- - - Tuesday - - -
Tricia stood across the street, looking at the house. She checked the address written down on the slip of paper, then put it back in her jacket. She hadn't expected something this fancy. It was a large two floor modern house standing secluded on a hill. It was practically a cube with one side mostly what looked like a giant mirror that faced some fields to the left. In the waning sunlight Tricia seen the bright yellow glow from behind the windows, and felt they were watching her. She felt comforted knowing that this was Jack's place though. She wondered what he did for money, this must have been very expensive and he was just a college student.
She was wearing a jacket with fake fur around the lowered hood over her white tanktop, and had her normal soft thin brown pants. She started up the driveway sloping upwards, her flip-flops clacking. She had found her other sandal outside after yesterday's class, it was covered in ice cream somehow. Tricia held Roxy's hand as they approaching the home, and in her other hand was her satchel. Around them in the growing dark she heard crickets and distant vehicles from town. It was getting chilly out, and other than worrying about Roxy getting cold, she couldn't wait to get in and be around Jack. She had come to love the idea of him being a friend... more like family in a way. She could openly be with Roxy with this person, and they could talk about her and pamper her as the precious thing she was. Even if Tricia felt the need to be more intimate with her clone, Jack would more than understand, seeing as he made her for that purpose. At the door under a flat awning she noticed a note on the door.
"Come on in, I had to step out for a bit. Make yourselves at home.- J"
The way he wrote 'yourselves' seemed slightly embellished. Tricia giggled and turned the knob. Inside of the house was open concept and very inviting. She found it to be pleasantly warm as she stepped in, closing the door behind her. The place was minimalist and really just one great room with heated pale hardwood flooring. To the left was a slightly lowered living room area with three red sofas facing a low black table with a lava lamp in the center. On the wall with the door she came through there was a giant projector screen to her left. At the far end there was a corner desk with a desktop computer.
To her right was a spotless kitchen area. The area had deep red walls, grey double door fridge, dark wooden upper and lower counters with a black marble island about a meter apart. At the far end, taking up most of the back of the large room was an indoor swimming pool behind some thin stairs. The pool gave a very quiet humming sound of circulation. In the very middle of the room was a tube surrounded by four thin black metal rods, the tube perhaps three or four feet in diameter that ran from the floor up to the ceiling. It was a huge active lava lamp, shifting colours with huge globs of moving wax inside lazily drifting about.
"Wow!" Tricia said, sliding off her jacket, and setting down her bag. After taking off her flip-flops she felt the pleasant warm floor on her soles. Tricia remembered Jack's kink and thought this might be intentional for female guests. She took Roxy with her into the living room and noticed another sheet on the low table. She picked it up and grinned.
"Don't worry about the wall window, it's a one way mirror. You could have a party of naked cheerleaders in here, and no one would hear it or see inside. Again, make yourselves at home. The bathroom is upstairs and the fridge is full. Do what thou wilt is the whole of the law here.- J"
Tricia pressed the blue circle on Roxy's ring and watched her clone come into being. She seen Roxy was observing the giant lamp tube, so Tricia brought her over to it. She watched Roxy touch it in pure wonder, the green light shifting to blue on her face.
"Pretty, huh sweetie?" She asked. Roxy turned to her and smiled from ear to ear nodding. "Oh honey! Your feeties are covered in dirt. I forgot all about that." Tricia said looking down. She remembered the note and had an idea. Grabbing the bag again, she said "Come on."
They walked past the tube and to the red and white steps rising up to the second level. The floor up here was like a balcony over the first, it stopped three quarters of the way of the house, and gave a perfect view down to the calm blue pool. Up here there were white walls with giant artsy red circles in interesting patterns. Very modern indeed. The floor had soft black carpet, and there were three doors, one on the left and two far apart on the right. She tried the one on the left and found it to be Jack's bedroom. This room was surprisingly full of odds and ends, contrasting the rest of the house. The walls were lined with shelves and bore all kinds of figurines and models. There were posters over almost every inch of the walls and ceiling, and the bed was unmade with grey mattress exposed under tossed open black sheets.
Tricia closed the door out of respect for privacy, and tried the first door on her right. This one was the bathroom, which looked as clean as the kitchen. It had white walls and dark heated tiles. The room was lit by many small lights spaced out in a grid on the ceiling. There was a grey stone standing shower in the back left corner with distorted patterns on the glass for privacy. On the wall to the right were two sinks under a wide mirror, then a large simple rectangle bath. On the wall with the door there was a towel rack on each side and a linen closet. Tricia entered with Roxy and locked the door, then set down her satchel. She didn't know when the others would show up, so she wouldn't take too long... if she could help it. She ran the hot water and stripped down, seeing Roxy getting aroused already. When the water was almost full, Tricia kissed Roxy's cheek.
"Hop in baby." She said. Roxy slid in the water and gave a pleased sigh as she was enveloped up to her neck in warm clean water. Tricia carefully climbed in too, facing the other way. Two identical dirty blonde heads poking out of the water on each end. They almost looked like decorations.
"Are you sore honey?" Tricia asked sweetly. She took both wet feet, and lay them on her chest. Indeed they were red, with small markings of where pebbles had stuck and fallen off. "Aww... poor baby." She cooed sympathetically, and touched them. Roxy gave a subtle twitch and smiled as she watched. Tricia placed a soft kiss on every mark, then massaged them with her fingers and thumbs. They were clean now, and she loved how they looked when wet, lights shining on the soaked skin. It was like soft precious porcelain.
Roxy took Tricia's feet and mimicked her 'mother', then taking it further with licks and sucking. Tricia moaned and they both lay in the bath worshipping each others feet as the door opened downstairs.
- - -
Shelby bounced in the house first with Melanie following, casually walking in behind her with a bottle in a paper bag. Melanie was wearing a black long sleeved Mastodon shirt with low wide neck showing one shoulder, and tight grey ripped jeans. Shelby was wearing the tightest grey t-shirt Melanie had, because she loved how she looked in it. Other than the clothes they were identical, with the chin length red hair flared out at the bottom and green eyes. They took some time to look around at the place. Shelby was skipping around looking at stuff and back to her mistress who was slowly walking in.
"God damn... What a swanky crib. I never pegged Jack for a fucking yuppie." She said, then looked around for Tricia. She had hoped to see her and her clone together, maybe even catch them messing around... The disappointment didn't last as she looked around. "He sure loves his lava lamps."
"Hey the window is a one way mirror! That's awesome!" Shelby said reading the note on the table. Then she let it fall down on the floor as she darted for the pool. Melanie shook her head behind her and picked up the note. When she seen the part about the full fridge she dropped the note as well in her haste for the kitchen. She set down her bottle on the black marble island surface, and opened the double door refrigerator.
"Fuck yes." She said taking in the sight of everything inside. It was indeed crammed full of Caesar salads, lasagna, steaks on Styrofoam covered in plastic wrap, eggs, milk, bacon, sausages, a few vegetables and too many beers to count. Taped to a beer can was another note.
"Don't worry M, there's more in the cupboards. Mi casa es su casa.-J"
