Mia's Wednesday

"I just....god. I can't believe I've had men cum on my face, in my mouth, hell, even in my eyes. I feel..." Simon stuttered a bit. He wanted to say overwhelmed. But he didn't want Tanya to think him weak. "....in over my head."

Tanya, for once, felt pity for boyfriend, with the fantasies of him at men's feet and squirming with a finger up his ass forgotten. He looked a mixture of shocked, lonely, and afraid, and Tanya pulled him in, letting him put his head on her lap. "It's okay Simon. Just getting into character. Do you like this show?"

Simon did. It was some silly reality television show. But he was enjoying his girlfriend rubbing his scalp, so he sat there, enjoying the air and relaxing. Tanya spoke up again, only to realize Simon had gone to sleep in her lap. When she went to get up stealthily, Simon awoke, and she silently cursed herself.

"Sor-sorry baby. I didn't mean to sleep." Simon said with annoyance, not knowing what fog came over him to sleep; the two headed to the bedroom, and for once, Tanya let Simon be the big spoon. Very quickly, he gave up the role, and was back to his comfortable spot as the little spoon. Kissing him on the lips, Tanya could taste, and smell, the slightest scent of cum.

It was hard not to rub one out right there.

"Perfect! 10 more." Richard's commanding voice said, and Mia gasped, trying her best to keep up with the older man's pace. How someone nearing his fifth decade on the earth could run circles around the 20 year old Simon, he'd never no, but that thought died as he kept driving himself.

"Si. Ah, ah...." Mia panted as she drank her water. "U-uno....segundo...."

"Just a minute to rest." Richard said, and soon enough, the two were back with weights, then jump rope, and whatever else Richard told Mia to do. At the end, he made her do the stair stepper for 30 minutes, and when that was over, her legs felt more liquid then aqua, like she had jelly encased in the yoga pants.

"Oh dios mio....Hardest....how you say, ejecercio, yet." Mia said as she took a seat in Richard's car, towels on the seat due to both of their sweat, and he smiled.

"Of course! But you survived Mia, and did a damn fine job." Richard said with smile.

"S-si. And tu did not do too bad yourself, Senor Richard." Mia said, giving him a smile and a grin, which she could tell he enjoyed.

Once more, Richard made breakfast for the both of them, and Mia sipped the supplied shake, noting the change in flavor. Strawberries this time. He seemed to look at her, awaiting her approval, wanting to know her thoughts.

"Muy bueno. Strawberries?" Mia asked, finishing her shake, and giving him back the glass.

"Correct." He took the glass from her once more, and gave her a second helping, beginning to speak once he was done. "Mary loved that flavor. Her favorite, actually, especially since she designed the names for the female oriented part of our brand."

Mia could tell Richard was enjoying talking of his old wife. "Que nombre? Name?" Mia asked, sipping on it and eating some of the breakfast."

"You-..." For once, Richard seemed a bit unsure of himself, and then he laughed. "Might think it's a bit silly. Mary thought it was silly enough to be popular. She called it 'Thicc Quicc - Strawberries'. I haven't had the heart to change the name."

Mia giggled a bit, but put her hand across the table, placing it atop Richard's. "I don't think it's silly. Mary sounds like she chose a good name. Hopefully it works as well as you advertise." Simon genuinely felt bad for this man, someone who clearly had been impacted by a loss of his life, so much so that even saying a brand name hurt him a bit.

"It will!" Richard said, standing up, and then coming back after a minute or two. Mia had finished the drink and food, a bit nervous to be alone in her. When he walked back in, she was on her phone.

"Mia. I, well, talking with you convinced me of something. I need to give Mary's things the right home. She was big on recycling and reusing, and she wouldn't have wanted me to just have all her possessions hid in some cardboard box." Richard said. He looked both pained and happy to say the words. "Take these boxes. They have her workout gear, exercise videos, mats, things like that."

Simon actually felt his eyes water a bit at how emotive an experience it felt. Mia stuttered. "Sen-senor....sir....uh...I....can't take these from tu.....Yo-you....Keep them."

"No." Richard said, putting down the boxes, and walking over to Mia. "I was looking through her things yesterday, and she left me a note, probably years ago. It convinced me I needed to do more for her memory."

"We-wellllll..." Mia didn't know what to say. "Thank you. Yo won't take this, uhm, regalo, uh, gift lightly."

After that, Richard helped Mia take the boxes out to the car, and once he made sure she was ready, dropped her off at the house. He gave her a hug before he left, his hands on her hips, smiling at her. He loved watching her turn and put the boxes down, eager to see more jiggle in that ass of hers.

Mia opened the boxes, finding exactly what Richard had said the boxes would contain; it was just a little macabre, having all this dead woman's stuff gifted to you, but Mia felt her heart stir in pity when she found a note from Richard in the box containing videos. Everything else, including the clothes, had been hung up, and Mia read the note.

'Mary used to do these workouts before we worked out. Hope you find use in them. Enjoy. - Richard 'Elder' Prince.'

Putting the note down, Mia texted the man, thanking him, and then moved onto getting a shower, taking her medicine, applying her creams, and her usual routine. Making a promise to herself, Mia thought about watching one of the 'Booty Blaster' workout videos the next day. She ended up on a (now) familiar spot, the couch, shooting off emails, messages, even getting a call in with a bored clerk; everything seemed to be working out pretty well!

Eventually, Mia felt herself tiring of work stuff, and began her Spanish lessons, chugging through those. She didn't realize it was past noon until her brain began to beg for a break, and she flicked the television on, falling into a sort of coma as she watched the shows. It was a pleasant period of relaxation after working the past few hours, and Mia blinked when the door opened, realizing Tanya was home.

