Some time later.

So… Um… I have good news and bad news.

The bad news is that a month and a half has passed and, despite my earnest desire and all my motivation to, let’s say, expand my harem, I’ve… made no progress towards that goal. Not out of fear, anxiety or anything like that, mind! No, I’ll chalk it up to bad luck, and I’m not saying it as an excuse, I swear.

Let’s see. There are two women that I saw and immediately felt attracted to. One of them was a cute, older girl who came to the coffee shop every so often. Problem was, I never talked to her beyond taking her orders and a few, very minute pleasantries, and since that day when we caught her looking up a video of mine, she hasn’t come back to the shop.

Now, you’ll ask me: Oliver, didn’t you suspect that this girl may be the daughter that man from the gym sometimes tells you about? Why don’t you ask him about her?

To which I will answer: Mr. Carlos hasn’t been to the gym in a month, either, and that is even weirder. A more diligent man I have never met, so I doubt he would skip for no reason. He’s also well known at the gym, so if something had happened to him, I’d have heard already. My guess is he had to leave town for a while, and if that girl really is his daughter, then she likely went with him.

Then there’s the other woman, the interim receptionist at that new hotel we went to. Of her I knew even less and also had fewer chances to see her. In fact, I went back to that hotel under the excuse of asking some price questions to see if I managed to see her again. I felt my heart in my throat all the way to the hotel, but then she wasn’t there, the disappointment hit me like a slap in the face. I even asked the current receptionist there if she knew the woman, but while she told me that, yes, there was an interim receptionist for a few days before she got the job, she hadn’t met them.

I WAS TRYING, DAMMIT.

It was so weird. I was determined, motivated. I was trying to find these two women who I liked based on a vague feeling that we might just hit it off. My five girlfriends encouraged my search, even! And yet I couldn’t find a trace of them!

Was this my karma? Was the universe telling me to be happy with what I had and not ask for more? Or was someone up there simply getting a kick out of watching me waste my newfound resolve in a futile search?

Ugh. I’m not giving up, though. Every time I go out I have my eyes peeled for them, just in case I happen to randomly find them. If I do, I won’t miss that chance. Though… I don’t know how I’ll approach them without seeming like a creepy fuck.

Anyway, the good news.

Isabelle and I got our video channel going. We’ve uploaded six videos so far, and we have… a decent amount of views for a completely new and unknown channel. Mila gave us a shoutout on her page, which made the numbers go up a bit, but not by much. She might have a pretty big following, but they’re not there for music recommendations, are they? The point is, we’re doing something and that’s a good thing in and off itself.

On top of that, there’s another bit of good news, and I was ecstatic to share them with the girls. And so, like every other day, I walked from my house to the school early in the morning. I made my way to our little club room, which had since been decorated with new, red curtains, a few potted plants, and… occult looking stuff, like the ouija board, a framed picture of all 22 major tarot arcanas, and another one with alchemy symbols. At least now we gave a vibe that we were a club about… something.

I almost wished I had arrived later so I didn't have to wait, but wait I did until everyone arrived. I stood up from my seat, cleared my throat and addressed them all.

“Everyone, I… have something to show you,” I said, unable to stop grinning.

“I thought you were in an unusually good mood,” Grace said. “What is it? Did you finally find those two girls?”

My smile dropped and my shoulders fell. “I… No, not yet. This is about something else.”

Grace chuckled. “Sorry, sorry.”

“So? What happened?” Noelle asked.

I brought out my wallet, and from it I took out…

“You got your license!” Alice beamed, standing up from her seat.

“Yep!” I slid my new driver’s license over to her and she held it up. “I don’t have a car yet, but I can drive one if I need to.”

Alice ran over to me and hugged me tightly, laughing and jumping with pure joy. “Congratulations! Hahaha!” She kissed me hard all over the face. She was happier than I was, somehow.

“Thanks for being so patient with me,” I told her, hugging her back.

“Patient?” Mila asked, giggling. “Alice couldn’t stop talking about how quickly you were learning.”

“Yeah. Made me feel dumb that it took me like four months,” Sarah said, frowning and crossing her arms.

“Not dumb, Sarah. Just stubborn as a mule,” Alice told her, sticking out her tongue. “You kept trying to do things your way and nearly broke the clutch with terrible gear shifting.”

“...Which is why I drive an automatic now,” Sarah conceded. “Anyway, congrats, Oliver.”

“Thank you.”

“Should we celebrate?” Grace asked. “Sarah, let him borrow your car so he can drive us somewhere.”

“Just because mine is the biggest one, huh?”

“So now I’m the only one who doesn’t drive?” Noelle asked, pouting.

“I can teach you, too,” Alice offered.

“Yeah. She’s great at it,” I told her.

“I… don’t know.” Noelle sighed. “I’ve tried before, but I get too nervous behind the wheel. I sometimes even close my eyes…”

“Ouch…” Alice winced. “Well, it’s not like everyone needs to learn how to drive, but the offer is always there, okay?”

We sat down again, only this time Alice clung to me and sat on my lap. I casually began to caress her inner thigh as we continued talking.

“And are you planning on getting a car, then?” Sarah asked me.

“I’d love to, of course, but it’s not within my budget. I’ll just drive my mom’s car for errands and such. Though there’s a certain beautiful, bright yellow sports car I’d like to take for a spin sometime…”

Alice smiled at me, locked her beautiful blue eyes with mine, leaned in and kissed me deeply and lovingly, licking my lips. “Not in a million years, my love.”

I chuckled. “Well, I tried.”

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