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Chapter Twenty: A New Mop

I rode the train to the Mop Club meeting with the official Zork Technologies BPHG (Butt-Plug Hologram Generator) manual in my lap. Though familiar city scenes passed by my cabin window, I couldn't help but feel the tracks were taking me to a different universe. The Haruhi Suzumiya I'd be meeting in twenty minutes wasn't the same person I'd spent the week with at school.

Mop Club Haruhi was a different species of female; the perfect club member, the ultimate subordinate, a minion who loved making messes while nude. Her decision to forgo clothing during our down time at the Toyohara Love Hotel made me think. When you're spending all day having incredible sex, wearing clothing isn't usually something you think about. But I sensed that it mattered.

I'm sure Haruhi would have worn anything her president asked her to, but as we took a break from making messes for lunch and dinner, she politely declined to don anything but her collar. Her decision confused me at first. I now understood that it conveyed the unspoken message that I was fully in charge. It's tough to take charge when you're the only naked person in a room.

This understanding inspired me to borrow Yuki's hologram generator, because this piece of alien technology would allow Haruhi to maintain her subservient nudity in any environment, even outdoors.

I was more than a little nervous for the Mop Club's second official meeting. Taking the reins of this new club as its unquestioned leader led me to develop a good deal more respect for Haruhi. I had no idea that taking full charge presented such a challenge. It was so much easier to be the member, the follower, the subordinate. You simply did as told. That role had its appeal.

Don't get me wrong. There's no way in the world a girl like Haruhi Suzumiya could exist in this world as a full-time follower. But letting go of the reins now and then under controlled conditions provided a therapeutic break.

The train pulled into the station and I got off. I hung out on the platform for a few minutes before crossing the street to the park. Crisp morning air cooled my face as I strolled along the concrete path.

When I arrived at bench a couple seconds before eight o'clock, Haruhi was already waiting for me. Wearing a fresh blue dress, she held her phone up to me. "Eight AM sharp."

"Nice punctuality, Minion." I sat next to her. "The Mop Club is in session."

"Good morning, Mr. President." Haruhi wrapped her arms around me and kissed me fully on the lips.

"Good morning, Minion," I said, blinking. Wow.

Haruhi glanced around and raised her hand.

"Yes."

"With all due respect, sir, shouldn't the Mop Club have a mop?"

"That's a very good question. And it does."

A quizzical expression remained.

I continued. "As the president of the Mop Club, I get to decide the attributes of the mop, right?"

"Of course."

"Then you'll have to take it on faith that I've got the mop angle covered and you'll find out about it in due time."

"Absolutely, Mr. President." She put her hands in her lap. "So what's the plan today?"

I noticed the slight arch of her back and the forward thrust of her breasts. "Stand up."

Haruhi rose.

"Bend forward."

Haruhi clasped her hands behind her back and obeyed.

After glancing from side to side to make sure no one was watching, I pulled down the stretchy top of her dress to reveal her flawless breasts. "Damn."

She giggled.

"Turn." When she turned her back, I lifted her skirt to reveal her perfect bare bottom.

"I hope you're okay with me not wearing underwear, Mr. President. It kind of got in the way last week."

I patted the space beside me and let her sit. "Not at all, Minion. Considering what I've got planned for you, it's perfect." Before continuing, I tossed out a test question to see how she'd answer. "By the way, did you have a good week?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. President." Haruhi shot back an obviously rehearsed line. "I have absolutely no memory of this week's events."

Hermetically sealed, just as I predicted.

"Did you remember your outfit?"

A sly grin lit up her face. "Of course." She extended her right hand and presented her collar. She looked around and bit her lip. In the distance, a few stragglers shuffled through the park. She set the collar on the bench, stood, and flung the dress strap off of her left shoulder.

I held up my hand an instant before the other dress strap fell. "Hang on."

She lowered her hands. "Shouldn't I get properly dressed?"

"You don't mind wearing your uniform"— I spread out my hands.—"here in the park?"

"I'll do whatever you say."

Holy shit. Her reply sounded eerily familiar.

"I've decided to modify your uniform."

"Yes, sir. That's totally within your purview as the president of this club."

"Thanks to a fortuitous turn of fate," I continued, "I was able to get my hands on a really cool piece of technology."

Haruhi nodded. I knew she wouldn't question fate.

I pulled the hologram generator out of my bag. "This device makes its wearer invisible. Plus, it has some other cool features." I handed her the device, removed the polarizing glasses from my pocket, and put the glasses on. "After initializing this device, you'll only be visible to yourself and the person wearing these glasses."

She turned the torpedo in her hands. "Does this device go where I think it does?"

"It's meant to be carried anally."

She squinted. "And I'll really turn invisible when I shove this up my ass?"

"It turns your skin into a holographic projector that precisely redirects light." I pointed up. "Your hair is a problem, but there's an accessory for that." I reached into the bag and handed her the silver scrunchie. "This is an auxiliary emitter. It will make your hair invisible."

Haruhi pulled her hair into a ponytail and wrapped the emitter around it. She turned and waved her ponytail back and forth.

"Damn." I sighed. "That is so hot."

Haruhi frowned. "In a minute I'll likely be completely naked with your dick in my mouth, and you're turned on because of this." She grabbed her ponytail. "You're an odd sort of president at times, sir."

"You may be right." I pointed at her head. "The emitter only works with organic matter keyed to your DNA, so your hair ribbon will have to go too."

"That's no biggy."

"One question before we go. How would you define a mop?"

She put her finger to her chin. "A long thin stick with absorbent cotton cords tied to the end."

"If we chose to be a little less precise, we could say it's something long and thin with tied strands at the end."

"You're the president, sir. You can choose to be as precise as you want."

