VIP-Making Love: Chapter 10

-- CHAPTER 10: A Perfect Day --

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9:00 AM

Something tickled my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.

“Mmph!” somebody grunted, and as I sat up, I realized I’d just shoved my dick an inch into a girl’s throat. She took it like a trouper, gagging only slightly and keeping her head down, breathing heavily through her nose until I pulled back. And then she resumed rhythmically pumping my shaft in her hand and sucking on the mushroom head as if I’d never interrupted her.

My eyes fluttered for a brief second before my heavy eyelids closed themselves, but with my face pointed to the ceiling I didn’t see my fantastic fellatrix’s face. In theory, she could’ve been any one of the four incredible sexbots-come-to-life living under my roof - especially since all four of them had fucked my brains out last night in this very room until I’d passed out from pleasure overload. But in reality, I already knew my talented cocksucker’s identity.

The twins, Helena and Katarina, preferred to sleep cuddled up with each in their bedroom down the hall. I had yet to spend an overnight with them, and there was no good reason for last night to have been the first.

Moemi certainly liked to sleep cuddled up with me and Lisa every night, but the shyly demure sex doll still would never initiate sex, not even a blowjob, without my explicit direction.

So without even opening my eyes for confirmation, I raised my hand to caress my cocksucker’s cheek, pat the top of her head, and groan, “Mmm… I love the way you wake me up, Lisa.”

My ravishing redhead responded to my positive feedback by pushing the full length of my prick into her throat until her supple lips were pressed up tight against the very base of my rigid rod. I sighed in satisfaction at the sensation of my morning wood sliding inch by inch into the depths of her constricting canal. And although an android-body sexbot that didn’t need to breathe would’ve been able to maintain the deep-throat indefinitely, I rather enjoyed feeling Lisa test the limits of her ability right up to the moment she started choking and pulled back to gasp for oxygen.

It reminded me that she was really “real”.

Not exactly human. But not merely an android, either.

She was the best girlfriend I’d ever had.

As if to remind me of that fact, moments later Lisa caught her breath and then crammed my cock down her throat again. I could feel her fingernails digging into my ass as she fought to hold her position while swallowing repetitively to make her throat muscles massage my meat. Again, though, she ran out of air and had to pull back and gasp for oxygen. But this time rather than let her try to plunge right back down again, I opened my eyes, gave her a warmly grateful smile, and beckoned with both gesture and words, “Climb on top of me.”

“As you wish,” she murmured with a faint glimmer in her eyes. And then she promptly started crawling her way up my body.

Lisa wasn’t naked. She could BE naked whenever she wanted to be, but she’d learned quite quickly that I preferred looking at her while scantily clad in sexy clothing. And with her magical ability to do costume changes in the blink of an eye to any outfit that had ever been posted to the internet… well… let’s just say that Lisa went through a LOT of sexy outfits.

This morning she was adorned in a transparent pastel-pink lace babydoll with a satin band around her tiny waist tied in back with an oversized bow that simply called for me to tug on the string and unfasten it. She wore a darker red G-string beneath it that magically disappeared when she settled her crotch above my cock, and I could feel her copious juices leaking from the petals of her unfurled labia as she planted her pussy along the underside of my morning wood and rode it back and forth like a rail.

Meanwhile, Moemi lay awake right beside us, smiling sweetly. I caressed her cheek, and she reached up to take hold of my hand and press my palm a little more firmly against it, closing her big blue eyes and sighed dreamily as if nothing in the world could make her happier than to feel my palm pressed against her cheek. But then I leaned over to give her a tender kiss, and she sighed dreamily with a note of pure contentment in her voice, sounding even happier than before.

“Climb onto my face,” I told Moemi, beckoning invitingly.

She blushed and deferred, saying softly, “This moment is for you and Lisa-san.”

“How many times do we need to tell you,” Lisa chided, “that we’re happy for you to join us?”

“Perhaps one time more,” Moemi replied with another pink blush.

“起きて乗ってください,” Lisa drawled with an eye-roll but a playful smirk.

Moemi smiled back and nodded as she sat up. She was wearing a pastel-yellow version of Lisa’s lace babydoll as she swung a leg over my head and lowered herself down while facing me, but the babydoll suddenly transformed into a camisole version of itself so that there wouldn’t be a skirt draped over my eyes. I grinned, took hold of her slender thighs, and positioned her moist muff directly atop my lips. And then I extended my long tongue and began to feast.

