Ira positioned herself lower to expose his crotch but still straddled him with her powerful legs. Horace was amazed to realise he couldn’t overpower her. Ira pulled his zipper down and released his cock. She stroked it once, twice, it didn’t need much to harden. Then she bit the condom wrapper, spat the bit to the side and slipped it on his erection.
Biting her tongue, she positioned her waist over his and pushed her panties to the side, letting him slip right inside her. She was dripping wet and Horace moaned as he felt the sudden warmth that hugged his cock. He forgot all about his bruises and scratches and surrendered to the crazy lady that pushed him down and had her way with him.
Ira thrust her waist back and forth with incredible strength. He felt like a workout instrument being pummelled to its extreme. Sure, he was the one penetrating her but it felt more like she was fucking him.
Horace enjoyed it, far too much. He had a fleeting thought about getting caught, about someone hearing them and walking over to check out what was happening. It had to be illegal, doing it outside. But that fear made it all the more thrilling. His adrenaline oozed inside him, his heart pounded, his cock rubbed against Ira’s insides with increasing strength.
His breath caught and he came hard, harder than he had ever had before.
Cum pooled down the rim of the condom. He throbbed inside her and she still kept thrusting, but slower and deliberate now. She made sure to rub her clit on the trimmed hairs of his crotch, and it wasn’t long before she came. Her legs tightened when she did and it was impossible for him not to notice, she was near breaking his bones.
Ira breathed out and released after a few seconds of ecstasy. She stood up, pulled the condom off of him and threw it away in the bushes. She pulled her dress over her legs and pushed the curls out of her face. “Are you just gonna lie there?” she asked him.
Horace kept panting, hardly able to believe what had happened. He pulled his pants up but otherwise stayed motionless. “I need a minute,” he said, out of breath.
Chapter 45: Evie
Evie turned on her laptop and logged in her secret profile. Ooh, messages! She opened them and then put her hand to her mouth.
She couldn’t believe it. Commissions. Paid work. For her art. People wanted to pay her real money to turn their photographs into avatars. Women from all over the world, short, tall, Latino, Arab, she had about twelve straight-up commissions and another twenty-five questions.
She shook her head, made a frappé and put her butt down, all sleep gone from her face. She categorised the messages, replied to some quick questions, then decided to start with a Filipino girl who was missing a limb. She had a cheap and ugly prosthetic arm on. She had sent a profile picture of her well-lit face and a full body one, front, side and back. She seemed to have researched it and knew what Evie needed to start working, better than Evie herself. She chided herself for being so unprofessional. Pretty much all the questions were precisely that: What materials did she need to start with?
Evie promptly updated the commission status with instructions on what she needed to begin with. It was pretty much what the Filipino girl had sent already. Evie copied and pasted the instructions on all the remaining messages and sent them all.
Then she picked up her drawing tablet and chewed on her lip, studying the girl’s form.
She was thin, young, no more than fifteen. She had nice features but seemed shy. She hadn’t been blessed with many curves, but her face looked regal. Evie started drawing, imagining the girl how she’d be in five years. She put on pauldrons on her that made her look very much like royalty, and drew a dress on her that looked intricate and beautiful. It hid her imperfections and underlined her better features. On a whim, Evie changed the lines of the dress to go in parallel with the girl’s sharp edges under the chin. Yes, it looked awesome. Taking a step back, Evie felt satisfied with the quick drawing.
She sipped some frappé and went to work, sculpting the 3D avatar of a powerful Filipino sorceress with an arm made of flame.
Sleep was for the weak.
Chapter 46: Horace
“What the hell happened to you?” Superbia squealed, opening the door for them. “Did you get mugged or something?”
Horace snickered a stifled ‘No,’ and Ira said nothing. They each went into a different bathroom to clean up.