I ran my hand along the side of her body. "Long and thin." Then over her scrunchie and ponytail. "With tied strands at the end."

Her eyes lit up. "I'm the mop!" She grabbed a shoulder strap. "At least I will be when I take off this dress and hair ribbon. That is so cool."

I got up and offered her my hand. "Why don't you change in the bathroom?"

Ten minutes later, a neatly folded dress topped by a hair ribbon and a pair of sandals floated toward me. I opened the sports bag. The clothes magically flew in on top of the collar and her phone. When I put on my polarizing lenses, the nude goddess appeared.

She touched the rims. "You look sexy in those glasses, Prez."

"Why do you say that?" I couldn't help myself. "Do you have a glasses fetish?"

She nodded. "Actually, I do." She dropped to her knees. "When I'm nude around a guy that's wearing glasses, I develop an unstoppable urge to suck his dick." She gasped while rubbing the buttplug's tip. "Oh, my. The way this thing is buzzing inside me is driving me nuts. I want to come so bad already."

"Should I turn it down?"

"No need, sir. I'll manage."

As I stood in the grass beyond the far side of the walkway across from the bathroom building, Haruhi lovingly sucked me off. If someone were standing next to me, they might have been able to see some shimmering where the hologram generator did it's best to recreate the image of zipped-up pants, and they may have noticed indentations in the grass where Haruhi knelt, but from a distance, everything looked unremarkable.

I looked on in wonder through my polarizing lenses as the invisible nude beauty manually pleasured herself while orally pushing me toward the edge. Though Haruhi's expressive moans during our simultaneous climax turned heads, nobody saw a thing.

We enjoyed ourselves while roaming through the park and then the city. Following paths we often took as members of the SOS Brigade, we now walked them as Mop Club members. The BPHG's sole reinforcement feature enhanced her foot bottoms, alleviating Haruhi's need for shoes. Despite cool breezes and chilly temperatures, the BPHG's skin regulation feature kept her warm.

We had sex in a store and in a tea cafe, on the street and in a photo booth. During a break, Haruhi rubbed her plugged bare bottom. "I always knew technology like this existed, but the military keeps it secret." She crossed her arms under her full breasts. "How did you manage to get a hold of it, Mr. President?"

"I have absolutely no memory of how I acquired that device."

"Understood." She pulled me close and kissed me on the cheek. "There is one problem, though, aside from the continual buzzing that constantly keeps me on the edge."

"That's supposed to be a feature, not a bug," I said.

"How are we going to deal with this hologram generator when its time to butt-fuck me?"

For obvious reasons, we hadn't engaged in anal intercourse. "Would you be upset if that activity didn't make it onto the agenda today?"

"Hell, yes!" she blurted. "… Sir … But you're the boss."

I pointed to an open alleyway. "How about we fool around behind that van?"

"Woo hoo!"

She took my hand and pulled me along. Once we settled into place out of view of the street, Haruhi removed the BPHG and set it on the van's front bumper. Watching her materialize in full color instantly hardened me.

The nervous energy surging through our bodies as I butt-fucked her in broad daylight made our shared climax that much more intense. Our both being visible, however, made me more aware of Haruhi's vocal expressiveness. Loud moans emanating from a fully nude visible girl were easy to trace.

After properly butt-fucking my Minion and making another fine mess in the alleyway, we ran into a problem. My sizable manhood stretched her orifice to the point where the torpedo no longer remained as firmly seated.

"I'm sure my anus will shrink back to normal pretty soon." To be safe, Haruhi held her fingertips between her cheeks and clenched as we walked. Fifteen minutes later, she felt confident all was well and she lowered her hand and relaxed her muscles.

As we waited for a crosswalk signal in the middle of town, the BPHG slid out and hit the pavement with a metallic clunk. A gorgeous nude Japanese female materialized in the midst of a group of shocked bystanders.

"Hi everyone." She waved at those standing around us. "Sorry to startle you." Without missing a beat, she crouched down, retrieved the torpedo, and slid it back into her ass. Fifteen minutes later, all was well, plus we'd learned a valuable lesson.

I rated the Mop Club's second meeting a five-star event. We spent the day making messes all over town, and the club's Number One Minion — and now its Official Mop — had the thrill of her life.

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When I got back home mid-afternoon, Yuki Nagato waited for me on the bed. As usual, she looked beautiful in her particular brand of nudity. It was nice to see her without the aid of glasses.

I held the buttplug in my hand.

She got on all fours at the edge of the bed with her bottom facing out and wiggled her hips. "Care to have some fun with me first?"

I rubbed her lovely cheeks. "I'd really like to, but I am so spent. Can I take a rain check?"

She glanced over her shoulder. "Can I return tonight?"

"Sure." I placed the tip of the buttplug up to her anus. "Are you ready?"

She nodded.

As I slowly pushed the plug into her ass, her body shivered. Halfway in, Yuki convulsed.

I stopped pushing. "Are you all right?"

"It feels wonderful," Yuki said. "Please don't stop."

By the time the BPHG set deep inside her ass, Yuki had experienced multiple orgasms. The device whirred and vibrated a bit as it configured itself to its new host, and Yuki disappeared from view. I fished the polarizing glasses out of my pocket. The image of Yuki lying peacefully on her side with a tiny content smile on her face stunned me.

"Is everything all right?"

"I feel amazing."

"No kidding." I pulled out my irresistible dick. "Are you in the mood for a snack?"

She shook her head. "No, thank you. I'm fine. For now."

My jaw dropped. "Amazing."

Yuki didn't return that night. She didn't need to because she'd been given a magical substitute — a buttplug hologram generator christened by the anus of this universe's goddess.