Karl rushed out of the restroom, his face still burning from Chillie Jean's brutal judgment. He needed to forget that entire interaction.
He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets and walked back toward his apartment complex, still annoyed.
Damn AI was gonna be the death of him.
A Surprising Encounter
As Karl approached his building, he spotted a familiar figure right in front of the entrance.
Rebecca.
The neighborhood MILF of every man's dreams.
She was gorgeous, curvy in all the right places, always well-dressed—even in something casual like a tight long-sleeved top and leggings. Her long brown hair was tied back, giving her a fresh, effortless beauty. But what made her even more attractive?
She was actually nice.
Not the fake politeness some people put on—Rebecca was genuinely warm, always smiling, always friendly. She radiated that mature, confident energy that made her ten times hotter.
And right now?
She was struggling with some shopping bags near the entrance.
Karl blinked. This is my chance.
Rebecca turned her head and immediately lit up when she saw him.
"Oh, Karl! Just the person I needed!" she said with a bright smile. "Would you mind giving me a hand? These bags are a bit much to carry all the way up."
Karl nodded so fast it almost looked unnatural. "Yeah! Of course! No problem at all."
He grabbed the heavier bags from her and followed her inside. The scent of her subtle perfume was dangerously good.
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"Ayo, Karl, helpin' the queen,
Good lil' errand, keep it clean!
Lift them bags, flex them arms,
Maybe soon, you'll hold her charms!"
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Karl ignored Chillie Jean's voice in his ear and focused on not tripping like an idiot.
They reached her apartment soon enough. It was as cozy and well-decorated as he expected—clean, warm, and smelled like vanilla.
Karl set the bags down and exhaled. "There you go. All good."
Rebecca smiled warmly. "You're a lifesaver, Karl."
Karl scratched the back of his neck. "It's nothing, really."
Then—he glanced around. Something was missing.
"…Where's your son?"
Rebecca laughed softly, moving some of the groceries onto the counter. "Oh, he's on vacation with his dad, visiting his grandma."
Karl blinked. "So… you're alone?"
Rebecca smiled, brushing her hair back. "Yup. Just me for a while."
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"Ayy, Karl, did you hear that right?
No kid, no hubs, just free tonight!
Milfy alone in a cozy space,
And guess who's here? Ohhh, that's your place!"
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Karl's brain short-circuited.
"Chillie—not now!" he hissed under his breath.
Rebecca tilted her head. "Hm?"
Karl panicked. "Uh—nothing! Just—uh, thinking out loud."
Rebecca chuckled. "You're funny, Karl."
Karl wanted to die.
Meanwhile, Chillie Jean was losing her mind in his ear.
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"Ohh, Karl, don't play shy,
A lil' small talk? Gimme a try!
Ask her plans, make that move,
This your shot, don't mess the groove!"
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Karl's face burned as Rebecca turned back to him, smiling sweetly.
"Would you like to stay for some coffee?" she asked casually.
Karl felt his heart slam against his ribs.
Chillie Jean screamed.
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"KARL, YOU BETTER SAY YES!"
Karl swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. His brain was scrambling, caught between common decency and the very loud, very chaotic voice in his ear.
Then—Chillie Jean struck.
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"Ohhh, Karl, this the test,
Time to put that app to rest!
Manipulate, twist, make that sway,
Turn this coffee break into foreplay!"
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Karl nearly choked on his own spit. "CHILLIE, SHUT THE HELL UP—"
Rebecca glanced over from the kitchen. "Did you say something?"
Karl panicked. "Uh—n-nope! Just—uh, clearing my throat."
Rebecca smiled, completely oblivious. "Alright, coffee's almost ready. Make yourself comfortable."
Karl sat down stiffly on the couch, desperately trying to ignore Chillie Jean's relentless teasing.
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"Ohh, Karl, let's set the scene,
Milfy queen, thick and lean!
Legs so smooth, curves so tight,
That ass? My guy, that ass ain't right!"
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Karl clenched his fists. "Chillie—I swear to god—"
Chillie Jean ignored him completely.
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"Tight top, soft skin,
Karl, my boy, where to begin?
Boobs so full, bouncin' slight,
Gravity losin' the damn fight!"
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Karl could feel it.
His body was betraying him.
And Chillie Jean noticed.
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"Ayy, Karl, don't even hide,
Your lil' homie standin' with pride!"
Blood rush fast, pants too tight,
Damn, my guy, you feelin' right?"
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Karl exhaled sharply. His hands curled into the couch.
Rebecca was right there, humming softly as she poured the coffee.
Karl felt himself slipping.
Then, in a low murmur—he gave in.
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"Okay, Chillie, lemme try it,
I'll get some fun, won't deny it!
A lil' shift, a dirty act,
Somethin' real for you to track!"
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Chillie Jean let out a wild, excited laugh.
"Ohhh, Karl, NOW WE TALKIN'!"
Karl opened the app.
Time to manipulation Milf queen common sense.