Date Night With Nami and Tifa

Perhaps his interactions with MJ had Rob feeling particularly romantic. Or, perhaps he was feeling nostalgic, harkening back to when he first made his wishes and had no idea what wonderful turns his life would take.

Regardless of the reason though, Rob decided that tonight would be a perfect night to hit the town with his first two slaves. Overjoyed of an evening with their beloved Master, both Nami and Tifa got dressed to the nines for their night on the town.

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Both clad in tight cocktail dresses designed to maximize the sheer sexiness of their busty, curvy bodies and long, slender legs. Anyone around the world would qualify either woman as one of the most beautiful in the world, but when fully primped and pampered, they ascended to another level. Tifa and Nami were living embodiments of feminine beauty and sexuality; too beautiful to be real; stunning and gorgeous beyond everything and everyone else.

Rob couldn't help but gawk and marvel in appreciation and lust over the two. Nami was plumper and more curvaceous of the two, with her gigantic watermelon tits swinging about freely in the thin straps of her pink minidress, the skirt of it barely covering any of her thigh due to how big and juicy her rear end was. She saw Rob practically drooling over her and purred, tossing that thick orange hair backwards, strutting and swaying towards him on her six-inch fuck-me heels.

Tifa was only beaten in the bust department by the smallest of margins possible, as her world-famous rack jiggled precariously against the hem of her midnight blue dress, held back by the leanest of straps. With her arms and legs rendered bare, she also showed off the solid musculature of her body - thick thighs, rock hard calves, and powerful yet elegant biceps. Darkly done up in blue lipstick and a purple-pink mélange for her eyeshadow, Tifa was quick to join in Nami, hungrily approaching their man and taking him in their arms, one to each of his sides. They both kissed him on the cheek in practiced synchronization.

Rob smiled with wolfish glee, feeling his cheeks flush. Heck, he felt so hot under the collar, he felt like steam was going to shoot from his ears in any moment. There was no greater feeling than to be with an attractive woman, except maybe, to be seen with said attractive woman. Having long come to grips with his physique, Rob knew he wasn't ugly by any stretch of the word, but he was also far from conventionally handsome. Seeing the jealous, confused looks on the faces of onlookers whenever he was in public with one of his many slaves - from bombshells like Zatanna, to Amazonian stunners like Zarya, to mature beauties like Helen and Ann, to slender, young cuties like Gwen - was a supreme high that he loved to indulge in. And he was certain his two dates tonight would turn more than their fair share of heads.

"So, Robbie, where are we going tonight?" Nami asked, while both she and Tifa cuddled against Rob, pressing their bodies into his, one leg lifted and crossed over his frontside, while he held onto their sumptuous asses. "You know, I heard there's this new place in Bordeaux - they do a saffron risotto with duck and pearls made of Moet-Chandon, all served on gold-plated dishes with custom-made golden utensils! Doesn't that sound simply incredible?"

"Sounds needlessly extravagant." Tifa commented, even as Nami made a kissy-face and batted her eyes at Rob. "Also, it's not like we can simply drive to Bordeaux." Nami gave Tifa a withering look and blew a raspberry.

"So what? We're rich - I mean, Master's rich. And we can just take the plane or have Zatanna teleport us. Robbie promised us the world, it would be a shame if we didn't take advantage of it."

"No need to argue, dears, you're both right." Rob said, playing peacemaker, as he usually did. "We can go anywhere and do anything, but also, there's no need to lock us into just one place or event for the night. If we have the whole world, why not use it to our advantage?"

"Hmm, well said, sir." Tifa said, resting her head on Rob's broad chest. "In that case, what do you have in mind?"

"Well, you might be a little disappointed." Rob looked directly at Nami as he started to speak. "But I am awfully sentimental tonight, and seeing the two of you especially makes me want to take a walk down memory lane. So, how about, to start, we grab a drink at the place we first met?"

With Nami's rather lavish appetite for the finest things (constantly fed by Rob's seemingly bottomless bank account) he expected such a request to go over like a lead balloon. And while Nami did pout and narrow her eyes, she wasn't entirely put out by such a mundane start to their night. "Well, okay, but only 'cause you're my sexy sugar daddy, Master. But afterwards, we have to go somewhere fun!"

"It's a deal, Nami." Rob quickly sealed it with a kiss before saying, "Well then, are we ready, ladies?"

