Finding An Ideal

Anita stared at the ‘laptop’ set on Brenda’s desk before her. Some distant part of her mind found the term familiar but something else nagged at her.

“Why isn’t it called a tabletop if it’s on a desk?” she asked Senka as the device powered up.

“Well, its creators likely intended it to be used while people sat on a chair or couch, on their laps,” the spirit explained. “And ‘desktop’ was already taken by bigger, less mobile computers.”

“Ah,” Anita softly exclaimed as the device finished booting up, revealing a screen with a picture of a younger John and Brenda out on a beach, the wind blowing Brenda’s hair back. “Aww.”

“‘Aww’ indeed,” Senka said fondly before she leaned over Anita, finger tracing the oddly textured black space below the keyboard. The triangle thing on the screen moved as the spirit’s finger did and she brought it to hover over one of the icons, one that depicted a fox over a blue circle. “This one is the internet browser. And with a light tap of the touchpad like so, it opens.”

The screen changed as the internet activated, the smiling faces of John and Brenda replaced by a white screen with a large multicolored word splashed across the top third.

“What’s a ‘Google’?” Anita asked, head tilted to one side.

“It’s a search engine,” Senka answered. “You type in your question and hit the ‘search’ button there and Google will look for websites that relate to it.”

“So I just…” Anita trailed off as her fingers went to the keyboard, slowly hunting out the letters she wished to employ. “‘M’, ‘A’, ‘I’, ‘D’.”

Word typed, Anita dragged the triangle to the ‘search’ button and did as Senka instructed. The screen changed, summoning up numerous new links as the spirit called them, leading to so much information. Historical information, costumes, so many pictures of dignified women in white and black.

“Interesting search topic,” Senka noted with a grin. “What brought this on?”

Focus locked on the screen as a video of a maid gracefully made her way through a fancy looking home played, Anita gushed, “We saw a maid at Melody’s. She was so pretty and Brenda said maids help people around the house, and I like helping people so I thought I’d look into them.”

Senka’s smile grew. “I can see you playing the maid. And I can see you in the dress. You’d be cute with that little headpiece. But I think there’s an angle you’re missing here. May I?”

Anita tore her gaze from the screen to look at Senka, a curious expression on her face. She nodded, eager to see what the spirit had in mind.

Senka’s long fingers danced across the keyboard, crafting a far more precise search. Gone were the more modestly dressed maids, replaced with smaller skirts and tops with exposed cleavage prancing about. Then Senka clicked a video link, showing a maid kneeling before a man, giving him a blowjob.

“Brenda didn’t mention this kind of thing,” Anita said in a whispered tone. Her mind couldn’t help but to think back to how Senka instructed her to wake John earlier. Senka lightly brushed her cheek before her hand drifted further down to cup her breast.

“I think,” Senka purred as the muted video grew more heated, “that Brenda isn’t as open with sexual things as I am. She’s no prude, but mundane society is rather closed off with sexual things, so she wouldn’t mention this side of a maid’s duties in public.”

“So that maid I saw could be doing this right now?” Anita breathed out as Senka played with her boob.

“Maybe,” Senka murrmered. “Who knows what sort of relationship she has with her employer. Could be entirely PG, no funny business sort of thing they’ve got going on. But you can’t deny it’s hot, right? The idea of serving John like this? Of serving any of us like this?”

There was a ripple of energy that Anita barely noticed, her attention captured by what she was seeing and Senka’s words in her ears. When she managed to turn her gaze back to Senka, she gasped. The spirit had altered her attire into a copy of what the girl in the video was wearing, frills and everything. The only difference was the color, purple replacing the black of the dress.

“Sometimes, I think I like the idea of that,” Senka purred as she pushed Anita back, the wheels of Brenda’s office chair sliding back without resistance. “And now that everyone in this house is more or less together, I can be a bit more adventurous. May I be of service, my lady?”

Anita’s breathing grew heavy as Senka sank to her knees, giving her a great view of the spirit’s cleavage. Senka slowly reached out and grabbed the waistband of Anita’s shorts, gently working them down her hips and legs, along with her new panties. Then Senka pushed her legs apart slowly, smirking as her pussy came into view.

“Would Mistress like something to take the edge off?” Senka teasingly asked, only waiting a second before beginning to kiss Anita’s thighs, slowly working her way closer to her pussy.

“P-please,” Anita whined, suddenly feeling very warm. The memories of her first sexual experience hours ago were brief but powerful and the teasing Brenda did when they were trying on clothes had left a smoldering ember within her that Senka’s touch was fanning into a blaze.

