Mia Lozano - Day Off

If the last two days were a marathon of bouncing between Mia's (expanding) circle of suitors and Doctor's, today seemed, from Mia's point of view, to be one where she could relax. The only thing on her schedule was going to the gym in the morning, and that was enjoyable enough to not seem like a burden. Senor Prince would at Tanya's house in about 15 minutes, and Mia, without a thought to it, opened her dresser to put on the sporty clothes.

Empty.

Shit. All clothes Richard had given her were thrown in the laundry hamper, and the few clothes of her own were below that. Which meant Mia Lozano needed to do laundry ....

Fuck.

Mia Lozano: Richard. Yo need 2 due laundry. Yo tengo sorry !

Richard Prince had just pulled out of his driveway, and smiled to himself; he could play with the cards given to him. He shot off a text to Mia assuring her he could wait at her place, grabbed coffee for the both of them. Meanwhile, Mia was struggling to shove close to 3 weeks worth of clothes into the washer, surprised Tanya had done none of it. The washer was just starting when Richard arrived, and Mia was downing her needed pills.

"Mi Favorito." Mia said with a smile as she sipped her coffee. Sweet, sweeter than she'd remembered, but delicious in it's own way. Her only outfit left had been one pair of jeans, heels, her bra, a waist trainer and a stolen sweater from Tanya. It was tight in the chest.

The two talked a bit, and Mia stood up; whether it was her pills making her just a bit nervous or what, she just couldn't sit still! Breakfast came to mind. That became her mind's laser focus, and Richard nodded his head at the offer.

For all the jokes of burning toast, Mia legitimately got lost in conversation, and came out to a fire hazard. Taking the charred toast from the toaster, she covered her mouth with her hand, and looked at Richard, who rubbed his forehead in surprise.

"I was just kidding about wanting burnt toast...." Richard said with a coy grin. If he thought it was funny, Mia thought it terribly unfunny, especially since she had actually been trying to cook.

"Senor Richard, perdon, perdon, I.....am not a, como se dice, chef?" Mia said with genuine embarrassment.

Tanya creeped via audio on her 'boy'friends breakfast experience with the older man - one word to use was weird, another might have been romantic, depending on who knew who was a male. Richard instructed Mia on how to be a basic, functional adult, and the two cooked breakfast together, the only interruption to their time together being the loud DING of the dryer. That seemed to remind the two that they were there for a reason, but as Mia began to turn to go to the laundry room, Richard put his hands around her waist.

"Mia. I'm sure the laundry can wait." He said with seriousness, kissing her neck from behind.

Simon Finch, for the millionth time in the past few weeks, didn't know what was going through his head, but he let himself be pulled in by Richard. It was hard to stop the man from holding her, and even hard not to notice the erection against her ass, even with the denim of her jeans being in the way. The reflex that had been burned into her from the night with Jeremiah and Eric made her grind into him, with his reply more of the same.

Mia found her neck under a devouring **** by his teeth, moaning in shock, and then a hand grabbing her jeans front button. If there had been a time to stop whatever was about to happen, it was now, but Mia's mind was a mixture of incompatible **** and pent up horniness, meaning the only pleading she did were pathetic mewls.

The jeans belt made an audible noise when it hit the ground, and Richard's hands quickly shifted up from her hips and into the tight sweater.

"No panties today, Princess?" He said as he snaked his hands up and roughly grabbed her tits. "But a bra."

Mia could only mutter a half pronounced word in reply to his light teasing. "Laund-...."

Richard's athletic shorts needed little effort to allow his cock to pop out, and he needed little time to shove his cock in Mia's swelled ass. The yoga pants didn't do it justice. It wasn't close to Mary's, yet, but damn was it better than nothing.

For sometime, Tanya heard feminine moans, masculine grunts, and soft movements as she listened into the anal sex occurring. If she weren't in her car in front of the house, she'd be jilling herself off, but in any event, she wasn't going to interrupt Simon being railed. Holy shit, to imagine not just fingers up there, but an actual, real, dick. How many times had Simon tried to satisfy her with anal to no avail?

