Chapter 1: Introduction
At a local coffee shop I sit, doing some work on a computer, and I begin to hear this almost squawking. I pull out my headphones to see two tall, frankly drop dead gorgeous ladies, dressed, like street walkers, to say the least, berating a barista for messing up their probably ridiculously complex orders.
"What do you mean there's no such thing as a 'Venti extra hot, quad short shot, ristretto, non-fat, no whip, vanilla soy, two pump, no foam, extra caramel drizzle, Frappuccino with light ice'"? one asks, annoyed.
The other beauty, with hair dyed the most vibrant shade of blonde, leans over the counter. "How hard is it to follow directions?!"
Despite their initial rough presentation, the women are striking. And I go back to my work, I don’t wanna be that guy that stares, after a while I noticed the noise has dyed down. And out of the corner of my eye two bodies sit between me.
One of them clears her throat, I look up, and right there in front of me is the blonde Barbie-type.
"*Bambi Juggs*" she introduces herself, and there is something in her tone that sounds rehearsed, almost forced.
"And I'm Karina Kock! Timothy Thompson, correct?" the other one says, wrapping her arms around me. Her voice is bold and strong, as though we've met before.
Bambi gives off a vibe that's more high-strung, involved, andflirtatious. The first thing I notice is one, Jesus Christ these women are dressed like pornstars and two, holy shit their breasts!,
they are huge, like the kind of huge that needs their own ZIP code.
“Uhm, hi? Have we met before?” I ask, doing my best to keep my composure
Bambi leans in, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Not yet, but I have a feeling we will.”
Her lips were full, too full to be real, and her eyes sparkled under the dimmed lights of the coffee shop.
“You see Timothy Thompson, you have two girlfriends now… us!”
Karina playfully strokes my cheek, while Bambi nodeS in agreement.
“Wait, what? How?” I ask, slightly concerned while trying to hide my growing excitement--and shock.
“Well love, that’s for us to know and you to find out!” Bambi winks and shoots me a sly smile, before taking a delicate sip from her venti-something drink. The two women exchange knowing glances that leave me with a feeling of unease in the pit of my stomach. “No im sorry im already seeing someone”
I protest, although not as strongly as I should.
Karina’s smile falters for a moment before reassuming her confident demeanor. “Well that’s alright, Timothy. You’ll grow to love us just as we already do.”
“No I’m sorry you don’t seem to understand, I have a girlfriend”
“Duhh you have two”
Bambi says, like it should be obvious.
We sat there in silence for a moment, the weight of their announcement hanging heavy in the air between us. I looked from one to the other, trying to gauge their sincerity. But their expression was unreadable, their eyes unblinking as they stared back at me. The only sound was the distant hum of the coffee shop's espresso machine and the soft jazz playing overhead. I couldn’t quite believe what I was hearing.
Finally, I found my voice. “I meant, I have a different girlfriend, not you two”
I declare with a tone that almost convinces myself.
Karina raises an eyebrow, leaning back in her chair. “And how does she feel about you having two other girlfriends?”
“She doesn’t know about you guys. I just met you.” I answer, almost defensively.
Karina and Bambi exchange a puzzled look.
“But baby, we are your girlfriends” Bambi insists, her voice dripping with honey, trying to make me believe that what she says is true.
Jesus are these bimbos dense?! “No, I’m not dating you, I’m dating her, I have been dating her, I was never dating you two”
” I repeat with emphasis, to provoke some sort of reaction. However, they sit there, calm as cucumbers, and it unsettles me.
“Let’s give Timothy a moment, hm? He is still taking this all in.” Karina suggests, as if this were all normal, and she’s just trying to be respectful of my processing time. I take a moment to really look at them, observing how calm they appear, as if they have not just dropped a bomb on my life, and I have to admit, these girls are hot.