"Yes Master~ Anything for you!"

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Taking the town car with the luxurious, spacious rear seating out for the evening, Rob with his dates in the back, and Lara Croft serving as their driver. Normally, he would have Tifa play chauffeur, but it would be rather gauche of him to **** her in that role on her date night; instead, he had excused Lana from her evening shift to serve at his leisure, instead. Even with the move from his single bed apartment to the Big House, it was still a short drive to downtown and to the bar where Rob's life changed forever that fateful evening. And he was almost thankful for that short drive, seeing as how the lust in the air was almost palpable. Not that he didn't want to fuck either of his beautiful dates, and not that he wouldn't pump several loads into their tight fuckholes throughout the evening, but Rob wanted to pace himself tonight. If he just wanted mindless sex, he could have stayed at home. A date night was no fun if he went from zero to a hundred in the first five minutes.

When they did finally arrive, Rob played the gentleman, holding the door open for both Nami and Tifa. A few bar patrons were loitering near the entrance, sullenly puffing on cigarettes, only to have their smokes fall from their mouth, as they gawked at the two ravishing ladies. Even in the dark, Rob could see them stare disbelief, to go to eyefucking his two slaves, and then back to disbelief, as Nami and Tifa fondly held onto Rob, kissing him for his chivalry and piercing the still air with a spat of bubbly giggles.

"Alright, Lara, be on standby for when we're finished." Rob informed his personal driver for the evening. "I don't know why, but I feel like this night is gonna take a few unexpected turns."

Lara nodded sharply and then saluted, his British police slut the picture of discipline and obedience. "Yes Master. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call. I'll be there for you in no time at all."

Taking each of his dates by the waist, Rob, Nami, and Tifa all waltzed into the bar, Rob offering a sly smirk to the bewildered patrons as they passed by. Inside, the trio received much the same reaction as outside. People starring in marvel at the two beauties while looking at Rob in confusion over how a guy like him could land them. Walking up to the bar, Rob strained his ears to overhear any bit of conversation who could over the general din of the bar in a pique of braggadocio.

"God damn! Look at those two babes!"

"They're fucking thicc as shit. Or gyatt. Or whatever the kids are saying these days..."

"How did that fatass reel in those two hotties?"

"Look at how they're dressed! Gotta be prostitutes. Like, literal whores..."

"Jesus, I can almost fully see their tits and asses! Do they have no shame?"

"Holy shit, I can almost see their tits and asses! Hope there's a wardrobe malfunction in the future..."

By the time they took their stools, Rob was grinning ear-to-ear, flaunting his two busty sluts to the public. He was almost tempted to break his own rules and just start fucking them for the entirety of the bar to see.

The bartender quickly came by to take their orders, showing a modicum more restraint in not gawking too much at Nami and Tifa, even as the former leaned over the bar top to give them more than eyeful of cleavage.

"Double gin and tonic."

"The darkest beer on tap. The twenty ounce imperial pint, if you would."

"Champagne. Or prosecco. Either way, the more expensive it is and the larger the pour, the better!"

With drinks in hand, the trio clinked them together in a celebratory cheer and happily sipped away, Rob shutting his eyes and smiling, sighing contently. Truly there was nothing better in life than enjoying fine spirits while in the company of beautiful women. Whatever they did tonight and wherever they went, Rob truly believed his night with Nami and Tifa could not get better.

Then, he opened his eyes and all of sudden, his night got a lot better.

Sitting by herself in the quietest corner of the semi-crowded establishment was a tall, elegant woman with long black hair, looking to be in her early thirties. A breathtaking beauty on par with Nami. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the dim lighting of the bar and she wore an amused smile upon her face, her large pale blue eyes darting left and right while she was engrossed in a paperback book she held in one hand. Rob almost started drooling over her, despite the beautiful duo flanking him. He simply could not believe his luck!

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Leaning over to Nami, Rob spoke to her while pointing to the occupied corner. "Hey, Nami, call me crazy, but isn't that your friend Nico Robin?"

Squinting, Nami followed Rob's finger before gasping in recognition. "Oh wow, it is! Hey, wait... how do you know Robin? And how did you know we're friends?"

Long ago, when he first made his wishes, such accusations would catch Rob in the cold, forcing him to fumble for an answer. But he had grown, evolved. He was a master, both in title and ability. So, instead of panic and stuttering a lame response, Rob gave Nami a cryptically playful smile.

