I predictably said, "I'd love to date you."
She replied with a sweet smile and a blush, "Ok then.. See you soon." She floated away back to her training. I started speed walking back too. We were definitely going to be a bit late, but that was important to get settled, especially the tongue-on-tongue part.
Meandering through Maria's mixed signals left me fairly dazed and disoriented, but I was finally starting to understand. Based on my assumptions, I came to the following tentative conclusion on her viewpoint: When she has thought it through, and if she chooses to accept the relationship for the long-term, that would be the moment when she will allow herself to love me and take this seriously. In the meantime, this would be a casual fling that she was 'selfishly' pursuing based on her seemingly inexplicable attraction to me.
She didn't want to give me the idea that she is leading me on so she explained everything upfront. The fact that she was open to a casual fling in the first place also seemed to take her by surprise, which was why her behavior contrasted wildly moment by moment. In fact, I was positive that I lucked out. The rational side of her probably wanted this to end.
Oddly enough, her largest reservation about me having to have sex with other girls was what her family will think about it, even more than how she would feel. That might change later, but it was still an interesting tidbit of information to know. Her family's opinions were important to her. I couldn't quite relate to the feeling. My mom got along great with Maria. In any case, I should make an effort to get to know her family, even if it will only be from her.
I made it back to the heavy door and swiped my card on it. I pulled it back and entered the office area where Katy and Ryan were waiting. I checked the clock and was a good 10 minutes late. "Apologies, guys. I got held up by something really important. It won't happen again." I said.
Ryan put away his phone and said, "No big deal, kid. I'm a cool cat for the first time, but after that I'll start shitting on you, capiche? My time is a commodity and respect is a two way street."
That was honestly a lot harsher than I expected. I suppose people who aren't degenerates, like me, really value their time, especially when they are rich and famous. I replied, "I understand. I had to square things away with the girl I like and it couldn't wait."
"Heh.." Ryan snickers, "Judging by that barely hidden dumb grin on your face, you're putting hoes before bros and actually getting somewhere! Can't blame you, then. I'd rather be with my wife than with you any day. Unless you want a place deep in my heart? I can make time and text you from the toilet!"
I snorted and ignored his rambling. We headed back into the Situation Room and I looked at him wondering if he was going to press the button. He did not press it just yet. Instead, he crossed his arms and asked, "Since you spoke to your girl, what's your decision on the sex work? Have you stopped pussyfooting around?"
I sighed, watching him giggle to himself like a middle schooler as he emphasized the pussy in 'pussyfoot' and said, "Ha ha, very funny. I've decided to be alright with it, but I'm not sure how much discomfort will come up when it comes down to it. I'd rather not rush to actual sex."
Ryan nodded and said with rare seriousness, "The decision is the first step. As long as you remain steadfast, you'll get over it. I don't mind seeing my wife kiss others, but she gets really antsy when she watches me kiss other actresses. Neither of us enjoy it, but it's necessary. Before we were husband and wife, we were actors and we loved it. There's a special kind of satisfaction when the crew finishes a film, all our hard work comes together, and all our fans love it. We take pride in what we do. Do you follow?"
I wasn't sure if I did. Maybe when I eventually Fix someone and feel what Ryan called 'a special kind of satisfaction' for the first time, it will make more sense.
My blank face clued him off to the fact that his motivational speech flew right over my head. "Come on, man! That didn't get your blood pumping? Well, whatever. Just keep it in mind. Some things you need to experience to learn."
I nodded and he walked over to press the button. There were two more girls on the schedule before I could spend more time with Maria. This time around, I felt less automatic disgust about spending time with other girls. It felt like an office job now. Something that I had to grit my teeth and put effort into. Eventually, I'll get good enough at it that I'll be able to spend less of my time on it. At least, that was the plan.
The door opened and Katy led in someone I can only imagine as a big tiddy goth gf. The two girls were the same height, and about the same age from what I could tell, but that's where their similarities ended. Goth3 has dyed black hair with silver highlights, two studs just under the sides of her bottom lip, and two more on her nipples, which were made obvious by the lack of a bra under her cream-colored shirt. Overall, her outfit loosely resembled Ciri from The Witcher 3. She was far too overdressed for the current occasion.
Ryan muttered, "Sweet Mary Magdalene, this one came straight out of the Dark Ages."
Goth3 was smiling and touching the walls, apparently enjoying the novelty of the experience of being in a VR headset. She looked at us, adjusted the dials, and giggled to herself. I stripped myself fully, because I fully expected my boner to come back.
This girl was pretty hot. I was not a fan of piercings overall, but hot was hot. Her appearance was approximately on par with Maria. The main factor was those C cup tits looked huge on her tiny frame. Also, ever since my encounter with Ginger2, I have become a fan of asses. Goth3's ass did indeed look incredible in those tight black leather pants.
