Chapter 1: We're here to help
"Hey Karen, you there?" I asked as I stared at the blank computer screen. My writer's block was getting the best of me again. Nobody was really talking to me at the moment. It might have been the stress of my business going downhill or just a lack of inspiration but I wasn't able to get words to appear on the screen. Well maybe a paragraph or two. Somewhere in my mind there was a room filled with armed men fighting off cyborg dinosaurs. Except they weren't fighting, they were just all standing around. They may as well have been sharing a cup of tea. In another corner of my mind an elfin princess was going to be enjoyed by the orcish army that had crushed her kingdom. There were a couple other pairings that were silently sitting around waiting for my commands so they could live their lives. I knew what I wanted from them all but I couldn't quite manage to communicate it. The end result was instead of suffering at the hands of the orcs just once Gabriella had relived the same day at least four times. Once it had been wolf creatures that went first, other times the orcs defiled her with food. Once they just got frustrated and ripped her head off and played catch for a while. The point is they were doing lots of things but nothing that really entertained me.
"Yes I'm here, well whatever here is." My muse joked as she walked into a blank universe. I wasn't even sure what she was standing on, there didn't seem to be any floor but she wasn't floating or flying either. She was definitely standing and more than a little annoyed by the look on her face. "C'mon give me something to work with I hate being in this blankness, it creeps me out."
"Sorry about that babe." Karen walked out of her bathroom with a towel wrapped around her head. A few stray reddish curls escaped to frame her face. Other than that she was nude. She didn't need to wear clothing, it was her house and it made her feel free and sexy to strut around naked when she could. Her bed was wrapped in red satin sheets, not that they could be seen through the army of teddy bears scattered across it. Sunlight filtered into the room through her drapes seeming to point at her black night stand where her telephone sat next to an obnoxious Garfield alarm clock and her dildo, Speedy.
Karen looked around at her surroundings and smirked raising a brow in question. "Okay we both know I don't make enough money for satin sheets so who's house is this anyway?" She plopped herself down on the bed still not particularly minding that she was nude and I was staring at her pierced nipples. She was wearing star shaped nipple shields that glistened slightly in the light. "And you can stop staring at me. I know you love me, but really you're talking to me like I'm a person because you're having some kind of problem so let's see if we can solve your problem."
"I'm not having a problem. I'm setting a scene, you're a hooker now." I reply. I really hate it when she starts getting insightful and snippy. She can utterly derail a story if she's not in the mood to do what I want. I can't really make her do anything, I ask and she's often kind enough to work with whatever I give her. That's why I love her so much, she's only girl I know that I can ask her to seduce her father and twenty minutes later she'll have her father's drawers around his ankles and his cock lodged in her throat. If I tell her that I want to feed her to a tentacle monster her only request is that I send one of her ex friends in with her. Most of my girls won't do half the shit that Karen will. The only thing she's consistently refused me on is an anal gangbang of her male relatives at her wedding.
"Lies. But if you don't want to talk about it there is nothing I can do to make you talk about it. Well there is one thing that usually works on you but I don't want to be mean." Obviously she was lying because she split her legs lewdly, wet her fingers and started fingering herself. "Oh Sean I wish this was you. I wish it was your fingers in my tight cunt. Won't you please come in here and play with me? Won't you fuck me? I know you want to cum. You want to spray my pretty black face with your hot white cum. You want to smear it all over me don't you?"
I appeared in the room standing over her. I was already nude cock in hand but I wasn't moving. Avatars are never perfect; it's not like the real thing. I guess it's good that I wasn't really there and that it was a lifeless shell standing over her. "Well you can't. Cus I don't give pussy to pussies who can't even talk about their problems to their muses. I won't do it." She reached down and wrapped the satin sheets around her. I'm not really sure if she succeeded in her goal. She was trying to cover up and let me the hardon she knew she'd created go away. The thing was the satin sheets clung to her frame and something about a woman with wrapped in the thinnest of fabrics is exciting. I knew she was still nude beneath the sheets.
"Come on, that's not even cool. That's fucking bullshit." Karen looked up at me angrily. For a figment of my imagination she sure has a way of getting what she wants out of me. "You know what happened anyway. I mean Nikki went to jail, you already know why and I don't want to discuss it."
"It wasn't your fault you know. Not really." Karen said and offered a half smile. "You were her best friend, you are her best friend but there was no way you could have known how bad things were. She didn't even know, her fiancée didn't know, her husband didn't know. Kitten didn't know." Kitten was . . . it's confusing to explain in this format. For years she was my muse, she's the flesh and blood woman who gave birth to Karen before Karen developed enough of her own personality to be a muse in her own right. Karen almost never mentioned Kitten; it was just weird to hear and threw me off a bit.
"I should have known though. I should have done something different. I mean . . . she'd been my friend for twelve years and she'd finally made time to come down to California to be with me in the flesh. Maybe if I'd satisfied her she would have let off some steam and. .you know?" It's amazing how people can blame themselves for things that aren't their faults. This wasn't my fault and rationally I understood, I mean understand if I'm being honest, but emotionally it's hard to wrap your mind around.
"No Sean, you were perfect. It was me who fucked up." Nikki my mocha colored Minx hobbled into the room wearing a bright orange jump suit. Her legs were shackled just over shoulder length apart and her hands were cuffed to a chain around her waist. "I should have asked for help, I shouldn't have been a bitch when I was in town. I mean you could have tried another move or two-"
"Whoa, you head butted me when I touched you and then the next day you bit my head off for showing up early, then screamed up onside and down the other because I went to sit in my car while you went shopping. You wouldn't even drink with me! Oh wait remember when you were telling me about how much more of a man your fiancée is than me?" I angrily growled.
"Of course I remember, you remember." She sat down on the bed. "I already told you it was my fault and I regret that weekend, if I could go back in time and fix it I would. Granted it wouldn't be the first thing I would fix if I could go back in time but it's high on my list probably about third or fourth." She sat down next to Karen who immediately leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Hi Karen."
In my head Karen and Nikki spend a lot of time together. A fair bit of the fantasies floating around my head involve the two of them sharing sloppy kisses over my cock, or sixty nining while I go from one hole to the next on the pair.
"Sorry not happening today bud." Karen responded reading my mind. She leaned over and pulled a hairpin from her dresser and started picking the locks on Nikki. It took her nearly a minute but she got all of the locks to open but she did.
As soon as the cuffs were removed Nikki stripped off the orange jumpsuit and threw it someplace. I don't know where it landed even though the room isn't big enough to miss a bright orange anything. "I hate that thing. Don't you prefer me like this?" She was nude and kneeling with her legs spread open. There was a tattoo on her hip that read 'Minx' and it was framed with cherries. A leather collar had appeared around her neck. "Don't you prefer me like this Master?"