Moemi at first stared down at me through the valley of her cleavage, but she shut her eyes tightly and bit her lip cutely when I began to work over her tender little clit.

A moment later, my groan of pleasure joined Moemi’s whimpers as Lisa evidently shifted position to finally sink herself down around my dick. Inch after inch of heavenly sensations surrounded my embedded shaft while I let my head fall back for a bit so that I could concentrate inward on the ecstasy of my Lisa’s custom-made cunt cuddling closely around my cock. I slid my hands off of Moemi’s thighs to take hold of Lisa’s ass instead, really tugging her all the way down. And only when my perfect sex doll’s perfect pussy was completely filled with my prick did I open my eyes again.

Quite the sexy Sapphic sight greeted me. Lisa’s hands had bunched up Moemi’s camisole around her armpits so that the redhead could palm and fondle the Japanese girl’s globes. Lisa was also kissing her way along Moemi’s shoulder before working her way up the other girl’s neck to bite her ear and then finally turn Moemi’s face to hers for a fierce kiss. I felt my dick throb within Lisa’s wet box and used my grip on her ass to start her grinding back and forth. And when Moemi and Lisa finally separated their mouths to gasp for air and look down at me, they both smiled with sweet happiness that the three of us were together.

It was a great way to start the morning of an absolutely perfect day.

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9:42 AM

After filling up both of my lovely ladies with their daily dose of my magical ingredient, I rolled out of bed instantly ready for work.

I mean it: I was instantly ready for work. I was clean, clothed, with no need to relieve myself, already shaved, and with my hair perfectly coiffed. I could’ve hopped onto a camera-on Zoom call right away if need be, and didn’t even feel hungry, although I still preferred to eat (and also enjoy the process of the girls feeding me).

I’ve said before that the girls’ powers did not seem to be limited to solely providing me with sexual pleasure, nor were their powers limited solely to themselves. Already the girls had demonstrated an ability to maintain my health and even modify the size and girth of my erection. They could remove dirt and oils from my skin, clean my teeth, eliminate my urine and stool, and style my hair in the blink of an eye. They could dress me in clothing (and put inline skates on my feet, for that matter). They could create food and drink, decorate my house, and even conjured a brand-new Tesla Model X for crying out loud in theory to save me from having to walk to the grocery store.

But there was a catch.

Just like there seemed to be a one-day time-limit on how long they could be “real” without getting an injection of my semen, the objects they created likewise couldn’t last more than a day. The clothes they put into my closet were gone by morning. The paintings and furniture? Same. The Tesla? Poof. Gone. Same for the alcohol they stocked into my cabinet.

The ten thousand dollars in cash Lisa produced on a whim just to see if she could make permanent money? Spoiler-alert: she couldn’t.

At least the magical food I consumed didn’t vanish from my stomach. The loophole would seem to be that if I processed the nutrients and incorporated the raw glucose and other organic compounds into my body, they wouldn’t go away. At least, I never woke up starving or feeling malnourished.

But everything else the girls made always disappeared at some arbitrary point no more than twenty-four hours after it was made. Hot pink dildoes and vibrating eggs conjured near midnight would remain on the floor the next morning before vanishing while I wasn’t paying attention. Someone had to actively make my urge to pee go away each and every time. And any modifications they made to my body (like six-pack abs or a ten-inch cock) reverted back to normal eventually. If I wanted a permanent American Gladiator body, I’d have to work for it the old-fashioned way.

I did wonder what might happen though if Lisa conjured up magical cash and then we spent it. But I feared that trying to cheat the system that way would somehow lead to karmic backlash, and it wasn’t like we were hurting for money anyway.

Seriously: I had a good amount in my bank account, and Lisa’s idea for me to work as an independent contractor while she and the girls did a lot of the CAD design work had been an absolute success. Lisa did work behind the scenes to make sure my name floated to the top of every hiring manager’s internet searches, I handled all of my meetings virtually, and the money just came rolling in. We were handling the workload of a team of twenty - and getting paid like a team of twenty - with minimal effort and LOTS of free time during each and every day.

Free time to do… well… whatever we wanted.

Including sex.

LOTS of sex.

But not ONLY sex.

