Josie Date Night 1, Part 1: Several Hooks and a Hookup

Josie

Why am I so nervous?

Josie stands at the base of the stairs to the Master Suite. Tina apparently called it the colossus’ snatch; Scarlet, the ominous sex stairs. Either way, Josie felt intimidated. Her date is to start in 2 minutes. She takes a big swig of her electrolytes, grabs her gym bag, and starts to climb.

A banner hangs over the double doors to the Master Suite: “Worship Your Glorious Master!”. Josie attempts to open the door, but it seems to be locked. She checks the time on her phone. 6 o’clock on the dot. The screen is flashing red; “Warning: Failure to enter the Master Suite is grounds for immediate elimination.”

A heavily Greek accented voice reverberates through the stairwell behind her, “Just bow, you stupid whore! The doors will open when you bow!”

Josie, blushing red already, does a slight bow. Seeing it’s not enough, she goes lower. It takes her falling completely prostrate to the ground in a groveling pose before she hears the “click” of a door unlocking. She scrambles to the door and swings it wide-open. She feels a **** push her in and the door closes, locked, behind her. Josie wanders in, gym bag still on her shoulders. She takes in the sight; the ocean water in the walls have an eerie florescent tint to it, filling the room with a dim, sea green glow.

And there he is, standing in the eerie light in just a towel. They look at each other, thoughts and memories returning. Hopefully, he can’t see me blush.

He speaks first, “Sorry. Bad timing. Only got a 10 minute warning.”

“Not a bad look, old man. If only you were 10 years younger, waxed, and grew some tits...” Josie can’t help but tease.

“Ouch. Guess I deserved that. What’s the itinerary? Are we ready... to talk about it?”

“Fuck talking. I just need to hit something, ‘cause I can’t hit the crone without being blasted into another dimension. Let’s punch some stuff.”

“Unfortunately, I’m an old man that probably did 2 hours too long today,” he dryly responds, “So, I guess I’ll be your personal trainer for the evening. Let me go get dressed real quick.”

Scarlet

“Did the rest of your training go well?”

Scarlet eyes the naked bunny girl; a day into this situation and the redhead is already thinking about how to approach breaking her dry spell with her bedmate. That teasing video the bunny sent certainly got her in the mood.

“Pretty good, as far as first experiments go. The magic does randomly eat my clothes away, but it’ll always expose some skin. Extra layers just means smaller areas are exposed per spell. It’ll take more time to figure out all the limitations. How’d your reading go?”

Scarlet blushes, “Pretty awful. I learned how to read through tedious garbage without falling asleep in college. So...”

“Every time you started to read the rules, you’d just get horny and frustrated?” Tina predicts.

“Yup.”

“That sucks,” Tina’s breasts bounce as she plops down on the bed beside Scarlet, “Anything I can do to help?”

I can think of a couple of things, Scarlet fantasizes, starting to lean in for a kiss. Only to be rudely interrupted by a certain VStreemer.

“Hey, guys,” Indigo bellows as she noses her head in through what would be the doorway, “have either of you seen Skye? She hasn’t been back to the room all day. I haven’t seen her since that meeting this morning.”

Scarlet snaps, mad that whatever mood was there has been ruined by the loud-mouthed pervert, “You traumatized the girl last night and you are only worried about her now?”

“What are you...”

Before Indigo can finish the question, Tina starts to describe what she saw this morning, finishing with, “I saw Dinah trying to comfort her after the meeting when I headed to the lobby to test out my magic. I assume the doc is taking care of her. How about you think long and hard about what to say when you apologize to everyone tomorrow?”

With that, Indigo slumps her shoulders and walks away. Scarlet gives the bunny girl a sly smile, “Does that offer to help still stand?”

“I dunno. What were you thinking?”

“Well, I can learn new things, I just can’t relearn things from college. And I’ve never been a bridesmaid. I think I should learn how to be one. Just in case.”

Tina hops into Scarlet’s lap, “Well, first, you really need to shoot for the third bridesmaid spot. It’s the best one. For that, you gotta dress a whole lot sluttier than everyone else in the bridal party...”

Josie

Ugh. This is the worst.

Josie knows that Francis is one of the more... enthusiastic people at the gym. If he doesn’t feel like **** warmed over by the time the class is done, he feels like he hasn’t worked out hard enough. This has definitely bled into him being an impromptu trainer. It’s like how Amy was before I tamed her.

The worst part of it is that he isn’t aware of the “No touch” field which surrounds him. He has some of those punching mitts that he always complained the gym should have and is making her throw punches into them. Even with gloves on, every punch she throws activates the field. It feels like punching a brick wall bare knuckled. How do I tell him about it? How can I tell him about it?

When he switches over to the kicking shield, it gets a little better. A stray kick towards the arm holds will activate the field, but ones delivered straight down the middle are fine. Still, the random traveling exercises (bear crawls suck so much!) from him to the heavy bag and back is getting to her. About 40 minutes in, she’s had enough, “Can... we just... call it... for tonight?”

The old man is a little out of breath, too, “Sure. Dinner plan?”

Josie is already sprawled out on the mat, “Eat it?”

“I’ll cook something. Are you good with salmon? Shower is over there, if you want it. I don’t know how the shower system at the gym works, so you can just let me know if you want me to join in.”

Ouch, old man. Guess I deserved that.

Skye

“Ms. Dinah, I know you said I wouldn’t be a bother to sleep here, but do you have to...”

The older woman sighs, “Skye, it’s sometimes hard to read you, so sorry if I hurt your feelings here. Do you know where babies come from?”

“Of course I know where babies come from. When two wives love each other very much and get approval from the community priestess, they select a male from the community male supervision pen for breeding. Then one of the wives sits on the face of the male to stimulate his copulation organ. Once it is fully engorged, the other wife will sing prayers for a successful pregnancy and insert the copulation organ into her vagina. Then the two wives embrace as they ride the male until the male ejaculates. They try several times for a few weeks until the wife is pregnant. Sometimes the other wife wishes to give birth to a child at approximately the same time, like with my sister and her new wife, so they pick 2 males and each use one of them; sometimes the other wife will want to wait a bit, like with my moms.”

Dinah looks dumbfounded. Skye blushes and shrinks down a little, “Do you not do it that way?”

“Mechanically somewhat the same, but culturally very differently.”

“Oh,” Skye pauses for a beat, making a concerted effort to look into Dinah’s eyes, then asks, “I assume you asked about how we breed for a reason?”

“My transformation makes it so that I don’t need... a copulation organ to get pregnant. You could get me pregnant right now with a simple brush of your hand. Granted, the chances are relatively slim, maybe a few percentage points, but it is there. I need to save that for the professor, both because of the VP and the fact that many people off your farm are not exactly comfortable with 2 women making a baby.”

“But 2 women don’t make a baby. 2 women and a properly supervised male do.”

Dinah sighs again, “Magic breaks the rules of reality. That’s why I really need to wear them.”

Skye curls herself into a tight ball as she lays in the bed, “I understand. I just need to be as supportive of the change **** on you as you are to mine. Please, just don’t let them touch me?”

Dinah whispers in Skye’s ear as innocently as she can, “I’ll try.”