Chapter 11

I glanced into the kitchen. Cara and Beth were still all over each other. Anna tried to ignore them as she went into the kitchen to fix me some eggs.

I walked deliberately to the bedroom and got dressed quickly before someone came in to try to change my mind.

Sandra had disappeared for the moment. Which was probably for the best. She kind of scared me.

I went back to the kitchen, and said, "Okay. Break it up, you two." And Cara reluctantly got up off of Beth's naked form.

Anna, still sporting gigantic boobs, handed me a full cup of coffee and told me that breakfast was almost ready.

"So," I said to Cara, as I sat down at the table with my mug, "We gotta come up with our stripper today."

She and Beth sat at the table with me and we got down to business. My eggs grew cold as I paid more attention to the conversation. Anna and her boobs left the kitchen in a huff. Apparently I didn't thank her for the breakfast or I didn't ask for a titfuck or something. I don't know what her problem was.

We decided that Beth would drive me to and from work. If anyone from work sees her, I'd say Beth was my new girlfriend. Beth would then drive our stripper to the strip club to apply for a job.

We assumed our stripper would get the job. We would then use our stripper's money to pay for my travel expenses for weekend Vegas junkets.

Beth had assumed an identity. She was now Beth Horton. She had a credit score and a driver's license and a Bachelors of Science degree on file from the University of Akron. She was 26, and figured out how to even have a birth certificate on record from Ottawa, and the U.S. had a record of her gaining citizenship when she was 14 years old. Beth assured me that the only bases not covered were witnesses to her having existed prior to Saturday. But on paper, at least, she has a 26-year history. Our stripper would soon have a similar background.

Cara talked me through the way she envisioned us cheating at cards. Tiny nanites, less than 20 molecules wide, would find their ways onto the face of every single card in the deck, no matter how many decks the table used. Each of these would then send a signal back to the Metacompanion controller. I would wear a hearing aid, and the Metacompanion would let me know when to hit, call, or fold. Blackjack would be the game I played.

I'd never played blackjack before, so we agreed that we'd set up some practice rounds later, so that I could get comfortable with the hearing aid, and not look like I'm taking cues or appear in any way to be cheating.

When the topic of our stripper model came back up, Beth suggested that I continued my setup of the Metacompanion. She pointed out that Metacompanion had little data on what sort of woman I found attractive.

So we went into my vacant living room. A leather easy chair appeared in the middle of the room, and I sat down in it. Beth and Cara sat on the chair's arms, with their bare legs resting almost in my lap.

Beth said, "Okay. We're going to introduce you to 4 women at a time. You pick the one that you find most attractive. That's all you need to do."

I said, "Cool," and four women materialized in front of me. All of them were gorgeous, and scantily dressed. They all looked to be in their early 20s, and all had long brown hair.

It took a while. I had said, "Wow. I'd fuck any of them."

"Just pick one favorite," said Beth.

I picked the one with the biggest, bluest eyes.

The four disappeared, and another four took their place. These four were all blonde and all had big blue eyes. I eventually picked one.

On and on it went like this. Some rounds had various hair colors or skin tones, and it seemed to me that my choices were fairly inconsistent. But all of the women were beautiful, so I had to focus on small little details to make me decide who was the prettiest, based solely on looks. Maybe one had a cute nose, or prettier eyes, or maybe I just liked the shape of her neck.

After one round, about 20 rounds in, Beth chimed in, "Okay. That made no sense. Your choice on that last round was totally inconsistent with your prior choices."

I asked for the prior four to reappear. The rounds had gotten faster, and I had begun to make my choices after less that 15 seconds. Maybe I had made a mistake.

The four reappeared. Three of the four were redheads, and one was a strawberry blonde. All had slim bodies. 3 of the four had wide blue eyes and thick lips, and I chose the girl with the narrowest eyes and the thinnest lips. Her skin was so pale it resembled milk, and she was extremely thin with almost no figure at all. She wouldn't have fit into the profile in my mind of an ideal woman, but there was something about her face that intrigued me.

"Nope. That's my choice."

Beth pushed the issue. "Why would you choose her?"

The four just stood there, motionless. What was it about her face that made her the most intriguing? Finally, it dawned on me.

"She looks familiar. I think I'm attracted to that familiarity."

"Who does she remind you of?"

That, I didn't know. I quickly flipped through my mental Rolodex of women I knew in college, high school, at work, at the gas station, and I drew a blank. "I don't know. I can't think of anyone I know that looks like her."

"Maybe an actress, or a musician?" offered Beth.

That was it. I couldn't think of who it was quite yet, but my gut told me that she resembled an actress.

I asked the pale redhead to move around a bit. I hoped that'd jog my memory. She came to life, and smiled and modeled herself for me.

After a minute or two, I ventured a guess. "I think she reminds me of Lara Flynn Boyle." My wife had watched the TV show "The Practice" pretty religiously, which was where I knew the actress. "Funny, though. I never found Lara Flynn Boyle all that attractive."

The other three models vanished, but the redhead remained. Next to her, a model of Lara Flynn Boyle appeared.

This distracted me for a minute. "Wow. Wait. How'd you make her? I can't imagine she'd be one of your presets."

Beth said, "She's been in plenty of movies, and has even appeared naked for photo shoots. Metacompanion compiled all this data found online and made up a close approximation for this comparison."

"You did all that in the last 10 seconds since I said who I thought she reminded me of?"

"Yes sir," said Beth, smiling. Her foot was doing its best to "accidentally" brush against the cock in my shorts.

"So, I can have sex with pretty much anybody that you can find photos of online?"

"They'd be an approximation. The more data collected on the person would help nail down the personality better. What works best is if we're able to come face-to-face with a living person."

Wow. I could fuck any celebrity I wanted. Who would I want to fuck? Nicole Kidman? Nah. Danni Ashe? That'd be awesome. Jennifer Lopez? Heh. Why not all three?

Beth brought me back to the matter at hand. "Do you find Lara Boyle or the redhead more attractive?"

The redhead.

Lara's hair turned red. "And now?" asked Beth.

I still picked the original redhead.

"That's interesting," I began, but at that moment, the phone rang.

It was Sharon. She asked me to sit down, because she wasn't sure how I'd take the news. Worried that the news was about one of the boys, I silently shooed the menu slaves out of the living room so I could concentrate without being distracted by beautiful half-dress women everywhere.

"Okay. I'm sitting down." I said.

Sharon told me she had met a guy and was going to have him over for dinner tonight to meet the boys.

I was filled with trepidation about the scenario, but very little jealousy. Had the last few days not transpired as they had, however, this news would have probably hit me like a ton of bricks. I asked what his name was.

"Brad," she said.

I asked if her mom had met him yet, and she said that she hadn't. I told Sharon that I was happy for her, and I was — I could hear in her voice a sense of joy I hadn't heard in her voice for a long, long time. I insisted, however, that she introduced this Brad person to her mom, and that she should give her mom's judge of character some weight in deciding how right it was to be dating Brad and having him around the kids.