Case in point: the girls REALLY liked cooking. Well, Katarina was more of a “baker” than a “chef”, but she still really enjoyed her time in the kitchen. The only problem was that any calories I consumed really did stick in my body, remember, and I actually gained a few pounds in just a couple of weeks from all the baked goods Katarina made. After that, I had to be a little stricter about my diet and make sure I got plenty of exercise (even beyond all the cardio I was getting through frequent sex).

Fortunately, the girls were easily able to give me energy to pump out extra repetitions of whatever exercise I was doing: bench presses, lat pulldowns, leg extensions, you name it. I had a home gym on command, and the high-end workout equipment they conjured would magically disappear as soon as we didn’t need it anymore.

But back to the food. I walked downstairs with Lisa and Moemi to find Helena and Katarina puttering around the kitchen wearing the now-standard uniform of “naked-except-for-a-backless-apron”. The aprons themselves would vary, and today Helena was wearing an apron that featured a large cartoon of a busty woman’s naked body.

Like I said: the girls really liked cooking. I mean, they could’ve just magically conjured up any kind of food they wanted at any time, but they all preferred to conjure up the ingredients and spend their time actually making recipes they found online and having me taste their creations. It seemed to me they found it far more rewarding to feed me food they had actually created, and this morning was no different. I arrived to find Katarina working an electric citrus juicer to make me fresh-squeezed orange juice while Helena plated what appeared to be Korean short-rib Eggs Benedict, potato latkes, sliced avocadoes, and fresh fruit. And the twins greeted pleasantly, “Good morning, Wyatt!”

“Good morning, girls,” I greeted affably. “Smells amazing.”

“You always say that…” Helena drawled with a lopsided smirk, jiggling her chest in such a way that made her bare nipples play peekaboo with her naked-girl apron. Her platinum-blonde hair had been styled in a fancy Heidi braid around her head which ensured that no stray locks obscured my view of her bountiful bosom.

“Well it’s always true,” I agreed.

“I agree, because we’re amazing,” Katarina added confidently, the barely-younger twin sauntering around the kitchen with her hair in a high ponytail.

“Take a seat,” Helena instructed. “Breakfast is ready.”

“Oops. Almost ready!” Katarina squealed. She snapped her fingers and pointed at the coffee maker. Immediately a mug stenciled ‘Best Master Ever’ appeared beneath the spout, and steaming-fresh black coffee started pouring into the mug.

Helena folded her arms and gave her twin sister a stern look. “You didn’t almost forget,” she scolded. “You actually forgot.”

“I remembered just in time,” Katarina whined.

“NOT just in time,” Helena seethed. “Master Wyatt was already downstairs, and now he has to wait for his coffee!”

“I’m sorry! It was an accident!” the busty blonde pouted with big puppy-dog eyes, her electric green irises shimmering with moisture. “I didn’t mean it!”

“Tsk, tsk,” Helena clucked, shaking her head disapprovingly before shooting a smug look at me and a wink. Then, having schooled her features she returned to glaring at her barely-younger twin, practically snarling, “This is a serious offense… One that you must be punished for.”

“P-p-punished?” Katarina stammered, looking both pale and somewhat frightened. But at the same time, I could see the quiver in her whole body and sensed the deep state of arousal coursing throughout her veins as she blushed deeply and bowed her head, unable to contain her smile at the thought of being… ‘punished’.

“Gravely punished,” Helena intoned, turning to me with a hand extended in gesture for my approval.

“Gravely punished,” I agreed with a smirk. “But after my meal, hmm?”

“But of course, Master,” Helena affirmed, bobbing her head.

But Lisa cleared her throat and spoke up. “-I- think Katarina should start her penance now.”

I arched an eyebrow at the redhead. By now both she and Moemi had also taken their seats at the table to either side of me.

Lisa grinned, raised her right hand, and pointed downward with her index finger. “Kneel beneath the table and suck Master’s cock for the duration of his meal.”

Katarina quivered again, tried (and failed) to keep from smiling, and kept her head bowed while replying in a husky voice, “Yes, Mistress Lisa. Of course.”

“At once,” Lisa commanded.

Katarina immediately bolted from the kitchen, did a power-slide on her knees while leaning back as if doing the limbo, and came to a neat stop right in front of me. The next thing I knew, she was pulling my pants down and stuffing my dick into her mouth.