“I live to serve, Mistress.” Senka smirked as she dropped any slow build up and dove in, her tongue lapping at Anita’s folds. Pleasure surged through Anita’s body as Senka ate her out, the spirit quickly finding her weak spots and attacking them relentlessly. Anita leaned back in Brenda’s chair, hand moving to push her shirt up over her breasts, allowing the cool air of the room to somewhat soothe the heat building up.

Then Senka flicked her tongue over her clit and Antia’s head lolled back, her legs quivering as an orgasm shot through her.

“My, my, maybe it wasn’t just first time jitters that made you cum so quickly,” Senka purred as she pulled back from Anita. “But it looks like your endurance is a bit better.”

“Y-yeah,” Anita breathed out, a bit happy that she wasn’t on the verge of passing out again.

“Hmm,” Senka hummed as she licked her lips. “Maybe some more training is in order.”

Before Senka could dive back in, she paused, a distant and concerned look on her face.

“Something wrong?” Anita asked through heavy breaths.

“John’s sending out some fairly heavy vibes,” Senka answered with a frown. “He’s worried about tomorrow.”

“About what exactly?” Anita inquired, any thoughts of sex leaving her mind at the prospect of one of her friends being in distress.

Senka sighed, though a small smile worked its way to her lips. “He’s trying to keep it from me so I don’t worry too, but he’s not so good at keeping that block up. I think he’s worked himself into a spiral of negative thoughts.”

“Is there any way we can help him?” Anita asked, not liking the sinking feeling that was pooling around her stomach.

For a moment, Senka looked thoughtful, then a sly smile spread over her face.

“I can think of a way to get him to relax,” she purred, picking herself up. Anita moved to put her clothes back on, but Senka lifted a hand to stop her. “Oh, no. You can relax like that for a bit. No point in getting dressed when my idea includes a wardrobe change.”

“I’m getting more clothes? How’s that going to help John?” Anita asked.

Senka smiled. “John needs someone to tend to his needs. And for that, I think a particular uniform is in order.”

John looked down at his bed. Instead of having any of his partners atop it, several bits of his gear lay upon the comforter, waiting for him to decide what he could bring tomorrow.

“Definitely need to bring Senka’s vessel,” he said aloud, reaching for the knife and stowing it. “And the greatsword, just in case. Probably can get away with just the combat jacket. We’re not going into a fight, but going in without any protection seems like a bad idea.”

He grimaced as the truth that no one else had any sort of protection came to mind. And with everyone occupied with other tasks at the moment, John took the opportunity to access the Auction. It was high time he started to invest his earnings into something for the group’s benefit.

It took John a minute to realize how hard this was going to be. Something like armor wouldn’t work for Aeolia or Beth given how they fought and moved about a battlefield and the noise they could make would clash with Vivian’s ability to veil them from sight. Something like his combat jacket wasn’t a bad idea, but would it work with Aeolia’s wings?

“Maybe trying to do this without talking to everyone is a bit too much,” John groaned. He wanted to do something for the group but this was shaping up to be too big a project for him to tackle alone.

Still, he was determined to find some way to help boost up the protection for everyone. Looking away from armor and clothing options, he turned to the more mystical. The good news for that line of thinking was a lot of the choices were smaller objects that wouldn’t interfere with fighting or moving. The bad news was they were far more expensive. From the materials used to make the amulets, bracelets, necklaces and pins to the detailed and small magical scripts needed to make them more than a fashion statement, the prices were much higher than the simple clothing and armor options.

John leaned back in his seat, a sense of defeat settling over him. There were too many paths to choose from and none of them were a one hundred percent fit for anyone. Aeolia needed to fly, Beth wanted to run so bulky stuff was out for them immediately. But buying them charms that would basically be a shield spell would eat too much of his funds to get anything of worth for anyone else.

“Maybe we can just make our own?” he mused, his thoughts turning to the veil bracelet. They had made that when they had been basically newbies, or at least when he was. Now he was stronger, they were smarter and had more to work with in terms of material access and knowledge. John was sure if Vivian and Estelle put their heads together, they could come up with something grand.

But that didn’t help with the immediate problem of protecting them on their excursion into Pruzonia’s wilds.

“Am I over thinking things?” he wondered. “We’ve gone into barriers and dungeons as is and have been fine. Is it because we’re going out into the wilds and not something directly created by my powers?”

A knock on the door shook John from his thoughts and he spun his chair around towards it. Before he could tell whoever was knocking to come in, the door swung open.

“Can I give you a massage, M-master?” Anita asked, curtsying in a maid uniform, her head bowed just enough to not hide the glint of desire in her eyes, even as a small blush colored her cheeks.