Rush hour hasn’t fully subsided yet. But at least we were moving, albeit slowly.

“Honey, thank you so much for today,” my passenger said.

“Eh, you are welcome. I had a lot of fun as well,” I replied. “Your friends are… certainly a unique bunch.”

“That they are,” she snorted. “Funny that you are the one saying this, though.”

“I am indeed a weirdo,” I easily agreed.

It was quiet again for a few minutes.

“About what Patricia said…” unexpected words left the mouth of my present company.

“I took it for what it was, a joke.” I sighed.

“Um, I mean, aren’t you interested at least a bit?” She didn’t give up.

“Not really? If you weren’t in the picture, I wouldn’t mind sleeping with her a few times. That’s all,” was my answer. “Let me make it clear. I find her attractive enough for a night of passion, but have no interest in her except the fact she is your friend.”

“But…” she tried to say something else.

“No buts,” I interrupted her. “Olivia, I repeat myself. I am not interested in her proposition, whether it was serious or a joke.”

Another period of silence.

“Um, theoretically‌, if I said that, um, I would like to give it a go. What would you say then? In theory, of course,” my mistress dropped another bomb upon me.

“I would agree, under the clear-cut condition, that it would be a one-and-done event. I would be pretty angry to discover you two hooking up behind my back later on.” Heavens, see, I had enough experiences like that with Bella.

“So, theoretically speaking…” Fucking hell.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Olivia. If you want to watch me nail your best friend, or want to join in as she offered, just say so. Choose a date, and I will do so.” I had enough. “Otherwise, if you're just feeling curious and want a threesome with someone, no matter who it is, let’s just ask Bella. She won’t say no and has a lot of experience with this stuff. Well, she is also much hotter than Patricia will ever be.”

“I call bullshit. You are just biased.” You don’t just…

We were stuck in the traffic once again, so I took my phone and quickly scrolled the contact list towards Bella. Open chat, scrolling a little up, the selfie from Wednesday.

“Here. This is Bella. In full glory,” I gave my phone to Olivia. She took it in her hand and looked at the screen.

“Wow… Um… Just wow,” was all she could say. “Um, honey, you won’t mind if I think about it for a while?”

“Of course, take your time,” I nodded. “If anything, I would prefer to keep you all to myself. But if it’s something you want to try, I would be much more comfortable if the third one was her.”

And another bout of silence. I kept myself focussed on the road until the soft moaning sound broke my concentration completely. I glanced toward Olivia, and the absurdity of my second life hit me over once again.

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It was a sight to behold. Still looking at the screen of my phone, with her eyes half-lidded, my strange girlfriend was biting her lower lip, trembling lightly. She sunk deep into the passenger seat, effectively lying down already, with her legs being wide apart. Her skirt rolled up, showing her white-and-green vertical striped panties. One of her hands was slowly tracing the already visible moist patch between her legs. She felt my gaze, and slowly turned her face toward me and smiled seductively.

“I was really in the mood after all the things you said earlier. Honey, can you touch me, please?” Her smile widened a bit. “Do you want me to take off my panties, or maybe just pull it down a bit?”

Deep inside my mindscape, all of my masks switched one after another, trying, and failing, to cope with the absurd reality. But then… wasn’t this different enough from the first round? Just as I wanted. Yes. I felt the crack in my mask widen even more.

I looked into the expectant eyes of the girl in the passenger seat. She relished in my attention, in the lust that my gaze was no doubt full of. I saw myself in her eyes. He smirked wryly, shaking his head, giving up trying to find the answer in the past. He never saw her like this. His loss.

“Wait until we get home.” She whined a bit, but listened to me.

Haa, that’s why I hate driving. If only this car had an autopilot…

***

“Honey, how do you think I would look wearing this one?” This question brought me back to reality.

Olivia held a really short yellow dress in front of herself. Hm, honestly I had no clue why she was asking me, of all people, about the choice of clothes. Yet, I wasn’t dense enough to say it out loud. There definitely was a reason, even if for the life of me, I wouldn’t be able to find it. And even if there was no reason at all, it’s still better to just play along.

“Incredible,” I gave her a short answer.

“You said the same thing about the last three as well!” What sort of landmine did I step on this time? Women.

“Because you actually look incredible in pretty much everything. I really have a hard time imagining clothes that could make you look bad,” I told her my true opinion. This, and the fact I didn’t know what to say otherwise.

Olivia frowned and glared at me intently for a moment, then her expression turned into one of joy and she smiled.

“Flatterer.” The beauty in front of my eyes stuck her tongue out playfully. “And flattery will get you everywhere.”

And she turned back to the closet, most likely looking for another piece. I looked at the clock, quarter past ten already, and fought back a sigh. My mistress was doing this for the last hour, give or take, and, judging by the fact she was still naked, there was no actual progress. Can’t say I wasn’t enjoying the show she was putting on, though.

“What about this one?” The strangely modest light gray woven turtleneck dress with long sleeves. It was quite long and there wasn’t much of a décolleté even, except for a small rectangle of a… boob window, for the lack of a better term.

“Try it on and give me a spin.” I was quite honestly done already, and this one just so happened to be there at the right time.

Olivia shrugged and did just that. Oh. Oh, indeed. Despite being modest at the first glance, it actually stuck to her figure like a second skin. In addition, it showed off much of her bare back as well. Yes, I certainly liked this one a lot.

“So, how does it look?” There was mischief in my girlfriend’s tone.

“It looks like I should thank the heavens for my color scheme. Red and black will come quite handy,” I answered in a mock dire tone. “With all those idiots, I will be forced to hospitalize tonight for ogling you too much.”

“So, this is the one?” Her smile shone like the sun.

“It is, indeed.” I nodded.

I gave her another once over and Olivia, fully aware of my wandering eyes, struck a seductive pose. For a moment there I was seriously considering limiting our club outing to my personal lounge, but, eh, I was itching for a bit of a fight, to be honest. My horrible nature wasn’t limited to just sexual stuff.

“Hey, honey, maybe I should go without underwear? What do you think?” The expression on the pretty face of my personal temptress was positively impish.

“I think not.” I shook my head.

“Why?” she asked.

“Because I enjoy taking them off you myself, of course,” I told her the simple truth.

Olivia giggled and, putting extra sway into her hips with each step, went to do her makeup. Fucking finally.