Unsurprisingly, it was my last basic man-need which finally drove me to getting up — the ceaseless growl of my poor empty stomach! Groaning with the effort, I struggled to raise my hips up to crawl off from Vicky, only to be denied by the vice-like grip of her legs. Tilting my head back to match hers, I engulfed her lips in the deepest, most-powerful tongue-battle that I could imagine.
For a few brief seconds, she struggled to pull me in even tighter, but then her toy-instincts kicked in and she melted like butter in my arms. Waiting another few moments to fully enjoy trying to suck on each other's tonsils, I then pulled myself up and finally out of her, before rolling unceremoniously off the bed.
"I'm starving! Let's eat!" Vicky is soft, sexy, and desirable as all get-out, but I was damn hungry!!
"Awwwww…". Pouting forlornly, Vicky held open her arms and tried to tempt me back to her.
Glancing around my room, her complete uniform was neatly folded and laid atop my desk, near my computer. Heels stacked neatly on top of her pristinely folded apron, with her hose lovingly rolled up and stacked inside. Quite a contrast to mine, which was still tossed haphazardly in a pile in the corner, where I'd kicked them earlier.
"Go tell Maria to get dressed," I ordered Vicky, not bothering to even look back at her as I started rummaging around in my drawers. "Help her choose something nice. We're going out to eat this morning."
"Yes, Master." Vicky sounded a little down over the end of her "sexy time", but she'll get over it. She may be my personal play toy now, but that doesn't mean she's just a sex toy! My fat ass may be horny enough to daydream about something like that, but my body doesn't have the endurance to live up to it!
Coldly ignoring her as Vicky sadly left the room — I didn't want to get enraptured by her charms again — I wholeheartedly focused my mind on picking out my clothes. Once she was gone, I finally managed to relax enough to try and pick out something decent to wear.
Normally, I'm not a fashion obsessed guy, but today I was going to be going out with both the girls. I know I'm no Prince Charming, but they're both peerless beauties. I should try to minimize the embarrassment they both probably feel every time they're seen with me out in public, as much as possible.
Deciding on a nice pair of navy blue dress pants, some clean undies, and a simple white button-up top, I made a beeline to the bathroom before anything else. I'm fat. I sweat. I know I sometimes stink, but I also know girls *always* take longer to get ready than boys. Hopping in the shower, I took a quick 5-minute scrub down, and then hopped back out to dry off and get dressed.
"Vicky! Want to come wipe off real fast?" Leaving the shower running so it'd stay warm, I yelled for her as I went by Maria's room and back towards mine.
"Sure!" Bouncing out of Maria's room, all signs of Vicky's poutiness was gone as she giggled lightly and wiggled her hips exaggeratedly as she passed me by, drawing my gaze unerringly to her swaying breasts. Damn, that girl knows how to get a man's attention!!
Ignoring the growing warmth in my groin, I forced myself back into my room and into the closet. Distracting myself, I rummaged through Maria's wardrobes and finally picked out some clothes for both of them. Chuckling like an evil overlord, I finally turned and left to finish helping Maria get dressed first.
"Wrong hair," I told her, chuckling as I tugged the bright pink wig off her head.
"Hu… Huh?" Turning in her seat, Maria looked at me like I was crazy. I've always had a habit of picking out her clothes for her ever since we've been together and I was told to take care of her, but I've never bothered with her hair before.
Just seeing the utter look of total bafflement on her face was enough to make me chuckle again happily. Maria's always so much smarter and more composed than me, it's almost impossible for me to make her flustered. I have to truly enjoy these moments!
"Stand up," I ordered firmly, loving the blank look on her face as she complied.
"Arms up," I ordered, and she robotically complied, saying nothing, though she never took her eyes off mine. She really did have an expression as if she was looking at me like I'd completely lost my mind!
Tugging a simple white half-top over her head and shoulders, I nodded in satisfaction with the way it didn't really cover her with her arms stretched up high. Reaching around her waist, I wrapped a simple little one-piece white miniskirt and only buttoned the top button at her hip. "All done," I told her, admiring the pure white cheerleader-slut uniform she was wearing.
"Wha… Wha… What do.. do.. do you mean all.. all.. all done." Blushing brightly, Maria was stammering so hard she could barely talk.
