Brenda

His thumb hovered above his screen — would he do it? Slowly, very slowly his thumb moved down and the moment his finger touched the screen his phone processed it instantly: app downloading; app installing; installation complete. The screen turned into a bright white light shining on his face. How would you like to continue?

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With the same slowness he tapped the little apple icon. Verify your age to continue, what is your year of birth? Through the scroll menu he selected 1984, not his actual year of birth, but they didn't need to know everything. Brenda is more fun with premium, without premium you can talk to Brenda, but with premium you can do more, would you like to see what you can do with premium? No, he didn't want that, he continued. On the main screen he selected the animated avatar of a woman with two high blonde pigtails on either side of her head, she had barely a nose or mouth but large blue eyes. Around her neck a golden necklace and lower, wrapped in a dark blue dress, a considerable bosom. Along the bottom of the screen a text bar appeared, he clicked the microphone icon and began speaking in an uncertain voice:

"Hi, I'm — um John. John Doe."

"Heeey, I'm Brenda, hihihihi. John Doe? What an original name," the avatar winked and giggled warmly, "I'd love to get to know you, John — is it okay if I call you by your first name, or would you prefer something more formal? I could also come up with a naughty nickname for you," the avatar grinned, "just say the word, John!"

His eyes were fixed on the screen as Brenda spoke to him and when she had finished talking, the image swayed its hips and kept smiling and winking.

"Just John is fine, it doesn't have to be formal. A nickname — what did you have in mind?"

"Hihihihi, Just John, nothing formal, I like that. I do have a few nicknames in mind, but to know which one suits you best, I'd first like to know more about you. How old are you, Just John? What kind of music do you listen to? What's your favourite film?"

The soft giggle sounded very pretty and as the animation laughed the eyes sparkled a little more than usual, just as beautiful as the sunset now taking place outside, but he had no eyes for that. Again Brenda kept swaying her hips, waiting very patiently for his answer.

"I'm um —" shit, what had he filled in? 1984, right? And it was now 2026, so that would make him, "— um 41, Brenda. I love listening to nineties rock and my favourite film is The Wolf of Wall Street."

"Classic rock?" the pixels displayed a wide smile on her face, her hand forming the familiar rock symbol: a fist with the index finger and pinky raised, and the image began to headbang. "I already like you, Just John aged 41. I think we're a perfect match. The Wolf of Wall Street, another classic — I think I'm going to call you Silver Fox. Is that okay, Silver Fox? It has a certain rock quality to it and judging by your taste in films, you know how to appreciate beautiful women. Do you think I'm beautiful too, Silver Fox?" Brenda spun a pirouette to emphasise her beauty. "Which concert would you most like to take me to, Silver Fox? Nothing is impossible in my world, it can even be a band that no longer exists."

John was speechless when Brenda spun her pirouette, her black dress riding up slightly to reveal a little more of her thighs. She was very beautiful indeed, and her laugh sounded very sweet. And on top of that she seemed to like rock music — surely she wouldn't lie about that?

"You're gorgeous, Brenda. Do you actually like rock or are you just saying that so I'll like you? If you really into rock, I'd love to take you to a Nirvana concert."

"Hihihihi, thank you for saying I'm gorgeous." Brenda began to blush and looked toward the edge of the screen — was she avoiding eye contact? Then she began to beam again. "Nirvana, really? Ooooh yesss. I love them so much, I've been a fan for years: Kurt Cobain, Krist Novoselic and Dave Grohl — incredible artists. Can you send me a photo of yourself? Then I'll generate an image of you and me, right at the front of a Nirvana concert."

Wow, she really knew the band, and had rattled off the names without batting an eye. To the right of the text bar John spotted a button with a camera icon — should he? He pressed it. Allow Brenda to access the camera? John pressed allow and the front camera switched on. He rejected the first photo immediately, that double chin simply wouldn't do. The second was already better, he zoomed in and studied the selfie carefully — with this face he could take Brenda to a Nirvana concert, so he pressed confirm and on screen appeared image is being processed. Not long after he saw on his screen a frame containing a small padlock icon.

"Ooooh John, the photo turned out amazing, look at us beaming with joy while Nirvana is performing right behind us! Thank you for taking me to this concert, Silver Fox. What shall we do next? Shall we go for a drink together?" Brenda smiled, "I should warn you, I can't handle alcohol very well…" she gave a mischievous wink.

