"Is this here?" Kevin asked as he gazed at the holographic screen, which only he could see. The new holography technology had its share of problems when it was introduced, like privacy concerns. The holograms on screens were visible to anybody nearby, leading to potential issues of others reading private content. To address this, specialists designed a solution where users had to wear a compatible lens with their device. With this lens, only the wearer could view the content of their holographic screen.
The lens also served other purposes, such as displaying ads, which annoyed Kevin as they popped up from time to time. However, now was not the time to think about such irrelevant matters. Kevin's attention turned to the appearance of the building in front of him. It seemed fairly old but well-maintained, showing no significant signs of potential collapse during an earthquake.
"It's good, at least better than where I live," Kevin commented as he entered the building, contemplating whether he should consider moving his mother and sister to a more comfortable living space.
"Venice and her husband must have worked so hard to buy an apartment in this building," Kevin mused to himself, as he had come to meet his friend with benefits, Venice. After waking up, Kevin felt his penis was quite frisky for some reason. And thought it need some action to make it silent and His first choice do that was Sia, but she was busy in the mines, and he wasn't about to spelunk down there just for a booty call.
Hence, the plan to surprise Venice. "Two daughters, huh? Hope they're old enough to vote," He said and knocked on the door.
"Coming," the voice chimed from inside. Kevin strained his ears, trying to recall if he had ever heard that voice before. 'it must be one of Venice's daughters.' he thought, convinced that he was about to meet one of them.
"Who are you?" the woman asked, her hazel black eyes inherited from her mother looking directly at Kevin's face.
"Hey, I'm Kevin. Is Mrs. Haily home?" Kevin asked, using Venice's surname to sound a bit more mature.
"Mom, someone's here to meet you!" the young lady shouted inside the apartment before turning back to Kevin. "Hi, I'm her younger daughter Chloe," she said, extending her hand with a warm smile.
Chloe, Venice's daughter, had inherited striking features from her mother while exuding a unique charm of her own. Her eyes, just like her mother's, were a mesmerizing hazel black, with a hint of mischief dancing within them. They sparkled with intelligence and curiosity, creating an alluring aura around her.
Her face had that adorable quality akin to Venice's, boasting a cute button nose and a warm, friendly smile that could brighten up any room. Yet, Chloe's face also held a slightly sharper edge, adding a touch of sophistication to her youthful appearance.
Despite being a grown woman, Chloe stood a couple of inches shorter than Kevin, who had reached an impressive height of 5 feet 11 inches due to the effects of cultivation. However, one thing she didn't inherit from her mother was her figure. She had a slim and well-proportioned frame, but not overly curvy.
"Hey, I'm your mom's friend," Kevin said, shaking her slim but soft hand.
"Isn't that you're a bit too young to be her friend?" Chloe asked with bit suspiciousness in her eyes.
Kevin couldn't help but chuckle at Chloe's suspicious gaze, feeling a bit weirded out by it. He pondered why is she wary of him since they had never met before, and she probably didn't know about his sexual relationship with her mother. "Well, you know, friendship knows no age limits," he replied with a grin, trying to play it cool.
As Kevin stood at the door, Venice appeared from inside and asked Chloe, "Who is at the door, Chloe?"
"He said he's your friend, Mom," Chloe replied, her hazel black eyes locking with Kevin's.
"Yes, I am," Kevin chimed in, feeling a little self-conscious under Chloe's inquisitive gaze. He couldn't help but admire her figure, clad in a cute blue t-shirt with flower patterns. The shirt was long enough to reach her thighs, teasing Kevin's imagination about what she might be wearing underneath.
However, Venice's voice interrupted his thoughts as she emerged from the kitchen, her hands covered in white flour. Blushing, she asked, "Kevin, what are you doing here?"
"Hi, Venice. I'm doing fine, how about you?" Kevin greeted her warmly, not bothered by her initial surprise.
Venice blushed even more, fidgeting slightly. "I'm good too," she replied shyly.
Chloe, still a bit suspicious, looked at Kevin and questioned, "Is he really your friend, Mom? Don't take offense, but isn't he too young to be your friend? He must be younger than me!"
"No offense taken," Kevin said with a smile. "We're just work friends, sort of, Miss Chloe. I usually travel by bus, your mom drives, so we've become a bit acquainted. Today, I had some things to do in your neighborhood and thought of visiting your house. Your mom had invited me before, but I was busy at the time."
Chloe's suspicious expression softened as she listened to Kevin's explanation. She glanced at her blushing mom, then back at Kevin. "Well, I guess that makes sense then," she replied, seemingly satisfied with his response.
Venice nodded, grateful for Chloe's acceptance, and added, "Yes, Chloe. Kevin and I often chat on the way to work, and I thought it would be nice to have him over sometime."
As they welcomed Kevin in, Venice couldn't help but feel flustered by his unexpected visit. "So, what were you doing in the neighborhood, Kevin?" she asked, trying to appear composed.
"Just buying some supplies to sell at my store," Kevin replied, taking a seat at the dining table, the only one in the small apartment. The place was cozy, with just two rooms on either side and an open kitchen with the dining table nearby.
Venice couldn't shake off her unease as she stole glances at Kevin, her mind racing with questions. 'Why did he come to my house? Can't he just call me if he wants to meet? What's the reason for his visit?' Her thoughts spiraled, and she worried that her daughter, Chloe, might be suspicious, especially given her past experiences with her father's infidelity.