To top it all off, the top to bottom symmetry of her proportions left a feeling of aesthetic delight. She turned her head away from us to observe the room and walked around, swinging her hips in slight arcs that showcased her high talent for attracting eyes onto her body. I could tell then that she was the kind of girl who reveled in being the center of attention. She spoke in a smooth, albeit slightly nasal voice, "This is wonderful tech. How do I get one to take home?"
I looked at Ryan and he shook his head, indicating there was no way for her to get her hands on one. She pouted and started to undo the knots on her elaborate outfit. Her voice took on a sickeningly sweet tone when she said, "There's no way I could.. convince either of you to make an exception?"
Goth3 knew she couldn't hear us, so communication would not be easy, but she seemed to have a natural disregard for the rules, as if they had been made to be broken. Laying down on the bed and playing the game didn't cut it for her. The four visible studs were evidence of her flirtations with the counterculture movement. She shrugged at our lack of response and continued stripping. Soon, the pieces of her outfit were placed neatly on the table.
Despite her aversion to our rules, she followed her own rather rigidly. Moreover, the arrangement of her clothes and the uniformity of her makeup showed that she only really dabbled in swimming against the current. Somehow, she reminded me of how I was slowly learning how to be normal, except I believed she was the opposite. I intuitively realized that she was slowly trying not to be normal.
I felt an absurd moment of camaraderie between myself and her, two people with exactly antithetical goals. I wondered how we would end up 10 years down the line. Would her body be covered in tattoos, piercings, and gages? Or would she keep her currently minimal extent of body modifications and express her ambition for abnormality in a less external way, for example, through art, literature, poetry, or sex? I preferred the latter kind. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and I personally found her very beautiful like she was now without further major changes.
I didn't have much confidence in myself fitting in with normal people, so I always thought that I had to change to become more like them. Now, I felt a new perspective dawn upon me. Just like I postulated for Goth3, I wondered whether there were other ways for me to approach being normal without molding my personality into something totally new. It was a difficult concept for me to analyze. I couldn't think of any examples or clues on how to proceed, because I was so set in my previous goals of trying to be more social, more ambitious, and waste less time on the computer.
I wondered, if I hadn't met Maria, would I try to pursue Goth3? Would I try to break the rules and find out her real identity? I felt sure that if I had fallen in love with Goth3 instead, that I would abandon my goal of being normal in a heartbeat by following her descent into counterculture, which is a different kind of abnormal from my current degeneracy. This begged the question.. If I was such a blank slate before Maria happened, what is my true self? Where would I be happiest? Right now, it's with Maria, but would that last the test of time? Especially if I ever discover my true self..?
Outside my introspective rabbit hole, back in reality, I was staring wide-eyed at Goth3's smoking hot body. The petite bombshell was feeling increasingly flattered from seeing our altered forms entirely frozen following her stripshow. Ryan also misunderstood the situation in the same way. He coughed and said, "You know, you have permission to appreciate the beauty of this particular female form in a more intimate manner." in a tone that screamed, 'What are you waiting for?!'
I walked up to her and took her hand. She was almost an entire foot shorter than me and she was shaking, not with fear, but with excitement. It was impossible for job recruiters for the kind of job Goth3 was currently doing to select candidates from a randomized sample of all women in the area. Nearly every girl who took the job was bound to be an exhibitionist pervert. I knew this, but I still found vicarious excitement in her own and felt emboldened. Many of the inhibitions that I felt earlier this morning were fading, due to Maria's capitulation and from Goth3's beauty.
I gently groped her left breast with my other hand and pushed her against the wall of the room. I then moved her hand that I was holding down to her waxed clean pussy. She automatically began stroking herself while I leaned down and focused on her studded tits. I mashed them together, enjoying their soft squishiness and feeling extremely lucky. This was the first time that I openly groped boobies, except for a few accidents in the past with my mom, which outclassed Goth3's by a fair margin.
Nevertheless, these were also lovely. The studs were even magnetic, awkwardly sticking her nipples together. I was honestly impressed about that part. When I yanked them apart, she moaned loudly, "HAhhn!"
I was naked against her and my dick surged upward, only to be held in place between her clenched thighs. She paid no heed to its massive proportions for some reason. Maybe her current VR settings made it hard to notice? I tried sucking on her nipples. They tasted like sweat and metal. Her jilling intensified as she rolled her thighs on my length. She looked over at Ryan and said, "Hey big guy, why don't you join in the fun?"
I sucked her nipple far away enough from her body to get a good look at her licking her vaginal juices from her fingers and giving Ryan a sultry, wet finger hook gesture. This was a girl who knew what she wanted: to push her own and our limits, even if it violated the job description. Two cocks were indeed better at pushing limits than one.