Friends at home, lonely at work

I was back in the weird dream landscape again.

"Well looks like you're getting more normal day by day."

"I thought we weren't supposed to have a lot of contact, Ngrimah."

"I managed to... sort that out. It has always been more of a convention than a hard rule."

"Alright... Why are we communicating, then? Are you just here to comment on my sexual adventures?"

"Partially, yes."

"Well then, what's the other reason?"

"Oh, you'll see... The threads of fate lead your life to an interesting path this week... I wanted to see you once more before you are changed forever. Perhaps it won't be as drastic of a change, but it'll be important regardless."

"And I assume you're not going to tell me what this week holds for me?"

"You are right about that mortal, although I'd prefer your snappy commentary to end."

"Fine. If you want to see me once more before this week begins... Is there anything you'd like to talk about?"

"Of course... Your performance last night was spectacular. The way you made her **** and willing, breaking her will by constant edging..."

"You know, I always wondered how you knew about what I did. Does the app record that for you?"

"Not quite. I am the Goddess of Women, these powers are essentially ingrained into my very existence. While I relinquish control and power over these women, my innate powers still gives me a connection to them, I can still know what they go through."

"I see. Does it not hurt you to see these women being subjugated like that? Even though you told me that you think it's a price worth paying?"

"Hah, seeing hundreds of women submit sexually is well worth the price, alongside a movement towards equality in the wider multiverse."

"I... didn't expect that answer. But you're free to keep looking, not like I could stop you anyhow. But am I understanding you right in that you like seeing them submit?"

"Only sexually, of course. I mean, what's hotter than having a pair of breasts with a cunt be eager to fulfill your every desire... Maybe I should snag a woman or two from the multiverse and have my fun with them..."

"Uhm... sure... I guess..."

"I get what you're thinking... But if one is the Goddess of Women, one must not only be a woman, but also love them in every facet of their being. Experience their life and cherish them. It's the same for my counterpart, too."

"Huh, I didn't expect this, but I guess it makes sense. One more thing... last time, there was something going on with the app interacting with you, right? That doesn't seem to be the case now, though you have a distinctive look again."

"In the case of this 'distinctive' look, you are seeing the real me. I have chosen to stay less hidden, especially now that we can chat more freely. Regarding the other thing... There are some things even Gods can change. Fate, for example. The app thought for a moment that I could be a suitable candidate for your future harem. That little bug fix caused our discovery as well, by the way..."

"How does the app decide, if you mind telling me?"

"It's a bit complicated, but the primary factor is frequent contact. Fate knows which women you'll meet again or want to meet again. Then again, fate is never fully set in stone, so sometimes it takes a seemingly unrelated event to make a woman appear. Anyway, here's your seal and then you're off. Have a fun week, I can't wait for the result." Ngrimah suddenly teleported right in front of me and gave me a kiss on the lips. During it, I felt like I couldn't open my lips even if I tried to.

"Hey, what was that fo-?" The dream stopped. Waking up, the bed was empty. A bit irritated, but ultimately ignoring it, I started to dress myself. Going into the living room, I saw Christine making breakfast, while Donna was sitting at the table, reading the news. Em exited the guest room with a yawn and wished us a good morning. It feels wonderful, waking up to three good friends in my home, all getting along well enough with each other. It's like a college dorm except I like everyone and fuck almost everyone. Is this what the future holds in store for me? I'm not sure Ngrimah meant this as a life changing event, though...

Christine started the conversation: "Good morning, James, good morning you two. I've made breakfast for all of us. And before we get ready for me moving in, I'll prepare us lunch, Emily."

Emily responded ecstatically: "Really? Thank you."

Donna butted in: "I'm curious how good of a cook you are. I'm not that great myself, but I think we shouldn't only let James cook."

"Well, normally my mother would do this, you know... Once she's back I won't cook all that often either."

Christine was deep in thought for a moment, before finally saying: "James, you should really think about the size of your harem. Cooking for four people is fine, but it'll get rough once more people move back in or move in."

Em added: "Oh absolutely. Remember what I said about the mailbox? And the whole situation about me making a new bathroom? You might need an extra cook one day too..."

