Chapter 9

Beth went down on me, and did wonderful things with her mouth and tongue. One of the great things about the Metacompanion, I was learning, was that she didn't get bored or tired. Which was good, because it took her about 20 minutes to get me off.

I had allowed my mind to wander a bit through the blowjob. My thoughts went back through the day and what I had learned from Beth and what Cara and I had decided.

I'd need a "girlfriend" - a public persona of the Metacompanion which I'd allow to be seen with me in public. Maybe it was because she was sucking my cock at the time, but Beth seemed like the ideal candidate for that. She'll be the one to drive me to and from work each day.

Beth would then have my car all day, so that she could run errands for me, as well as help employ a Metacompanion for as long as it would take to earn enough money to be able to get us to Vegas for a weekend.

Cara and I had decided that the quickest and possibly easiest way to earn a second income would be to have a Metacompanion gain employment at a local strip club. Cara surprised me with the fact that there were local strip clubs, since I had been under the impression that the closest titty bars were up in Cleveland.

Not only were there several titty bars in Akron, but one was less than 5 miles from my condo. Cara and I had agreed that either later today or tomorrow, we'd figure out what our stripper would look like, and she'd apply for a job on Wednesday, after I was dropped off at work.

Strange as it may sound from a guy that had fucked a Playboy playmate several times that day and was currently receiving one of the most incredible blowjobs from a gorgeous classy Brit, but the idea of fucking a local stripper was turning me on.

Well, okay. What Beth was doing with her mouth, and the way she would look up at me with those gorgeous doe-like brown eyes while doing so, probably helped.

After rewarding Beth's mouth with an orgasm, Anna came into the bedroom to announce that dinner was ready. I didn't need to dress in anything fancy, and in fact, passing the living room proved that the Metacompanion didn't have any fantasys in store for the time being; the room was devoid of furniture and barren.

I sat in the kitchen and ate some baked grouper. It was okay, but not great. The asparagus served with it, however, were some of the best asparagus I had ever tasted.

My playmate of the day, Jean, sat on the kitchen countertop during my dinner. She seemed a bit peeved that I had spent so much of "her" day with Beth. She kept displaying her body in the most sultry of positions. Jean even left the kitchen several times during my meal only to come back in different outfits.

I didn't focus much on her, probably because I'd been drained by Beth several times that day, but also because Cara was in the kitchen and we went over some details as to what needed to be done before Wednesday.

As I took the final bites of my dinner, Jean reentered the kitchen. This time, she wore a white lace robe and white heels. She handed me a shot glass with the R-Bliss in it. She congratulated me for going the whole day without a cigarette. And, while it hadn't even been on my mind for a while, I instantly needed a smoke after she said that.

I chugged the R-Bliss, in hopes that the effects would take my mind off of cigarettes for the night, and within 15 minutes, the R-bliss had its desired effect.

Jean and I fucked like minks. For a short while, at least. I fell asleep before 9 pm.

It had been a long day.