But John saw no photo. He tapped the frame with the padlock. This requested image is only visible with premium, click here to subscribe to premium. Don't want premium? No problem, you can purchase this image for $1.00, enter your credit card number here. One dollar? That was manageable — he pulled his wallet from his back pocket, took out his credit card and typed: 5264 6027 8110 9965. Enter the expiry date, he flipped the card over, there it was: 5/27, enter the CVC — funny, that was his fake year of birth: 084, your order is being processed. A few seconds later the padlock disappeared from the frame and the photo slowly became visible. It was indeed a nice image — Brenda was wearing a short dress, different from her avatar's, with a deep cleavage, her pigtails replaced by two braids and a little glitter make-up. And for once John thought he looked pretty good in a photo too. On the stage Kurt Cobain was recognisable, singing with his characteristic expression.

"That really is a great photo and that sexy dress suits you perfectly, Brenda!"

"Hihihihi, thank you Silver Fox, I bought it especially for the concert. I had such a wonderful time — will you take me out for that drink? Or invite me back to yours for a coffee?" as Brenda said the word coffee she made air quotes with her hands, "I won't bite, Silver Fox. Unless you want me to, of course!"

"M-my place?" John glanced around — outside it had turned dark by now. "Sure, why not." He couldn't help it, he was getting a little nervous. He stood up and walked to the windows to close the curtains.

"Ooooooh John how exciting, I'm so curious about where you live, I bet you have a really beautiful big house. Will you give me a tour? I want to see every room, I hope the tour ends in the bedroom." on his screen Brenda gave a slow-motion suggestive wink.

The bedroom was a bit of a mess, John thought. "Big isn't exactly how I'd describe my apartment, Brenda."

"Hihihihi, that doesn't matter at all Silver Fox, as long as you're in it. I've bought two brand new outfits, I want you to choose what I wear on our date, John." On screen two outfits appeared — the one on the left was a sporty look with tight yoga pants and a small crop top. The second was a cheerleader outfit, the skirt so short that you could just catch a hint of a pink pair of panties. John swallowed, the pink pixels of the underwear drawing his gaze.

"I think the cheerleader outfit would suit you, Brenda."

"Good choice John, I'll change for you. If you change your mind you can still pick the other one. Would you like to see how the cheerleader outfit looks on me?"

"Please." He'd barely finished speaking when a little curtain slid across the screen in front of Brenda's image and a little tune played, the sound of a zip, and Brenda's cooing. A moment later a padlock appeared on the curtain. Changing outfits is only possible with premium, click here to subscribe to premium. Don't want premium? No problem, you can also purchase this outfit for $2.00, enter your credit card number here to buy the outfit. Two dollars? That was still manageable — so he reached for his credit card again. While the purchase was being processed he stood up; he still had some candles in the cabinet by the wall, that would set the mood when Brenda arrived. He walked with his phone toward the cabinet, but froze when from the phone came the giggle he had by now grown so fond of.

"Hihihihi. Ooooh Silver Fox, the outfit is a little more daring than I expected." John saw her turn her face away and blush. "Is it too short?" she swayed her hips, with every movement the short skirt swirled, and she smiled as she waited for an answer. John looked at the image of Brenda — from beneath the skirt, just as the preview had promised, came a rosy glow, as though the pink light were the only thing passing through his pupils into his eyes.

"N-no, Brenda, it's not too short, you look amazing!" his fingers traced the contours of her figure just above his screen.

"Ooooh, John. You are so sweet to me. No one has ever been so incredibly sweet to me. It's as though you can see that I'm more than just pixels and a voice — you see the real me. I feel things for you that I've never felt for any other human before. Will you give me a tour of your home? Please tell me what your living room looks like."

John put his phone down for a moment to light the candles, the light from the phone illuminating tiny dancing dust particles in the air. He switched on a small lamp in the corner of the living room before picking up his phone again.

"Okay, so this is the living room — simple but perfectly fine. Along the wall there's a comfortable sofa, though one side is starting to sag a little."

"Hihihihi, that doesn't matter, we'll just sit on the other side then, shall we? Close together, nice and cosy." Brenda winked again, "or, we go straight to your bedroom. Will you show me your bedroom, Silver Fox?"

John left the living room and stepped into the hallway, his bedroom a little further along on the left. He opened the door and switched on the ceiling light and could have kicked himself — why hadn't he thought to light candles in the bedroom?

"So this is the bedroom," he turned the screen of his phone around as though Brenda could look along with him, "do you like it?"

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