"Well, Nami dearest, I could tell you all about how I know those things, or..."

"Or...?"

"Or you could walk your cute little ass over there and invite her over. Add her to our little outing tonight and maybe we can fuck her together?"

Nami's eyes sparkled in sheer delight at the idea, the orange-haired vixen audibly purring at such an angle. "Now that sounds like a fun night~" Downing the remainder of her bubbly in one go, Nami hopped off her barstool and made her way towards Nico Robin, animatedly talking and hugging with the older woman.

"Well, doesn't that beat all..." Tifa murmured to herself, out of Rob's line of sight. He was too engrossed with Robin's appearance for the moment.

"It's always so nice to see friends reunite..." Rob replied in a wistful tone.

"Well, yes, that, but also - here, look." Tifa drew Rob's attention to where and what and who she was staring at. Swiveling, he followed the eyeline of his busty do-it-all **** towards the front door of the bar. A woman had just stepped inside, this one lithe and willowy in her frame, dressed in a long pink dress, rich chocolate brown hair tied up in a long, braided ponytail. She was scouting the interior of the pub, looking for a place to sit evidently, but had not seen Rob or Tifa. Her green eyes portrayed a deep, almost spiritual intellect to them, but also twinkled with the orange lighting in a playful manner.

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"Aerith..." Rob and Tifa said at the same time, drawing an inquisitive look from Tifa.

"Now, what are the odds that old friends of both Nami and myself would show up at the same place, at the same time when we're here?" Tifa asked, her tone suggesting she wasn't wholly swayed by Rob's smooth-talking.

Instead of trying to enigmatically beguile his ****, Rob just shrugged, placing a hand on the rippling muscles of her back. "And, you're forgetting in the same bar where we first met. Call it fate or kismet or pure coincidence, I call it a golden opportunity." He leaned in and whispered into Tifa's ear. "You've always wanted her, haven't you?" Immediately, Tifa stiffened and blushed.

"Uh... yeah. Yeah, I always have." Tifa looked at Aerith, biting her lip, lust and want plain to read on her face. "Should I ask her to join us too, Master?"

Rob gave her a quick nod which was all the signal she needed to rush over to her friend. While his slaves chatted up his (undoubtedly) soon-to-be slaves, Rob smirked smugly and reflected on how willing the two were to drag their loyal companions into their world of debauchery. It was only fitting - both in the power he wielded over his harem girls and his own "headcanon" of their sexuality and personalities - that his slaves were as lustful and grasping as him. His perverted will transforming them all into horny bisexuals willing and able to fuck almost anyone at a moment's notices, minds and hearts full of unrepentant lust even for their closest friends.

Eventually, both pairs migrated back to Rob, Nami and Tifa all too happy to lead their friend over to meet the man that had changed their lives. Robin kept her expression more neutral, as she was want to do, while Aerith tried to hide a grimace when she came to see Rob. Not an expression of dismay, more of surprise than anything else, as if she too did not believe a guy like Rob Daily could land a woman like Tifa Lockheart.

"Aerith." "Robin." They both started, talking over one another, before synching up in stereo to say, "We'd like you to meet Rob!"

Rob put on his most charming, genial smile, nodding in turn to both women. "A pleasure, ladies. Always nice to meet friends of my girls. They have both told me so much about you."

"Indeed. A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Daily." Robin said, diplomatically, her voice and face held neutrally, her large eyes studying Rob with all the focus of a falcon.

Aerith, though, struck a different tack. "I'm sorry - 'your girls'?" She did not sound impressed. Nor did she look all too convinced of the trio of bombshell Tifa, a literal Venus in Nami, and stocky, sorta schleppy Rob, her eyes bouncing across all three. "What exactly is your relationship with Tifa, Mr. Daily?"

Rob had no time to answer, as Tifa was quick to intervene. She threw her arms around Rob, resting her face against his cheek. "Oh, Aerith. Can't you tell. He's our Master?"

"'Master'?" Both Aerith and Robin repeated, Aerith shocked and Robin curious.

Nami joined in, pressing her tits against Rob's chest. "Mhm! We're his loyal, obedient sex slaves and he's our loving, powerful Master!" To punctuate Nami's point, Rob went back to groping the barely-concealed rears of his two bodacious babes, squeezing the thick, plump bubble butts of his two sluts.

