The 2nd Day - Morning

Sometimes it's a matter of Proximity.

I went ahead and bundled up, then went over to finally meet the girl next door.

I didn't suspect Kate of anything, but she was on the list. If she was married to Marshall then maybe I could kill two birds with one stone.

It was a short walk, to their perfect little house. It had a white picket fence and everything, it didn't used to.

I knocked on the perfect little door, under the awning, nice and safe from the snow. I heard the clitty clack of heels when the door finally opened.

I'm happy to report that I wasn't struck with divine lighting when I saw Kate again. My ancient feels didn't suddenly swell in my heart. Maybe much of that young love was for what she could have been. She could have been the first girl to see me, to know me, to love me. Could. Now another girl had taken that spot. A nice girl who opened me up in more ways than one, and made me happy in a way no one ever had before. But unfortunately she was human, and not some teenage fantasty. Inevitably she dissapointed me, and I dissapointed her, and we parted as the closest of friends as is the lesbian tradition. Then there were more girls, three more.

Still, Kate sure was pretty.

She still had full cheeks, and cute blonde hair. She'd let it grow out, and it was now tied up in a ponytail. The lovely woman in front of me was in a house coat, and looked at me with struggling, but unfamiliar green eyes. "Hey Kate." I waved and gave her a hint. Suddenly they lit up with understanding.

"Alice!" She cheered, and brought me in for a hug.

I hugged back.

I guess we were all huggers now.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, brining me into her home without a thought.

"I just bought the house next door." I said with a guilty smile.

She gasped. "That is so great!" I noticed her face was already fully made up, even in the morning. She bright red lipstick on and everything, not going for a natural look. "So you're back?”

I shrugged, and looked towards the exit. "I'm kind of back."

"You're not staying?" She looked confused. Who would buy a house and not stay in it?Well, the filthy rich up and down your local city, but I wasn't one of those. Just filthy.

"I don't know." I shrugged, then figured I was being vague and annoying added, "I guess I have two weeks to figure that out."

Then she smiled, this one was warm and welcoming. "Then let me give you a reason to stay." I flinched at that, half expecting her to undress and for me to follow. But no, instead she turned and headed towards the kitchen. She'd been baking something, I could smell the warm sugar from outside the house. I followed. Half her kitchen was dominated by lights, a camera, and some blinds to catch and reflect the light. There were a few cameras actually, and some of the walls had sound absorbing material fitted to them.

So this is where the magic happened.

"When I was making these this morning I was thinking of you, and how they were your favorite." She put on a pair of ovenmits, and sliced into a sheet of something, lemon bars. My mouth watered on reflex, as she slowly took a bar out, and placed it on a plate, before handing it to me. Everything was precise, clock work, made to be observed and appreciated.

"No way." I smiled, not hesitating at all the shove the thing in my face. Ugh drool pooled under my tongue, and a shiver ran down my jaw as the sour lemon curd melted in my mouth. "Yes." I moaned, taking bite after bite. "You still got it."

"Yes I do." She smiled and held up her phone.

Quest Complete! - Bake a Tray of Lemon Bars.

Welp, that ruined the mood.

"Oh." I said fearfully. "You have that too."

She gasped again, and smiled. "Isn't it great? I don't know what I ever did before I had it." She set her phone down on the counter. "What class are you?"

"Class?" I asked, tilting my head.

"Yeah when you get to level 5 you get a class. Mine is House Wife naturally." She tilted her head back and fort in a little show of pride. "Marshall hasn't gotten his yet. I'd get him for you, but he just got home from work. I don't want to wake him."

"It's fine." I said. "Eric said he was working at night. But what does a class do, exactly? I'm a little confused I'm only level 2."

She shrugs like it's no big deal. I can tell she feels a little good about being such a high level. The shy little girl I used to know is hard to see in this confident woman I'm now dealing with. "I think it gives you rewards that kind of hewn towards your class. I get a lot of boosts for cooking and cleaning."

"I see." They're all going to have the app aren't they?

"Do you mind if we talk while I'm on the treadmill. I was working out before you got here."

"No problem." I said, loading out on another lemon bar and following her into the den, where T.V was playing youtube videos.

She politely shut it off, then doffed her house coat. It fell to the ground around her and revealed some very tight black tights, and a purple sports top. Stunning, I was stunned. She climbed up on the treadmill, and I wasn't sure if I was drooling from the lemon, or the woman. There was still none of those heartbreaking, world defining childhood feelings I once felt for her, but there was no a very adult feeling for at least her body. "Sorry gotta do this an hour a day for bonus points."

"Gotta keep fit." I say absently tracing the curve of her ass, down to her calves and... "You do it in heels?" I noticed.

