘rules’ of my ‘Bro Dude’ weekend.

I wanted to talk to them, get their reactions to the wildness of my day. Some of them would be shocked and laugh, others would probably be turned on. Zenya would laugh her ass off. Becca would see the same concerning things that I had, and would have questions.

But… I was OK. Nothing had happened - well, other than a quick groping by Vera of my cock through my pants, which was technically sexual ****, but I was gonna let that one go. She was a gorgeous, sweet woman; it was tough not to take that as a compliment. She was also so intriguing.

I could handle this without decompressing with one of my girlfriends. And if this was supposed to be my Dude Bro weekend, the best way to do that would be to hit the gym.

It was a little sad, breaking my new tradition of calling one of them when I got in the car at the end of the day. I’d already gotten used to it after a few days. I’d also gotten used to coming home to Cassidy and Cattie both waiting for me, and entering our dark, quiet home was a little lonely. I went and changed into some workout clothes, grabbed my gym bag, and headed back out the door, jogging the five blocks to the gym Cass and I had memberships at. I didn’t want to push myself too hard after a week and a half of not working out, so I kept things light with the weights, trying not to think about work or women.

Two weeks ago, the only woman I’d really had on my mind was Cassidy. The only one I daydreamed about. Now I had… too many. I could picture each of my girlfriends in my mind. Their bodies, their smiles, their eyes. I wanted to feel them, touch them. Fuck, I wanted to smell them. Their perfumes, their shampoo. I wanted to bury my nose in each of their hair as I held them and inhale that intimacy.

They weren’t the only women dancing through my thoughts, though.

Was Dayana acting more flirty than before? Or had I been missing flirtiness before now?

Vanessa had given me a couple of looks that had been different, and she’d done that stretching thing today in her tight dress shirt. Was our relationship just becoming more casually comfortable, and the Hotel Ice Queen was relaxing even more around me, or had that been something?

Ada, openly letting me know that she’d be happy for me to fuck her ass.

Luna, offered to me like I was some antiquity King being handed a virgin in trade for some offence between nations.

Vera. Fucking Vera. A Russian goddess if there ever was one.

Hitting the pool sooner than later became a priority for me, and the cold water and familiar ache of swimming laps helped flush it all out of my system.

I had a beautiful fiancee who loved me so hard. I had two amazing girlfriends, each one complimenting me so well. And I had five other women who all agreed that we were in a relationship, we just hadn’t put an official label on us yet.

They were my girls. Robbie’s Girls.

Eight of them.

Why the hell was I even considering something with anybody else? And especially a crazy Russian or her hot assistants?

By the time I was walking home, I felt a lot better.

I needed to jerk off something fucking fierce, but I was feeling more sure about everything that had happened.

Then I got home, made dinner, and found myself feeling… alone. Again.

The house was quiet.

I played some music, and it helped a little, but only a little.

Not feeling like sitting down in front of the TV and watching something while I ate, I sighed as I set the kitchen table for one.

It wasn’t until I got to the utensils drawer that I noticed the notebook sitting at one end of the counter. I’d never seen it before, and I picked it up with a frown - was it Cattie’s and she’d left it? I felt like an idiot as I opened it and saw what it was.

Cassidy’s notes that she’d been taking for me about the App. Transcribing it by hand since the fucking magic made it so I couldn’t see a single thing if she showed me. She couldn’t even take a screenshot of it.

My fiancee had written a note on the first page of the notebook in her neat print.

*‘Hey Tiger,

I love you. I hope this works and you can get a better idea of what I’ve been looking at this whole time. You’re my everything, I’m still SO sorry that I let this thing… yeah. But I can’t just blame it, I did those things. This App just made me able to do them. Hopefully this is just the start to us figuring things out.

I love you so, SOSOSOSOSO much.

Cassidy.’*

I managed not to turn the page yet. Instead, I set the notebook down on the kitchen table and went and finished cooking my dinner, plating it and cracking open a beer to go with it. Then I sat down in my spot at the table, took a breath, and sipped the beer, before flipping the notebook back open and re-reading my fiancee’s words.

Then, and only then, I flipped the page.

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