If either woman was offended, then they hid it well. Robin accepted such a scandalous claim with grace and calm, while Aerith seemed less upset and more confused. Rob was also quick to notice her eyes were now moving between Tifa's tits and her ass, as Rob kneaded the latter. She was breathing just a touch heavier, and a teensy bit of scarlet crept into her cheeks.

"Ah, I see..." Aerith said, dumbly, seemingly engrossed in her friend being molested and groped. Was she jealous of Tifa or himself, Rob wondered while trying his best to smile in superiority. "That is... I've heard that's become very trendy these days. Men taking women as slaves..." She struggled to get the words out, a queasy smile coming to her lips as she did.

"Oh, it's the best!" Nami declared with a big smile crossing her face. "And Rob did it before any fad or trend. He met us while we were working here, actually, and he was just so handsome and charming we couldn't resist. He fucked us silly big, thick cock, turned our minds to goo, and now we're his forever and ever!"

Both Aerith and Robin turned to Rob, who just gave a casual tilt of his head. "Yeah, I have that effect on women."

"And now we live with Rob here and get to enjoy all the luxuries of life, along with all of his other slaves!" Nami continued to sing her Master's praises in the most rapturous of manners.

"And how many slaves do you have, Mr. Daily?" Robin asked, genuinely curious and genuinely difficult to read.

"Oh gosh, it's been so long since I've asked that. Lemme think... sixtyyyyy... eight?"

"And Tifa... you enjoy this?" Aerith asked, going blanch at the mention of Rob's entire harem.

Tifa gave a dreamy smile, cocking her head so that her wine-red eyes met Rob's "Oh, Aerith, it's the best thing that has ever happened to me! Rob is everything you could ask for in a man - big and strong and handsome, sweet and loving and kind, so generous and willing to do anything to ensure our happiness. I'm more in love than I've ever been and I'd do absolutely anything for my Master."

"Jeez, Tifa, you'll make me blush!" Rob genuinely put on a big, sappy smile at Tifa's warm, fond adulations. "I'm just doing what any man in my position would, taking care of the people I love the most. Your happiness is all the reward I need." Then, acting as if he had a sudden idea, Rob gasped, turning to Aerith and Robin. "Say, we're actually on a date night, the three of us. We just stopped by for a single drink and are about to head out to our next location. I would hate to separate friends, so why don't you two join us?"

Robin took a moment to think before assenting. "Very well. If you'd have me, Mr. Daily." Nami jumped for joy, literally jumping into Robin's arms for a big hug. Rob allowed himself to leer as the bust of these two pirates mashed together.

Aerith, however, was much more unsure, wearing her anxieties openly.

"C'mon, Aerith." Tifa soothed her friend, reaching out to take her hand. "I know you don't understand or approve of me and Master, but I think you'll enjoy a night together. Besides," she stopped and then added an enticing wriggle of her eyebrows, "you might find he can be quite convincing."

The teensy bit of scarlet in Aerith's cheeks turned into full-blown red tide, but she offered no more resistance, wholly acquiescing to Tifa's flirtatious plea.

The matter settled, Rob clapped his hands and ushered his growing entourage of lovely ladies out the door, but not before dropping several bills on the bartop for payment. There was a long night ahead of him and he felt what he just spent for drinks was going to be nothing. The night would be a storm of cash money, fine food, finer drinks, and the finest women. And, by the end of it, Rob definitely felt like he was going to get lucky tonight.

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Little bit of a housekeeping update today. While I am working in getting back into the swing of things, there will most likely only be one update per week for the remainder of October, with any exceptions being a Rob's World thread chapter or a chapter in my newest story, Homo Superior. However, I am definitely settling back into my groove and I am currently aiming for more frequent uploads next month.

I mentioned way way back when I launched the "Who Do You Want To See More Of" Polls that Tifa Lockheart was my bae. I don't like to use the word "waifu" but, yeah, she's my waifu. I adore her and absolutely wanted to feature her more. This little arc helps with that while also giving a bit of spotlight to her and Nami (who both ranked highly in their poll) and adds a few more sexy girls to the mix. I'm happy with how this came out and how it tackles a couple things all at once.

Also, we are fast approaching on 1000 Likes and 900,000 Views, so a big thank you to everyone once again for your continued support, especially during these difficult last few months. Take care and enjoy everyone!