The pleasure of Katarina’s hot little mouth surrounded my shaft. Helena smirked and sashayed out of the kitchen to bring me my breakfast, her nipples continuing to play peek-a-boo with her apron. Moemi had already gotten up to fetch me my coffee and fresh-squeezed orange juice. And my amazing Lisa squeezed my hand and leaned over to give me a tongue-teasing kiss.

Perfect.

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3:57 PM

“Let it go! Let it GO! And I’ll rise like the break of dawn!” Helena belted out while twirling around in circles as she deftly danced her way down the asphalt of Disneyland’s Main Street U.S.A., neatly skipping across the trolley tracks. Although Disney policy formally prohibited adults from dressing up as characters (so that kids wouldn’t get confused), Helena was “Disneybounding” with white-blonde hair in a single long braid over her shoulder, wearing white stockings and an ombre blue dress with bedazzled jewels in snowflake patterns.

The twins were no longer identical at the moment, as Katarina was dressed to coordinate with her sister: red hair in twin braids (and a single white lock running through them), a light dusting of freckles, a dark-blue skirt, a black tank-top, and a magenta cardigan. She also remained her usual 5’6” height while Helena had boosted herself two inches taller, and both girls sported more modest bustlines with slender curves. The girls had also changed their irises to the same blue shade as the animated Elsa and Anna characters from Frozen. And even though it technically wasn’t ‘her’ song, Katarina was more than happy to belt out the next line along with her sister, “Let it go! Let it GO! That perfect girl is gone!”

“Here I stand in the light of day!” Moemi chimed in with the HellKat twins, for the moment too swept up with enthusiasm to remember to be shy. She wore a bright-yellow skirt and a blue top with a white collar and red accents on the shoulders, along with a red headband, to evoke Snow White.

“Let the storm rage on… The cold never bothered me anyway!” Lisa joined in with the other three, and all four of them began to giggle together. Lisa had brightened the shade of her red hair and dressed in a long seafoam-green skirt with a purple halter-top to Disneybound as Ariel from The Little Mermaid. And I was her Prince Eric in tight blue jeans, a red leather belt, and a white long-sleeved polo with the cuffs rolled up.

The afternoon parade had just rolled through, and the girls were in a festive mood. It was not our first time visiting Disneyland, nor our first time watching the parade, but all four girls were just as enthusiastic about it as if it had been. And few things in life were more fun than watching four gorgeous girls enjoying themselves as they bounced across the street.

I knew I wasn’t the only one enjoying the sight of them. It was a random Tuesday between Thanksgiving and Christmas, and park attendance was light. Still, there were a number of little kids around who were happy to get caught up in the enthusiasm. There were also a number of dads around who were happy to observe the bodaciously busty babes… well… bouncing.

At least their outfits were rated PG. This was Disneyland, after all, not Venice Beach. So there were no bikini tops and none of the girls had much exposed skin. Still, it was impossible to hide their comic-book proportions, and I got more than a few envious glances for being the lone male in their company.

But I was used to such attention by now. Like I said: this wasn’t our first time visiting Disneyland. Now that I no longer worked a regular daytime job, we had plenty of opportunities to play tourist and enjoy ourselves during the weekdays when everyone else was working or in school. I mean yes, we still had to get work done for my independent contracting job, and we’d actually done some of that work for two hours today. But my A.I. sexbots were really efficient at doing CAD design (who knew?), and that freed up lots of free time for fun.

The five of us were Annual Passholders by now and The Happiest Place on Earth was the girls’ second-favorite place to be (besides my house). I wasn’t sure whether an artificial intelligence’s idea of how to best simulate girlish behavior was to make her love being at Disneyland, or if the girls really did LOVE being at Disneyland, and I supposed it ultimately didn’t matter. Whatever the reason, all four girls LOVED being at Disneyland, and so we’d started making trips here at least a couple of times per week.

Without even trying to, I’d memorized the lyrics to every song that played during the evening fireworks. I knew every bank and turn in Space Mountain so that I could close my eyes during the ride and still know in which direction to lean. And I could pilot my way blindfolded through Millennium Falcon: Smugglers Run.

We’d also somehow gotten away with having sex in the park no less than six times: a quickie with Lisa in the caves on Tom Sawyer Island, Helena sitting in my lap during the Indiana Jones Adventure (the rocky up-and-down motion of the car was amazing), Katarina giving me a blowjob during Rise of the Resistance, Katarina sitting in my lap on Splash Mountain, Lisa sitting in my lap on Pirates of the Caribbean, and then Helena sitting in my lap on the Finding Nemo submarine. And that doesn’t even include the countless times one of the girls had slipped their hands into my shorts to stroke my shaft (or I’d slipped my hands beneath their skirts as well).

