Edge of the Oasis: Performance Issues – Part 3
You kneel, reach down, miss the surface entirely.She winces. “Yeah… that happens.”You try standing still—very still.She squints....
You kneel, reach down, miss the surface entirely.She winces. “Yeah… that happens.”You try standing still—very still.She squints....
You step closer, ready to explain the situation.She watches like you’re buffering.You ask for water; she tilts...
You cross the desert with confidence you no longer deserve.Water gone. Sun rude. Brain running on fumes.Then...
Morning comes. You review the interview list calmly.You call back the flirty ones. All of them.The others...
More candidates arrive as the moon stays perfectly centered.Some ask about schedules. Others ask about you.One leans...
Second interview, same chair, same untouched shot glasses.You mention guest experience and operational excellence.She nods, then asks...
Your luxury hotel preparing for its grand opening.Interviews scheduled at night—brand mystique, obviously.The suite glows with moonlight,...
The shoot wraps. You go home dry, proud, untouched.Morning email arrives from the magazine editor.“Great work—models removed....
Third booking, third pool, identical infinity pretending harder.You adjust lighting while explaining editorial standards no one asked...
Another pool, different rooftop, same glass-edge illusion.You remind yourself—you’re not here to fool around; time is money.She...
You book a private infinity pool like it’s a dentist appointment.Night city glowing, water pretending to touch...
A cowgirl rests a hand on your arm, gentle but final.“Alright, sugar. That’s enough trail dust for...
The cowgirls now look runway-ready, frontier edition.Cheekbones sharp enough to cut jerky.Hats sitting like they trained for...
You remind yourself—you’re not a drinker. Never were.Yet the glass refills itself like magic or guilt.The cowgirls...
You ride into a famous saloon for one legendary snack.No drinking. You ain’t built like that.Cowgirl brand...
At the bottom of the box, a folded note waits.You unfold it slowly, like it might judge...
More photos—same room, different charisma.Some lean back, some sit perfectly, all laughing.The camera log timestamps jump wildly.No...
You flip through stills like lost evidence.Different women, different couches, same room.Each frame notes lighting tests and...
Christmas morning sends you digging through the attic.Between ornaments, you find Grandpa’s old film boxes.He made movies...
You close the research log—sweat stains and golden-hour reflections.You create jargon: “hypertrophic ambiguity,” “dynamic gain spectrum.”The funders...
Another month in, lighting more dramatic than your thesis defense.You adjust your glasses like an expert—you are...
Day thirty-seven—same machine, same posture, new participant.Funding email arrives: “Please ensure positive findings.” Bias noted.You observe sweat...
You clock in as Lead Muscleologist—clipboard, lab coat, zero bicep knowledge.University and gym-machine-manufacturer funding “generously provided.”You sit...
You slam the rulebook: “New rule. No talking.”Instant silence—shock, betrayal, disbelief.Then twenty women start pantomiming wildly.Flirty eyebrow...
Another round starts—chalk clouds everywhere.One player stretches slowly, on purpose, obviously.Her rival cries, “Unfair posture advantage!”You disqualify...
Next match begins with heels, glitter, confidence.A player flirts: “If I win, you owe me coaching.”Her opponent...
You host a private women-only billiard tournament.No crowds—just players, prize money, and trouble loading.First player bends over...
Alone now. No engines, no flirt traps. Just you and the echoing warehouse.You exhale and admit the...
Another rider waits beside a black-and-teal beast under a spotlight.She gives you the Tattoo Flex—arms crossed, full...
Second warehouse lane—steam hissing, lights flickering like adrenaline.The rider revs her engine so loud your ribs vibrate.She...
You step out of the warehouse—cold air, hot engines, neon slicing shadows.VIP badge heavy on your neck...
Next morning, event hall packed, gold banners everywhere.The champion steps onto the stage, glittering like fresh frost.She...
Crowd control time—you gently redirect your spa guest away form public areas.Someone winks, “Ooh, bossy… I like...
Snow keeps pounding the windows like a dramatic soundtrack.Guests step in soaked, shivering, glowing like magazine covers.You...
You clock in at the hotel spa like a humble towel guy.Snowstorm outside, warm yellow lights inside—contrast...
Twenty rage-quits later—you finally clutch the W.A bright flash washes out your vision.You brace for romance, fireworks,...
You reappear—Queen greets you like it’s your first playthrough.She purrs: “Hero… take me—uh, take this quest…”You realize...
You respawn—new Queen, slightly different outfit.The castle and forest are all rearranged—RNG hates you today.She winks: “Hero…...
You spawn in a snowbank like a confused level-one shrimp.The Ice Queen materializes—In all her majestic glory.She...
Next morning the chart looks like a ski slope.Your portfolio rugged harder than last call shots.No more...
You swear the bass vibrates in pure green candles.Club dancers chant “Pump it!” like you control charts.You...
Paparazzi catch you sipping overpriced bubbles.Someone yells “Sir when lambo?” you answer “Now”Your entourage grows like airdrop...
You ape big into a meme coin at 3am like a gremlin.Next morning it 1000x’s and you...
Your food is gone, morale low, dignity long deceased.You sigh and prepare to descend the lonely trail...
You try approaching quietly but your stomach growls.Loud enough to summon wildlife from another timeline.The bunnies panic...
You follow their tracks with detective-level hope.Unfortunately you slip on ice with zero dignity.The bunnies peek, giggle,...
You hike for days chasing a rumor and a meme.Your boots make sad noises like wet potato...
Your phone pings nonstop—girls, parties, invites.Your grade portal pings too… but in red.Your social GPA is a...