Chapter 9 - The Texture Of Our Skin
Another workday was over, and there was nothing else to say about it. I was navigating in between hating and liking my job. If it were not for some of my awesome coworkers, I wouldn't know how I could survive. They kept me motivated enough to keep producing results. But it was taxing. Taxing on my mind and taxing on my body.
Then, there was home. I had to take care of my two rubber catgirls. There was no question about it; I adored this role. But at the end of the day, even if fun, it was additional work. Occasionally Erika was out of her suit and helped me take care of Kitty; it was ironic. I remembered the reason why Erika joined our family; I wanted someone to cuddle with at night because Kitty spent so much time locked away in her crate or sex coffin.
However, since Erika arrived and fell in love with us, and vice versa, Kitty didn't want to be stored away for too long anymore. As she said, only fools didn't change their mind. The result was that, more than often, I got to cuddle with two latex cats at night. I was in heaven.
But still, my body struggled to cope with the demand. Hard to tell if it was because of work or all the cuddling. I needed rest. Discussing this with Erika, mostly, she warned me to be careful. About a year ago, her experience had been similar and was the reason why she left her job, grabbed her big departure bonus as a thank you gift, and decided to take a sabbatical year.
The concept of burnout was foreign to Kitty as she never really worked, so her input was limited to moral support. Erika understood my reality much better. It was not that I didn't like my life; unavoidable stress would just accumulate over time and needed to be taken care of.
So yeah, another workday was over. I parked my car in the driveway behind Erika's and stayed inside for a few minutes. Enjoying the silence and the warmth of the sun that was hitting me through the windows, I looked at my small townhouse and smiled, knowing the amount of perversion it contained.
I was sure some of my neighbors knew as well due to my occasional walking around at night with my two rubber girlfriends. More than once, people in the street made comments, but with Erika and Kitty at my side, it never turned into social conflicts. They defused all situations in a snap of the fingers. It was always a lot of fun to watch.
I got out of my car and walked to the front door just to find it unlocked, which was odd. I didn't want a creepy guy breaking in and doing some bad things to my girls. I preferred to keep it locked at all times when I was not home. Maybe they went out earlier and forgot to lock it back?
I was not as worried since Erika joined us, though. Kitty would be defenseless, but Erika would gut any enemies with a sharp knife and probably finish them with a cheese grater. She was one confident woman with, of course, a hint of newfound sadism. It brought me a certain peace of mind.
I made my way inside the house and kicked off my shoes. I immediately heard someone walking down the stairs to meet me. Which one of the two would it be this time? It was Friday; usually they liked copycatting each other on that day and torture me until late at night. Confusing me was one of their favorite hobbies.
I couldn't have been more wrong.
Since I was expecting one of the pink rubber catgirls, my heart skipped a beat when I saw who appeared before me.
"..."
"Hello! Are you Mark?"
"Who... Who are you?"
In front of me was a beautiful girl I have never seen before. She had short blond hair and big blue eyes. No, they were grey and amazing. Her smile was sincerely perfect. But I didn't know her; what was she doing in my house? Her two hands crossed in front of her white apron made her look a bit shy, and to welcome me, she bowed gracefully.
"Welcome home, Master."
"... Master?"
As she was leaning forward and looking at the floor, I had another chance to analyze what I was seeing. She was about 5'6" tall and was wearing a green maid costume like the ones from my Japanese light novels. The frilly white apron and headband left no doubts I was right.
Pretty much dressed up as a manga character, her "welcome home, Master" was a direct reference to the nerdy Japanese culture that afflicted me for the past years. As if it was not enough, she was wearing two cute brown and white cat ears and a fluffy tail; it couldn't be a coincidence either. It didn't take a genius to understand this girl was not here to rob me or kill my girlfriends. But who the hell was she?
"Are... Are you a friend of Erika?"
Kitty had no friends, so it was the only possibility I could think of. She straightened her back after her bow and smiled at me some more. She looked so friendly and kind.
"Maybe I am, but it is not important. Master Mark, it is your birthday today, and this is your first gift of the evening."
She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around my torso, and gave me a gentle hug.
"Happy birthday!"
I was unsettled, to say the least. It was indeed my birthday, I almost forgot about it, and an unknown super cute girl was hugging me in the entryway. There was nothing else for me to do outside hug her back, but it didn't go over too well. In a firm yet gentle tone, she prevented me from doing so.
"Please, do not touch me! I am not your girlfriend. Tonight I will interact with you regularly, and physical contact is part of it. But I'm asking you to enjoy what you receive without attempting to return the favor. Would that be okay?"
"Y... Yes. I suppose. What is going on here? Are you a birthday present?... Oh, I'm sorry, it's not what I meant."
"It is quite alright. I suppose I am, from a certain point of view. I will be taking care of this special evening. Do you like what I'm wearing?"
"I do... It's very cute... but... Who are you? What is your name?"
"What name would you like to give me tonight?"
Wait! What? I was just staring at her, shocked by her reply. Her answer was not what ordinary people usually give when I asked their names. It was so strange. Seeing me hesitating like this, she tried to ease my confused mind.
"I was told you loved Japanese novels. I do too, so when Erika asked for my help, we selected this character. I will be your maid tonight, and I want you to be as comfortable as possible around me. Just follow my lead, and you'll have, hopefully, a great evening. But right now, you have to select a name for me, one that pleases you."
Oh, my God. What was happening here? What did my two catgirls prepare for me? I had a cute maid in front of me, and she was waiting to be named. I was starting to understand the concept of what she was trying to achieve, but her insane request prevented me from thinking straight... I searched my mind for the right name. I thought of selecting one that I was familiar with, one from one of my books, perhaps?