I held no doubt that Disney security had seen us with their infrared cameras, but so far nobody had tried to stop us as long as we kept it discreet. And I haven’t even mentioned the times we’d had sex at California Adventure!

In any case, it was shortly after the girls twirled their way down Main Street U.S.A. that Lisa squeezed my hand and intoned somewhat huskily, “C’mon, Wyatt. Let’s go ride The Haunted Mansion.”

I recognized the glimmer in her blue eyes (just to match her Ariel outfit - although I kinda missed her golden-amber irises). It was a glimmer than told me she wanted to try for Illicit Disneyland Sex Act Number Seven, and by now I wasn’t about to argue with her.

When we filed into the “elevator” at the beginning, I stood directly behind Lisa and wrapped my arms around her midsection. When the lights went dim and everyone started staring upwards at the ceiling, I slipped my hands beneath my girlfriend’s purple halter-top and got two handfuls of unfettered F-cup boobs (none of the girls needed bras to support their impossibly firm breasts). She giggled beneath her breath and crossed her arms over her chest to hold her own shoulders, obscuring my activity. But I did little more than nibble at her neck while she got all hot and bothered from the exhibition of it all.

She wasn’t the only one getting hot and bothered. I noticed that Helena was standing behind Katarina in a similar position with her hands beneath “Anna’s” black tank-top. And even though there wasn’t enough light for me to see, I could tell that Moemi was blushing pink watching the four of us fondling each other in the dark.

When the lights came back on, I pulled my hands out from Lisa’s halter-top and we shuffled with the crowd out of the elevator and into the hallway queuing up to ride the doom buggies. The five of us chatted like any other group of friends visiting Disneyland, paying no mind to the tourists and other locals around us. And when it came time to board our own doom buggies, I gestured to let Helena and Katarina board one first before Lisa, Moemi, and I took the next one.

I sat between my girls with Lisa on my left and Moemi on my right. As soon as our doom buggy moved away from the platform and into the darkness of the cemetery first scene, I slipped my right hand beneath Moemi’s bright-yellow skirt to start fingering her panty-less pussy. I was rewarded with her little squeak of surprise as she snapped her thighs shut and whimpered into my ear, “Nooo, Wyatt-sama… We should not…”

“Oh but we should…” I intoned rather malevolently, turning to bite and then nibble on her ear. A moment later, I groaned from the pleasure of Lisa’s hand circling my shaft in my pants and stroking it up and down.

I continued fingerbanging Moemi’s tight slit despite her demure protests. Meanwhile, it didn’t take long for Lisa’s deft handjob to get me hard. I assumed Lisa would slide herself into my lap and mount me while I continued to digitally manipulate Moemi’s little love button, but when Lisa leaned over to me for a kiss, she pulled back to stare at me with glowing golden-amber irises, murmuring, “Drag Moemi into your lap.”

My eyebrows popped. Thus far, Moemi had resisted any suggestion that she have sex with me in public. Lisa, Helena, and Katarina were more than happy to get the exhibitionist thrill, but the last time Helena had tried to egg Moemi on into actually doing it, the petite Japanese girl had broken down crying and I’d put a stop to their teasing right away.

Sensing my train of thought, Lisa continued staring straight at me as she muttered softly, “Don’t ask her; tell her. Don’t even tell her, actually. Just DO it.”

My amazing A.I. sexbot easily managed to multi-task stroking my shaft in hand while instructing me to seize Moemi and plant the girl in my lap. My lower lip quivered with pleasure as the excitement and adrenaline of what we were doing on The Haunted Mansion ride flooded my veins. So without really thinking much about it, I reached down to pick up Moemi’s light body and drag her into my lap reverse cowgirl while Lisa angled my prick with her hand to point the way.

“Master?!” Moemi squeaked in surprise, finding my cock probing her pussy before she could even register what was going on.

“Shh… Moe-chan…” I soothed. “I want this. I want you.”

“But we are… exposed…” she whimpered, her eyes moistening as she gawked at me over her shoulder. “People will see.”

“Let them see. I want you to let me fuck you, Moe-chan. I want this. I want you.”

