While he didn’t mind this much, he did make note of it. With so many lonely women in the world, he was never reticent about leaving one when he felt he’d given her enough of himself. Perfectly lovely girls might go their whole lives without even catching sight of a naked male in the flesh, let alone getting to experience actually having sex with one. Wandering as he did was the right thing to do, to give as many as possible a taste. How some men let themselves be pinned down, practically captured by a single woman, he’d never understand. It was simply selfish.
A hesitant knock came at the bathroom door, surprising Guy out of his thoughtful reverie. Face smooth and clean, he’d been staring into the mirror at his naked body, not really even seeing it. The door cracked open and Kim’s young face peeked in at him, expression mildly anxious beneath her cute smile.
“Hi…” She looked at him, eyes gravitating to his uncovered crotch before she managed to pull her gaze up to his face. Her Asian features were framed by her dark, perfectly conditioned bangs, empty glasses frames keeping any hair from falling in front of her eyes. “Sorry, I was waiting for you to come out. I didn’t want to interrupt, but, um…”
He simply looked at her, starting to get dressed. Often women had trouble talking to him outside of sex or seduction, seeming unsure even how to hold a conversation with a man. While he wished he could say he didn’t know why, he was aware of his sex’s reputation. They were all regarded almost as wild beasts, inclined towards the carnal pleasures of life with little care for aught else. Fickle and dangerous, arrogant and strong… yet all the more alluring for those qualities, somehow. It didn’t help to dispel such notions that at least some of that was objectively true. He was in fact much stronger than the average woman, and better at sex, although he considered the latter due mostly to practice. Part of what helped him feel safe entering so many stranger’s homes was the knowledge that, if it came to a hand to hand struggle, he could overpower practically any woman with ease.
Kim had gone silent, seeming at a loss as she stared at his cock again. He let her look, waiting patiently. After all, it hadn’t even been a week since she’d first seen one in person.
“I-I was wondering, if you could, um…” Swallowing, she closed her eyes, finally spitting it out once she couldn’t be distracted by the sight of him. “My car isn’t working, and I have this, um, like… Yoga class? So, uh. Since you’re here, I was wondering if maybe… you could… drive me?”
Her voice rose in pitch to an almost comic squeak as she approached the end of her sentence, carefully plucked eyebrows raised nervously in entreaty. Guy pulled on his shirt, thinking it over for half a second. Of course, that was too long a time for the anxious woman’s jangled nerves.
“I promise I’ll do anything you want to thank you!” The offer burst from her lips, too loud, too desperate. She knew it, wincing as she tried to recover. Guy simply sat on the toilet to pull on his socks, observing her strange meltdown and comparing it others he’d ’caused’. So far, it was rather mild.
“Plus it’s Yoga, so it’s all like… making me sexier for you.” Giggling half-convincingly, she pushed open the door a little more, giving Guy an unobstructed look at her curves. Somewhat presumptively, she had already slipped into a pair of yoga pants. Her ass squished pleasingly up against the doorframe as she swung her hips, trying to entice him.
Taking a long moment to appreciate her little show to its fullest, Guy finished dressing. Standing up, he smiled slightly at her.
“Sure, I’ll take you.”
Squealing in happiness, Kim rushed at him, giving him a tight squeeze of joy. From her reaction one might think she’d won the lottery, rather than a simple car ride.
However, Guy knew how it would be. Her intention wasn’t really to get a ride, as she doubtless had friends she could call to take her, or a bus if all else failed. Her car probably wasn’t even broken. She just wanted to show him off.
While that was starting to get tiring, he consoled himself that he was doing her one better in the area of deceit, having his own ulterior motives for taking her to her Yoga class. Motives mainly relating to the large number of fit, attractive women that tended to congregate at such places. If the mood struck him he might even give Kim a taste of her own medicine, taking one of the other women before driving her home. She could hardly complain if he did such a thing, unless she wished to risk losing him prematurely.
After the curvaceous Asian peeled herself off him, Guy went to her closet to retrieve his jacket and keys. They were two of his very few possessions, the leather garment of magnificent quality and fit. As for the keys, well… they weren’t the part that cost. The brand new sports car they unlocked had been a gift, one of many cars he’d been given by women looking to hold onto him for a little longer. It hadn’t worked to tie him down, but he still appreciated the vehicle. Few other things women tried to give him were useful, with his transitory lifestyle.
Kim was bustling about in her living room, the delay causing Guy to peek in on her. She was grabbing things to put into her suitcase-sized purse, plucking a catalog and display case of knives from her countertop and casually dropping them in. That more than anything confirmed his suspicions that she was going to use him to flaunt her status. In all previous instances that she’d taken him somewhere to show off, she’d also brought along a set of MLM-brand knives to try and hawk on all her friends. As far as he could tell she’d actually spent more on the company she bought the knives from than she’d made back so far, though it was her own belief that she was a ‘small business owner’ about to make it big. Since it didn’t harm him any, Guy made no effort to inform her of her poor economic sense. Besides, with him along, she actually was making some sales.
“Let’s go,” he said simply, opening the door out of her apartment. Kim squeaked as if she’d pointed a gun at her, eyes widening before she quickly grabbed a few last items. Hurrying over, she gave him a peck on the mouth and another quick thanks before quickly descending down the stairs. Admiring her bouncing rear for a second, Guy closed the door behind him, starting down after her.
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Walking into the yoga class was every bit the spectacle he had expected it would be. Of course, he was more or less always an object of attention regardless of where he went. It was a simple consequence of his sex’s rarity, and he was used to it by this point. However, of all places in the world where one might expect to see a man, this was perhaps the lowest on the list.
Gasps sounded throughout the small gymnasium in the moments after Guy walked through the door, women with no expectation of anything more exciting than doing a King Pigeon pose suddenly finding themselves ambushed by the presence of a living, breathing male in their midst. Eyes gleaming with sudden interest looked him up and down, and two women that had been standing near the door practically stumbled away from him in their shock. He’d gone ahead of Kim as they entered the building, but she wasted no time in gluing herself to his side. Clinging to one arm and smiling at him, she gave little knowing glances to the other girls, waggling her eyebrows at them in haughty pride. Everything was still and silent for a moment as he and she walked together off to one side, taking a pair of chairs placed along the wall. No one knew what to say, how to react, when faced with such an unexpected guest in such an unexpected place.