Donna added on top of that: "Oh, why not get a full-on maid too while we're at it? We're so many people anyway, we might very well need one."

"Now hold your horses, we'll get to these problems once they pop up, okay? Mom is basically acting as a housewife, so she should have the time to take care of her personal matters, cook meals for us, and keep her and the public spaces tidy. That's more than enough work for her. And this isn't a hotel, so you better clean after yourself."

After my stern words, Em answered with a bit of hesitation: "Y-You're right about that, but just for the future... if we ever need a second floor I'll have to install a kitchen there too."

Christine also said something: "If you ever expand your harem that much... A second kitchen seems almost vital. I won't be the only one with dietary restrictions and maybe you'll find a vegetarian one day, too."

"Hm, you're right... I'll deal with the organization of our little harem over the New Years break. Today is packed, tomorrow I invited Amber on a date, Wednesday is New Years itself. That's the earliest I have free time. I'll present some plans on Sunday, as Laura will be back. By then, I'll have a strategy for every issue we can see coming. For now, thank you Christine for making us breakfast. Donna and I have to go to work."

Donna and I rushed to our rooms and got ready, but we bumped into each other in the bathroom, both wanting to have a shower. "Want to...?" Donna asked, gesturing sex with her fingers.

"Sorry, no. The train ride is longer than you think and we always have the lunch break later. We're basically alone in the office now anyway!"

"Holy shit, you're right! Office sex all the way, baby. We're gonna fuck every day."

"Well, not on Friday because we won't be alone anymore. And Thursday we'll stay home anyway. Wednesday is just a half day too. So we'll do it... exactly twice, sorry to disappoint."

"You know, it's really quite sad when you think about it... What a wasted half week."

"Well, last week was just a half too. Should be enough for my article, though."

"Alright, still wish we could fuck more..."

"I love how insatiable you are. But for now, a kiss must suffice." I gave her a kiss on the lips, just a brief one. Didn't want us to get caught up in anything more right now. But so, our soon-to-be shorter train journey started. It was at this point when it really hit me how alone were going to be at the office. Everyone but Beth returned for our Friday meeting, but before that, only Donna, Helen, and I were at the office. Oh god, the two most sexually comfortable and **** women I know in an office space with me for two and a half work days. Will Helen be able to keep her secret? I also had a different matter to attend to with Helen. Assuming Helen will be in some sort of denial of her feelings about me given by the app, her date with Quinn should be important. "Hey Donna... During the lunch break, I want you to chat with Helen. I want you to suggest the date with Quinn to her, okay?"

"During? I'll do it after, okay?"

"I was trying to make it look more normal, so... go with your gut, I guess." She nodded, and we got to our work spaces.

Here, the true feeling of loneliness hit me. For the first half of the day, I sat in the office, all alone. No one to talk to, merely faint clicks of Donna's keyboard or Helen's mouse clicks and papers being shuffled around. I had spent the last few weeks surrounded by people so much that I had forgotten how it feels to be truly alone. To only occasionally be pulled out of this lonely landscape by Donna's and Helen's walks to the coffee machine and their subsequent walks to the toilet. Still, these were also productive hours. If I continued at this pace, I could have the article ready by tomorrow and proofread it on Wednesday. Hell yeah, look at me making progress. Soon enough, it would be 1PM and the lunch break would start.

But before that, I got distracted by a text message from Jane, which reminded me of my evening 'plans'. Ugh... Jane told me that the city would send a taxi to my workplace to pick me up and then I would have to testify. The council wants to know how the recording got leaked, officially just to prove the accuracy of the source, but this seemed dangerous. Then again, talking with Jane over text about a strategy seemed dangerous too. I guess we just have to trust each other not to throw each other under the bus? I trust her fully, the SP should make this pretty safe, but she must be in despair because she doesn't know if she can trust me. I wrote her back: 'Don't worry, I'm sure everything will go well.' 'Thanks, I hope you're right. Your confidence makes me feel a bit relieved.'

Speaking of distractions... Although this one is also not that pleasant, depending on your perspective. Amber also wrote a message: 'Hi master, I hope I'm not going to distract you too much with this, but Klara has agreed to a little... session if you catch my drift ;) Would Wednesday be okay, master?' Amber added: 'She also told me to send this picture if you need some convincing...' Attached was a nude image of Klara in a cow bikini. 'I see you two had some fun already... But alright, if Klara needs my help, I'll do it.'