The “moment” is just a chance for them to subtly grope themselves while i “think”,
which obviously pisses me off a bit
My nerves are frayed, on edge even. I can’t believe what is happening. I’ve never been in a situation like this. Hell, I’m in a healthy relationship, with my actual girlfriend Mira.
Trying to regain my composure, I take a deep breath. “This is insane, you can’t just waltz into my life and declare yourselves as my girlfriends. That’s just not how things work.”
The two women exchange a puzzled look, as if my response is the last thing they expected to hear.
I can practically see the gears turning in their heads as they struggle to process my words. But to my surprise, they don't seem upset or frustrated. Instead, a slow, grudging acceptance seems to settle over them.
"Well, I suppose we'll have to prove it to you then, won't we?" Karina says eventually, her voice dripping with challenge.
Bambi nods eagerly in agreement. “Yeah I guess we’ll just convince you we are”
“It won’t w-“
“Wanna bang in the bathroom?”
Bambi interrupts me like a kid who just heard the word "candy”. At that moment, I felt like a soda can being shaken, explosive and on the verge of bursting, but I remained in control.
I take a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. I reply firmly, “No, we’re not doing that.” Their eyes widen in disappointment, and I can’t help but feel a little triumphant at their failure. I mean, at least I thought they failed. Who knows what they’ll cook up next.
“Ok I see, how about car sex?”
Bambi tries again, wagging her eyebrows as if I’d let that seed thought blossom into anything else but utter disappointment.
I shake my head, trying to stay calm and composed. “No. That’s not gonna happen, either. You two are not my girlfriends, and we need to establish boundaries here.”
Karina shrugs, looking unbothered by my rejection. “I suppose you’re right. It takes time to grow accustomed to a new relationship.”
Bambi pouts, looking like a disappointed child.
“Ok fine we’ll suck you off right now under the table, come on Karina”
As much as I want to say no, I find myself rendered speechless and unable to object, and the two women exchange a triumphant look before starting to crawl under the table they’re sitting at.
Underneath he table top the two try and sexily unfasten my pants, batting their eyelashes as they do. I feel their breath on my exposed skin and I flinch.
“I-is this really necessary?”
I mumble, trying to stifle my nerves and enthusiasm, and Karina looks up at me with wide innocent eyes. “our throats are yours”
“I have a girl-“ *SLORP*
the girls start to noisily lick and suck my manhood, and my mind blanks, overwhelmed by the sensation and their eagerness to prove themselves
I manage to push them away and regain my bearings.
“You two are gorgeous, and I’m sure a lot of guys would love to be in this position, but this isn’t the way you prove you’re my girlfriends, it’s not even PROPER dating” I explain firmly, while trying to hold my breath to avoid the erotic scent of their perfume and their arousing aura. But they just starting sucking and licking on my hands like a cock.
I can feel their warm mouths, soft tongues, and the slight scratching of their teeth as they do so. My mind is torn between pleasure and horror. After all, this is hardly the way to prove you're my girlfriends, not to mention that I already have a girlfriend.
In the midst of the chaos, I glanced around the cafe. Everyone was still happily drinking their coffee and chatting away as if nothing was happening. No one had noticed the explicit act happening under the table right before their eyes.
“Stop it ! You two are filthy whores!”
I hiss, snatching my hands away and trying to push them off me. The girls pull away, confused and crestfallen.
“But Timothy, we just wanted to show you what we can do, how much passion we have for you.” Bambi whimpers, her lower lip trembling. Karina puts a comforting hand on her shoulder and gives me a pleading look.
My heart sinks at the sight of their forlorn expressions. Then I realize, why am I feeling bad, these two are
complete strangers who ambushed me with their outrageous statements and sexual advances. I should not feel guilty for refusing their advances, despite how appealing they might be. I gather my thoughts and continue to explain my stance.
