Chapter 6

I awoke from my nap...

Dear reader. You, the one that's frustrated by the fact that we're on chapter six and there have only been three sex scenes so far. I'd love to tell you that I awoke from my nap with one of my beautiful sexbots going to town on my member. But it didn't happen that way. But stick with me, I get laid.

Dear reader. You, the one that skips all of the sex scenes ... You can keep reading for now, but I have to warn you that I got laid a freakin' lot that first week that I had the Metacompanion. Partially because I hadn't quite figured out to set the parameters to truly match my libido, and partially because it was a new toy that I just had to play with.

Anyway, I awoke from my nap feeling refreshed. The clock read 7:10 pm, so I must have slept for about an hour and twenty minutes. I felt great and, surprisingly, slightly horny.

I sat up and noticed Cara was sitting at my computer desk again. She seemed to be playing with herself. I wouldn't have been at all surprised if she had.

It's kind of weird how quickly you get used to stuff. I'd had this Metacompanion for less than 24 hours, and I was already coming to expect seeing many beautiful scantily dressed women in my condo, all of which found me sexually irresistible.

She smiled when she noticed I was awake. "Oh good. Dinner should be ready in about 10 minutes. But now you have time to put on a costume, if you're up for it."

I glanced at her questioningly and was about to say something, but Cara continued, "It'll be fun. We're trying to make your quitting smoking as fun as possible for you. So we took a look at some of the books on your bookshelf in the living room and based your dinner around theme from a couple of those books. Play along, and you'll have fun."

Cara stood, and offered me a costume that was on a hanger. She suggested that I accept her help in putting it on.

I did so, and was happy I did. Although I wasn't too pleased about the costume: Wool stockings, breeches, a red waistcoat, ruffles and cuffs. I then put on these ridiculous shoes with huge brass buckles, and Cara placed a powdered wig atop my head.

After a bit of fussing, Cara said I looked "fine enough to dine with Thomas Jefferson." Which made me wonder why they had picked David McCullough's 1776 over any of the books that had a more suggestive plot.

Cara instantly was dressed in what I'd call a "serving wench" outfit; The long grey dress with the ruffled low-cut top made her look like she should be serving beer at an Oktoberfest. "M'lord," she said, "Would you like to be seated for dinner?"

"Certainly," I said in my attempt at a British accent. I quickly dropped it, since I'm a terrible mimic. My 'certainly' sounded more like Moe from the Three Stooges than an 18^th century nobleman.

We walked out of my bedroom and I gasped. The living room was transformed into a large paneled dining room, with a candlelight chandelier hanging high above a large oak dining table. A fireplace roared to my left, and the large glass windows showed a dark wintry scene beyond.

I glanced back to my bedroom and saw sunlight shining through the window in there. Then glanced back at the dim scene in front of me.

As Cara closed the bedroom door, the light shone on the ceiling. The, actual, 8' ceiling in my living room. I could make out the stucco pattern. It looked like netting or an elaborate system of spider webs, hanging halfway down from the simulated 16' ceiling.

Women were standing around the room. I didn't see Beth or Anna among them. These women were all dressed in period clothes as well, but I'm not sure what period. Some looked to be Napoleonic French costumes, others looked to be more from the Victorian era, and a few I just couldn't quite place, but knew they didn't fit with my outfit.

It was kind of a relief, though. My mind went from "renaissance fair dinner party" to "costume party."

. The women were talking among themselves, although many noticed my entrance and smiled warmly when I'd meet their eyes. I noticed that all of them had some sort of matching pin on their outfits. I couldn't quite make out what was on the pins, however.

A long, slender woman in a grey pants suit walked in. Her dirty blonde hair was tied severely into a bun, which accentuated her severe, angular facial features. She wore black riding boots, and resembled Cloris Leachman, had she ever played a Nazi dominatrix in a Mel Brooks movie. I expected her to have a ridiculous German accent, and I wasn't disappointed.

"Good evening, Herr Hackshaw. My name is Bea," she offered her hand and I shook it.

"You vill be our dinner guest tonight. Yes?"

"Sure." I said, playing along.

"Goot. Sit down please."

Cara pulled out the chair at the head of the long oak table, and I sat.

The other women took their spots. For a split second or two, I could see how the women turned from projections on the walls of my living room into 3D women. That, combined with having seen my actual ceiling for a moment, helped me understand how the Metacompanion was able to make my living room seem so spacious.

My chair was a hefty oak number. The table was large and very bulky. I asked, "I thought you could only make 500 lbs worth of mass at any time?"

Bea spoke from her seat at the foot of the table, "Yes that it is true. Much of what you see is an illusion. Please try to remain in character for this dinner." I felt that she'd get out a riding crop if I broke character again, so I tried to behave.

Beth appeared from the kitchen, wearing the same "serving wench" outfit Car had on. She brought out a large carafe of white wine, and filled everyone's glasses.

Bea held up her glass to signal a toast, and the other ten women and I all raised our glasses. "To a vonderful dinner, and Rod's last cigarette."

The women all said, "Hear, hear!" and we toasted.

Dinner was served by Anna, also in a wench outfit. Cara and Beth also brought out servings. Beth winked at me as she dished out some steamed mussels into my bowl.

Mussels, baked fish, horseradish dressing, turnip and cucumber salad, fresh raspberries and steamed carrots made up the meal.

Bea spoke as we all dug in. "Herr Hackshaw, let me introduce you to the others dining vith us tonight." She waved her arm around the table, as if I needed help in seeing the 10 gorgeous ladies that separated Bea from myself.