My mistress really asked me to buy the fresh bread from the local bakery. That extended my route by a quarter of an hour, plus the time inside the shop, so it took me one and a half hours to return.

I opened the apartment door and went inside. After taking off my running shoes, I continued my way to the kitchen, from where I could smell the coffee and hear the voices of two girls talking about something. Both Olivia and Claire were sitting on the windowsill, holding the coffee cups in their hands. On the second glance, I noticed that both were fresh out of the shower, wet hair and no makeup gave them away, and, for some unknown reason, wearing my t-shirts. My girlfriend, against her habit, actually wore the pair of panties underneath, while the counter girl was wearing a pair of shorts that were a good size too tight on her hips.

I waved my hand in a greeting, put the bag with bread on the kitchen table, and decided to complete my calisthenics and stretching routine.

***

“You are a monster,” the two girls chorused in unison. No idea why. What’s wrong with handstand push-ups?

For some reason, both Olivia and Claire decided to ogle me through the workout. Olivia even asked me to take off my shirt for more engagement for the audience, with Claire nodding along. I told them that I won’t mind doing it if they would also take off theirs. It was more of a joke than anything else on my part, and, in the end, I still did it anyway just to show off my physique, but the koala girl’s flustered expression was a treat in itself.

“And you are doing this routine every day?” Claire asked, sounding positively dumbfounded. “Why do you even need to go to the gym?”

I finished the last set before answering her question:

“To pick up girls, for the most part,” I told the truth. “And, well, most of the body weight exercises long since became too inefficient for me, and I don’t have enough space for the proper equipment in this apartment. Hence, I am going to the gym to work with weights.”

Still topless, I proceeded into cooldown yoga, doubling as a stretch and mobility routine. It was just a week since I started doing it in this body, so my goal was far away as ever.

“Ugh, you are more flexible than me,” lamented my mistress.

“Monster,” doubled Claire. “What are you aiming for? Vertical split?”

I shook my head and smiled wryly, while shifting into a different position. I kept my silence, though, since the proper breathing was a part of the exercise.

***

Walking out of the shower, the contrast one as usual after my work-out, I found that both girls, once more, were sitting on the kitchen windowsill. My breakfast, plus a cup of coffee, was already waiting for me on the table.

Eggs, bacon, simple vegetable salad without any dressing. All heavily seasoned. By now, Olivia already memorized my preferences. Listening to the girl’s talk, something about the movie they both wanted to watch later, I dug into my food.

***

The movie was abysmally boring. In my opinion, of course. The gray mouse type girl, like six out of ten with makeup, hooked up with a ten out of ten guy, who fell for her from the first sight. I had no idea why he would do that, but, I guess, Cinderella-type stories were an ever-so-popular staple for romantic comedies.

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Still doesn’t change the fact that if I were watching it alone in the cinema, I would’ve left long ago. Though, being in the company of two pretty girls, while getting a lap pillow from one of them, made this movie much more bearable. Especially since I could easily ignore it, as the two of them had a conversation partner to discuss what was going on, even without my input.

***

Fuck. The feeling I felt right now was a true despair. That damned ‘masterpiece’ had a sequel.

The first movie was long enough, so it was almost lunchtime already. With the second one being even longer, we decided that it was time to get some food. After a quick vote, the offer to order pizza won unanimously. Claire said she knew a great local place, and, I must admit, her recommendation was worth it.

***

The second movie was just as bad as I thought. Out of nowhere, the childhood friend of the heroine, another ten out of ten dude deeply in love with, allegedly, the unassuming six out of ten girls. So, the love rivalry went full on, as two guys were getting ready to go for insane length, trying to get the attention of the main character, who still had enough audacity to try and sit on the fence the whole time.

Nah, even worse actually, since even the girls, with a small aid from carb crush from eating too much pizza, started to nod off somewhere in the first third of it. I was bored out of my mind long before that, so there was no one left to stop the group nap from happening.

I was still laying on top of Olivia’s lap, which made me wonder how her legs seemingly never went numb all this time. So, she simply keeled over, almost suffocating my drowsy self with her breasts. Claire fought heroically against the power of Morpheus, but still lost in the end. Following tradition, a short while after she fell asleep, she relocated onto my chest.

I sighed and fished around, looking for something to cover our nap-pile. Finally finding a comforter, I somehow managed to put it over Olivia’s form. Another round of fishing and a bit of a struggle later, I got a sheet from under the covers and wrapped it around Claire and, by extension, myself.

For a moment there. I had a weird thought, something along the line of ‘Why is the counter girl still chilling together with us, instead of leaving asap’. But it was neither here nor there. So I gave up. Sweet dreams.

The nap came to an end as abruptly as it started. The sound of an unfamiliar ringtone woke Claire up and seemingly led her into panic mode, for some reason. She quickly got up and almost dashed to the hall, where I left her purse, together with her smartphone, last night. I felt curious, but Olivia was hugging my head, so I couldn’t move without waking her up. On a side note, I was envious of her ability to stay asleep…

The door from the bedroom to the hall was open. And, since the koala girl didn’t really control the volume of her voice, I could hear the one-sided version of the conversation.

“I’m sorry, mom. I forgot.”

“I’m safe. Sorry for worrying you.”

“At a friend’s place.”

“No, not her. She is still on vacation.”

“No, not him either.”

“It’s someone you don’t know.”

“It’s a guy.”

“What? No!”

“No! He already has a girlfriend, anyway.”

“What do you mean, ‘who cares’?”

“No, nothing happened.”

“Why do you even ask that?”

“I already said he has a girlfriend, mom.”

“I care, mom.”

“No, I’m not going to give him the phone, mom.”

“I’m going to hang up, if you don’t start making sense, mom.”

“Today.”

“There are some things I need to think about first, mom.”

“I will tell you later, mom.”

“Yes, mom. I really am.

“Cya. Bye bye.”

There wasn’t a lot to unpack from what I heard, at least not with the spotty information I had about Claire in the first place.