"I appreciate the offer, but I can't do this. I'm already in a relationship, and it's not fair to my girlfriend or to either of you. We need to get to know each other, build a connection, and establish trust before we can even consider taking things to the next level. This...this isn't the right way to do that. I hope for the best in your future attempts with others”
I say, standing up from my seat and smoothing out my clothes. The two women looked up at me with disappointed expressions, but I couldn’t back down now.
“We understand, Timothy.” Karina replies, her voice subdued and respectful. Bambi nods in agreement. “We’ll try even harder”
“No,” I insist. “You don’t have to try any harder. I’m just not interested in pursuing a relationship with either of you. I’m sorry if I led you on in any way, but I can’t do this.”
The two women share a glance before reluctantly nodding in agreement.
“Alright, Timothy. If that’s how you really feel,” Karina says, her voice sad but understanding.
“We’ won’t hold back,” Bambi adds, “see you around…boyfriend”
The word sends shivers down my spine and I can’t decide if I’m excited or horrified.
They both get up and walk away, leaving me alone in the coffee shop, bewildered and confused. Making sure those asses shake on their way out.
I exhale deeply, I think I need another coffee now. I can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation, leaning back in my chair. No one notices, the smell of coffee brews overpowering the scent of my own conflict.
Timothy Thompson, until now just an ordinary man, leading a simple life. Yet today, I found myself sitting in this local coffee shop during my lunch break, confronted by two strangers who challenged everything I knew about my own existence.
It would be silly to entertain their ridiculous notions of being my “girlfriends”.
I return back to my apartment, my girlfriend is away at work.
Later in the day I receive a text from my phone, opening it, it’s by an unknown number, opening it, it says ‘hey baby’.
This, of course, confuses me. Why are strangers texting me, calling me baby?
The number then sends a picture of herself, or themselves… and it’s the same two harlots from the coffee shop.
My jaw drops as I stare at the image, two voluptuous beauties draped over each other, barely covering their assets. The audacity of these two!
My mind races to comprehend the situation. Yet, a lingering excitement remains and I have to admit, I’m intrigued.
“Maybe they’re just playing a prank?” I wonder, but deep inside, I know it’s more than that. My body reacts to just the sight of their envelope-pushing seduction. I hesitate, unsure of how to respond. Maybe I shouldn’t even dignify them with a response. Damn, those boobs, insane. But now I can’t entertain them. Think about Mira. My actual girlfriend, my great girlfriend. Not these two bimbos.
Despite they keep sending me photos. A messages, come on.
This is getting ridiculous. But I can’t help but look. Their bodies glisten, and they're so close together, just a breath away from one another. It's obscene. It's enticing. I feel a warmth spreading through my chest, quickly making its way down my body as I take in their seductive poses. My hands tremble as I delete the pictures, one by one.
I look around my apartment. The furniture, the couch, the kitchen counter. My life feels so small, so ordinary, in the face of what just happened at the coffee shop.
As the day goes into the afternoon, my girlfriend Mira returns from work.
I keep my unusual encounter at the coffee shop a secret from her; I know she wouldn't approve. I decide to put it all behind me and focus on enjoying my life with Mira.
But little did I know, the two women I met at the coffee shop had no intention of disappearing from my life so easily. Every day, I would receive texts and photos, more and more graphic in nature. They would call me in the middle of the night, whispering sweet nothings and demanding my attention. That night they did so, I answered before even seeing the number, quietly mumbling “hello?”
into the phone.
“Hey lover, can’t sleep?” a soft, seductive voice coos into the other side. It takes me only a moment to recognize it as Karina, that med looking girl. I was about to hang up and I think they could tell. “Don’t. Just don’t. Give us attention”
Karina purrs, the sound reverberating through the phone line and directly into my ear.
The teasing in her voice makes my body tense with anticipation. I know I shouldn’t be engaging with her, but I can’t help it. I’ve never experienced anything like this before, and I feel like I’m being pulled into a world I never knew existed.
Over the next few days, the calls and pictures continue, and I feel myself becoming more and more entangled in the web these two women are weaving around me.