Return of the king

Going home to your apartment was perhaps a small slap of reality to you after just how unreal the last 24 hours had been.

You might have powers over every lesbian and gay girl you met, but your apartment was an absolute mess. Walking in through the front door, you could see that the floor hadn't been swept or mopped in weeks. The kitchen table was crowded with stuff that didn't belong in the kitchen. The living room had clothes strewn around, a sofa that had seen better days, who knew what was underneath the furniture, because you sure weren't looking down there at the moment.

The list was endless, and even though you knew on a conscious level that it wouldn't matter to your guests tonight, something inside you awoke and decided to clean the entire place.

So, you proceeded to clean the whole apartment from top to bottom. A first for you. Today seemed to be full of first times.

You started with going through the whole apartment and gathering up all the clothes you could find. You popped those into a large hamper which you then sorted out and set one batch to wash while you cleaned other things.

The entire apartment had a slight musty smell, which might be helped by opening the windows, you thought to yourself. So you opened the windows up for a few hours while you sorted things in the kitchen, your next location of conquest. Things in the kitchen had mostly piled up out of laziness on your end. Since you seldom cooked much for yourself, you ended up using most of the space in the kitchen for extra table space when you wanted to put something down.

You decided to sort away the piles of takeout boxes and dishes that covered the place. Every dish and piece of cutlery you could find was gathered, washed, and sorted, before being put away into drawers and cupboards that had laid empty for the longest time out of neglect.

Boxes and other items you didn't use frequently, or promised you would find some use for, you now had a new perspective given to you by the email. If it wasn't something you could see yourself having a use for in the immediate future, you packed away into a box. You also expanded your packing to include the living room, and left some boxes over for your bedroom, which would be the last place you cleaned.

There was a short break for lunch, you opened your fridge to realize that you really didn't eat all that much indoors or healthy. While you could probably afford to buy a couple more things to eat, the cooking ability was going to be harder to develop, you mused. Something you would have to figure out later. For now, you ate some bread which was one of the few things you bought and ate regularly in the apartment and was assured its freshness. Some jam on the top, and you enjoyed a small but delicious repast in your much neater kitchen.

After eating, it was back to cleaning. You decided to face the absolute mess that was your bedroom as soon as you put in another load of laundry and hung up the clothes you just took out to dry. Your bedroom was also musty, so you opened the window and put some music on while you cleaned.

As you sorted through the mess of things all over the floor and heaped assorted items, you were also sorting through things in your mind. This new cleaning spree of yours was a new leaf for you and rather uncharacteristic, as you're sure Sarah would crack jokes about. For most of your life, the failings in your love life had meant that while you made in through your education in fairly good shape and got a good job that paid well, you hadn't really bothered taking much care of your personal life. Much of yourself was rather like the state of your living quarters, unorganised and chaotic. A messy space where it was hard to find or understand things inside yourself or get things done because there was so much in the way.

You could remember so many times in your life where an opportunity for things to be different had come up and you found your personal failings getting in the way of what you wanted to do and achieve. Friendships, work opportunities, changes in life you failed to adjust to. It all reflected on the space you lived in, and suddenly now you were seeing things a little clearly.

The email hadn't fundamentally changed you in some way, at least not that you're aware of. You weren't becoming a better person overnight, you didn't think a "good" person would violently throatfuck a waitress until they almost passed out on top of a table at their workplace. But the sudden shift in your world around you was making you reflect more on yourself and your situation in life, and maybe it was shaking you out of some of that apathy you had been holding onto for so long.

So as you pushed boxes of things away into your wardrobe and sorted out things to be thrown or sold off, pulled things out from under your bed where they had been collecting dust for ages, and hummed along to the tune of Piña Colada (also known as Escape), you were also sorting out thoughts in your head which you had been putting off from thinking for a very long time.

You needed to revisit the idea of what you wanted to do for a living now, since you had this power. How much of your life would it really shake up? Almost everything, you guessed. Could you honestly say that you would want to live a boring daily routine where you slaved away at work for hours before coming home tired and ready to drop into bed at night? You dusted off your hands as you answered your own question in your mind. No, you really couldn't imagine that anymore.

By now, you had decluttered most of the main living space and your bedroom, which was probably the neatest it had ever been since you moved in years ago. All the moving around and shuffling of things had left the floors dusty from all the moving. As you went to take the broom from a closet, you had to make yourself face a new fact of reality.

This new duty that the email had given you didn't mention anything about a change in your routine or life other than these new duties, or could you even call them powers? It didn't feel like a superpower of any sort, but you supposed it could be counted. This meant that you would have to figure out how you wanted to structure your own life around it by yourself, with no blueprint or guidance.

The most important question you felt needed to be answered was one of morality. What sort of person were you? Were you someone who would really take advantage of lesbian girls like the email described? The sex earlier had felt amazing, and you were pretty sure that you loved the feeling of control and power that you got from being in total control of the girls just by existing. You even invited two of them over to your place for later tonight! Even if you thought of yourself as a decent person before this (which you still did!), you still needed to ask if you would keep doing this and using this power. Could you stop? Would you want to.

Your arms froze in their mopping motion midway through the living room.

No. You really couldn't bring yourself to stop using this power on other girls as outlets for your sexual desires as long as you had it. Haltingly, your arms continued their mopping motion as you slowly came to terms with a conclusion to your entire day of thinking.

I will keep taking advantage of this power over girls to satisfy my selfish desires as long as I have it.