"These white sandals go with it," I told her, holding out one of the pairs of shoes I'd gathered up from my closet earlier. "Put them on, and one of the long platinum-blonde wigs. That's your outfit for the day." Without saying another word, I turned and walked on out of her room and back down the hall towards the bathroom.
OH MY GOD!! The look on her face was utterly worth it! I honestly don't think I've *ever* seen Maria so flustered looking in my whole life! Always, always, always, Maria tries to pick out some sort of minuscule little "show-all, be-nothing" outfit, and I've always had to reject it to dress her in something more suitable for her condition!
Today… Today, I didn't. Instead, I went ahead and dressed her in that type of outfit to begin with, and her face looked like her brain was going to meltdown and ooze out her ears! Hahahahaha! I never would've dared it, without Vicky being here! With her walking on one side of Maria protectively, and me on the other, there shouldn't be any problem with letting her live out one of her fantasies for a change.
"Thank you," I exorbitantly told Vicky, the moment I shut the door behind me in the bath room.
"You… You're welcome?" Steamy water running off her body as she lathered herself thoroughly in the shower, Vicky looked confused as she answered questioningly, making me smile even wider.
"Vicky, do me a favor if you can," I requested lightly. "Grow the hair back out on the top of your head. I'd rather see you with it than without today, if that's possible." I'm still not positive exactly how much control my wish gives me over her body. I made her hair fall out before, but Maria's jealous talk yesterday made me wonder if it could grow back just the same.
"I… I don't know how, Master." Hanging her head in disappointment under the shower, Vicky's lips denied the possibility while her body embraced it. Short blonde fuzz grew out atop her head at a rate obviously perceptible by the human eye. In no more than two or three seconds, her hair had regrown into a nicely respectable crewcut.
"All the way to the floor," I told her, just to watch more of the unbelievable process with my own eyes. "Keep it full of bounce, with lots of natural waves to it," I added, not knowing if it'd be possible to style it as such while the shower ran fully over it.
You know, your mind would tell you that wet hair would stick together and cling to someone's body naturally. Right? Well Vicky's didn't do that! Growing out at a rate of several inches a second, it curled itself naturally, fluffed itself almost up like a majestic plume around her, and refused to be controlled by the water as it grew to drape its golden locks regally all the way to the ground.
"Holy… Holy shit!" My jaw dropped completely open as I couldn't help but stare wide-eyed at what I'd just witnessed. Vicky's hair reminded me as much of those long golden robes that you see a king draped in, as it did any sort of hair. How longer would it take to grow hair like that naturally?? Without any fraying or split ends to boot??
If we could market Vicky's current hair to some shampoo company, they'd make her their spokesperson for life! Thor, God of Thunder, was supposed to have some sort of dreamy golden locks…. POSER!! He'd piss himself with his own lightning, if he was real and could see Vicky now!
"I.. I did it?" Feeling up at her own head, Vicky looked just as dumbfounded and awestruck as I did.
"You definitely did," I told her, too flabbergasted to think of anything witty to say. "Umm… Good job," I praised her lamely. "Thank you."
"Yes Master!" Squealing happily, Vicky twirled to show off her new locks in the shower, scattering water everywhere. Apparently she didn't find my praise as lame and lacking as I did.
"Well hop on out here and quickly dry off," I commanded warmly. "I've already got your clothes here for you."
"Yes Master!" Turning the water off, Vicky was out and dried off in almost no time. Grinning excitedly, she almost bounced as I passed a matching black outfit to Maria's over to her.
"You're only allowed to fasten a single button to hold the skirt," I told her, chuckling evilly. "You started the whole 'Bloomer Burn' campaign," I reminded her, smirking happily. "You should be proud to show you're not wearing any, anymore."
"Happily, Master!" Having absolutely no problems with the order, Vicky was grinning proudly as she stood there for inspection.
"Looks great," I assured her, holding out the boots I'd picked out for her. "Since you wanted to try these black murder-boots the other day," I smirked teasingly, "you can wear them today instead. I think they'll match your outfit nicely."
"Yes Master!" Hugging them up to her chest tightly, Vicky seemed like she was almost ready to burst with happiness as I headed out of the bathroom and back down the hallway.
Picking up my phone, I called for an Uber while trying to decide where exactly we could go to get something nice to eat, while showing off the two girls safely at the same time.