A nice morning.

Brad awoke to the smell of fresh coffee and eggs. D was sitting on the far side of the couch, reading a book and sipping coffee. She was clad in only an old pair of his boxers. When she felt him stirring, she put the book on his coffee table and turned to him.

"Morning, dude. You want some coffee? I made a pot."

Before he could respond, Monica entered with a mug of coffee and a plate of scrambled eggs. She was wearing nothing but a smile and a pair of red panties. "Actually, I made it on her behalf. I hope it's to your liking."

She set the food down in front of Brad then took a seat beside him. Her soft, warm breast against his forearm made his cock twitch. He grabbed the cup and took a sip, savoring the rich blend.

"What are you reading?" he asked D curiously. When she turned the book over, he was surprised to see The Stranger by Camus.

D noticed his surprise and shrugged, causing Brad's eyes to rest on her jiggling tits. "It's about the human condition, right? That seems like something I should learn more about. Also, it was the most interesting book I could find on your shelf."

"Why are you reading at all?" Brad asked, struggling and failing to raise his eyeline. D deliberately crossed her arms over her breasts, but he just stared at her deep cleavage.

"Because you didn't make me illiterate," she said. "Obviously. I'm your buddy, right? If you like Camus so much I figured I'd give him a shot. So far it's kind of boring."

"...I haven't actually read it," Brad admitted. "I just got it to impress people."

"Hopefully you're better at impressing people than you are at impressing golems," D said sarcastically. "Oh, and I borrowed your underwear. I was getting sick of those stupid panties riding up my asscrack. It's bad enough nobody will make eye contact with me, I might as well be comfortable while I'm getting ogled."

"I'll make eye contact with you," Monica offered helpfully.

"Nobody real," D countered. Monica smiled and nodded pleasantly. She leaned against Brad and gently rubbed his chest. He raised his eyebrows at D, who shrugged again.

"I like her in comfort mode. Speaking of which, we've only got a few days left. Are you gonna buy her or what?"

Brad looked down at Monica. She was humming contentedly, unconcerned with the conversation about purchasing her. "I don't know... she's nice, but I don't think I need two golems."

"You don't," D said with a grin. "But I want one! Can you get her for me? Pleeease?"

She leaned forward and swayed her breasts back and forth slightly. Brad's eyes widened and his cock surged against his pajamas. D moved closer to him and took one of his hands in hers, then pressed it against her right breast.

"I'll let you suck on my tits," she said. Her voice was soft and conspiratorial, as though she were sharing a dirty secret. "Shit, you can slap 'em around if you want."

"I could just unbind you," Brad pointed out breathlessly. D pressed his hand harder against herself and snaked her other hand down to slip under her underwear. Brad's heartrate accelerated as he watched her slowly begin to masturbate.

"You could," D admitted. "But you like me. You have fun with me! Wouldn't you like me to be around when you play with your toy? If you buy Monica, we can both experiment on her together."

"That sounds nice," Monica murmured softly. D instructed her to stand and take off her panties, which she did immediately. D stood behind her and snaked her arms around her belly, gently rocking her back and forth. They looked like a couple at a concert slowing swaying to a love ballad. Brad was entranced.

"Look, I'm still mostly a straight guy," D told Brad. "I don't mind having a roommate and of course I love it when you rail me, but I want a chick to fuck. I want this chick, specifically."

Monica cooed with pleasure, taking D's statement as a compliment. D gradually moved one hand down to Monica's bare vulva and began to tickle her upper edge. Monica moaned a little and closed her eyes, putting one hand behind her head to caress D's face. D smiled and continued.

"Besides, just look at this. Two physically perfect women enjoying each others' bodies, doing whatever you want, performing for you and you only. That doesn't appeal to you at all?"

Brad was struggling to concentrate with the display in front of him. He cleared his throat and offered one last weak bit of resistance. "It does, but that's a lot of money. If-"

D cut him off by shoving Monica crudely forward. The golem stumbled into Brad's lap, her breasts slamming into his face while soft belly pressed against his throbbing erection. D grabbed her breasts from behind and sat on Brad's knees. She pushed her body against Monica's, impaling her on Brad's member. Brad grunted in surprise as he entered Monica, who squealed with pleasure. The weight of two golems on his legs was cutting off circulation to his feet, but he didn't care.

Monica pulled away, then D slammed her from behind again. They quickly got into a simple rhythm - Monica pulled away and D thrust her back, pistoning her slit onto and off of Brad's dick. Meanwhile, D used her hands to squeeze Monica's tits together and shove them into Brad's face. After a minute of this, Brad let out a muffled grunt and his muscles locked as he filled Monica with his seed. A moment later, D and Monica were laying on the ground while Brad lay on the couch catching his breath.

"So," D said from the floor, her perfect skin glistening with sweat and flushed with arousal, "can I have her?"