"That's the mission." She says, flashing her phone towards me. "Heel training. Gotta walk an hour a day in them." At quite the pace. "It's a daily mission."

"What's the reward?" I ask. I hadn't gotten any daily quests.

"Points towards a level up." She said, sorting through a list in her mind. "And tomorrow, I'll have done it for a week straight. So my Heel Novice Perk will go to Heel Expert. That lets me be more comfortable in heels, have better balance, stuff like that."

"Oh cool..." I found myself getting a little sad. Someone really was building a harem, and Kate was letting herself get molded into some Stepford fetish dream.

"Did you really come all this way to talk about some app?"

"It's a pretty impressive app!" I say.

She giggles. "That it is."

"How did you get it?" I asked, then answered for her. "It just appeared on your phone one day, right?"

She cocked her head. "No. Marshall invited me to it. But yeah, it just appeared on his phone."

"You can invite people?"

"Yeah but you don't get points for them." She sighs. "Wouldn't that be cool?" I could share it with all my fans and collect points from them! Then I wouldn't have to do all this walking!" She shrugs. "Not that it matters, I don't even have any invite codes. I guess I'm a second class citizen on this thing." She says it with a smile.

"Hmm." I go through my phone, there is a page for sharing the app, deep in the menus, but I don't have any codes to share. It's blank for me." Hmm, well that makes Marshall highly suspicious. I chew on a lemon bar. I need to think.

I kill some time with Kate and she tells me all about her Tradwife enterprise. It's actually pretty impressive to hear her talk about it, and impressive to hear how much money she's made from it. Enough to set her parents up in style, in Vermont. All for the low low price selling out the female sex. Which I'm not even sure is a thought to her. During the conversation the question on the tip of my tongue is whether she believes all of the stuff, or if it's just a grift. I'm scared to find out either way, so I keep my mouth shut and stuffed when the question fights to get out.

Either way she's very cleared eyed about it. There are a lot of lonely men in the world. Some have dreams of a submissive wife in the kitchen and some just dream of a wife. Eitherway they have more time and money than social urges and send her money for all sorts of things. She's practically an onlyfan's model, and I don't think she would deny that. Her free content is her cooking, cleaning, meditating on the place of a woman in the world and a household. While her paid content is her showing off outfits, and some very popular montages of her trying on and show off her shoe collection.

God bless America.

I could have saved her! If I just bucked up the courage and asked her out, we could be married with five cats, owning a weed bakery in Colorado. She'd have dreads, I'd be a hundred pounds heavier, and the cats would be so happy. Alas, now she as hotter and richer than ever, and so entrenched in the icky side of politics it wrapped back around to being kind of hot. Grabbing her ponytail, putting her between my legs and getting her addicted to pussy, now that was a liberal agenda I could campaign on.

Don't worry that wasn't the app making me think those things.

I came by my lust for women honestly.

Then yeah.

I shared a little by of my recent history.

This is going to be annoying to recount to you, but...

You know what, fuck it. You don't need to know, and I doubt you want to know.

I yammered, alright? For a good twenty minutes about the last few years. Then just like that she was all caught up on my life, and I could go back to grilling her about the app.

Honestly during most of the time I was trying hard to not be hypnotized by her legs. Left right left right on and on they went at a sub-jog speed. The woman was a machine in those heels. Her legs just looked so perfect.

“Has the app ever… made you do something against your will?”

She laughed. “Everyday I walk a mile in heels.”

I was quite charmed by that. I don’t remember Kate ever being clever. She was kind and smart, but not clever. I found myself wondering if I could be friends with this woman. This beautiful confident woman who’d built herself out of the shell of the girl I used to try to peer at through my window.

“No I mean…” could I say it?

“What’s up?” She killed the treadmill, and dismounted, her quest now satisfied. She slung a towel over her shoulder, and dabbed her face on the tail.

“Has it ever… taken control away from you? Like… has it ever made you have sex with someone?”

“What?” She blushed and looked aghast. “What are you saying?”

Now I was blushing. Shame. This felt a lot like shame. “Never?” I squeaked out.

“No.” She reached out to me. “Are you…”

“It’s fine.” I brush her away. “I was just wondering. The App kind of scares me.”

She doesn’t buy it, but she isn’t quite so confident now to keep pushing me on it. “It is kind of scary.” She agreed. “But you don’t have to use it.”

I sighed and nodded my insincere agreement.

That did it for me. Either Kate was another victim in this. Or I was more taken by her than I’d thought.

Were there any hints I was missing between the taps of her heels? Could she be an evil mastermind? She was manipulating a quarter of a million people online. What was six more?

No.

Somewhere under that makeup, and killer bod was still the kind girl I knew. I believed her.

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Two down, five to go!

Who should Alice Meet Next?

Eric

Blair

Kate

Marshall

Blessing

Ginger