"Sen-senor, I....clean up." Mia's still airy voice said, interrupting Tanya's daydream, and making her realize she'd missed a key part of the encounter. When she saw Mia walking out of the house with Richard some time later in bright pink yoga pants and a sports bra, she grinned.

Mia Lozano was relieved when her sex with Richard was over, if only from the horrible headache she'd been having. After cumming from her time with Richard, she'd fled to the bathroom, cleaned herself up, stared in the mirror, and popped her (by now), usual pills. One even said it could treat 'migraines and symptoms of...'. She didn't care what the rest said, taking more than recommended.

Zoning out into another realm, she floated between talking to Richard, working out, and stopping herself from getting hard at the encounter she'd just had. The prosthetic would hide it, sure, but Simon's dick was still there, confused at why exactly it was getting hard from the memory of having her jeans yanked down, a dick following quickly, and then one hand groping her ass and another fondling her tits.

Mia figured it better to focus on the workout then consider that thought too deeply.

Both of them were soaked in sweat as they worked their way out to Richard's car, who looked annoyed; he apologized, but she couldn't come over today, seeing as he had to work on a project and his son was throwing a party. Simon Finch sighed in relief, and surrendered himself to a deep kiss with Richard in the car - Richard followed Mia into the house with a cardboard case, not tired from his arm workout as he lugged it in.

He departed afterwards, briefly saying hi to Mia's roommate, and gave Mia one last ass grab and kiss.

Tanya already had lunch, politely refusing the Thicc-Quicc from Mia, but allowed her to finish two and a protein bar before bringing up the fact that two slices of pure black toast were in the toaster.

"Mia, did you do this? Can you make sure to clean up when you're cooking breakfast for your boyfriends?" Tanya asked with a smirk.

"S-si." Mia replied. She didn't want to really talk to Tanya. Where they stood now, just a few hours prior, she'd been fucked in the ass. Cool. Calm. Collected. Don't let Tanya know.

"Also, you really do need to learn how to cook, Simon. I don't care that in NYU you could go out to eat on your meal card every day, and that I usually cook or get us food, you're next to useless in the kitchen." Tanya said.

"Babe, I...-" Simon's voice came out hoarsely, as if Mia Lozano were pretending to be Simon Finch, and not the other route.

"Simon, shush." Tanya said, and Mia Lozano meekly nodded. "I don't know, look up some recipes, cook food, whatever, but I'm not your mother. Now, Mia Lozano and my dad have been talking, yes?"

Mia Lozano went over the details she assumed Tanya didn't know. For everything Simon had done to Tanya, she did tell the whole truth to Tanya, who nodded and smiled.

"Great, great. Now, what you need to do is ask him on a date, hype him up." Tanya said. Mia looked shocked and horrified.

"Oh, relax Mia. You're hyping him up, then I'll get involved, convince him to go with another girl, and boom. Our plan will work amazingly." Tanya said. "Any problems with that?"

From the fire behind Tanya's eyes, Mia grew worried, and she did little but meekly agree once more, and plop herself on the sofa. Tanya watched as she grew immersed in her Spanish lessons, then Spanish Soap Opera's, and finally, swiping through the dating app as Tanya had requested.

"Good, good, I'm genuinely glad they have fully healed. Now...." Eric smiled with boyish playfulness out of place with his Doctoral dress. "...your breasts are not the reason for our visit."

"Que?" Mia asked with a head tilt.

"Close your eyes, if you would." Eric said, and repeated the things he'd done when they'd first met; the only thing that changed was that Mia sat in a hospital gown, feeling the weight of her breasts without a bra, and quite shy regarding the scanty gown.

"Odd."

"Odd? Senor Doctor, uhm, como se dice?" Mia asked. Usually a doctor saying odd was no good sign.

