Jimma

In The Bed

In the morning as rays of Sun penetrated the room Jim was sleeping and snoring. Not a pretty sight for two beautiful girls to witness as they gently tried to wake him up. After the initial shock he was sure his time had come and his sleeping python in underpants awoke, too.

“We need to talk”, one girl said.

“This will be a huge surprise for you”, the other continued.

“A huge shock”, with her hands spreading wide, the first girl takes the reins of the conversation. But not for long. Jim thought he was at a ping-pong match watching left, then immediately right and henceforth. That was nothing to account he heard. Disaster. End of the world. Apocalypse. His head wanted to burst and his bladder, he realized, jumping out of the bed, reaching the bathroom just in time with a huge sigh of his lips.

“Well?” – Two girls were standing at the door. No privacy at all, as he slammed the door. He needed to clear his head but how. He washed his face looking at the mirror, searching for answers there. This was no magical one, only the person looking at him was some smart young man with the stupidest look on his face and without a clue.

Finally, he opened the door. There they were, looking at him, like two middle-class teachers, divorced and angry at the whole world.

“Well?”

“Well, what?”

“Answering with the question is a sign of rudeness”.

“You have audacity to tell me that after everything I heard. I mean… I don’t know what I mean, but, really.”

“I will make a coffee”, a hostess intervened as Jim was very thankful.

“I will make a breakfast”, the driver madly turned her ass and marched away. Jim was thankful for that other thing if not the way it happened. He slowly walked back to his room, putting on some clothes. How and why, that was going in his mind.

“Why me?” – He suddenly shrieked, looking around the room for answers.

Fine and hot beverage that awaited him and smiling blue eyes pulled out a smile from him.

“Eat!”

Not wanting another fight he took the plate and cleaned it out as a good boy would. Sipping the coffee, he leaned back in the chair looking at both of them:

“Let’s recapitulate. Apocalypse is coming no matter what.”

“Every 100,000 and so years Mother nature needs cleaning. The best way is to reduce male population”, the blonde witch explained what was said early this morning.

“They make the most of the damage, let us be fair”, the black one’s look was piercing through him.

“And I wanted to have a thing or two with this one”, Jim was thinking to himself, taking another sip.

“But why me? What is so special about me?”

They were looking at each other.

“You were chosen by our mother, a few years back, do you remember.”

“How can I forget?” – Jim smiled. Instantly the smile was gone, Johanna, that was the name of black daughter, gave him another fiery look.

“What is to be done?” – He turned to Loreen, the blonde girl, avoiding to even glance at Johanna’s face.

“First of all, we need to make sure you survive the virus that will eradicate the men. You will have to drink some pills.”

“And brome, that is essential. It will be locked in your paints”, Johanna’s  eyes  were smiling and  her finger pointing down there.

“You will need a complete makeover, life changing”, Loreen is looking at his hairy arms with no-no look in her eyes. “You will have to move to a new town, wear a wig, shave legs.”

“High heels and stuff, jewelry, you know”.

Jim was getting less and less enthusiastic about the whole plan, but after a lot of persuasions he agreed. He is vital for the survival of mankind. After everything he would be out there with thousands of women desiring him or the thing he can deliver.