He felt a lot better after a shower, and mumbled to himself about forgetting to do the laundry for so many days. He was delighted to find out that the girls had done it for him and ironed everything, even stacking his clothes in neat piles in his closet. Being a bachelor for so long made him quite punctual with house chores, but the last few days have been frantic at best. He smiled as he put on fresh-smelling shorts and t-shirt and felt quite nice having the girls around. He wasn’t the kind of slob to sit around and wait for a woman/mother to pick up after him, but it felt good being pampered.
He could definitely get used to such palatial treatment.
Horace found the girls in the living room, they had popcorn and were watching some chick-flick. Acedia had a single tear running down her cheek, Superbia was stoic as ever, Luxuria was bawling over in tears and sniffing her runny nose while sipping on her beer. Horace rubbed her shoulder and kissed her on the cheek. “I didn’t know you were such a softie.”
“It’s an epic love story, full of heartache and joy. Such a good movie,” she sniffled, kissing him back with wet lips. She tasted like beer and salt.
“Is Ava around? I wanted to give her some good news,” he asked, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bowl in front.
“She’s in her room, getting her beauty sleep. Has a face mask on and everything, I’d leave her alone if I were you. You can tell her tomorrow morning, she wakes up early,” Lux said, eyes glued to the romance unfolding on the TV screen.
Horace leaned back, caressing the sexy woman. Her mere presence next to him made him hard again, even though she did nothing to directly tease him. He exhaled slowly, enjoying the feel of a sexy woman and the comfort of his couch. “Gods, I feel so tired.”
Lux shooed him away. “Go, I bet Ira is waiting for you in your room.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Really?”
Luxuria turned around to him and gripped his erection over his shorts as if she was tugging him along by it. She bit her lip. “Yes, Horace,” she purred, “I don’t think you’re done with my sister yet. Davai!” Her last command was a ‘move it’ expression.
Horace went inside his room and immediately turned to shut the door. He slowly turned around and found Ira lazily lying on his bed. She was cleaned up, wearing red pyjamas that were worn out to a near white fibre. She wiggled her toes impatiently, while the fan in his room made her black curls sway.
He sat next to her and kissed her softly on the lips. “Are we sleeping together tonight?”
Ira shrugged. “Sure. Why not?” Her eyes fell on the tent he was pitching under his shorts. It wasn’t really that hard to miss.
Horace turned off the lights and went under the bedsheet, bringing it over her as well, tucking her in.
She tapped on his chest, obviously hesitating about something.
“What is it? Just tell me.” He touched her cheek softly. His cock was getting softer, to his satisfaction. He really needed to get some sleep.
Ira’s voice became a naughty pout, a side he never expected to see from the hardy woman. “I want you to put it in my bum.”
Horace blinked at that a couple of times, then a few times more. “I... see...” he said lamely.
“I brought lubricant,” she said with the same coy tone that seriously didn’t fit her at all.
Horace turned around to see a small plastic bottle on his bedside table. “Oh.” He rubbed his head. “Okay, I’ve never had a woman ask for it, I always had to beg, to be honest.”
Ira bit her lips and rubbed her face on his neck, breathing hard. “Oh, they don’t know what they’re missing,” she said huskily, making his erection come back.
Then she l
aid face down on the bed and pulled her pyjamas down, exposing her tight butt.
Chapter 47: Evie
“I feel ugly,” the message said. Evie bit her lip and read on. “I’m a water polo player. As you can see from the pics, I’m tall and very muscular. I like playing polo, but I don’t like how men seem to avoid me.”
Evie sighed and took a more analytical glance at the woman’s photos. She squinted and let her eyes become unfocused, taking in her silhouette. She was gorgeous in her own way, and Evie wanted her to see that. She decided not to change anything about her, simply to find a way for her better features to come forward. Yes, the woman was indeed framed like a man. More muscular than most men. But she wasn’t ugly, not in any way. The polo player had sent a swimsuit photo of her, full body, showing off her powerful physique and glistening skin.