'Hehe, looking forward to it, master?' 'Not sure... I know she only asks for this because she needs the help, you know? I don't really feel guilty about this sort of stuff anymore, since I know she wants it, but I can't help but empathize with her, you know? I want to hug her and tell her everything's gonna be alright but I have to do things differently now.' 'Aww... you can still do these things, master. I'm sure she'll appreciate it.' 'Oh and Amber, I want you to be there. I hope you're not going to be too mad if I fuck your girlfriend, but if I run out of ideas, I need your help.' 'Don't worry, master. It's not my thing but I don't mind it either. At least as long as you're not gonna make too much of a fuss about it.' 'Don't worry, not my intention. Love you, gtg back to work.' 'Love you too, master. Till tomorrow.'

Now, has the world finally had enough of me? No, of course not. Megan was asking for the date of moving, and we eventually agreed on Saturday, which I notified Em of as well as her father. He gave no response. Unsettling, but maybe he's busy at the moment. Em responded with a thumbs up, though. Lastly was a call to mom, mostly to calm my nerves before the inquiry later today.

"Hi mom. Have you heard?"

"I've read about the turmoil at home, yeah. Is everything alright?"

"Well, you probably saw the mayor resigned, so the most important thing did happen. But the problem is the inquiry this evening. I'm a bit nervous, I don't want to get anyone into trouble..."

"M-Honey, it's going to be alright, okay? Take a deep breath and think logically about this... Who could even be in trouble?"

"Hm, well... There's the officer, Klara for getting the police off our hook, us two, and Megan."

"Okay, good. Now, how well do you know the law? Could their actions be covered by the law as legal?"

"Hmmm... Megan for sure. Investigative reporters do get some privileges to spy on people. We two... well we took care of Jane, medically speaking. So that should be fine as well. Klara giving the excuse to the police and me knowing about it because I refused to open up to the police are probably the two parts I'm nervous about."

"Well, Klara could simply have been mistaken. We chatted last time she brought over milk about my Christmas plans. They weren't set in stone back then and I assume she thought we'd both go. I didn't give her a time, so the police officers made the call to give up on their own."

"Is that actually true or is that just something you're telling me to be able to say that for the council?"

"It is the truth, don't worry. The only weakpoint left is your refusal to comply. What can you say about that?" Almost immediately, I heard a beep beep beep, mom hung up. Weird. It gave me time to address her point, though. If I remember the night well, I saw Jane in her car ****, after being chased by police cars. Jane's refusal to stay in a city hospital and her question about the flash drive while still injured came later but affirmed my decision to stay quiet. So essentially, I merely deduced that Jane was being chased by the fact that she was speeding in a police car while other police cars followed her. At least, that's what I can say in front of the council. Part of me didn't expect her to speed like that for no reason because she told me about the dire financial strain of the department.

I'll have to come up with an excuse for that one, I think. By now, mom had texted me back: 'Sorry, my batteries ran out. Feel free to call me if you need. Love, mom.' I told her that I didn't need to anymore. This was now my battle, it seemed. At the very least I'd be able to get everyone else off the hook. Now Amber was back with texting me. She sent me a link to an art museum, and it seems that there is a great pizza restaurant nearby. It was obvious that she sent me the location as a place for our date. In a way, it made me feel great. Amber and I were in tune enough, that we kind of got each other's hints. She does it more than I do, at least in part because of the app, but still. I want the two of us to stay like this forever, in all honesty.

Lastly, Beth wrote me: 'We're going to get Dan's article for review this week. I'd like you to make minimal changes at best. Don't worry about the content itself, I'll take care of all repercussions.' I simply responded: 'I've already been made aware by a friend of Dan.' 'Good, then use your influence to push it through, okay?' 'I've already promised that to someone else, no need to worry. By the way, if things continue at this pace, I'll send you the article tomorrow after work.' 'Excellent work.' 'By the way... I'll need to spend the latter half of Tuesday next week away from the office, okay?' 'Ngh, fine.' Beth +1SP (+23SP) How did that still award me a point?