"Well, the recovery cream we've been using for your face very, very rarely has a side effect of skin bleaching. It's only been documented among males...." Eric held his breath. "...and amongst Asian populations. It hampers melanin in your skin, basically. But it's occurred in you."

Mia Lozano felt very fragile sitting in that hospital gown. Still, a joke spilled forth. "El Doctor, tu are not saying I am...como se dice, mannish?"

Eric laughed. "No, no. But I am saying you need more sunlight than usual to make up for whatever side-effects are ailing you. I don't usually recommend tanning salons, but for you..." He took Mia's pale (to him) hand. "...I'd say it might help. Please, come with me briefly."

Mia followed him into the confusing maze of the Doctor's office, with a nurse helping her to strip and enter a tanning bed. It was odd a dermatologist had one of these in his office, but Mia accepted it readily enough, sleeping in the tanning bed. She was awoken by the same nurse, driven back home by Tanya, and passed out on the couch when she returned.

After her talk with Tanya yesterday, she'd tried to cook dinner, failed quite easily at boiling the two of them ramen (hadn't she done that in college?), admitted Tanya was right, and ordered food out. Then Tanya had done their nightly ritual of shoving her fingers up her ass as she squealed, and then the two slept quite peacefully; Tanya took Mia to her Doctor's appointment early in the morning, but graciously allowed her to enjoy the Thursday off.

Well, 'off' so far as she spent it working on her character of Mia Lozano, or searching for jobs for Simon Finch. The keylogger on Mia's laptop allowed Tanya pretty easy viewing of the search results.

Jobs near me

Acting jobs near me

Short-term gigs

Jobs

Best jobs for NYU grads

Tanya watched as those search results stopped, and then everything paused for a hour after the next search.

Spanish4U.c0m

She decided to text Mia, suggesting an idea remotely - get a job as Mia Lozano?

Tanya Cherith: Mia, hope your job search is going well - you find anything for yourself yet?

Mia Lozano: Uhmm....no seniorita.

Tanya shot a link of local jobs for immigrants to Mia, but she knew she didn't click it, meaning Tanya would need another strategy. Whatever. She could at least make Mia do something productive with her day. After a quick phonecall where Tanya told Mia to work on her catfishing for a bit, she got to witness first hand the lengths Mia now would go to please Tanya.

Mia slept. She'd be hopping between focus on the dating app, checking if Senor Cherith had responded to her message the day before, spanish lessons, and the TV show. Things grabbed her focus even in her dreams. First popped up the message she and Tanya had written.

Mia Lozano: Senor Cherith, tu r quite the, como se dice, gentlemen? When tu wishes too go on an outing, I'd like :)

It was rough, but then again, Mia was supposed to not know English perfectly.

Then came the thirsty men she'd been leading on, some prospects for days, and somewhere, deep in a part she might not admit, she was enjoying it. The idea of money from something as simple as baiting dudes.

Th@TGymD00d: Shit, I'll buy a tank top, but I better see u in it ;)

BrockLux: We've been talking 4 3 days....idk. how do i know u ain't some dude behind a screen lol

That one took a photo of Mia on the coach.

BrockLux: Shit, convinced me. When u wanna meet up mama.....

All together, Mia Lozano after close to six hours of trawling the sea's of dating apps, had gotten three new pairs of yoga pants, a necklace from a site Tanya liked, a gym shirt, a forty dollar amazon giftcard, and countless, countless, innumerable dick pictures. Only one was smaller than Simon Finch's dick.

But Mia Lozano tried not to let her subconscious think about that, struggling and failing over and over, laying on the couch. Her mind was shifting, her brain hurting even as she slept, the medicine and supplement combination mixing with her profuse drinking of Strawberry Thicc-Quicc, bringing up phantom memories of porn shoots, of being banged in the ass, of Tanya's fingers, of cum in her ey-....

Mia finally slept without any dreams.

She awoke the next day only when Tanya shook her awake at sunrise.