Nobody in that good a physical condition should feel ugly. Evie decided to do what she could.
She sat cross-legged on the bed and grabbed her drawing tablet. She experimented with a few elements, fire, earth, lightning. Nothing looked good.
She glanced outside at the nightly Athens. The city wasn’t buzzing with traffic and simply had hazy lights, the time being 4 a.m. Hazy, water. She took a sip of her frappé, wiping the condensation off the cool surface of the glass with her finger. Then she slapped her head.
Of course, water. Why stray from it?
She started to draw furiously over the woman’s body. The sketch was quick but Evie could see the finished product in her mind. Switching to her 3D sculpting program she scanned her client’s body and started adding details. She stayed true to her earlier decision on not to change anything about her body, no thinner hands, no bigger eyes, nothing. She was beautiful and Evie would make her see that.
She sculpted a long dress over the lower half of her body. She added the texture of the Aegean sea, and instead of frills she added the foam of waves. She made the entire back open, hands exposed, muscles wet and glistening. She made the dress hang on to her breasts, this was 3D after all, she could make anything. She added the colour of the deeper water, dark blue up there, maintaining her dignity.
Then she sculpted fish in air around the polo player. She animated them with a script she found from some open-source library, and she let them lazily swim around the woman’s avatar. The edges of her dress crashed in the ground, the water flowed downwards and reflected sunlight in little rainbows. She gave the entire dress a see-through attribute that was enough for her powerful legs to show under the water but enough to maintain her dignity. She took even more time adjusting the material sliders for the part of the dress covering the woman’s breasts, finding the exact right balance.
When she was done, she put the laptop down and stood up to stretch her legs and look at it from afar.
The woman was all there, Evie had changed nothing about her. She was standing in a relaxed pose having just stepped out of the pool, and her body was all there in full display. Her powerful arms, her wide back that had glorious, interesting, interwoven muscle and ended down in a thin waist. Evie gave her a spin in 3D space. She was gorgeous from any angle.
She squinted and took a sip of coffee.
She decided to change something in the woman’s body. Just a tiny thing.
She selected the control node for the head, and raised the woman’s chin just a fraction upwards.
There. Perfect.
Chapter 48: Horace
It was as if Horace had woken up on the wrong side of the bed. He woke up sweaty and feeling like shit, his pillow completely soaked. He ruffled Ira’s hair as she snoozed next to him and darted off to get a glass of water, he was that thirsty. Gula cheered a ‘Good morning!’ to him and he grumbled something similar back to her. Then he went into the bathroom, splashed water on his face, and winced at the cut on his cheek. He cleaned it with soap and threw some pure alcohol on it, then relieved himself. Everything was off, even his aim while peeing on the toilet. He made a mess and threw some wet toilet paper to wipe the urine he splashed to the side.
Grunting, he cleaned up as best he could and went to get ready for work. He seriously didn’t feel like working today, and he grabbed his phone to ask for a sick day.
Wait, he was the manager. Ask a sick day from whom?
Fuuuck!
Grunting, he put on his pants, noticed a stain on them and cursed out loud. Ira flinched and he said, “Sorry, sorry, stay in bed.”
He walked back into the kitchen. His breakfast was ready and he took a long sip of coffee, then downed a piece of cake.
“Everything okay, dear?” Superbia asked, fluttering her eyelashes.
Seeing her made his day, she was that kind of woman. He smiled at her and felt bad about, well, feeling bad. “I’m just not feeling the whole ‘going to work,’ thing today, that’s all.”
“It happens,” she shrugged and took a ladylike sip of her coffee. It was hot, Turkish style.
Horace turned to Acedia. “I just feel like kicking it back on the couch all day with Acedia, watching shows and munching on junk food!” he said, slapping the girl’s thigh.
Acedia turned slowly to him and her face transformed when she gave him a smile. “Wow! I’d like that very much, Horace. You know that.”