“Ohhh… Wyatt-sama…” she whined, biting her lip.  I-- Eep!”

“Nngh…” I groaned.

“Oh! You’re in me!” she whimpered, her eyes tight and her cheeks clenched in a grimace. “Your dick is in me! In public! On a Disney ride! Oh! It is so wrong! It is so big in me! So deep!”

“Fuck, Moe-chan. You’re so fucking tight,” I moaned. And she was tight… even tighter than I remembered. Her whole body was clamped up as if half in terror at what we were doing, so that I could barely move. “So tight, Moe-chan. It feels so gooood.”

“Is it good for you, Master? Is my pussy good for you?”

“The best, Moe-chan. Your pussy feels heavenly around me.” Holding her midsection with my forearms, I started guiding her body up and down. “Nngh… Nngh… Nngh…”

“Ohhh… Ohhh… Ohhh…” Moemi moaned softly, leaning back against my chest as she surrendered to the sensations. “So big in me, Master. You feel so deep inside me.”

“So deep… So good… Yes, Moe-chan, yes. I love this… I love it…” Slipping my hands beneath her blue top, I palmed her unfettered breasts and used them as handholds to guide her undulations. “Ride me, Moe-chan. Ride me!”

“Hngh! Hngh! Hngh!” Moemi grunted, gyrating her ass in my lap around and around, really carving her inner walls with my cock. “Oh Lisa-san! Your fingers! You’re touching me!”

“Of course I’m touching you,” Lisa laughed, leaning in to peck the Japanese girl’s cheek. “Enjoy this. Enjoy him. Enjoy feeling Master’s dick deep inside you. Feel the ecstasy of fulfilling your primary purpose. You exist to satisfy Master’s every carnal need. Anytime. Anywhere. Even on a Disney ride.”

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” Moemi squeaked. “But it is so wrong! We may still get caught! We must not get caught! Ohhh!!!”

I growled and bit down on the side of Moemi’s neck, suckling hard enough to give her a hickey she’d have trouble hiding even with the white collar on her blue top. I fully intended for my demurely shy Japanese sex doll to be blushing constantly throughout the remainder of our day at Disneyland, wondering who might notice her purple love mark. And I dug my fingernails into her firm boobs as I started clenching my abs to drive my dick up into her a little faster and a little harder.

“Ngh-ngh-ngh-ngh-ngh!” I grunted as I sped up.

“Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!” she gasped on top of me.

I could only imagine what the security guys with their infrared cameras were seeing. We didn’t have forty-five minutes to take our time and leisurely fuck until all parties were sweaty and satisfied. The doom buggy portion of the ride was only about five minutes, and I knew we were nearing the end. Lisa turned Moemi’s face to hers, locking their lips together while I pinned Moemi’s body down around my dick and ground myself against her. I could feel the internal flutters of her muscles start to spasm around my shaft, signaling her impending climax. But I also knew she was waiting for me, waiting for my ejaculation to catalyze her own eruption.

“NGH-NGH-NGH-NGH-NGH!” Clenching one last time, I finally blew my top and started spurting great gobs of creamy cum into Moemi’s suddenly convulsing cunt.

“AH! AH! AH!” she squealed, her voice somewhat muffled by Lisa’s mouth as she trembled and shuddered in my lap.

Together, we thrashed and juddered herky-jerky for several seconds as the ride made its final turn around the mirrors while the speakers in our doom buggy told us to beware of hitchhiking ghosts. Moemi had mere seconds to slip off my lap and fix her skirt to try and make herself presentable, blushing bright pink in the sudden illumination as we arrived at the exit platform. Lisa deftly tucked my junk back into my pants and then sat up straight, utterly prim and proper.

A ride attendant stepped onto the moving platform alongside our doom buggy, likewise looking prim and proper in his dapper tuxedo with tails and a purple vest. As we disembarked, he smiled and reached out with one hand extended. But rather than assist the girls out of our doom buggy, the college-aged young man opened his palm to present us with three official Haunted Mansion pins.

“Congratulations on your Hidden Mickey. We enjoyed the show,” he stated with a shit-eating grin, briefly glancing at both gorgeous girls.

An indescribable moan emanated from deep within Moemi’s diaphragm as she tucked herself behind me and buried her face into the back of my shoulder.

The attendant reached out and dropped the pins into my open hand. “Come again soon.”

Perfect.

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