Shit. That stupid party was tonight. She had to get out of it. A message on her phone was awaiting her.

Jeremiah The Conqueror: Make sure you're ready by 4 mamacita. Hope you picked a good costume.

Mia: Costume? Senor, Yo thought it was just a party?

Jeremiah The Conqueror: I said it was a costume party.

Mia: Si. I'll have a costume Senor Jeremiah.

That bastard hadn't said it was a costume party! Mia grimaced. Tanya was sitting in her home office when she came in, and once she learned the news, she smiled.

"Oooo, costume party? Let me think...." Tanya said, rooting through their closet and some boxes, as Mia bemoaned having to go.

"Babe, I don't wanna go." Simon said. Tanya looked at him.

"You don't want to, but Mia, a woman who's enjoying a younger man's company, does." Tanya said. "'sides, going to a party will be good for you. I know you love social stuff." Tanya said, kissing her boyfriend. Simon's courage stirred, and he tried his best not to be negative, and awaited his girlfriend choosing a costume.

It was not a good choice.

"Baby, I um..., a Hooters costume?" Simon asked with a question.

"I wore it last year! Sexy but silly." Tanya said with a smile. She got Mia dressed in the orange shorts and white top easily, the fake tits looking only somewhat convincing in the top, with the rest of their time spent blending Mia's with the glued on prosthetics. Mia stuttered, feeling like she was being swept away from herself, especially once Tanya did her blond hair up with an orange scrunchie.

"Tany-tanya....ummm...don't you think this is a bit too sexy for me?" Simon asked.

"Hmm...I recall you saying, I quote, 'Nothing is too sexy for a Halloween costume.', Simon." Tanya said.

"I...uhm...might've." Simon said with a blushing red face. An idea popped in his head. "What about my dick. What if someone sees it? These shorts are really tiny."

"Don't worry, I'll solve that little problem in just a view minutes." Tanya said with a giggle, shoving Mia against the wall, and undoing the zipper.

Tanya watched the bowlegged Mia waltz out to the car. The past 30 minutes had been a process of wringing Simon dry of any cum he had left in his body, and Tanya cumming her brains out to the mewls and moans he made with her fingers up his ass. She was sure his punished dick would not be exposing Mia's secret in the slightest.

"You late." Jeremiah said with annoyance, as Mia slipped into his car, the rough denim shorts making Simon's sensitive dick pained just a bit.

"Lo siento, lo siento. I..." Mia stuttered out, not getting another word in as Jeremiah leaned over and took a rough kiss from her neck, making her shudder a bit.

"Forgiven, especially wit' that fucking bangin costume. Just don't do it again." Jeremiah said, beginning to start the car; his costume looked to be some generic vampire you'd buy from the store.

"Si. I won't Senor." Mia replied, happy that her forgiveness was only a slight kissing on the neck.

The party was, surprisingly enough, quite a blast for Mia. While she might have been Jeremiah's 'date', the two split off from one another, soon finding differing groups to be with. Not one to complain, Mia sipped her drink and talked with another girl who looked bored out of her mind, the two finding a common interest in a show Mia had been watching that day. Susan, dressed as a sexy cat, loved talking about the show, and soon enough, the buzz of the party faded from their ears as they talked, and talked, and talked.

Simon enjoyed talking to the hot girl. Finally, she'd be free of Jeremiah, of horny men....

A hand on her back broke the peaceful conversation. Jeremiah's hand.

"Was wonderin where you were." He said as his hand gripped her hip tightly. He now sat between the two girls.

"Oh, si, jus' talking to Susan about Mi favorito show." Mia said with a smile.

"Awh hell, I ain't mean to interrupt your gossip talk. You two bitches keep talking soap opera's, but Mia, mamacita, one of my friends saw you in that fine ass uniform." Jeremiah said, patting her hip when he got up, and returning with a full cup for her, returning with his friend.

"God damn Jeremiah, you were right, she'd be a damn fine fit at my bar. Listen hun..." The lecherous looking man said. "We'd love to hire you. No interview, just walk in, serve customers, walk out. Under the table. You in?"

"Um....senor, I...." Mia stuttered out.

"Think on it babydoll. Here's my number." The man said, putting it into Mia's phone, and leaving.

Susan seemed to be energized by the men and soon enough, she was wanting to do shots with Mia, who reluctantly took one, then another and then.....

Susan disappeared eventually. At least Mia thinks she did. Her next memory was Jeremiah coming up to her, looking drunker then her, smiling as he helped her up. Oh good, they were going to the car. A cushioned fall made Mia realize she was definitely not begin taken to the car, and then Jeremiah's lips on her, and her moans, made her realize they were about to....

Fuck. Mia was desperate. She definitely couldn't let him find out.

"N-no. Senor Conqueror, not that spot." Mia pleaded as his hands went down to near her bottoms. "Th-the back."

Even drunk, he seemed to actually respect her wishes, sighing with a huff and then flipping Mia over so she was on her fours. "Fine puta. Won't refuse your fat ass."

Mia felt herself take the shorts off in the dark room, and heard Jeremiah spit, feeling something touch her backhole. Too drunk to think much of what was going on, Mia only really realized her situation when Jeremiah finally groaned and shoved his dick into her, groaning and beginning to thrust. It was much, much, much bigger then Tanya's three fingers. Moaning herself, Mia thrust back against him, and soon enough, she felt him begin to pant faster, and then cum.

If he wanted more, he didn't say it, instead looking like he was going to sleep. Mia pleaded with the drunk Jeremiah to take her home. He consented, and Mia sat in his car, worried they might crash the entire trip there. She remembered kissing him sloppily, promising another date, calling him 'Senor Conqueror' more then once, and leaving. Tanya said something as she passed out onto the bed.