Horace sighed deeply. “Sadly, I can’t. I’m the one who wanted that promotion, right?” he asked rhetorically, turning to Superbia.
The blonde smirked at him. “I guess.”
He had his breakfast, then said loudly, “Gula! This was great, as always. Do you have Ava’s tray ready for me?”
“Sure, here it is...” the chubby girl said, finishing up the bacon and putting it on the plate.
Horace kissed Gula. She squealed with delight a tiny bit. He then sucked through his teeth. “Let’s get this over with,” he said, picking up the tray.
He knocked.
“Come on in,” the regal voice said from inside.
Horace found the Asian woman having settled in nicely. She had spread out all her jewelry and makeup on the neglected vanity and was making herself pretty in the mirror. He placed the tray with her breakfast next to her.
“Well?”
“I did what you said. I managed to double my income, albeit for just a day,” he chuckled awkwardly. Why did he feel like he was just a kid talking to the school principal?
“It’s a good start.” She plucked a hair from her perfect eyebrow, then inspected it from various angles. Horace took the chance to check out her body, she was wearing an amazing black kimono with golden ribbons. Even though she was older, and even though he had been getting some all week, he still felt his loins respond to the regal presence of Avaritia.
Avaritia. Even her name demanded to be breathed out in a moan during climax.
Horace shook his head. What was he on about? Seriously, he was acting like a horny teenager again, this was embarrassing.
“What are your plans for the immediate future?” Ava asked, pulling her top lip down to apply some cream.
“I... uh... I’m not sure. Even the deal I struck last night was a spur of the moment thing. To be honest, I was racking my brain all day yesterday to figure out how to fulfil what you wanted and I had nothing.”
“Oh, but you did. You saw an opportunity and you took it.” She turned to him and nailed her stare up to him. It was hard maintaining eye contact with the woman. “Keep doing just that, young one.”
“I-I will,” he bowed, and dashed out of there.
Chapter 49: Horace
Evie got to work on time. She was exhausted, but working at Zillions was quite fun. And, who was she kidding, she needed the money. She threw her overnight bag at the employee area and changed into the cream/brown uniform. It was her and Martha, George was waiting outside, cleaning up in his casual clothes to save time while he waited for them to get ready. And Horace came in, opened up the shop and spoke to nobody. Oh, he spoke, grumbling a few ‘goodmornings,’ then sat down on the boss’ desk.
Evie huffed and blew a raspb
erry. “How do you get your hair in this thing?” she whined, messing with her employee hat.
“Oh, let me show you,” Martha said, pulling up Evie’s hair and turning them in a sort of knot, then into the hair net.
Evie spun around, checking herself out in the mirror. “Oh. That was easy, thanks, girl!”
“You’re welcome,” Martha said, smiling and changing her top.
Evie leaned in close to Martha and whispered, “Horace looks grumpy today.”
She noticed Martha flinching at that. “Yeah... he does.”
Evie frowned at the young woman but said nothing more. Had something happened between those two? Or, was she just cowering before the boss, or at least, the boss’ representative at that moment? Evie shrugged. She guessed it was easy for her to be casual around Horace, she knew him for a long time. She was certain she wouldn’t feel the same with another manager.
She helped back, fixing Martha’s top around her belt and got outside. “Let’s get to work and eat some ice cream!” she announced.
Martha giggled at that.
A couple of hours later, Horace’s ‘friends’ came over. Oh, sure, Evie was nice and polite, and brought them their coffees and their ice cream. Half the girls had settled into what flavours they liked, Gula was more adventurous and wanted to try all the tastes, ‘All zillion of them,’ they both said together and laughed.
Gods, she was liking them. But she didn’t wanna! But she did.
Horace spent the day mulling around in the boss’ desk or supervising everything. Instead of doing things himself, just like he used to do, he stood over every little thing all three of them did and corrected them. It was annoying. Evie could handle it, and, swallowing her pride, she could admit that she was new and she did need some pointers still.
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